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Nothing came from my last attack. The door handles of the truck only had mine and Jolene's prints on them. The steering wheel and cab had been wiped clean. It was a dead end. They started their surveillance on me a week later. Nothing happened during the intervening period, for which I was thankful. The continuous daily surveillance quickly went through every dime in my personal account. I contacted my parents and they agreed to give me enough money for an additional three days, no questions asked, but if I wanted more, I'd have to tell them what it was for and I couldn't tell them.

At the end of those three days, I texted Jolene and told her I had no more money and they needed to end their surveillance.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Mason. Please call if you need a shoulder to cry on or there's anything I can do.

I appreciate your offer.

i'm serious. I know how hard this has been for you. Please don't do anything rash.

Like kill myself. I was running out of other options. I did contact Kathy and tell her nothing had come of my hiring a private detective. They'd done what they could, but I had no more money. She said she and Stan had some money and could give me another weeks worth if I wanted to continue. I told her not to bother. It felt like I was flushing it down the toilet. She also encouraged me to not take any drastic action without calling her first.

Five work days after bidding Caponero Investigations goodbye, the blackmailer made contact again, much as he had the last time.

Pull into the Home Depot parking lot on the right, turn toward the right and get into the back of the blue van.

I sighed. It was never going to end. How many would be fucking me today? Following instructions, I turned into the lot and made a right towards the Garden Section and found a blue van. My blackmailer was sitting in the front with the window down and wearing his usual hoodie so I couldn't see the upper half of his face. I parked next to him and got in the back of the van and started removing my clothes. He tossed me the hood thing again when I was naked, so I knew there was going to be at least one other person.

Putting it on, I waited quietly in the dark. Another person came through the side door and I heard the sounds of them undressing. They moved in front of me and lay down.

"Go on, slut. You know what to do."

I leaned down, thinking to find cock, but I did not. Instead I found pussy like my own, though not shaved bare, but with a light strip of fur above her slit. I hesitated.

"You thought it was going to be cock all the time," my blackmailer said. "Sluts will fuck anything."

Sluts will fuck anything. It rattled around in my brain. Sluts will fuck anything. I bent down and began a very close exploration of the female anatomy by touch, scent and taste alone. Her folds were slick, she'd been aroused, either in anticipation of my tongue, or she'd been masturbating before I assumed the job of making her orgasm. Her scent was slightly musky, but not heavy; a light fragrance, definitely feminine in nature. She tasted slightly sweet, almost neutral, when compared to what I remembered of myself when licking Tanner's cock after he'd been in me. Most of the time he'd been in me, one or both of us had cum, so maybe that was the difference.

I'd never licked pussy before, but I knew what I liked when Tanner licked me, and I tried to do the same. I became lost in my exploration of her. So much so, I was surprised when my blackmailer's cock speared into my pussy, grunting. I wondered who she was? Some random person he knew. Someone he owed a favor to. A friend, a lover? She appreciated my efforts, moaning loudly as my fingers and tongue explored her. She climaxed, my fingers growing damper with her spend, her flavor slightly saltier, heavier.

Since my blackmailer didn't give me leave to stop and he continued fucking me, I kept going. I orgasmed myself, lost in my own little world of lust; his thrusting cock plunging deep into my slutty cunt, my face buried in her soft folds and liquid delight. She orgasmed once more, flooding my tongue with a fresh spate of her cum. Was it her first time with a woman? Was my tongue the first woman to make her cum, or had she enjoyed others before it, lots of female lovers? Was I a good cunt licker or merely adequate? I orgasmed again, moaning myself.

"You fucking whore," he said. "You'll fuck anything and cum, won't you?"

