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Blackmail

By: jono



Mrs. Lucy Kent was a sitting at her desk, going through the senior English compositions from her class. She knew many teachers found it tiresome, grading, but she found it relaxing. Besides, she was in no hurry to get home. After all, her husband was off on another business trip, and her daughter, Diane, was attending a camp retreat for the weekend.

Lucy had been married to Steven for fourteen years. Since he got his last promotion he has been required to go on extended business trips. The longest was two months and this trip could well be longer. Diane had just had her thirteenth birthday and with all her involvement in activities at school and church she was rarely home. So Lucy had quite a bit of free time and had no pressing commitments. She planned to finish up these papers and head to the gym for her daily workout on the way home. At Thirty-five she worked very hard to keep in shape. At 5'7" and 120# she was proud of her body, no sagging, firm legs and tight tummy to go with her firm 35 inch bust.

Lucy was startled out her daydream by a knock at her classroom door. Looking up she saw Marie Richards, one of her senior honor's English students. Marie was a very bright student. At eighteen she had a well developed body and a rather arrogant attitude. She was sort of a loner and despite her beauty she didn't have a boyfriend or any friends for that matter. "Come in Marie. I haven't finished grading the compositions yet." "That's not why I'm here Mrs. K. I have something I want to show you." "Sure . What do you have?"

Marie reached into her bag and took out an old magazine. Lucy's heart stopped as she immediately recognized the magazine. It was "Hustler" June, 82. She had always hoped that no one would discover her old secret. Marie flipped open the magazine and there all over a four page spread was her senior English teacher showing all her well put together charms. Lucy had posed in college for some very much needed money and had hoped that they would remain in her past. "I were cleaning out an old trunk of my dad's in the attic and look at what I found." Lucy tried to gather her wits and replied, "That was a long time ago Marie and I am not proud of it but at the time I was desperate for money to finish college. Let me have that so I can throw it away and keep it in my past." Marie pulled back the magazine. "I don't think so Mrs. K. We need to have a little talk. Close the door."

Lucy got up and closed the door, anxious to get this taken care of as soon as possible. "Lock it." Marie said as she took Mrs. K. seat behind her desk. As soon as the door was closed and locked Lucy turned and seeing Marie in her chair moved to a desk in the first row of student seats. She saw a look on Marie's face that was not at all encouraging. " Stand in front of the desk Mrs. K." "I'll just sit here Marie" moving to the first desk. "I said stand in front of the desk" Marie said in a very firm tone. Lucy moved to stand in front of the student sitting behind her desk and holding all the cards. This was not a comfortable situation at all for the teacher. "Do you like teaching here?" 

"Yes Marie I like teaching here very much" 

"Does your husband know about these pictures?"

"No." 

"Would you like Diane to see these?" said Marie holding up the pictures. 

"No," Lucy answered as she began to shake realizing she was in a very vulnerable position.

"Well, Mrs. K. I've just outlined three reasons why you should carefully consider what I am about to offer you. From this moment until I say otherwise you will do everything, and I mean everything, I tell you to do. If you refuse or do not obey my every command guess what? No job, no hubby and one very humiliated teenager."

"What do you want Marie?" asked Lucy with a trembling voice. 

"You" replied Marie calmly. "I want to own you. I want you to obey everything and anything I tell you immediately without question. If you refuse at any time or do not please me, the magazine will be distributed all over the school and copies sent to your husband and his bosses. If you do agree we will keep this our secret. Lucy's knees became weak. She couldn't allow those pictures to be made public. She thought those were behind her. She hadn't even thought about them for a long time. What was she going to do? "Am I making myself clear Mrs. K.?"

"I don't understand," whispered Lucy, hoping to find a way out of this situation. "I'm your teacher, you can't treat me this way."

"It is very simple Mrs. K. If you don't do everything I tell you, you won't be anybody's teacher, wife or mother. Understand Mrs. K."

"And how long does this blackmail last?" "As long as I want it to Mrs. K. Enough talk. Stand up straight Mrs. K. Hands at your side. Look straight ahead and don't move. Don't say anything." ordered Marie. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to anger her demanding student, Lucy stood at attention. Marie moved around the desk and slowly circled the trembling teacher. Man this is going to be some senior year, she thought. "You understand to refuse me anything and you are ruined," Marie said as she stared into her English teacher's teary eyes.

"Yes Marie." She didn't know what else to do. She was trapped by her past and couldn't ruin her future. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. "Ms. Richards to you" "Yes Ms. Richards I understand." Marie moved back behind the teacher desk sitting in the teacher's chair. "Unbutton your blouse Mrs. K." Lucy hesitated. "Please don't do this Marie," she pleaded.

Jumping up Marie came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard on the cheek. "Ms. Richards bitch. DO it NOW" Lucy was frozen in her spot. She couldn't move. "Ok, the pictures will be distributed to everyone by Monday" Marie turned and headed for the door. "Wait" shouted Lucy. Marie paused and turned to face the frightened teacher. "Yes." "Please Marie don't do this. I'll give you money. Please. " begged the sobbing teacher. "Good bye Mrs. K." said Marie as she calmly turned to the door. "Please Marie, Ms. Richards, I'll do it. Please don't leave." screamed the panicked teacher. Marie stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher."Well?" 

Lucy's hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse from the neck down. Her face was red and tear streaked. 

"Take it off" demanded Marie as she moved back to the desk.

Lucy removed her blouse and placed it on the desk. She stood before her student with her blouse off wondering how far this would go. 

"Now the bra Mrs. C." Lucy reached behind her back and opened the clasp on her bra. She allowed the straps to slowly slide down her arms as her firm 35c breasts came into view. As she moved to place the bra on the desk with her blouse Marie told her, "Put it in the garbage you won't be needing it anymore." Naked to the waist the cowering teacher stood before her student. She was beyond further embarrassment. How did she let herself get in this position? Why had I posed for those pictures in college? "Now Mrs. K. I want your skirt on the desk" Without thinking Lucy opened her skirt and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and placed in on the desk next to her blouse.

"Well Mrs. K. I see we are going to have to improve your undergarment selection. Get those ugly panties and pantyhose off this instant." Stung by the harsh words of her student Lucy removed her panties and pantyhose. "In the garbage"

The once demanding senior English teacher now stood naked in her classroom before her 18 year old student. She saw no way out of this situation. What will be next, she wondered.

"Back at attention Mrs. K. Hands at your sides." Marie came around the desk in front of the frightened teacher. Marie reaches out and pinches the teachers nipples. "Kind of stiff Mrs. K. Do you like this?" 

Lucy remained silent. She knew she felt some excitement at this treatment but she could never admit it. Marie pinched harder on her swollen nipples until Mrs. K. groaned, "Answer me Mrs. C." 

"No I don't like this." Lucy lied. Well she didn't like it but she was unexplainable excited by it. Marie abruptly released Mrs. K.'s nipples. 

"I think you are lying to me and you will be punished for that. I understand from Diane that your husband is out of town and I know she left for a camp retreat after school so I have you all to myself this weekend." A shiver went through Lucy as Marie's word sank into her numb brain. "I will be spending the weekend at your house Mrs. K. By Monday you should fully understand my requirements. Put your skirt, blouse and shoes on Mrs. K. Leave the top two buttons open on your blouse." 

Lucy almost felt more naked dress this way. Her breasts while firm still moved under her thin blouse. Her nipples threatened to poke twin holes in the material. She had never been out of her house without panties and the air moving over her damp pussy made her feel very naked. "Let's go to your place Mrs. K. Leave the panties, bra and pantyhose in the trash for Bob the janitor. Bring your paddle home with you." Lucy had never used the paddle but she kept one. It was two feet long made of shiny hard wood.

The two moved to the door be begin their adventure. When Marie got to the door she turned and told Lucy, "follow two steps behind and act normal." How could she act normal. Her nipples were rubbing on her blouse with every step and her pussy was bare under her skirt and much to her dismay, becoming more moist by the minute. With the buttons open as Marie had ordered she was showing more cleavage than she felt was acceptable. 

"Yes Ms. Richards," she replied. Marie opened the door and lead the defeated teacher through the halls of the school into the parking lot. Mrs. C.'s car was parked in the middle of the now almost empty lot. 

"Give me the keys," demanded Marie. Marie climbed behind the wheel and Lucy got into the passenger side. "Slide your skirt up Mrs. K." Lucy slide her skirt up to mid thigh. "Higher." Lucy slide her skirt higher so that it barely covered her very moist pussy. Marie started the car and began driving toward Mrs. K.'s house about 20 minutes away. "We have to make one stop at Walmart on the way home" Lucy heart sank as she prayed Marie would not make her go into the store with her breasts free and pussy bare. "Tell me Mrs. C., what sort of sex toys do you have at home?" Lucy couldn't believe her student had asked her this. 

"I have a vibrator Ms. Richards" 

"Anything else?" 

"That's all Ms. Richards."

Marie pulled the car into the Walmart parking lot. This was a super Walmart with a grocery store as well as the department store. "Lets go Mrs. K. we have some shopping to do. Remember two steps behind." Lucy slide her skirt down her legs and climbed out of the car. The air was chilly which added to the hardening of her nipples. Marie didn't allow her to put on her jacket. She moved quickly to follow the young athletic student across the lot. 

"Do you have cash or credit cards with you Mrs. K.?" 

"Yes Marie I have both." Marie stopped in her tracks and turned to the teacher. 

"What did you call me?" 

"Ma...I'm sorry Ms. Richards." 

"Open another button." 

"Please Ms. Richards. I'm sorry." 

"Do you want it to be two more buttons?"

"No!" answered Lucy as she opened the third button on her blouse. If she moved too quickly she knew she would expose her bare breast. She knew she would have to move carefully. 

"Get a cart Mrs. K." ordered Marie as they entered the store. Lucy did as ordered and followed Marie through the store to the pet department. "Let's get a collar for my new pet. Try this one on," said Marie handing Lucy a white dog collar with rhinestones on it.

"Here???" 

"Mrs. K. I do not like to repeat myself. If you don't want to do what I tell you, you can go home and I will see that the pictures are distributed by Monday. Now try on the collar."

Looking around Lucy quickly placed the collar around her neck. "It fits Ms. Richards."

"Let's be sure...buckle it." Lucy buckled the collar around her neck. It did fit. "Now a leash said Marie. Reach up and get the red one Mrs. K." Lucy reached up to remove the collar before anyone saw her. Marie smacked her hands. "Leave it on." Lucy reached up with her stinging hand to get the leash. She realized stretching up made her bare breasts pop out of her opened blouse. Reaching down with one hand and closing her blouse while reaching up for the leash got her another smack on the hand. "Do not touch that blouse Mrs. K." Marie clipped the leash to the white collar. "Looks very nice. Put them in the basket." said Marie as she moved off. Lucy struggled to get the collar off and follow Marie without anyone seeing her and without Marie getting angry because she was too far behind.

Marie moved to the hardware department and placed two , four foot long 1" dowel rods into the cart along with a package of eye screws and fifty feet of clothes line. Then to the grocery section where Marie placed three cucumbers, a bag of carrots, a container of chili powder and a box of Popsicle's into the cart. Lucy was getting more and more nervous as she looked over the contents of the cart. "One more stop," said Marie as she moved off to the housewares section. Here she placed a package of clothes pins in the cart along with four 12" taper candles and two large chip bag clamps. 

"I'll meet you at the car," said Marie leaving Lucy standing there. "Don't be long." Lucy went to the check out. While all of the items individually were innocent, Lucy was very embarrassed because she knew they were all to be used in some way on her. She was also very aware of the display she was making with her blouse open as it was. She paid with a red face, unbelievably a soaked pussy and swollen nipples. Lucy put the items in the trunk and climbed into the car. "Skirt." said Marie. Lucy quickly slide her skirt up to barely below her pussy as before. 

"Let's stop for dinner," said Marie. "What are you hungry for?" 

"I'm not hungry."

Slap.

"Ms. Richards!! Ow..... Sorry Ms. Richards."

"Slide your skirt up further. You must understand you will lose something every time you fail to please me. And of course you know what happens if you totally refuse to obey." Marie drove out of the parking lot as Lucy slide her skirt up higher so that her pussy was exposed. Her face was beet red. She felt like a child being punished for being bad. Lucy rode in silence as Marie drove toward her house. She knew she was lost but she had no other choice. 

She began to panic as Marie pulled into Wendy's drive through line. "Don't touch that skirt Mrs. K. What do you want to eat?" 

"Nothing Ms. Richards." The humiliated teacher shrank into her seat as Marie ordered a chicken sandwich, fries, and two chocolate milkshakes. When they got to the window to pay Marie reached her hand to Mrs. K. for money. Mrs. K. quickly dug in her purse and handed Marie money hoping they didn't recognize her. Since it was getting dark the clerk really couldn't see anything but Lucy almost died when she said, "Hi Mrs. Kent." The clerk knew the car. 

"Hi," responded Lucy as she wanted to crawl under the seat. Marie pulled into the lot and parked in a dark corner and began to eat her sandwich. "Open your blouse all the way Mrs. K."

With slight hesitation the Lucy opened her blouse and exposed her bare breasts. "While I eat my dinner I want you to entertain me by coating your breasts with this chocolate milkshake. Be careful not to get any on your beautiful blouse." The humiliated teacher sat in the Wendy's parking lot, Blouse open and breasts bared with her senior English student and rubbed the ice cold chocolate milkshake all over her breasts. Lucy wanted to please the teen because she had demonstrated her progressive discipline plan. The freezing milkshake caused her nipples to harden to the point of being painful.

"Put some on your pussy too." The teachers fingers dipped into the chocolate shake and she smeared it all over her pussy. 

"Inside too Mrs. C." Her breath began to come in short gasps as the cold shake stimulated her hot pussy. Her fingers had a mind of their own. This went on for fifteen minutes while Marie calmly ate her dinner and the teacher played with herself and became hotter and hotter much to her dismay. Just as she was approaching her peak thankfully Marie told her to stop and lick her fingers clean. "Don't touch anything" ordered Marie as she started the car. Lucy sat there bare to the waist with her pussy now clearly visible and everything was sticky. She was sucking her fingers clean as ordered by her student. The taste of pussy and chocolate milkshake almost made her throw-up. 

