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Far ahead of us, we could see a man on the beach collecting shells. The closer we got, the worse I felt. I held Kathy's hand and squeezed it tightly. She squeezed it back. When we were about a hundred yards away, Kathy stopped me and asked if I was sure if this is what I wanted to do.

"It's all I can think of for the moment," I said.

She hugged me and said, "I'll wait right here. Yell if you need help."

"Thank you." I continued down the beach. As I got closer, I started looking around to see if anyone else was nearby, particularly my blackmailer, or anyone with a camera. I didn't see anyone closer than Kathy and she was a toy figurine far down the beach. The man noticed me approaching and watched me draw near. He was an elderly black man between fifty and sixty years of age. He looked on the thin side, but still appeared healthy.

When I reached about five feet away, he said, "Bonjour, mademoiselle, comment allez-vous."

From what I'd just typed minutes ago, I recognized Hello and how, but the ending was slightly different, but I knew Latin languages changed based upon who you were speaking to and he had called me Miss, so perhaps it was a gender difference. I got within a couple feet of him and knelt on the ground. I pressed the speaker icon and heard the French spill out of my phone asking to please suck his cock. He looked at me in surprise, astounded I would be asking such a thing.

He said something to me in French and I asked him to please wait a moment. I touched the microphone icon and asked he repeat his words. My request was repeated in French and I reversed the translation function so it would translate his words to English. I nodded to him to say it again and he spoke and the words, 'Why would you want to suck an old man's cock?' popped up.

Switching from English to French, I said, "I must. It's very important to me. If I don't, my life will be ruined." My words came out in French. I switched again and waited for him to respond.

He said something and the question "Are you being forced?" appeared.

Knowing this word, I replied, "Oui."

I waited and he spoke and up popped the words, 'Why should I help this evil person harm a young woman?'

I typed in, 'Because the alternative is much worse for me, sir. This is by far the best outcome I can hope for.' Hitting the icon I heard my words in French.

He waited for me to change the translation mode and said something which appeared as 'What would happen if I refused to do this?'

'My husband will learn of something I did and leave me.' My words came out in French. I was getting faster, and stopped typing, just speaking.

'Why not say you did as they ordered. I would not dispute the outcome.'

'We're being watched. I must obey.'

'The woman waiting down the beach?' He asked.

'No sir. She's a friend. If I yell, fearing for my safety, she will come to my aid.'

'You need fear nothing from me. Are you sure you wish to do this?'

'Please, sir.'

He thought for a moment, then pulled down his fly and pulled his penis out. He said nothing more. His pubic hairs were graying, much like the hair on his head. He was slightly musky as if it was yesterday since he'd washed, but it was bearable. His penis was limp, but began to grow as soon as I put it in my mouth. It took a few minutes, but he soon had an erection of a size comparable to Tanner's; only slightly smaller. Once again, I found myself using all the skills I'd acquired to reach a resolution. As I cupped his balls and stroked the bottom of his shaft, I licked the purple head of his penis and waited for the squirting fluid which would signal the end of my task, or so I hoped. Despite my intent to feel nothing, I felt the slight stirrings of my own desire. He did not disappoint. Within ten minutes he was coating my tongue with his seed. I extracted the last of his cum and made ready to stand up when my phone sounded again. I looked at it, dreading what I would find there.

Very nice, but you're not done yet. Get him hard again and let him fuck you.

Please, he's older, he may not be able to get hard again for awhile. Haven't I done enough?

Not nearly enough. I guess you have your work cut out for you then.

I translated the texts from English to French. He grunted when he read the part about his age, but otherwise said nothing.

'You see how he's watching me. I must do as he asks,' I said.

'Miss, I cannot see how this will save your marriage to your husband? This man seeks to ruin you.'

'I must do as he says until I find out who he is or some other way to defeat him and protect myself. I appreciate this is difficult for you, as it is for me, but please let me do as he says.'

He shrugged, the Gallic shrug so typical of the French. What was there to say if I was determined to obey my blackmailer. I began to suck on him again and was pleased to see he responded quickly and I would not be required to suck him long to achieve my objective. When he was hard, I released the strings on the bottom of my suit and bared myself. I leaned forward on my hands and waited for him to mount me from behind.

Considering how sore I was from Tanner's pounding of last night, I found the old man to be amazingly gentle. I wanted to feel nothing, to experience nothing, to merely drain his balls as quickly as I could, but he was a remarkably gifted lover. Whether from experience or an innate talent, I felt my arousal rise to meet his and was ashamed to orgasm three times while he fucked me, cumming the last time as he emptied himself a second time into my body. My phone went off again. Fuck, let me be done. I needed to get back. I looked at the phone.

When you clean the cum from his cock, you're done. But you will take your top off before you go back.

Almost done then. I cleaned the cum from his penis. The first time I'd ever done so after sex, tasting both myself and him on his shaft. Surprisingly, he started getting hard again before I was done, but I stopped before he was erect.

'Thank you, sir, for helping me. I'm sorry to have bothered you.'

'Old, huh. I'm not that old. The pleasure was mine, Miss. I'm sorry for your misfortune.'

I kissed his cheek and left, carrying the bottom of my suit. I went into the sea and washed the cum and scent of sex from me in the saltwater, removing my top as instructed before I put the tiny bottoms back on, then heading back to Kathy. When I reached her, I started crying and she wrapped her arms around me.

"He wasn't done with you as much as you hoped, was he?" Kathy said. She took my arm and we started walking back to the bungalow.

"No. Kathy, I'm so ashamed. I wanted to feel nothing. Just a thing, like washing my hands. He made me orgasm three times. Three times, Kathy. Maybe my blackmailer is right. Maybe I am a slut."

"You're equating love and sex, Brooke. Don't do it. Sex is a physical thing. Insert Tab A into Slot B. You want to think it's love, but it's not. Anyone can make you cum if they rub you the right way. An orgasm is not a function of the love you feel for a person. It's a response to physical stimuli. Don't be ashamed of your climax, any more than you'd be ashamed of bleeding if you were shot. It is what it is and no more than that."

"How can you feel that way? How do you shut off your feelings?" I sobbed.

"I don't shut them off. I don't equate them with how good I feel when I have sex. Did he tell you to leave your top off?"

"Yes," I cried.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I would not wish this on anyone except maybe the bastard doing this to you."