What choice did I have? I wouldn't be fucking anyone now if given a choice. I tried to remember that. It wasn't my choice. Still I wondered at my easy arousal, my response to his fucking, the way I orgasmed as he fucked me. Even the effortless way I'd succumbed to the pussy my tongue was buried in now, trying to please it, to make her cum. Maybe I was a slut, deep down in my heart of hearts. Someone who'd saved herself for marriage, only to find she'd been better off giving it to everyone. I'd cum every time someone fucked me, no matter the source, no matter how little I wanted it. I was a virgin mind trapped in a slut's body, unable to resist their depraved fucking, and loathing myself for responding.

I brought her off again, proud I was making her moan as much as the cock fucking my cunt made me moan. We were sister sluts. My blackmailer orgasmed, grunting and groaning, pumping my pussy full of his cum.

"Clean up her cunt, slut, then clean my cock," he ordered.

I dutifully lapped her cunt, cleaning all trace of her arousal from it. I then turned and did the same to his cock, tasting my own cunt, my own juices on his shrinking organ, while she dressed. The door opened and closed and she was gone, an anonymous pussy, my first.

"Get dressed quickly, slut, or I'll put you out naked again."

Not bothering with underwear, afraid he'd change his mind, I put on my skirt and blouse. I got out of the van and watched as he drove away, his cum running down my leg. I got in my car and looked at myself in the vanity mirror. The bottom half of my face was covered in girl cum, shining wetly on my face. She'd cum three times under my tongue. I was a girl lover, a pussy licker. I wiped my face with my panties, removing her juices, thinking about my experience. I hadn't hated it. In a way, it was preferable to some strange cock in my throat, or one in my ass. I hadn't particularly enjoyed it either. I had no special sexual attraction to women. I'd enjoyed the cock in my cunt more. His prick is what made my pussy pulsate with desire; what made me cum. Licking cunt was just another thing I was forced to do, my life not my own.

I went home and showered, throwing my things in the dirty clothes. Dressing in some casual clothes, I had a glass of wine while waiting to start supper. My phone rang and I was surprised it was Jolene. I hadn't expected to hear from her again, our association over due to lack of funds.

"Hello?" I said, curious.

"I got the bastard, Brooke. I know who he is."

"My blackmailer?" I asked.

"What other bastards do you know?"

"How?" I asked. "How did you get him? DNA, fingerprints?"

"I followed him, from your last encounter this afternoon."

"I don't have any more money, Jolene. I can't pay you."

"Forget that. I had some vacation time and I took some to follow you around, see if I could catch the rat bastard. I felt bad we couldn't find out who he was for you. I can come over now to give you the details or if it's too late, I'll come in the morning."

As much as I wanted to know who he was, I didn't want Tanner to know and he was due home in ninety minutes. This time of day, it would be an hour before Jolene could get here.

"Thank you, Jolene. Tomorrow would be better. I can't believe I'm going to know who he is. What's his name?"

"Oliver Crowley."

"I don't know who that is."

"You would have recognized him if you did," she said. "I'll bring everything I found."

"Thank you. I can't believe you did that for me. Come at 8:30. I'll tell Suki I'll be late."

We hung up. Jesus, I couldn't believe it. I finally knew who my blackmailer was. I was so euphoric, I almost forgot to make supper, then realized how late it was and had to rush a supper to the table. I made bratwurst, French fries and a salad. It reminded me of the last time we'd had bratwurst and what Tanner did with the leftovers, getting a tingling in my pussy in the process. I had time to call Suki and tell her I had some plans in the morning, but I'd be in later.

When Tanner arrived home, he also remembered the last time we had bratwurst to and arched his eyebrows with a devilish grin on his face.

"Not tonight, lover. Perhaps this weekend."

"I won't eat them all then."

I smiled at him. He noted my happiness that evening as we ate.

"I haven't seen you this happy since we got married, Brooke. Why so happy?"

"Just because I love you and Shizuko will be done with my picture soon. It's a good time."

"So if I want to watch her paint you, I should come this weekend?"

"I normally don't model on the weekend, but I can ask her."

"I'd love to see her work."

"I'll check with her tomorrow," I said, "and see what she says."

I was so happy that night, I made love to Tanner twice, licking him clean each time.