She was thankful she was had not orgasmed in front of her student in such a humiliating way but she had a fire in her pussy that wanted to be satisfied. They turned up into Lucy's driveway. Her house was set back from the road on a secluded lot. The back yard was surrounded by a high wooden fence and there was little traffic on the road. Parking in front of the garage Marie said," Bring in the stuff and meet me in the bathroom Mrs. K. You are a mess. Marie got out of the car and went into the teacher's house leaving the humiliated teacher in the car with her blouse open and skirt around her waist covered in sticky dried chocolate milkshake.

Marie had warned her not to get any chocolate on her clothes so she couldn't cover herself. Marie was already in the house waiting for her. Looking around Lucy knew she could make it to the porch without being seen unless someone happened to be driving down the road. She quickly opened the car door and with her bare ass showing and her blouse flapping she ran to the front door. LOCKED!! 

Lucy began ringing the door bell and pounding on the door. As a cool breeze caresses her totally exposed private parts she was become more and more frantic as she pounded on the door. "Please Ms. Richards let me in." Marie stood behind the locked door watching the frantic teacher pound on the door and beg to be allowed into her own house. She had another surprise for the teacher when she finally opened the door after allowing her to beg for about five minutes. Marie opened the door and quickly flashed a picture of the frantic teacher. FLASH 

"Where are the packages Mrs. K.? Go get them and use the back door." ordered Marie slamming the door in the shocked teachers face. Damn thought Lucy as she ran back to the car knowing she had been lucky no one had driven by so far. Quickly gathering the packages and her paddle from school Lucy ran to the back gate. As she fumbled with the latch on the gate with her arms filled with packages she heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. Just as she got the gate open a pickup truck appeared traveling down the road. Lucy quickly ducked behind the fence hoping no one had seen her. When she reached the back door it was open and she went in finding Marie standing in her kitchen. 

"Marie I don't want any pictures. SLAP. "How many times must I tell you to call your superiors by their proper name. And I don't care what you want," responded Marie. "Now take everything up to your bedroom and meet me in the bathroom. Hurry." Lucy quickly climbed the stair to her bedroom. She left everything on the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she entered the bathroom and found Marie sitting near the double sinks. The shower was running and the bathroom was warm and comfortable. "Take off your clothes Mrs.. C and take a quick shower. Leave the door open." 

Lucy slipped off her blouse and skirt and stepped out of her shoes. She stepped into the warm stinging shower. Picking up the soap Lucy began to wash the sticky mess from her body. "Soap your breast more Mrs. K." ordered Marie. Lucy blushed as her hands moved to her breasts and massaged more soap into her soft skin. FLASH " Now Mrs. K. be sure to get all the mess out of your pussy" Lucy's hands slid down and soaped her pubic area. She worked her fingers into her pussy to be sure she got everything out. FLASH An electric shock went through her body as her finger brushed her clit. What is wrong with me she thought as she quickly pulled her fingers away.


Blackmail



With a knowing smile Marie ordered her teacher to turn off the shower and step out. "Sit up here on the counter Mrs. K." Lucy climbed up on to the counter wondering what next? "Spread your legs as wide as you can Mrs. C. " Lucy was shocked but moved her legs open slightly. "Mrs. K. I said as wide as you can do you want me to get your paddle?" Lucy reluctantly spread her legs wide apart. "Hold that pose Mrs. K." 

FLASH 

Marie pulled her chair between her teacher wide spread legs. She reached for a razor and shaving cream which Lucy had not noticed. 

"Please Ms. Richards don't do this to me." begged the teacher. "This is evil." 

"Shut up Mrs. K." said Marie as she covered her lucious pubs with shaving cream. The touch made her jump. Lucy had never been touched there by another woman and the touch was so much different than her husbands groping. Marie worked the shaving cream into the thick bush. Lucy felt her nipple stiffen and a very warm feeling flowed through her body as Marie slowly and carefully slid the razor through her womanly hair. Over and over the razor moved over her pussy. Marie was touching and pulling her teachers pussy as she shaved it entirely bare. When all the hair was gone Marie took a warm washcloth and cleaned away the remaining shaving cream. Marie stepped back. "Smile Mrs. C. " FLASH "Spread your pussy lips Mrs. C."

Lucy knew she had no choice as she reach her hands down and spread her pussy lips open for her demanding student. FLASH "Mrs. K. is your pussy dripping?" asked Marie as she saw the moisture in her teacher's spread pussy. Marie held a mirror for her humiliated teacher, "Here take a close look Mrs. K." Lucy looked at her bare wet pussy and cried with humiliation. She looked so strange and her body was betraying her. "I expect you to keep it looking like this all the time. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Ms. Richards," sobbed the teacher. 

"Now sit down here," said Marie motioning to a chair. "Your not going to shave my head are you? cried the panicked teacher.

"Of course not Mrs. K. just a nice hair cut. Cutting hair is a hobby of mine and I think you will look sexier with a shorter style." Marie picked up a comb and scissors and Lucy"s shoulder length hair began to fall to the floor. Lucy couldn't see what was happening but a lot of hair was coming off. After about ten minutes of cutting and clipping Marie ordered Lucy to look in the mirror. She didn't even recognize herself. She looked ten years younger and with the shaved pussy very hot. She couldn't believe her eyes. FLASH

Marie handed Lucy the collar. "Put this on Mrs. K.." This is to be with you at all times. If you are alone you are to be wearing it and when you are not alone it must be in your purse in case I want you to put it on. "Yes Ms. Richards" answered the confused teacher as she buckled the collar around her neck. FLASH Marie attached her leash to Lucy's collar. "Give a tour of your home Mrs. K." 

"Yes Ms. Richards" answered the collared teacher moving toward the door. She was stopped short of the door by the leash. "On your knees Mrs. K." Lucy dropped to her knees. "Now give me the tour." The humiliated teacher turned and began crawling though the bedroom door on the end of a leash held by one of her students. How she wished she had never posed for those pictures. 

"Lets start in the basement and work our way back to here Mrs. K." ordered Marie now that she was in total control. Lucy carefully negotiated her way down two flights of stairs into the basement. Crawling down steps was difficult. Once they got into the basement the cold concrete in the area beyond the finished portion was cold and hard. Mrs. K. was shivering in her naked state. Marie left here kneeling there while she examined the area for possible use later. 

When she finished Marie ordered her into the finished area. Marie looked around and the ordered her teacher to crawl up the stairs. Following her teacher up the steps she admired her swaying breasts and enjoyed watching her ass as she crawled up the stairs. "Your ass moves nicely Mrs. K." Lucy wanted to become invisible. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. 

It just kept getting worse and worse as she followed the orders of her student who had under her control. A quick tour of the first floor with the teacher crawling from room to room was further humiliation for the teacher. "Let's see the garage Mrs. K." She crawled into the garage on the end of her leash. Marie again left her in the center of the garage. She examined the garage in detail as her teacher was shivering in he center of her cold unheated garage. Marie found the button to open the garage door and push it causing the door to open. Marie tossed the car keys to Lucy and ordered, "Crawl out and drive the car into the garage.

Lucy picked up the keys and crawled out of the safety of her garage into her driveway and up into her car. She drove the car into the garage and crawled out as Marie left the door open. "Mrs. K. you are shivering. Don't you like the cool fall air?" 

"I am very sensitive to cold Ms. Richards"

"So I see," said Marie reaching and pinching Lucy's stiff nipple. "Let's go upstairs now Mrs. K." The teacher was aware that she would again be displaying her charms as the she crawled up the stairs before her student. She wished there was a way to avoid this but she knew there wasn't. She crawled up the stairs. Lucy lead Marie into the two guest rooms first and the into her daughter Diane's room. Marie spent quite a bit of time looking through Diane's room. She checked her draws, closet and her shoe rack while the uncomfortable teacher knelt quietly by the door.

"Lets go back to your room Mrs. K.' I want to look through your clothes too. As they entered bedroom Marie ordered the collared teacher to kneel in the center of the room. Marie proceeded one drawer at a time to go through all the drawers in the room. Some of the drawers contained clothes of her husband's which Marie paid very little attention to. In the first of Mrs. K.'s drawers were panties and bras. All of these were dumped on the bed and after going though them Marie threw all of them on the floor. "These all go Mrs. K." Lucy was very embarrassed to be kneeling watching a relative stranger go through her most intimate things. The next drawer contained garter belts, girdles, stocking, pantyhose and socks. 

All the pantyhose were thrown on the pile on the floor. One girdle, which was a size smaller than the others, was kept while the others were thrown on the pile. The garter belts, stockings, socks and girdle were replaced in the drawer. The next drawer contained t-shirts and shorts for the gym. Marie ordered Lucy to stand and try on each pair of shorts and the t-shirts. She kept three t-shirts and two pairs of shorts and the rest went on to the pile on the floor. The forth drawer was for sweaters. Again Lucy was required to try on each sweater and only three of the tightest were put back in the drawer. The last drawer was night gowns and robes. These were all thrown on the floor except for a tiny Victoria's Secret ensemble which Lucy said had been purchased by her husband for her. Marie had Lucy put it on.

It was very tight fitting over her 35c breasts and hardly held them in, while the bottom was a thong type garment which disappeared the crack of her nicely rounded ass. The front panel was very narrow and the outline of the lips of her bare pussy were clearly visible. It actually made her feel more naked dressed this way than when she was actually naked. FLASH Lucy had her strip again and put the outfit back in the drawer. Then she moved to the shoe rack on the back of the door and began going through her shoes. All flats were immediately added to the pile. When she was finished there were three pairs of heels. One pair of 3" black , one pair of 3" brown, and one pair of 3" red. "Are these all of your shoes Mrs. K.?" 

Lucy replied," There are some gym shoes in the bottom of the closet and several shoe boxes on the shelf in the closet Ms. Richards." Marie moved to the closet and quickly sorted the gym shoes, keeping two pair and add the rest to the pile. The shoe boxes added one pair of 3" sandals to the shoe rack and one pair 4" white heels, and one pair of 5" black spike heels. "Mrs. K. where did you get these?" I wore them with a Halloween costume last year Ms. Richards and they hurt my feet the whole night." "Put them on now," said Marie tossing them to the kneeling teacher. "Now stand up Mrs. K." Lucy stood and on wobbling legs blushed as her student moved slowly around her examining her from every angle.

"They look very nice Mrs. K. The make your long legs even more shapely and they really cause your ass to be more inviting. Walk around." Lucy carefully moved around the room. She felt like she was parading like some kind of prostitute. She was aware of her ass swaying from side to side as she attempted to walk in the impossibly high heels. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step. Her feet hurt immediately and much to her dismay, she felt a stirring in her bare pussy. 'What is wrong with me' her mind screamed. "MS. Richards, I can't walk in these." Don't worry Mrs. K. you will be getting a lot of practice. Stand over here next to me Mrs. K." said Lucy as she began going through Lucy's clothes in the closet. 

Marie had Lucy try on many things from her closet and many were added to the pile while a few were returned to hangers and several skirts, blouses and jackets were placed in a separate pile on the chair. Her make up was next and only bright shades and dark shades were kept, all the rest went on the pile, which was quite large by now. The last place to be gone through was the night stand next to the bed. Lucy had hoped Marie wouldn't go through that because her vibrator was in that drawer along with a very sexy book she had been reading.

No one had ever even seen the vibrator, not even her husband. She had ordered it from a catalog about two years ago and kept in safely hidden in the drawer. With Lucy standing at her side Marie opened the drawer. She removed several items like flashlight, hair clips, birth control; pills etc. until she got to the back and she pulled out the book. "The Story of O." Marie tossed the book aside for the moment not knowing its contents and reached in and pulled out her teacher's vibrator. Flicking the switch it came to life. "Do you use this often Mrs. K.?" asked the smiling teenager. "Only when my husband is away Ms. Richards."

"How often do you use it when he is away?" demanded Marie. 

"Almost every night," replied the crimson teacher. 

"Lay on the bed and show me how you use it Mrs. K.," said Marie as she took a seat at the end of the bed. Her hands couldn't move, they were frozen and her mind refused to allow her to obey.

This was too much. "Mrs. K." Jarring her mind from the deep freeze Lucy begged.

"Please Ms. Richards, I can't do this." 

"Can't or won't Mrs. K.?" 

"I can't " 

"Either you do it or I'm out of here with the old AND the new pictures. Your little secret is public knowledge by Monday." 

The stunned teacher slowly moves the vibrator to her mound. Keeping her legs closed she moves the vibrator slowly over her stomach and thighs. "Come on Mrs. K. open those legs and let me see you in action." Lucy tries to concentrate. With her husband out of town so much her vibrator has become her main source of pleasure. She slowly spreads her legs and slides her vibrator over her bare pussy. FLASH A shudder passes through the masturbating teacher as she realizes her fate is sealed. She closed her eyes and began sliding the vibrator up and down her wet slit. With her other hand she massages her breasts and begins to pinch her nipples. FLASH

Her body has a mind of its own now as her hands work over her breasts and slide the vibrator deep into her dripping hole. FLASH. Her pussy feels so different being shaved and the sensations caused by the vibrator seemed more intense than ever. Her breathing becomes faster and her hands are now pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. The vibrator moves faster and faster in and out over her clit. 

FLASH She feels her juices running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass over her ass hole. Her nipples are pulled and twisted away from her body as she begins to raise her hips to get the vibrator deeper into her pussy. 

FLASH Her body is covered with perspiration . Her eyes are closed. The vibrator is slamming in and out of her swollen pussy. She forgets completely her predicament and her entire mind centers on the vibrating plastic sliding in and out of her hole. 

FLASH. In and Out. In and Out. Suddenly Marie reaches out and pulls the vibrator form her teacher's pulsing pussy. "Whatttttt" " Mrs. C. I want your to understand that you are totally under my control. When you cum, when you eat, when you use the bathroom, what you wear, where you go, everything about your life is now under my control. With these pictures I really own you, body and soul. Do you understand Mrs. K.?" Suddenly the totality of her situation falls heavily on her. Her life is ruined. She no longer controls herself. All because of her youthful stupidity. 

"Don't worry Mrs. K. as long as you do everything I tell you this will be between us. Of course if you displease me I might be forced to show these new pictures to someone." "I'm yours Ms. Richards just please don't let anyone see those pictures," begged the defeated, horny teacher. 

"Now Mrs. K. I want you to clean up the mess in the bathroom, pack all the clothes and things on the floor and take them to the basement, then fix me something to eat. You only need to set one place at the table and keep your heels on at all times." "Yes Ms. Richards. One more thing Mrs. K., don't you dare touch yourself, ever, without my permission. You have already earned some punishment by forgetting to show proper respect earlier. "Now get moving, " said Marie picking up the discarded book and going down to the living room. 

Marie went down to the living room and made herself comfortable. She turned on the TV and put the book on the table next to the couch. Lucy made her way to the bathroom and cleaned up all the hair and wiped down the sink and counter. She was very frustrated and wanted to finish what she had started but she was afraid of Marie. Marie had shown no signs of compassion and Lucy did not want to anger her. Her feet were really started to hurt in these ridiculous heels but again she had to wear them. 

After cleaning the bathroom she moved to her bedroom which was piled with her clothes and other personal items. She didn't have any boxes or anything so she had to go down the stairs to the kitchen to get garbage bags "How is it coming Mrs. K.?" yelled Marie from the living room. "Don't be too long I'm getting hungry." Lucy hurried back up the stairs and threw all her things in garbage bags. There were six bags. That meant 3 trips all the way to the basement. 

"My poor feet," thought Lucy. After making the three trips Lucy's feet were throbbing in the 5" heels but she moved on to the kitchen. 'What would Marie like to eat?' wondered the horny teacher. All teenagers love hamburgers and French fries. so she made two burgers and a batch of fries. As she cooked she realized that she was hungry too. Lucy went to set the table and remembered that Marie had said only one plate. ' Where will I eat?' thought Lucy. 

When dinner was prepared and one place set Lucy called Marie to the kitchen. "Ms. Richards dinner is ready." As Marie entered the kitchen she saw her once respected teacher standing naked next to the table ready to serve her dinner. It brought a smile to her face. "Stand here next to me Mrs. K. while I eat.," said Marie as she sat down at the table.

The hungry teacher stood on painful feet next to Marie as she began to eat the delicious smelling food. "Get me a coke Mrs. K." 

"I only have Pepsi Ms. Richards." 

"From now on buy Coke."

"Yes Ms. Richards." 

"This is pretty good Mrs. K. Would you like a fry?" 

"Yes please Ms. Richards." 

"Spread your legs." A confused Lucy cautiously spread her legs. Marie took a French fry and slid it between Lucy's legs through her pussy. Then she moved it to Lucy's lips. "Here Mrs. K." 

The shocked teacher held her lips closed as she turned red at the intimate touch of her student and the thought of what she is being asked to do. 

"Open wide Mrs. K. Now." Lucy opened her mouth and Marie stuffed the soaked French fry in. "Now chew Mrs. K." The horrified teacher tried not to throw up as she chewed the pussy dipped fry. "Here Mrs. K. you dip the next one. In a daze Lucy took the fry from Marie and slid it through her pussy (FLASH) and then put it in her mouth. "Want some burger Mrs. K.?" 

"No," whispered the defeated teacher shaking her head violently from side to side. 

"Here you go " said Marie handing her teacher a large piece of hamburger.

"Dip it first Mrs. K." Lucy did as she was ordered but she was very near to throwing up from the taste and the humiliation of having to do this disgusting thing. "Clean up Mrs. K. and meet me in the living room. Bring a measuring tape, paper and pencil. And don't be all day." 

Lucy quickly cleaned up and getting a tape, pencil and paper from the drawer went into the living room. "Stand here in front of me," said Marie as she watch her naked teacher move across the room. Taking the tape she began to take her teacher's measurements . "Write down what I tell you Mrs. K." Taking her measurements. "Chest, 35; Waist, 23; Hips, 33. Not bad Mrs. K." 

Then Marie said "Spread your legs Mrs. K." Reaching into the V formed by her teacher's spread legs Marie measured Lucy's inseam to a point three (3) inches above Lucy's knee. "Length 9" 

"Mrs. K. tomorrow you are to take all of the skirts and dress we put on the chair upstairs and shorten the to a length of 9." You are also to remove the top button on all the blouses and dresses which we saved."

"Yes Ms. Richards." 

"Tell me Mrs. K. did you like your dinner?" 

"No Ms. Richards I did not like it." 

"Too bad. You better learn to like that taste Mrs. K." 

"Is your husband good in bed Mrs. K.?" 

"Yes Ms. Richards." Lucy was very embarrassed discussing her husband and their sex lives with a student. "Does he fuck you in the ass Mrs. K.?" "Absolutely not. I have never had anything in my ass." Marie smiled. "Do you like sex Mrs. K.? The naked teacher standing before her fully dress student couldn't believe Marie was asking her these questions. 

"Yes Ms. Richards." 

"Do you suck you husband's cock Mrs. K.?" 

With a very red face, "Yes," whispered the embarrassed teacher. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Yes Ms. Richards." 

"Do you swallow his cum?" 

"No that's disgusting. Please don't ask me these questions." 

"Have you every cheated on your husband?" 

"No"

"Before you were married how many men fucked you Mrs. K.?" Standing naked with a shaved pussy now very wet, Lucy mentally counted her sex partners. "3." 

"Did you suck them too Mrs. K.?" 

"Yes." 

"You like to suck cock Mrs. K.?" 

"No, but they wanted it and I loved them."

"But you really like to suck cock don't you Mrs. K.?" 

"Yes," whisper Lucy. "Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?"

"NO" 

"Have you had sex with a woman?" 

"No. I think that is terrible"

"Have you ever kissed a woman?" 

"No" The questioning went on for over an hour. "I'm really tired Mrs. K. and we have a big day tomorrow. You will be expanding your horizons. Lets go upstairs." 

When they got into the bedroom Marie noticed the stuff they had bought at the store. "Take the carrots and cucumbers to the fridge and hurry back." While Lucy was off doing that Marie cut two two foot sections of rope and screwed eye screws into the end of one of the dowel rods and one in the center. When Lucy came back Marie ordered her to kneel on the floor. 




Blackmail



Then Marie had Lucy reach between her legs and she tied each wrist to ankle. This forced Lucy face down into the carpet and put her ass high in the air. She then attached each ankle to the end of the dowel rod spreading her legs wide. "Now Mrs. K this position serves two purposes. I don't want you to be playing with yourself tonight and I am going to use your paddle on your ass so that you remember to show me the proper respect and obey without question." 

Marie picked up the paddle. SMACK. "One."

"Owwww. Please Ms. Richards I'm sorry" SMACK "Two." Her ass was on fire. Tears popped from her eyes. "Pleaseeeeeeee" SMACK "Three."

"OOOOOOwwwwwwwwwww" Marie smiled as her teacher's ass reddened. SMACK "Four" SMACK "Five." "That's all for tonight Mrs. K. Thank me for teaching you respect." 

"Thank you Ms. Richards." sobbed a broken humiliated teacher with a hot burning ass. Marie moved to the bed, removed her clothes and climbed in leaving her teacher tied and sobbing on the floor.

"Good night Mrs. K."

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Copyright (c) 2001 by Jono



Blackmail



Rod was a lonely bachelor living in an apartment by himself. His favorite pastime at night was to use binoculars to look out the window. He had a good view of the windows across the swimming pool area into the adjacent apartment building. It surprised him how many people did not close their window blinds or drapes at night. He often watched an apartment where a married couple lived and he noticed a single guy had the next door apartment. 

Recently, Rod noticed the wife went next door to the single man's apartment. Before they closed the living room drapes, the man hugged and kissed the wife. Then the bedroom light turned on. There wasn't much doubt in Rod's mind that hanky panky was going on. 

He had seen the married girl at the swimming pool before. The next weekend Rob saw the girl sitting by the pool side. He left his apartment, casually walked by her, hesitated, then said hello. He introduced himself and she said her name was Rhonda. She acted as if she wished he would go away.

Rod pulled up a chair and said he wanted to talk to her. "I've seen you visit the man next door at night and I think your husband was gone at the same time." 

She looked harshly at him, "That's none of your business. Anyway, he is a friend of ours."

Rod paused, then asked, "Does your husband know you are going into the bedroom with him?"

She looked shocked and kept silent.

Rod continued, "I think he doesn't know you are having an affair with your friend next door. Maybe I should tell him."

She looked worried and quickly responded, "Don't you dare.". Neither one said anything for a minute or so.

Rod finally said, "You are a very pretty girl and I would like to know you better."

She quickly responded, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I haven't had an intimate relationship in quite a while. You are a beautiful girl. It would be nice if you would visit me in my apartment when your husband isn't home."

Rhonda quickly responded, "Never! That's blackmail."

"Now don't be so positive about it. When your husband comes home later today, I think I'll tell him what I've seen several times." 

She looked despondent, "My husband is home most of the time and I won't be able to get away to meet you." 

Rod responded, "He isn't home right now. I insist you visit me in my apartment now, or you can suffer the consequences. If your husband should come home while we are together, you can make some excuse for being gone."

She reluctantly got up to follow Rod to his apartment. Once inside the apartment, Rod wanted to kiss her.

She said, "I agreed to have sex, but that does not include kissing or foreplay. Now if you want to fuck me, do it and get it over with."

Rod was a little disappointed but decided to not press the issue. He started to untie her top, but she pulled back a little in protest.

He said, "Stand still and let me untie your top. I want to see you beautiful tits." Rod then untied her top allowing her very shapely breasts to be released. He stood back and exclaimed, "Beautiful! Your breasts are so pretty. Now take off your bottoms."

She looked at Rod as if he was being mean to her and should let her go.

Rod insisted in a very demanding tone of voice, "Take off your bottoms."

As she pushed them down he noticed her pubic hair was trimmed. She was facing him as she bent forward to push her bottoms down her legs to step out of them. Rod saw her breasts hang down showing the fullness of them. He immediately put both hands on them causing her to jump back a little.

He said, "Don't be so jumpy, I just want to feel your breasts." 

She was completely naked now. Rod complemented her on having all the curves in the right places. She seemed to accept the compliments with a nod of her head. 

She said, "All right, I'll get on the bed so you can cum and I can go home."

She laid on her back on the bed but kept her legs close together. Rod quickly undress, then tugged at her legs to part them. She was having some regrets about agreeing to be in his apartment, but she finally spread her legs. She knew she had to let Rod fuck her. Rod got on top. He had no help from her to aim his cock, so he reached down to move the head up and down her slit. She seemed dry. He tried to enter his cock, but the dryness kept it from entering. He moved down on her body to put his tongue at her crotch.

She quickly responded, "What are you doing down there? Fuck me and get it over with."

"If you would let us have some kisses and foreplay, you wouldn't be so dry. I'm going to moisten your cunt." 

She accepted his decision allowing him to lick her cunt. When he touched her clit, she flinched. Then he started sucking on it. It wasn't very long before she started making small movements with her butt.

She commented, "Surely I'm wet enough now since you have slobbered in me, come on up here and cum as quick as you can. I want to go home."

Rod's cock slowly penetrated her cunt to the fullest. He then started slowly going back and forth but was in no hurry. She was lying still and not helping.

Rod said, "Move your butt, get in rhythm with me. If you don't cooperate, It will take me much longer to cum."

She started making movements. Rod was making a special effort not to cum. He knew it would be all over when he did and she would go home. After awhile he said, "Let's do it in another position."

She quickly responded, "I didn't agree to be here all day with you."

He quickly said, "You agreed to have sex with me and that means I am going to cum at least once before you leave."

She calmly asked, "What position do you want?"

"First, I'm going to eat your cunt some more, then I'll tell you what position." 

He got up on his knees sideways in the bed. He kissed her nipples which surprised her. Then he twisted around a little more to put his butt closer to her head. He started kissing her pussy and clit. He knew his cock was hanging down fairly close to the upper part of her body. He knew she could easily see it if she wanted to look. She was beginning to move her butt and he could hear her breath becoming irregular. Then he felt her hand on his cock and started to jack him. Maybe she was hoping to jack him off so she could go home, he didn't know. Or could it be that she was getting really turned on?

In a little while she stopped moving her butt and said, "What position do you want to finish?"

It sounded to Rod as if she wanted to get it over with even though she acted as if she was enjoying sex. Rod laid on his back and had her get up to impale herself on him. She was vigorously gyrating on him. He cupped both breasts with his hands as they were bouncing around quite a bit. He tweaked her nipples and felt their hardness. She was doing wonders on his cock and he was doing his best not to cum too quick. He noticed she was getting sexually excited by the way she was breathing and moving. Rod was beginning to moan some and she was doing the same thing. Then she started screeching as Rod shot spurt after spurt in her. When their orgasms subsided, she leaned forward to rest on his chest. It surprised him when she leaned forward to sexily kiss him.

After she realized what she did, she raised up to say, "Oh, I forgot, no kisses."

She raised up off his now small cock just high enough to let all the cum drain down on his cock and balls and on to the bed.

She commented, "That's my revenge for blackmailing me. Now go clean up and change the sheets while I put my bikini back on and leave."

He countered, "Oh no you don't. For doing that, you have to visit me at least one more time before I'll agree to not tell your husband."

She yelled, "You bastard! I agreed to have sex with you once and that's it." 

He yelled back, "No. You agreed to have sex with me and there was nothing said about how many times. You will have to admit, you enjoyed this afternoon with me."

She calmed down and knew she had lost the argument. She realized she did enjoy having an orgasm with him. She was just mad because he blackmailed her. 

"Alright", she said, "My husband is working next Wednesday evening I think. I can come over here then if you want me." 

"Of course, I want you. You are very pretty and sexy. Think about having kisses and all the foreplay next time. Make it enjoyable for both of us." She agreed. She stood still and let him hug and kiss her as she departed his apartment. 



Blackmail



My name is Amritha.

I had an incredible experience last summer. It was incredible because it was something that could never happen to me. Yet it did! Its true!! It has been on my mind constantly. There is no one I can tell - not my best friend, not my sister and certainly not my husband. I hope that my telling it here, I can come to terms with it and find a solution.

First I will tell a little about me. I am 24 years old. In all honesty I am an extremely attractive female. My height is 5' 9"; my weight varies between 123-125 lb. and my measurements are approximately 36C - 24 - 35. I am very athletic and work out on a regular basis. My overall look is sophisticated, classy and sensuous. But my best features are my long, curly red hair, my full sensual lips and my very long, shapely legs.

It is very normal for men to "fall all over" me. They are constantly hitting on me, flattering me, and in general doing anything they can to please me. I am not a conceited person but do get off on all the attention that I receive. It is a great sense of power to know that I could literally have anyone I want whenever I want. I always control the situation and it is a great feeling. I never actually do anything. I guess I am sort of a tease.

I have been married for two years. My husband travels extensively, so we have agreed that is OK for me to have fun at nights with my friends. He knows that I am pretty conservative sexually and would never cheat on him. The truth is that I have only had intercourse with three men in my whole life and have been completely faithful since we first started dating.

One evening, while my husband was gone, I went to an upscale restaurant/bar with my best friend Christie. I wore a short, flippy rayon dress. Underneath all I had on was a black thong. Dressing sexy was something that I always did. I liked the attention. It was a Thursday night and the place was very busy. We sat at a table in the bar area and spent several hours drinking and talking. It was around 11:00 and the placed had really emptied out. There was a table of four guys sitting about 20 feet across the room from us. They were staring at us and appeared to be talking about the two of us.

Finally I excused myself to go to the ladies room. As I neared their table, all eyes were on me. My breasts jiggled as I walked and I could see them undressing me with their eyes. As I passed their table I could almost feel the heat of their lust.

I returned to the table. We had one more drink and decided that it was time to leave. The place was now empty except for our two tables, the manager and the bartender. We passed by their table and the stares were getting more intense. I was relieved when Christie and I got outside. It was then that I noticed that I had left my cell phone on the table. Christie had to work early the next day, so I told her just to go on home.

I returned to the bar and the four guys were still there. Again as I passed their table they continued to stare at me and make crude comments to each other. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. But the strangest thing happened, I was starting to get turned on by the effect that I was having on them. I must have had way too much to drink! I was dizzy and very light-headed and could not really collect my thoughts or control my reactions.

The phone was still at the table. I picked it up and turned to walk out. As I walked, my head was down, since I did not wish to make eye contact. All of a sudden I was startled by a loud voice. HEY YOU! I turned to the voice and heard YES, YOU! I said nothing. I froze. COME OVER HERE! For some reason that I don't understand, I did as he said. My legs just carried me in their direction. As I neared the table, I could see their faces were hot with excitement.

*Why was I doing this?* When I got a couple of steps from him I stopped. What is you name he said? Amritha I replied. Amritha, what do you have on underneath that dress he asked. Nothing but a thong, I blurted out. * My God, what did I just say? Why did I do that? Was I trying to turn them on?* *Why is my body starting to tingle?*

Come closer he commanded and again I followed his instruction. *What am I doing?* I watched as his hand reached up and grabbed the side tie to my dress. I stood there motionless. With one quick yank, my dress fell open. My breasts were now partially visible, as was the front of my thong. *Run I thought. Get out now!* But I did not move.

He now instructed to put my hands on my shoulders and slowly remove my dress. My hands did exactly as he said. It was like I had no control over them. My hands now slid the dress slowly over my shoulders. As it went down my breasts became fully exposed. My nipples were very erect. The dress slid over my butt and then it dropped to the floor. *WHAT AM I DOING?* *I HAVE TO RUN!* It was like some other person had taken over my body.

I was now standing in front of the four guys in just my thong. The manger and bartender now came over. All eyes were now staring at my naked fully exposed breasts. I could see several cocks rising up under their pants.

There were many remarks about my breasts. Who was going to suck on them first? How great they would be to squeeze and eat and so on. I just stood motionless and listened. It was a scary situation, but I was enjoying it.

TURN AROUND the voiced commanded. I did as I was told. They had a full view of my butt. This seemed to excite a number of them. NOW SLIP OFF YOUR THONG! Again my hands did as instructed. I could not control them. My hands slowly removed the thong and little by little my butt became completely bare. I was very scared but was getting very turned in my new submissive role. My thong dropped to the floor. I was told to face them. My pussy was now fully exposed! I was now completely naked. I was standing in a bar with six fully clothed strangers. I was doing exactly as I was told and had no idea why. I was starting to have feelings of passion and lust that were not known to me

The one who was giving all the commands stood up. He moved his chair about five feet from the table. He then sat down. COME OVER HERE he yelled! LIE ACROSS MY LAP! Again my body did as it was told. I was now spread across his lap, totally naked with five other guys watching intently.

You have been a bad girl he said. You are very hot looking and you know it. You dress sexy just to tease guys. I am going to teach you a lesson. I said nothing. My mind was panicking* Why am I in this position? What is he going to do?*

Suddenly I felt a stinging sensation on my butt and heard a loud smacking sound. OUCH! I screamed. Again I felt the stinging pain and yelled out again. I saw some flashing light but did not have time to look up to see what it was; again and again I felt that stinging pain on my butt. Again and again I heard SMACK SMACK SMACK. I was beginning to sob. My butt really hurt. I was extremely humiliated. He spoke. Have you learned you lesson yet? YES! I said Please let me go. We have not even started yet he countered. I was lying completely limp over his lap. I felt like a rag doll. Next he started to rub my butt. He spread my legs and worked his way to my pussy. Despite the pain and embarrassment, I was getting extremely turned on. I did not understand it, but I was. When he reached it, he found it was quite wet. Guys, she is sopping wet he said. She must love this abuse. His hand worked its way into my pussy. One finger, then two, then three fingers were now inside me. Waves of excitement were shooting through my body. My body was squirming and my butt was moving more rapidly.

Suddenly he removed his fingers. He motioned to two of the other guys. They came over. Each one stood behind one of his shoulders and grabbed one of my legs and pulled it up over the leader's shoulders. I was now upside down; face down with my butt up in the air. I was yanked up so my pussy was now in his face. I felt a wet, hungry tongue starting to explore my pussy. I tried to break free, but their hold was too strong. I kept trying but suddenly it was getting to me. His tongue was rapidly exploring every inch of my pussy. I kept seeing a flashing light but could not look up. I was getting very hot. I grabbed onto two chair legs and starting pushing myself up into his face. I wanted to get his tongue deeper inside of me. The others were making lots of comments. Look at that gorgeous ass! I want to eat it. I want to fuck it someone else said. Look at it bucking up and down. She must really want it now. My breathing was rapid and heavy. Oooohhh. I whispered. Ohhh. OoooOHHH. OOOOHHH. I started groaning loudly. My body was squirming with incredible pleasure. As I was about to come he pulled away. SHE IS READY FOR US, he exclaimed!

With that several guys picked me up and carried to the table. Hands were all over me - squeezing my breasts, feeling my pussy and probing my butt. I could see now that they were all naked I saw more erect cocks at that moment than I had seen in my lifetime.

They put me onto a table. I was positioned on all fours. I was getting less and less scared and more and more turned on. *I was the one who was always in control. I was the one who told the men what to do. Why was this so exiting to me? I was being crudely taken and I was hot!* My body was now tingling. My pussy was getting very wet. My legs were now being spread wide open. Someone's hands spread my pussy wide open. It was stretched beyond belief. I felt a wet tongue penetrate my pussy. All of a sudden my hair was yanked up. As my mouth opened, a cock quickly slid inside. One of them was standing on a chair and started furiously pumping away at my mouth with his cock. I heard him say something about having those sexy lips sucking on him. Suddenly I felt a cock enter my pussy. My body started reacting in a way that was unknown to me. I did not even see or know who it was, but it felt great! I was rocking back and forth as fast as I could, driving both cocks deep inside me. I continued to see flashing lights but was too enveloped with excitement to see what they were. I felt two loads of cum shoot deep inside of me. Then suddenly two new cocks replaced the original ones. Two more loads of cum. Then two more cocks. When they had finished I collapsed in exhaustion. I thought that they were done.....Little did I know.

After a few minutes, I heard a familiar commanding voice. STAND UP! I crawled up off the table and stood naked and dripping in front of the six men that had just cum in my pussy and my mouth. GET ON YOUR KNEES! CRAWL OVER TO THE BAR! I obeyed once again. GET ONTO TO THE BAR ON YOUR STOMACH! I WANT THAT INCREDIBLE ASS OF YOURS STICKING UP FOR US TO LOOK AT! I did as I was told. I crawled up over the bar. My head was hanging over one side. My butt was on the edge of it facing them. NOW SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS! I reached back and spread my butt. My butt hole was in full view of everyone in the room. NOW STAY THERE!

It seemed like an eternity. Once again I was extremely humiliated, even more than before. I heard some one moving closer to me. Suddenly I felt a cool liquid being poured over my butt hole. LETS SEE HOW YOU TASTE WITH A LITTLE BEER ADDED. His mouth started sucking the beer from my hole.

This had always been an off limits area, even for my husband. Now a stranger's mouth was enveloping it. His tongue now was probing deep inside my butt hole. I was revolted but shock waves of pleasure shoot through my body. Who else wants to tongue fuck her he asked? They lined up behind me and one after another started sucking on and penetrating into my butt hole with their tongues. The pleasure I felt was beyond belief. My butt was bouncing up and down on the bar. The sensation was incredible. It was like nothing I ever felt. They were taking great pleasure in my reactions. I could hear the comments. They were now all being humiliating and mocking. But I did not care. All that mattered was that they continue to stick their tongues up my butt.

At some point during the procession to my butt, my hair was pulled up and a cock shoved into my mouth. I devoured it. I was desperate to satisfy my now insatiable desires. One cock after another, one load after another filled my mouth. The whole time tongues were penetrating deep into my butt hole. My body never stopped undulating, squirming and bouncing to their actions.

Finally they again picked me up and carried me again to the table. This time I was put on my stomach with some cushions under me to prop up my butt. My head dangled over the edge of the table. Suddenly they were blindfolding me. Next they tied my hands and feet to the table. I was now spread eagle, unable to see, unable to move and with my butt stuck high in the air. I was helpless. I visualized myself if I were one of them. I had an orgasm just thinking about it.

They again started commenting on how great my butt was and how it turned them on to see it just waiting for them. It turned me on too. I expected that they would again finger and tongue my hole. I was right. Someone's finger with something slippery on it, slid in and out of my butt hole. The sensations were incredible. They shot throughout my body. The finger was removed and I expected another. Instead I felt the tip of a huge cock starting to penetrate me. I screamed to stop. I kept yelling, but the cock went in deeper and deeper. It really hurt. Once all the way in, he started pumping it in and out quickly. I pleaded for him to stop but he just went faster and faster. After a few minutes the pain started to subside and the pleasure started to fill my body. My humiliation, embarrassment and revulsion were at enormous levels, but so was my intense pleasure. That revolted and humiliated me, more which in turn just made me hotter. My body was reacting explosively to what was now happening to me. I was now screaming in pleasure. He told me to beg him to continue. I said I beg you to continue. Continue what? Say continue to fuck me in my ass. At first I would not respond. He yanked my hair up. I felt like I was being ridden like a horse. He was pulling on my hair and pumping me in my bottom. CONTINUE WHAT? He screamed. Finally I yelled I BEG YOU TO FUCK ME IN MY ASS. PLEASE FUCK ME IN MY ASS! PLEASE! PLEASE! All the other guys were laughing. While my hair was still being pulled, someone stuck his cock in my mouth. The person on top of me kept yanking my hair back and forth over the cock while continuing to fuck me. I heard someone say, make sure you get plenty of this scene. But I was not paying attention. I was so excited. I was delirious!

I visualized what was happening to me.* I could see myself blindfolded and tied to the table. I was completely spread out and my butt propped high in the air by some cushions. Someone was on top on me screwing me in my butt hole. He was pulling on my hair like the reins on a horse. The whole time a cock was being pumped furiously in and out of my mouth. I was begging to be fucked and I meant it. My butt was bucking up and down trying to shove his cock deeper inside me. I was devouring the cock like it was my last meal. I could not possibly imagine a more humiliating and degrading situation. I was being completely be taken in every way by a group of strangers and I was turned on beyond my wildest dreams.*

Finally I felt a warm sensation shooting deep inside my butt. It was really a different feeling. My body pushed up as hard as it could to get it in deeper. About the same time another load was shot into my mouth. It was making a slurping sound trying to get it all.

I collapsed in exhaustion. I felt my hands and feet being untied. Still blindfolded, I was now stood up. My hands were put behind me and loosely tied together. I was now being led somewhere. Suddenly the front of my naked body felt a blast of cool air and then I was pushed forward toward the air. I heard traffic passing. Horns were sounding and I could hear people yelling.

Finally I untied my hands and removed the blindfold. They had pushed me outside. Cars were passing and many people were seeing me completely naked. I looked around in a panic! I saw my dress and purse. I picked them up and ran as fast as I could to my car. I got in and drove off.

The next thing I knew, I was in my apartment. The alcohol had worn off and the sexual excitement was gone. I started sobbing uncontrollably.* How could I let that happen? How could I get so turned on that I let six strangers take every part of me? But the worst thing is that I was in an absolute state of ecstasy while it was happening. WHY? WHY? WHY?*

At least they did not know anything about me. They did not even know my name. I would never return to that restaurant. It would all go away. I would have to wipe the whole experience from my mind. Time would take care of everything. It would all be over and no one would ever know.

After a long, warm shower, I fell into a deep sleep. A ringing in my head woke me up. It was the phone. As I went to grab it, I noticed that it was dark. I must have slept all day.

Hello? Hello Amritha? Yes. How are you today? Who is this? This is Garret. Who? I don't know any Garret. Yes you do! In fact your mouth, tits, cunt and ass hole know me very well. WHAT? Now Amritha, if you keep this up, I will just have to give you another good spanking. I was speechless! *OH MY GOD! HOW DID HE FIND ME?* Finally I stuttered How did yoouu.. FIND YOU? He interrupted. You have lots of information in your purse. We had lots of time to go through it. What do you want? Well Amritha, I have always imagined what it would be like to be seen with a beautiful model. You are a model aren't you? Well I .., again he interrupted. Now Amritha, did you forget all of the information that is in your purse? The name of your agency, the appointment book with your past and future bookings... ENOUGH I screamed. WHAT DO YOU WANT? As I started to say I, like most men, can only fantasize about models. You are going to go places with me. I want people to see us together. More than that I am going to have my very own model that will do whatever I want whenever I want. WHAT? That is right and I expect no arguments or I will have to punish you. Why would I do as you say? Well I guess you would do it because you enjoy being taken so much. You know how much it turns you on and I have the pictures to prove it *Pictures? Pictures?* The flashes must have been the bursts of light I kept seeing!* I have lots of them Amritha. But my very favorite set is the grand finale. It's great! You are in the middle of a restaurant. You are completely naked and spread across a table. You are bound and blindfolded. Your ass is propped up high into the air. On top of you is a big naked guy named Jim. His cock is deep inside you asshole. With both his hands his is pulling back on your hair. It sort of reminds of riding a bucking bronco. You are pushing your ass high in the air to drive his cock deeper into your ass hole. At the same time you are furiously sucking my cock. I LOVE THIS SET! There are lots of others. I like looking at them to relieve the experience. I can still hear you moaning with pleasure and begging to be fucked in the ass. I can see things in the pictures that I did not even realize at the time. After the spanking and you were upside down with your pussy in my face, I did not know about the chair legs. The picture shows it great. You look like a gymnast pushing yourself upward. It pleases me that you wanted my tongue sooo badly.

Anyway if you don't do exactly what I want when and where I want it and without a word of complaint, I will have to distribute these pictures. Your husband will probably like to see his beautiful wife having fun while he is gone. Your agency would surely like to see all of them. I could make lots of copies and just leave them all around your neighborhood. Naturally I will post them all over the Internet. Any questions?




Blackmail



I was stunned. I did not know what to say. OK Amritha, I guess you understand. I will be in touch.

The phone went dead. I was in complete shock. I did not know what to do. My husband would divorce me; my agency would drop me and what would all the people in my neighborhood think? I felt completely hopeless. What could I do? What was going to happen? It had been a few weeks. My husband was out of town again. I have never told him of my horrible experience. He noticed that I was different, but thought I was depressed because I had not had a modeling job recently. He did not know that I had turned down several. 

Garret had not called again. Maybe he had changed his mind. Perhaps he realized that having his" very own model that will do whatever I want whenever I want" was not really a good thing. Maybe he thought that if he spread around those naked pictures of me being screwed by him and five of his friends, he could get in some kind of trouble. I don't really know. I am just somewhat relieved that he had not called. 

Many times I have reflected on that situation... My mind just raced randomly.... I had been taken by six strangers in a bar and had been very turned on. I had begged to be taken. *WHY? It's not like me! I always had been the one in control. I'm the one who always turned men on without even trying! I would never have sex with for than one person at a time, or with a stranger, or in a public place... I am very conservative. I am a recognizable model. Why did I do it and why was I turned on? Why did I beg? How am I going to get those awful pictures back? * 

Suddenly a ringing sound broke me from my thoughts. It was the phone. Hello. Hello Amritha. Yes? This is Garret...... My heart sunk. I was getting sick. AMRITHA! ... Yes. I said this is Garret. You are supposed to me nice to me...remember? ....Yes. Well, then you better start! DO YOU UNDERSTAND! ..... Yes. That's better. Now I have good news for you. You and I are going out tonight and we are going to have a great time. Please no... PLEASE! Hold on Amritha. Save those pleases for later. I just love when you beg for it. But I....I... DON'T say any more...just listen! I am going to pick you up at 8:00 tonight. I want you to wear that same sexy little dress that you wore last time. The only difference is that you are not to wear anything, not even a thong underneath. Do you understand.? But..but.. . DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Yes... I do. 

It was now 8:00. I was very frightened and upset. I had dressed exactly as I was told. The doorbell rang. I went slowly to the door and opened it. It was he! 

Hi Amritha. Great to see you! Come out and let's go. I closed the door and stepped out into the hallway of my apartment building. Hold it! What I asked? I want to see if you are dressed as I said. Suddenly he started to pick up my dress. Instinctively I stopped him. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I can't have you pick up my dress in the hallway. Someone may see me. Oooohhh. I guess you have forgotten already, well let me refresh your memory. Take a look at this! 

It was one of those pictures! There I was completely naked, draped over a bar. One guy was licking out my butt-hole. Another was yanking on my hair and I was sucking on his penis. There were guys lined up at both ends. It was revolting! AMRITHA! Do you remember now? Yes I do. Good then just hold still. With that he slowly lifted my dress. It was at my upper thighs. Then it was above my bush. My butt was also fully exposed. It went up my stomach to the bottom of my breasts. He then pulled it up and fully exposed my breasts. It stopped at the bottom of my neck. I was standing in the hallway with my dress completely pulled up. I was virtually naked. *Please. Please. I hope no one sees me.* Well Amritha. Despite the pictures and fond memories, I had forgotten how really great your body is. Your legs are incredible and your tits are perfect. Turn around. I did as he said while being petrified that one of my neighbors would see me. And your ass .. I can't even describe how terrific it is. Now bend over and touch your toes. NO! NO! PLEASE.. SHUT UP! Again I did as he said. I felt his finger probing into my butt hole and something greasy was on it. I thought I was going to barf. It was so humiliating! He played in there for a few minutes then told me to stand up. I did and my dress came down. I thought I would make you a little slippery to get you started. He then took out a small razor blade and slit my dress in the front and back. Let me see if these are in the right places. His finger went into the front slit and he started massaging my pussy. Then he spun me around and put his finger through the rear slit and into my butt hole. Perfect! I can now touch you at will. Let's go. 

We got into the elevator. I live on a very high floor. We went to the back corner. The elevator had made several stops and several people had gotten on. It still had several floors to go. Suddenly I felt a finger pushing up my butt.* What is he doing? We are in an elevator. There are people around* I held as still as possible...like nothing was happening. Deeper and deeper went his finger into my butt. I wanted to scream, but just held still. That picture he had showed me was still clear in my mind and so were his threats to give them to my husband, my friends, my agency, my neighbors and anywhere he could post them. Deeper and deeper went his finger. It was hurting and it was hard to hold still. But I had to so no one would know what was happening. 

Finally the elevator reached the bottom floor. Everyone got out except us. Garret now started pushing me out by pushing his finger deeper into my butt. Finally when we stepped into the lobby, he released me. We then went outside. 

I hope you enjoyed that. There will be a lot more before the night is over. I own every opening you have and will play with them whenever I want. Now come over here. Where? I said. Over here by this bush he answered. We went behind a few small bushes. GET ON YOUR KNEES he commanded. I won't let you keep treating me like this I countered. Really... Let me make it easier for you Amritha. Again he pulled out a picture. I looked at it and again was horrified! There I was stark naked. I was on all fours on a table in the restaurant. One guy was taking me from behind and I was sucking on another's penis. Several other guys were naked around the table....... OK AMRITHA! GET ON YOUR KNEES. I did as he instructed. Pull out my cock and suck on it. I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his penis. I can't walk around with a hard-on he said. Suck me off. NOW! 

I sucked and licked on his penis for several minutes. He began to moan. Suddenly he thrust his cock deep into my mouth and held my head tightly in that position. Something horrible started to fill my throat. I tried to pull away, but he held me even tighter. SWALLOW ALL OF IT he commanded. I can't have you dripping with cum. We have not even gone out yet. The night is young. I started to gag but he would not let go. Somehow I swallowed it all and he released me. Did you enjoy that as much as the first time? I HATED IT!!! I screamed. I don't know why I did that last time. You will come around later Amritha. Just give it time. He hailed a cab and we got in. As we were driving, he pulled up my dress to fully expose my pussy. I think the driver could see me. He was adjusting his mirror to get a better view. He was really a dirty, disgusting-looking guy. Garret spoke. I can't ignore the third opening. Spread your legs. Please.. Pl . NOW he yelled. I spread my legs a little. Put your legs up on the back of the front seat. He then forced them as wide open as they would go. Now play with yourself. WHAT? NOW! I reached down and started playing with myself. The driver could not take his eyes off the mirror. I did this for about 5 minutes, until we reached our destination. We got out and I heard Garret tell the driver that he hoped that he enjoyed the tip. The driver said he loved it and did Garret need him to come back for us. Garret told him to come back in about 5 hours and the cabby drove off. 

We were out some club that I had never seen. It was large, crowded and fairly dark. We went into the bar area and sat down. I'll buy you a drink he said. I thought that it might make me relax; so I ordered. I drank it really fast because I was so nervous. He ordered me another and again I drank it quickly. 

See those guys at that table? Yes. They have been staring at you since we got here. I think I will give them a little preview. With that he started inching up my dress. He pushed it back to the point of reaching my pussy. All eyes were on me. He rested his hand on my pussy and just sat there while the guys all stared at me. He put his finger into me and started to play with me. I pushed his hand away. HOW DARE YOU! I told you that you are to do anything I want. You are my slave! Again he took out another picture. It was just horrible. He was seated on a chair in a bar. One of his friends was standing behind each of his shoulders. They were all fully dressed. However I was completely naked. I was upside down facing the legs of the chair. Each of his friends was holding one of my legs up high over his shoulders. My pussy was shoved up into his face and he was eating me out. The worst part was that it was clear that I was pushing myself up into his face to force his tongue deeper into me. 

Amritha I am tired of warning you. I will just have to punish you. He then went over to the table where all the guys were sitting and showed them the picture. They screamed, howled and made all sorts of crude remarks. I was so embarrassed, I almost starting crying. 

He came back over too me. Shannon I warned you for the last time. Anytime you don't do exactly as I command I will punish you. NOW GET UP! I stood up. Walk over to the front of that table. I walked over slowly but kept my eyes closed. I could not bear to look at them. Stop he said. One of the guys at the table spoke. Hey bitch how about letting me eat out your pussy right now. We can do an instant replay of that scene. Another said, I want to fuck your gorgeous ass. The suddenly Garret said, sorry guys we have to move on, but keep watching. He then stuck his finger through the back slit and into my butt hole. This is how I guide her around. He then pushed his finger forward until I started walking. The table starting really screaming as we left the room. 

Shannon, we are going into the dance area. You are to follow my finger commands. If it moves to the left you do, and so on. If I pull back a little you are to stop. If I move it in and out just hold still and enjoy it. I HATE YOU I shouted. Too bad Shannon, because I own you and am going to use you and that magnificent body any way I want. The only thing you can do is enjoy in or hate it. So it is your choice, but I will take you how, when and where I want. That is all that that matters to me. 

The dance area was crowded. Garret made me go out on the floor with him. We started dancing and he kept picking up my dress in the front or back to the point of slightly exposing parts of my body. He would also reach through the slits and put his fingers into my body. I was starting to feel a little dizzy. In fact my body starting reacting pleasurably to what was happening. It made me sick but I was starting to turn me on. 

We then went to a step up area that surrounded the dance floor. There was a waist high railing that went all the way around. Bend over the railing like you are resting on it. I did as he said. I felt his hands reach under my dress. He reached from behind into my pussy and put a finger into me. As he played with me I was getting really wet. *What is wrong with me. This jerk is thoroughly degrading me and I am getting turned on? Why? * Once again it was like my body had a mind of its own. Despite my intense feeling of hatred and disgust, it continued to react more and more to what his was doing. Suddenly he pulled them out. Hold still and close your eyes. I did as he said. I felt his hands lift my dress up to the base of my butt. I felt his cock finding its way into my pussy. He penetrated me and starting pumping in and out. I still had my eyes closed. But I was sure that people could see what was happening. I did not care! I just wanted his cock to keep going in and out. *WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? WHY AM I ENJOYING THIS SO MUCH?* 

Shannon open your eyes I heard him say. His voice was to my left, yet he was still to my rear and screwing me. I opened them up and looked left. Garret was standing there laughing! Horror struck me! I looked then behind. There was a complete stranger screwing me. I tried to stand up but several hands pushed me down. I felt my dress being lifted up over my over my butt and up over my breasts. It now covered only my face. I could not see. Someone's mouth starting sucking on my tits. My body was on fire. It started gyrating wildly. I don't know why I was doing this but did not care. Suddenly my dress was completely removed. There was a crowd of people on the dance floor and on the step up area surrounding me. They were all cheering. A chair was brought to the dance floor. One of the guys from the table in the bar stood on it and shoved his penis into my mouth. The whole time I was being screwed and my breasts sucked on by two other guys. I also saw guys jerking off on either side of me. I was sooooo turned on! My body was completely out of control. 

I started feeling cum inside me, on top of me and in my mouth. New penises replaced the old ones. This happened again and again. I could not get enough. 

At one point a girl stood on the chair and shoved her pussy into my mouth,. I was so hot I went at it wildly. * WHAT AM I DOING? I am eating out another girl. Guys are screwing me and jerking off all over my body. Many people are watching and cheering vulgar things. THIS IS TOTALLY DISGUSTING AND REVOLTING. BUT I AM SO HOT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!* Nothing mattered except this incredible pleasure ride that I was on. HEY! Remember me? I looked up at it was another one of the guys from the table. Remember that I said, "I want to fuck your gorgeous ass"? Well I am going to do that right now. He then immediately went behind me. Even in my extremely excited state I was fearful of having that done. I started to protest, but once again too many hands held me down. I felt his penis at the entrance to my butt hole and try to break free again. Their hold was too strong. I could not move at all. I started to feel the pain as he went back and forth. Gradually the pain started to turn to pleasure, immense pleasure. I heard myself starting to groan and felt my body reacting wildly. "She really loves this" I heard him shout. "This beautiful, hot model really loves getting gang banged by strangers in public and she loves to get it in the ass. "Bang her really hard"; "make her beg for it" others shouted. "BEG FOR IT BITCH!" I did not respond. He started to stop. OH Please! Please keep going. "BEG FOR IT! BEG ME TO FUCK YOU IN THE ASS!" Please fuck me in my ass. I beg you! PLEASE! "TELL ME THAT YOU WANT ME TO SHOVE MY COCK DEEP INSIDE YOUR ASS! " Please shove your cock deep inside my ass. The crowed cheered even louder. He started to do it again. It felt incredible. 

It seemed that at least 15-20 men had taken me in one of my openings. I must have sucked on at least that many penises and pussies. One part of me was revolted and confused. The rest of me was in another word. It was a world of sheer pleasure with no remorse or responsibility. It was one of pure animal instinct. The part of me that was in this state was in total control. The more disgust one part of me felt, the more the other part of me got turned on. I was a slave to this part of me. Garret's voice broke my thoughts. I think you have had enough for now Shannon. I don't want you to wear yourself out. Besides I think you are enjoying it too much. Lets get going. The last two guys finished up on me and I got dressed. 

We went outside. There was a cab parked in front. It was the same driver. We got into his cab and drove off. Did you have a good time? Garret responded. Yes it was lots of fun, but the night is not quite over yet. We still have time for a little more fun. Isn't that right Shannon? Yes, Garret, whatever you say. I was still extremely hot. My body still craved more. Garret took out another picture and showed it too me. It was another picture of me at the restaurant. I was completely naked and lying face down on a table in the restaurant. There was a big cushion under my stomach, so my butt was propped up into the air. I was blindfolded and shackled. One guy was on top of me, screwing me in the butt. He was yanking on my hair and riding me like a horse. Another guy had his penis in my mouth. Naked guys were all around the table. Shannon, tell me about how you felt about what was happening here. Well I remember being confused and revolted as I was tonight. Total strangers in a public place were taking me in crude ways. I hated it but loved it. I wanted it to end but wanted it to continue. What do you feel now? The same way. I am disgusted by it, but very turned on. 

We reached my apartment and Garret told the driver to park somewhere near the front. When the cab was stopped, he showed the driver the picture. He went wild. She is my slave and will do whatever I tell her. Shannon, climb into the front. I did as he said. Now lean over the seat and face me. Again I did as commanded. OK driver, I am going to give you your fare and tip both right now. Shannon pull up your dress. I did as instructed. I was now kneeling on the front seat with my body draped over into the back. My butt was totally exposed. Go ahead and fuck her. She seems to get especially turned by getting it in the ass, but it is your choice. With that the driver got behind me and shoved his penis into my butt. He started pumping furiously. My body again took control and reacted in a completely wild, unrestrained fashion. Garret grabbed my hair and shoved his penis into my mouth. He was really yanking my hair so my head went up and down really fast. 

*WHAT IS HAPPENING? I am in front of my apartment getting screwed in my butt by this dirty, revolting cab driver and am sucking on some real jerk's penis. One of my neighbors might see me. * But I was so turned on I did not really care. Once again, the enormous pleasure had overtaken me and my body was going crazy. I was out of control. I heard groans and felt a warm liquid filling my butt and mouth. They both finished and pulled out. 

OK Shannon we are done for now. You can go and wait for my next call. I started to get out. STOP! What? You forgot to thank me. Thank you? Thank you for what? You forgot to thank me for letting so many guys fuck you. You forgot to thank me for all the cock and pussy I let you eat. You forgot to thank me for degrading and abusing you in front of so many people. Most of all you forgot to thank me for letting your service my cock. Thank you. 

I got out. I went up to my apartment and fell into a deep sleep.



Blackmail



She awoke with a dull pain at the base of her skull and her world covered in a fog so thick that it was like her mind was being smothered in a wet wool blanket. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Her jaw hurt and as her body re-awakened, she was vaguely aware that she was kneeling on something, but her arms were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together above her knees, forcing her to kneel. She tried to move and she realized two more things immediately: she was naked, and the something she was kneeling over had a protrusion that had been forced inside her.

She tried to scream, but she found something soft but unyielding between her teeth, something she thought to be her thirst-swollen tongue. It tasted like rubber and it was connected to something that she could now feel strapped tightly around her face. Her eyes were covered as well, though what ever it was had the feeling of silk against her skin; the soft, almost fluid texture combined with the growing horror of the situation almost made her puke, except that it would have had no where to go.

She also realized that the room was cold, and the straps binding her in place felt like leather with cold metal buckles against her skin. A soft, almost serenely gentle breeze blew across her body lightly. On any other day it would have been pleasant, today it just made her stomach twist with panic.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked a voice. It was filtered through a computer, changed to be deeper and slower than normal speech, completely masking the speaker's identity. It also seemed to be emanating from everywhere in the room, it's bass penetrating her to the core, making her painfully aware of the violation she was receiving.

"Nnnnnn," she moaned against the ball gag. Hearing her own voice, powerless, weak, and muffled, she broke. She started sobbing deeply and she managed to shake her head. Her posture went slack and the intruder inside her gave away that it was rubber and extremely flexible, though it felt like there was internal structure, almost like a real cock buried in her. She had never been so defeated in all her life as the waterfall cascaded down her face.

"You're here, Mary O'Connell, because you are a cancer in society. You are here to receive a choice, Mary," the voice boomed at her again. The volume felt like it was growing quieter, but the bass intensified, filling her body and resonating in her bones. She couldn't help but think that this was what it was like to hear the voice of God, it being so powerful and she so powerless against it. All she could do is sob as the voice paused before continuing.

"You, Mary O'Connell, have committed adultery three times, coveting other women's husbands, stealing them, and breaking up marriages while maintaining your own in a shell of lies and secrecy. You might feel a weight around your neck. That's your wedding ring, Mary. Hung so you can feel it as your choice is carried out."

Mary's sobbing turned to total submission. Everything that the voice had said so far was true. She was a home wrecker, and she did it for sport; taking the rich husbands of her co-workers, fucking them rotten, leaving little clues for their wives to find and then going home to cook supper for her husband and two daughters. She cried, "I'm sorry," over and over again, her babbling muted by the ball secured between her teeth.

"You can either choose to release your sins through punishment tonight, Mary, or your family will be humiliated in the most unthinkable ways. Right now they are being held safely, waiting to see what you do. The choice is yours, Mary. Redemption through punishment or exposing your lies and travesties."

"You mother fuckers!" Mary screamed into her ball gag. It reached her ears in a muffled rage, her eyes burning with hate as they were tightly closed and still flowing with tears.

"Anger is taken as a sign of non-compliance, Mary. Do you accept your fate?" the voice said smoothly. Mary's shoulders fell back, her back slumping forward, feeling that thing inside her again as she moved. To her horror she found that her core was heating up and she could start to feel her clit becoming aroused. The tight straps keeping her in place were also starting to wear her down, both mentally and physically. She felt herself nodding.

"Then let it begin. After tonight, you will be released to the safety of your family. The police will find no evidence that will trace you to us, and they will tell you with great remorse that you will probably never see this night's actions come to trial. You are lost, Mary O'Connell, and there is nothing you, your family, or the police will be able to do about it except to learn your lesson."

Mary felt the device under her hum to life; the feeling would have been pleasurable in other circumstances. The invader started moving in her, like a finger swirling around and around, making wide movements at its end, and barely moving as it rotated in her entrance. Her clit started to feel the same hum, and she couldn't help but moan at the sudden shock of the stimulation. Against her every will, thought, and fiber of her being, she felt her pussy heat up and moisten at the movements of the machine she was sitting on.

"Mary, you no doubt feel that working inside you. It is called a sybian, and this is a very special sybian. Most of these machines have a remote control. This one's remote control is hooked up through the internet. You are on camera, and the world is watching."

Mary's sobbing resumed, even as the machine changed its pace. The fake cock started humming and vibrating as it rotated in her, stimulating her in ways she didn't think possible. The speed on the bump under her clit also increased, and she was revolted by the fact that her body was behaving like it was. She felt her pussy juice up and she also discovered that through her utter need to dissociate herself from the situation, she could not; her lust simply wouldn't let her. The horror of this all being broadcast on the internet made it even worse. Her skin was crawling so bad that she wanted to die, but she could not tell if the goose bumps she was getting was because of her revulsion of the act, the act itself, or the cold temperature of the room.

"People are paying to run the machine's controls Mary. People who know what a cheating whore you are."

The machine rapidly changed pace, switching into rapid speed, with the rod inside her swirling her pussy so hard it almost hurt, but every time it hit her g-spot, she arched her back a little further, rocking back, until her well groomed crimson pussy was in full view and her hands were resting on the back of the saddle. The machine slowed down to nothing after a few seconds of the torture and it slowly oscillated in her, the rotating motion stopping and turning into a barely perceptible fucking motion, dipping just below her most sensitive spots, only to rise slowly against them.

"Do you feel how your body's responding? Do you feel your wedding ring on your chest? You are starting to look like the adulterous whore you are."

The machine sped up into over-drive again, surpassing the speed it was going before, and the vibration taking on a new height. She felt her body betray her, loving the sensations she was receiving as the machine raped her, controlled by complete strangers on the internet. Those filthy fucks were actually getting off on watching her get raped; on raping her themselves.

"We have special friends for you tonight, Mary," the voice said again. The sound of the Voice was replaced by the sobbing cries of her children. Mary slumped down again, the machine slowing to everything but a slowly building and receding vibration deep in her walls. As her kids screamed for her to help, she felt her pussy squeeze out some of her hot cum onto the machine below her. She realized with further contempt that her ass was soaked with her juice. Mary's weeping continued as the speakers cut out in the middle of her children's sobbing pleas for help. She tried to pull herself together when she felt the sting of a whip on her abdomen. The sharp pain rocked her forward and the machine started fucking her at full tilt again.

"The person holding the whip is one of the many lives you have destroyed," the Voice said, the whip cracking across her right ass cheek sharply, punctuating the sentence. "Your actions caused the dissolution of 3 marriages, and the displacement of 11 children. In turn, other relatives were affected deeply," the Voice continued, a sharp sting landing across the small of Mary's back. She rocked back, the motion intensifying the feeling of the sybian fucking her hard and fast. She could feel the invader start to rotate again, swirling her pussy in ways she didn't think possible.

Mary felt another cracking snap land just above her pubic hair. The pain was unbelievable, but it was washed away by the unremitting fucking she was getting. Another whip crack landed in almost the same spot, followed by another, and another. Mary lost count after a dozen strokes more, all the while, the internet controlled fuck machine was taking her to new heights of pleasure and letting her feel new lows of pain as the whip sliced into her tender skin. She could feel welts and small cuts forming after each sting, and she knew her inner thighs, chest, back, ass, and stomach were criss-crossed with the thin red lines.

"Please, I beg you, please stop this!" Mary screamed against her gag. She wanted desperately to see what was happening, but at the same time, she was glad she was blind. She wanted to scream out against the treatment, but the begging turned into muffled syllables that weren't even recognizable as language. She was being treated like a bitch in heat, and finally, her mind let her have some solace from the torture as it dis-associated itself from the situation.

******

Mary came to some time later. She could feel the ball gag had been taken out, the corners of her mouth and her teeth hurting in their freedom. Her mouth had gone dry and she found her throat had as well; either from lack of water or from screaming during or ordeal, she was not sure. She was still sitting on the sybian, and it was still lodged up her cunt, but it was sticky with her drying cum. She felt her dried juice on her thighs as well, and all along the inside of her ass cheeks. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of glue on her crotch and it slowly soaked into her skin as it splattered. She could also for the first time feel something else sticky on her chest, her wedding ring catching on it as she moved.

The room sounded different; she could hear noises from outside, noises that sounded like children playing, noises that sounded almost like a carnival was going on. She was still tied and she was still blindfolded, so Mary screamed, hoping that someone would hear her. After a short time, she was vindicated as she heard a pounding on the outside of what must have been a steel bin she was in. The sound of a metal door swinging open caught her ears and she started weeping again, but this time they were tears of happiness.

The next 5 hours were a blur of doctor's examinations, statements for police, and crying at remembering the enjoyment she had felt during the ordeal. She was finally released with her family, who had been notified immediately when Mary was found, two days after she had disappeared after work. Her name, phone number, and address had been written on her chest in grease pen, and her husband started receiving calls the second the broadcast was made.

"What did you say?" Mary asked quietly, not completely hearing what the officer in charge had said about precautions.

"I said you'll have to be careful, Mary," the officer said, her voice very clear, kind, and patient. "You need to not be alone, especially on the way home from work, and that includes parking lots, or even just going to the mall." Mary nodded compliance, the simple act of doing so brought back memories of the last few days in a flash. She remembered fucking her bosses' son, and leaving, trying to figure out how to get home and showered with her husband not becoming suspicious.

"Yes, Officer Allten," Mary said compliantly. Even her meek answer to the statement made her feel subjugated.

"I've been on the case since your disappearance was reported, and I've personally made sure that your family would be protected," Allten continued patiently.

"But the voices I heard, those were my kids' voices, I'd know them..." Mary said, tears welling up in her eyes as her fogged brain tried to sort things out. It seemed like the harder she tried, the more confused everything got.

"A recording. I assure you."

Mary only nodded her response, still not convinced.

"Now, Mary. We're putting everything we can on this case. There's almost no evidence pointing to anyone in this case. We are deeply remorseful that what happened to you will probably never go to trial. Now, we've put you up at a more secure location than your house, and you can stay there for a couple of days with your daughters. We have a couple officers stationed in the house, and your husband said he wanted to stay as well," Officer Allten said steadily. She escorted Mary to a squad car and helped her in. 

"Your husband was the one with the whip, bitch," Officer Allten said as the squad car pulled away. She walked inside the house, maintaining the veneer of professionalism before walking upstairs to the O'Connell's bedroom.

Mary didn't hear the officer's last words, but on the trip around the block, she saw the tiny blonde standing in her bedroom for a split second, right before she shut the light off.

Mary's world broke, and she cried until she passed out. 



Blackmail



Johanna loved her boyfriend. He was sweet, gentle, caring and funny. They would go out every night for drinks and every night he would take her to a different luxurious restaurant, always ordering the very finest wine. Nothing was too special for her. They would sit and stare into each others eyes for hours while they ate their food, then he would drive her home and see her off with a beautiful, heart-warming kiss. Everyday Johanna looked forward to those special nights. She loved him.

Until one night. 

Her boyfriend had called her beforehand to tell her that he'd be away for a few days on a business trip, and that she should spend that time having some fun with her other friends. 

Johanna was disappointed that they would be away from each other, but decided she'd been neglecting her social life enough to spend a few nights out on the town with her friends.

It was Friday night, and Johanna finished putting on some ruby lipstick before meeting up with 3 friends at a bar in the middle of town. 

Alex was a nice guy. He was tall, good-looking and wore glasses. He didn't need them, but apparently he thought that the chicks digged the glasses.

Then there was Yvonne, a very pretty girl who worked up on the 15th floor of Johanna's work. She always wore very tight clothing, but the difference between her and Johanna was that she could totally pull it off.

Lastly, there was Mark. He was very shy all the time, and always stood back while his friends talked to other people. Johanna thought it was kind of cute, but she had a boyfriend whom she loved deeply, so never paid much attention.

That night she drank a lot. She was having so much fun she didn't notice the piles alcohol glasses building steadily higher and higher. 

The trouble with being drunk is that you don't realise you're drunk until you do something really stupid.

It was getting late. Very late. 

Johanna was dancing so hard she was falling over constantly, laughing and still drinking. She was so impossibly drunk she didn't notice Alex dancing closer and closer. Finally, she slipped out of her high heels straight into his arms. She laughed, looking up. 

Her breath left her as she looked into his eyes. He was right. The glasses did make a difference. 

She woke the next morning in her bed, still fully dressed, but with a headache to end all headaches. She groaned and rolled over. She stopped suddenly. 

Was it her imagination or were her panties gone?

She gasped. They were. 

What the hell had happened last night??

She strained to remember...she was dancing...god she must have been so drunk...

Yvonne had picked up a bloke and moved off into a private corner, she remembered that.

And then Alex's blue eyes sparkling behind those glasses exploded into her mind.

He had said something after he had caught her...what was it?

"Oh my god..." she mumbled, as it all started to come back.

"Fuck me," was what he had said.

But she would never do that. She couldn't do it to her boyfriend! 

But she had. Oh god she had. Her missing panties, still in the wet puddle out by the side of the club were undeniable proof. 

All she could remember of the incident was the orgasm, and it wasn't anything special.

She rushed into the shower, hating herself for betraying her boyfriend, feeling so dirty that she didn't even bother to remove her clothes before diving under the icy jet of water. She buried her face in her hands which muffled the scream of horror. What if he hadn't used protection? What if she was pregnant?

The phone was ringing.

She stumbled out of the shower to answer it.

"Johanna?"

It was Mark.

"Mark this really isn't a good time..."

"Yeah I know."

A small shiver went down Johanna's spine.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

Mark met her at the local coffee house. He was twitching a little as he spotted Johanna making her way very ungracefully towards him.

She pushed herself down, wincing slightly. Whatever that brute had done last night, it hadn't been gentle.

"What is it Mark?" she said roughly. "I can't hang around".

Mark's hands were fidgeting in his lap. He looked more nervous than Johanna had ever seen him.

"I saw what you did last night," he said quietly.

Johanna froze in the middle of checking her makeup. 

Oh my god! she screamed silently. He's going to tell everyone!

"I honestly never thought you'd do that to John," he said, staring at his feet. "But you were drunker than I've ever seen you too. Don't worry," he said, looking into Johanna's mortified eyes. "I won't tell anybody."

Johanna breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't been sure -- she didn't know Mark very well and didn't know if he was a decent bloke or not. Turns out he was.

"On one condition."

Or maybe not.

Mark was now rocking back and forth.

Johanna's eyes narrowed, dreading what this condition was. Money, success, friends?

"I've always been...well you know...nervous around women in the past," he began.

"Oh that's no problem!" laughed Johanna. "I can hook you up with hundreds of my friends. Some of them know how to show a man a good time!"

Mark looked surprised, but continued. "No...you misunderstand me. I want you."

Johanna dropped her mirror. "What?!"

"I've always thought you were so beautiful...I've always wanted you. But John has always been there. I didn't want to annoy him..."

Johanna laughed.

"Nice one Mark! Good joke! I almost believed you then!" she chuckled, a little too highly for her.

"I'm not joking," said Mark, and her had stopped rocking and fidgeting. He looked dead serious.

"Mark..." said Johanna desperately. "You can't be serious."

"I am perfectly serious. I won't be rough or anything like what Alex was like last night, but I want you. Just once. And I'll never bother you again."

He was serious. Johanna couldn't believe her ears. But...on the other hand...she never wanted her true love to find out what she had done. It would shatter the relationship into a million pieces. 

She shook herself. She couldn't believe she was actually considering this. It was out of the question. It was blackmail! Mark could go to jail for this!

"Come on Mark," implored Johanna. "I could hook you up with heaps of girls, all of whom would have sex with you!"

"I'm sorry," said Mark, and he seemed genuine. "I'd hate to break up a nice relationship but if I have to, I will."

There was a finality in his voice that threw Johanna. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile. He showed it to Johanna. It had John's number all ready typed in, ready to call. 

"I'll do it. I will call him right now," said Mark.

Johanna stared in horror at the phone. This couldn't be happening...

Mark's finger reached for the call button...

"NO!" she cried. The defeat was humiliating. How could she have lost control like that last night? It had caused her nothing but trouble.

Mark smiled broadly in excitement.

"Thank you. Well...when do you want to do it? I'm free now."

Johanna looked up in shock.

"Now?!" 

"Yes now. We can go back to your place if you like. I have condoms," he said, patting his pocket.

"But...what...I..." Johanna was blusting to think of a reason why they couldn't do it now. She was a respectable person. She drank tea. She wasn't some whore who sold her body!

But Mark was standing up. He knew where she lived.

"Come on," he said, taking her arm gently. 

Johanna allowed herself to be led all the way back to her apartment and through her door. She was in a state of shock.

Mark was standing there, looking at her, unsure of what to do.

Good she thought. What does he expect?

And then, suddenly, he was kissing her, full on the mouth, his tongue wriggling it's way inside.

Johanna cried out, pushing him away.

"What the hell -!!"

"This is going to happen whether you like or not Johanna!" said Mark, a little flushed at his boldness. 

She stood against the wall, silently. He moved slowly towards her.

"I don't want to hurt you. It's very simple what I want."

His hands found her hips and she felt them sliding slowly upwards over her breasts, his fingers lightly pinching her nipples through her cotton shirt and bra -- 

"No!" she cried, pushing him away and running towards the other side of the room. Suddenly, and with a gasp of agony, she felt something grab her hair and pull her down to the bed.

Mark released her and straddled her waist, pressing down on her, pinning her to the bed. 

"I said I didn't want to hurt you..." he said sorrowfully, and ripped open her button-up shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and her bra, still worn from the previous night, was exposed.

Mark grabbed them and buried his face between them.

Johanna felt tears welling up in her eyes as Mark's rough stubble scratched her soft and supple skin.

Clearly a bit ashamed of himself for hurting her, he didn't expose her breasts, though he dearly longed to see what they looked like under the lacy bra.

Instead, he reached up her black dress, feeling for her panties. He found them and pulled them quickly down over her long and shapely legs that had taunted him for so long.

Johanna didn't see his movements as acts of kindness. Resigned to the fact that she was going to be had, she balled her fists tightly and squeezed her eyes shut, reasoning that this was all happening so that John knew nothing. 

Mark was trying to make this as comfortable as possible for her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel embarrassed, so he had left her breasts untouched. He realised that this wasn't going to be comfortable for her at all if she was wet when he entered her so, rather awkwardly, he rubbed her pussy in the hopes that this would be pleasurable for her. He had always imagined doing this would elicit moans and orgasms for women, but Johanna took a sharp intake of breath, and he could tell what he was doing was hurting her. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and instead put her legs over his shoulders and put his head under her dress, his tongue searching. He made his way up the inside of her thigh, licking madly as he got closer and closer to his destination...

"Oh god no..." he heard Johanna moan. "Please...just get it over with."

Mark slowly pulled his head out from under her dress and looked at her.

Even now, with her shirt open, her makeup smeared from crying and red scratch marks where his chin had been, she look absolutely beautiful. He drank in the sight of her, and suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why was he doing this? Why was he forcing himself upon a beautiful, stunning woman like this just because he had seen an accident any drunken woman would have done? She was right. Just get it over with.

Johanna saw him open the fly of his jeans, and shut her eyes tight. She could only hear the crackling of the condom packet being opened and the sliding sound of it being rolled on. Then, silence.

She gasped.

Her dress had been thrown up, letting fresh, freezing air cool her legs. Then, she felt his dick pressing against her. She wasn't ready. But it would be over quicker this way.

She gripped the sheets tightly as Mark pressed slowly and painfully further and further into her, finally reaching the extent of his length. 

She felt breath on her face and opened her eyes. Mark was lying almost on top of her, his face inches from hers, his eyes closed in ecstasy. At least he was enjoying himself.

Johanna turned her head away as he began to move inside her, noting, but not appreciating, his gentleness. Hearing no complaint from Johanna, Mark moved faster, and faster, groaning loudly as the moment approached.

Johanna had to bite her lip hard to stop from crying out in pain. He was hurting her. No matter what he did to try and help. 

Finally, pressing himself as far in as he could get, Mark climaxed, shooting his load safely into the condom. He collapsed on top of Johanna, crushing her with his weight, sighing deeply.

Realising what he was doing, he quickly pulled out and moved off of Johanna, letting her breath. 

"Never again. I have you promise," she said, her eyes still tightly shut.

"Never again," he agreed, collecting his things and leaving.

There was one positive thing that came from all that hardship.

John never found out about his girlfriend's illicit affairs during his absence, but he returned to a pregnant Johanna.



Blackmail



Based on a picture by Millie

Pelaam September 2007. 

*

The young, attractive man frowned sullenly as the last of the flurry of camera clicks ended. He was anything but happy...or comfortable. He didn't want to be here and he certainly didn't want to be as helpless as he was. He shifted a little, trying to get some respite from the wood that dug into his naked back and shoulders. He tested the rope on his wrists. But it held fast, holding his arms up and back so his fists were parallel to his head, opening out and displaying to good advantage his smooth, well-defined chest. Another flurry of clicks and Troy really hoped this was the last. He'd done as he'd been asked; let himself be restrained, now they could wrap this all up.

"Finished?" he asked in a sarcastic growl. He stared as the photographer sauntered over, not the least fazed by Troy's angry glare. Troy had to grudgingly admit that Leighton was looking good. The older man was a couple of inches taller and broader than himself with jet-black spiked hair. He was wearing black PVC pants that displayed his lower body well and a tight white t-shirt. He belatedly realised his appraisal had been noticed.

"Like what you see?" Leighton smirked.

"I asked if we were finished," Troy said evading the question.

"Sorry, Troy," Leighton said, in tones that suggested he was anything but. "There are a few ok shots here, but nothing that I'd use for the commission. " He leered at the only item of clothing Troy wore, button-fly pants. "But I have an idea this will work." His smile became lascivious as Troy tried unsuccessfully to wriggle away from the older man as his hands undid the fly, taking numerous liberties with the barely concealed flesh. The pants now hung precariously off slender hips; treasure trail and the beginnings of his pubic hair visible.

"Much better," Leighton grinned as he repositioned his camera.

"You can't," Troy spluttered indignantly.

"Face me," Leighton replied, angling his lens.

Troy purposely looked away and then gasped in shock at the light slap to his averted cheek.

"I said 'face me'," Leighton's voice held a touch of menace.

Troy obeyed and another flurry of clicks sounded as frame after frame of his body was captured on film. Checking the number of images left, Leighton nodded and put the camera down next to one of his many bags. He sauntered over to his captive. 

Troy's eyes were transfixed; the way a bird would regard a snake. He felt a cold chill and his stomach fluttered in a mix of apprehension and anticipation. He was certain this wasn't yet over. He gave a grunt of surprise as his chin was caught in a brutal grip and his mouth possessed in a hard kiss.

"Stop that," he panted, as Leighton finally stepped back.

"I don't think so, Troy," Leighton said silkily. "I've looked forward to this all day. Me. You. Restrained. You won't resist," he added more sharply as Troy began to struggle more earnestly against his bonds. "Look," he commanded forcefully.

Troy gaped disbelievingly as Leighton displayed the contents of his bag; a spreader-bar, a leather ball-gag, a thick, black leather slave collar, a studded cock-ring and ball-harness and a generously sized, black silicon dildo. He shook his head, staring fearfully.

"Imagine being collared, ringed, gagged, spread nice and wide with this big, fat beauty in your tight, little ass. Then imagine the pictures I'll take being circulated on the net. "

"That...that's blackmail," Troy said hoarsely, his throat dry. "You can't..."

"Oh but I can and I will. If you're a good little boy and please me, the worst you'll get it is the good seeing to you deserve after teasing me so long. Always bending over, giving me 'come hither' looks, only to act like the outraged virgin if I take up the offer." Leighton's voice dropped incrementally until it was a low, feral growl.

Troy blinked. He meant it. Leighton meant it.

"I've never..." he began, only to have the gag pressed against his mouth.

"No biting, no kicking, no shouting. If I put my tongue in your mouth, I want yours in mine. I kiss you, you kiss back...get the message?" Leighton pushed the gag a little harder as he reached to start pushing down Troy's pants. He'd been hard all day thinking of this moment and he had every intention of enjoying each minute of Troy at his mercy. He smiled triumphantly as the younger man's head dropped in defeat. "Good boy," he purred.

Troy gasped as masterful fingers began to pinch and pluck at his nipples. They were always an erogenous zone for him, but like this they seemed even more sensitive and were quickly hard, needy nubs. He heard Leighton's murmur of appreciation before one was briefly enveloped in moist heat. Even as Troy began to react, the mouth was gone, torturing the other taut teat. To his shame, he felt his groin react, his lax length starting to twitch with each lick or breath of air against his aching tits. He bit back a groan. He would *not* enjoy this. Leighton's mouth covered his and the teasing tongue slid inside. Troy remained passive, until a sharp pinch to his throbbing nipple reminded him of Leighton's words. Reluctantly he pushed his tongue inside the other man's mouth. He tasted mint and coffee and an underlying flavour that was pure Leighton. He made an abortive moan as his tongue was sucked slowly, sensuously.

"Leighton, please ..." Troy began as the older man broke away as they panted for air.

Leighton devoured the words from his mouth with a fierce, bruising kiss, teeth sharp on the fullness of Troy's lower lip, hands rough as they claimed Troy's body, ranging over him, exploring every bit of flesh, finding hidden sweetness. This time, Troy did moan as Leighton's mouth left his and found his throat, kissing his collarbone, mouthing at his Adam's apple. Leighton's grin was feral as he dropped to his knees and pulled off the last item of clothing, the final barrier to Troy's full nudity and vulnerability. He licked his lips...slowly....deliberately. 

"You see," he whispered harshly. "You want this."

Troy felt the heat at his groin matched by that on his face. He was being blackmailed into giving his body and he was hard, his treacherous cock swelling at every touch of greedy hands and hungry mouth. He couldn't stop another moan as Leighton blew across his cockhead. He gave a cry and bucked helplessly as Leighton began to devour his erection. 

Leighton's eyes, dark and wild with desire, watched as Troy began to thrust instinctively.

Troy groaned as Leighton lowered his head and engulfed his cock, taking it deep within his throat, the wet heat and suction searing him. The older man's mouth moved everywhere, encompassing Troy's shaft. Swirling tongue, sucking lips and nipping teeth tortured the reluctant erection. A hand momentarily replaced mouth, pulling hard on the tender underside, tracing the pulsing vein from base to tip. Fingers tortured the swollen head, milking it, the slick fluid flowing free. The ravenous mouth returned, taking only the tip in, holding it with teeth, gnawing lightly. 

A guttural sound broke the stillness as Leighton stroked the sensitive area behind Troy's scrotum. A feather-light touch ghosted over the sac, its balls rock hard, pulled up tight. Leighton pulled back, looking with approval at the hard, red, saliva-wet shaft. He pulled a tube of lube from his pocket.

"Time to make you ready," he growled.

He stood and hooked Troy's left leg around his own hip. 

"Keep it there," he commanded. "Makes you nice and open for me," he added with a leer as he reached behind Troy. His slick finger easily found the spread cleft and quickly sought the hidden entrance. His finger slid into tight heat. "Oh yeah," he husked, pushing his finger in deep, beginning a slow out and in motion as he angled Troy to kiss him again. Leighton moved his tongue in the same motion as his finger. First one finger, then two, pressed into the tight opening. He ignored the soft sounds of protest as he worked inside his captive's body. He could feel the lube slicking and coating the hot, velvety channel, strong muscles twitching and stretching, opening for him. A little more lube and another finger slid inside Troy. Roughly, but with care not to hurt, Leighton twisted his fingers, moving them in and out, spreading them apart, loosening and relaxing tight muscles. 

The younger man moaned and whimpered with lust and began to buck and writhe, pushing back against his fingers. With a grin, Leighton searched for and found Troy's sweet spot. He swirled a fingertip around it, circling the perimeter, and then rubbed across it once, twice, a third time. Troy was straining against his restraints, his body lost in a maelstrom of sensation. 

"Good boy," Leighton rasped, as his fingers possessed the hot, tight channel. "Yeah, you want it real bad now don't you? My big dick in your tight, pretty ass." Leighton kept up the motions of his fingers as he unzipped his pants to free his own aching cock. The hard flesh surged free, dripping its need to be buried in slick heat. "Yeah," Leighton murmured. "Gonna give you what we both need." He slicked his hot length in cool gel. "Wrap your other leg around me," he husked. 

As Troy obeyed the older man, he felt his ass cheeks cupped in strong hands and spread even wider. The blunt head of Leighton's cock pressed at his opening, demanding entrance and Troy groaned as he felt it push into his body.

Leighton moaned his appreciation as the narrow sheath grasped hotly at every millimetre of his throbbing tool. He forged ahead until fully buried and then withdrew to repeat the action, again and again; shifting slightly until the wail told him his aim was true. Then he began to thrust in earnest, hard, fast, deep, claiming the restrained body for his own, submitting it to his pleasures and desires. Soon the only sounds were Leighton's guttural grunts, Troy's mindless moans and the slap of flesh on flesh. All too quickly Leighton felt his balls rise. He reached to fist at Troy's neglected cock.

"Gonna fill you," Leighton rumbled harshly. "Fill you with my come." He gave a triumphant shout as wet heat splashed between them and Troy's body shook with his release. The sheath around him contracted and clenched and with one last forceful thrust he came hard, his semen jetting deep into the still spasming channel.

Troy felt the hot juices pulse into his still shaking body. His head dropped forward and he felt completely drained. He keened softly as Leighton withdrew and shivered as the cool air hit the warm come in sticky streaks across his belly. He felt some of the older man's seed trickle down his thigh and gave a soft moan. He felt debauched and sated in ways he couldn't vocalise. He was certain that the only thing keeping him upright was the rope around his wrists. He murmured gratefully, too exhausted for anything more, as a strong arm around his waist supported his weight as his wrists were freed. He let himself be guided until he was lying on a couch and a warm washcloth was sweeping across his overheated skin, cleansing him.

"You ok, baby?" a concerned voice asked. These tones were warm and loving, nothing like the cold, hard voice of his ravisher.

"'M good," he managed.

"Not too rough?" the voice persisted. "God you were so hot like that."

Troy opened his eyes to gaze at Leighton hovering worriedly, his eyes holding a mix of love, lust and satiation. Troy gave a smile of satisfaction, then reached to pull the older man down for a slow, deep, satisfying kiss.

"I was so sure I'd hate it," Troy murmured. "But you made it good. I knew I could trust you, but the voice, the eyes... and that box of toys....I barely recognised you."

"The big, bad blackmailer," Leighton smiled, his voice hard and flat once more. "Makes the scene more realistic. You wouldn't have responded half so well if I'd used my 'normal' voice." He pulled his mate to his feet and swatted the pert rear. "Get dressed and we can go. I can develop the film at home. I'm certain the photo I took with your pants unfastened will be the one I use. You know, the agency often asks me your name, so I tell them ...mine."

Troy laughed and kissed the older man and turned to the dressing rooms.

Leighton eyed the lithe body avariciously as Troy scurried to dress. He fixated on the toy box and he licked his lips as his cock began to stir to life again. His eyes took on a predatory gleam. He would make sure this box was packed in the car and, with any luck, he'd persuade his lover to play another game.



Blackmail



I have read stories about people who have a blackmail fetish and I wanted to relate one of my own.

I am a twenty five year old woman with a good job and I own a home with my best friend Jenn. We have been friends since college and got the house together when we graduated.

Since we have been friends for a long time and went through the wild college parties together we know a lot about each other, including our sexual proclivities. Both of us have dabbled in lesbian sex and have spent time after some parties looking for our clothes.

Since we have our own place and have been intimate with each other we act very freely around the house. It is not uncommon to spend a weekend naked sunbathing in our backyard and since I am fond of being nude I don't go to great lengths to cover up when it's just us.

Until recently I did however usually wear something when we were here together and even though she is not shy around me she always has at least a wife-beater on, but that all changed when I told her about my blackmail fantasy.

We were at home one evening and over a bottle of wine we began to talk about the things we would like to do sexually.

The conversation moved around until we got to fantasies. Jenn told me about her fantasy involving her and five well hung men that got us both very aroused.

When it was my turn I told her about my fantasy where I am blackmailed into public exhibitionism. I explained how I have never had the guts to truly live out my fantasies of being naked in public and how hot it makes me to know I am being forced to do these things.

Opening another bottle of wine she said she could help me live out these fantasies and we should start right now.

Fueled by the wine and our state of arousal I agreed and she left the room. When she came back she had her digital camera and I posed for some pictures, then she suggested I take my clothes off.

Reading my hesitation she said she had seen me naked before and I might as well get used to being naked around her here at the house, so I stripped.

Once I was naked I posed for some more pictures and we moved to the living room for some more wine and a movie. Sitting naked on the couch next to my clothed roommate I felt more naked than I had before but more aroused as well.

During the next few hours she outlined her plan to have me carry out several "challenges" that involved me getting naked in ever more public situations. I could not believe how aroused I had become and how wet my pussy was.

Jenn then told me I should masturbate, right here in front of her, and unconsciously my fingers started playing with my clit. I just went with the feeling and turned sideways on the couch spreading my legs and inserting two fingers deep into my sopping wet hole. She watched intently as I worked feverishly on my impending orgasm.

With one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor I was ramming four fingers in and out of my pussy, all the while working my clit with my right hand. I felt the waves of orgasmic pleasure wash over me and I rocked through the powerful spasms of my ecstasy.

When I opened my eyes I noticed she was staring at my naked body and had one hand in her panties working her clit almost as hard as I had just done. 

She noticed me watching her and crawled down the couch, between my legs and placed her fingers at my lips. I could smell her sex and greedily sucked her fingers into my mouth.

"That was hot" she exclaimed as she watched me suck her juices off her fingers and with her other hand she inserted two fingers into my quivering pussy. "Your so wet" she said, surprised at how turned on I was, she told me this is how I will be when I complete my little "challenges". 

The next day was Sunday and when I walked into the kitchen still nude I found Jenn already dressed in a short pair of shorts and a tight summer top. 

Smiling at me she told me how she could hardly sleep thinking about making me do things in public and she wanted to start right now. Surprised, I stared at her as she told me she had printed the pictures of my masturbation and put them in an envelope ready to mail to my boss if I didn't do what she told me to.

Waving the sealed envelope in my face she told me to come on, and she dragged me, still naked to the garage where her car was parked. I got in on the passenger side as she backed us out into the morning sunshine and headed toward town.

On the drive she told me to sit up straight and that I should play with myself to get fired up before she has me complete my first challenge. 

There was not very much traffic on a Sunday and I found it easier to start rubbing my pussy knowing we were mostly alone on the road.

We first pulled into a small strip shopping center and she told me she had to mail some bills. 

Parking across the parking lot from the mail boxes she handed me her mail and told me to go put them in the box. I looked around and seeing very few cars in the lot I got out and started walking briskly toward the mail boxes.

About halfway across the parking lot a car pulled in and drove straight to the mail boxes, I froze and when they noticed me they stared with puzzled looks on their faces. I straightened up and walked deliberately around the car and put the mail in the box. Turning to face the couple in the car I told them I had to mail some bills and I walked back to where Jenn was waiting. Jumping in the car I squealed with excitement and Jenn looked just as excited as I told her about my encounter with the couple in the car.

I was so wet and aroused I thought I would orgasm any minute. Jenn reached over and pinched one of my hard nipples and told me we were not done yet.

Our next stop was a drive through; Jenn had me sit next to her with my legs spread and my fingers buried in my pussy as we got our breakfast.

The young attendant was shocked when he noticed how I was masturbating in his drive through. We drove off giggling and headed for what Jenn had told me would be my toughest challenge of the day.

On the way she told me how the mail I had mailed this morning contained the pictures of me from the night before and I had better do exactly what she said from now on if I didn't want them to end up in my boss's hands.

Mortified, I asked her where she had sent them. She informed me I was not to concern myself with where they were going but I should be ready to do exactly what she was about to tell me to do.

Pulling up to a beach shop she told me we were going to buy a bikini. I thought that after what I had done this morning this would be easy. The shop was almost empty as we entered.

Being naked the clerk noticed right away and he could not stop staring as he showed us to the bikinis. Jenn told him we wanted to see the really sexy stuff and took us to the back of the store. 

We looked at some small thongs before she found an impossibly small, sheer, G-string bikini. Turning to me she told me to put it on, and while the clerk watched I stepped into the tiny suit.

Jenn started taking pictures as I got into the bottom, having to adjust my pussy lips to get the suit to cover me. The camera flashed again when I had the top on, if you could call it a top, it barely covered my nipples. I don't know why I had the bikini on, it didn't cover me and it was see-thru anyway so I didn't see the point when Jenn told me to take it off and let the clerk ring it up.

While he was ringing up the suit Jenn chose a very short, tight tank top for me, it was also sheer like the bikini and when I tried it on I could see my breasts through the thin material.

I had to take the top off for the clerk as we paid and left the store.

Once in the car I asked her how that was supposed to be the toughest challenge of today and she explained that it was not even a challenge but I would soon have to carry out her orders and fulfill the tough one.

Pulling into a busy grocery store parking lot she parked as far away from the entrance as possible.

She made me put the tank top on and the bikini bottom pulling the string deep into my pussy. I felt more naked this way than when I was completely naked. I was given a shopping list and some money and told to go get the things on the list.

As I started toward the store I heard the car drive off and turned to see Jenn leaving. My heart raced as I stood in the parking lot nearly naked and all on display, contemplating what to do. I decided that she would not leave me here and I should complete my challenge. 

Walking into the store every head turned to watch as I started shopping. Looking at my list I could not believe what I was to buy. I took a small hand basket and started shopping.

Cucumbers, Vaseline, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup, quite a recipe for pleasure and I know all the stock boys walking around me knew what I was going to do with my groceries.

The older lady at the check out stand gave me a dirty look as I paid for my items and walked out into the parking lot. I walked to where Jenn had left me and waited until she pulled up.

I started to get in the car when she stopped me and told me to remove what little I had on. Not too many people around so, I got naked once again then she told me to get on the hood. I sat on the steaming hot hood and she told me to spread my legs. Lifting my feet up on the hood I spread my legs as she stood between them.

Opening a frozen Popsicle she must have bought while I was shopping she told me to start pouring the chocolate syrup over my breasts. Doing as I had been told I covered my naked tits with the gooey brown syrup.

Next she took the Popsicle and inserted it into my pussy eliciting a gasp from me. She then told me I would have to stay on the hood just like I was until the Popsicle had melted completely, then I could get in the car but I was not to make a mess with my syrup covered tits.

After about thirty minutes she said I could get in the car just as a small crowd was starting to gather. When I was in the car she told me to use the cucumber to masturbate while she drove us home.

Once in the driveway she ordered me to lie on the grass and finish masturbating with the cucumber. She was filming and told me we were not going inside until I had an orgasm.

Needless to say I worked the cucumber furiously and the whole scene combined to send me over the edge.

The orgasm I had was tremendous, the sexual arousal of the day combined with what I was doing on my front lawn had me screaming.

Later that night sitting nude on the couch we watched the video and I came again watching my depraved act on the lawn, I wasn't even aware I was capable of a squirting orgasm.

I came one more time watching the whole scene and I noticed Jenn was grinning wildly as she worked her pussy with her fingers inside her panties, undoubtedly thinking of new ways to humiliate me in public!



Blackmail and Deceit



Mike was forty-three, and his life had just recently got somewhat complicated. He worked for the goods inwards department of a very large company and owned a very small one. The small company consisted of a one room rented office and appeared to sell engineering spare parts to the large one. Except, of course, that it didn't, because it was his little scam.

In his position it was very easy to submit fake orders and delivery notes to the accounts section and then follow them up by posting in a corresponding invoice purporting to come from his little company. Accounts checked that the order matched the delivery note, and that they both matched the invoice, and then they paid it. The money went into his company's bank account, and he took it out again, it was as simple as that.

Of course, he had to be a little bit careful. In the time that he'd been doing this he'd slowly amassed about three hundred and twenty thousand, but he daren't live the high life and go on a spending spree, or even put it in the bank, because it would kind of give the game away. Instead he'd squirreled it away in cash at home, and it was intended to let him retire more comfortably, with or without Sonia, his increasingly waspish wife. Or at least, that was the idea. He figured that about half a million or so would do it. Then a phone call came out of the blue and it all started to unravel.

"How do you think your bosses would react?" A male voice said. "If someone suggested to them that they ought to check on a certain small parts supplier that they think they deal with?"

It took Mike a moment or two to understand what the voice was on about, but then he did and he felt the blood drain from his face.

"Pardon?" It was an answer intended to give him a chance to think.

"You know what I mean."

"And if I do?" Here comes the squeeze, he thought.

"Then I think you can guess what is coming next, don't you?"

"All right." Mike resigned himself to losing some of his nest egg, but not too much. After all, the man couldn't know exactly how much there was. Nobody knew that, even his wife didn't know. In fact she didn't know about his scam at all, and that was how he wanted to keep it. "How much do you want?"

"Oh, I don't want money." There was a nasty chuckle behind the words.

"What then?" Mike had no idea what else he might want.

"I want to fuck your wife."

"Don't be stupid." The words were out before he'd thought about the possible reaction.

"You mean, don't be stupid as in defrauding your employers? Shall we see how stupid they think you are?"

"No, please don't. But I can't just give you my wife, I can't simply tell her to go to bed with someone, she'll never do it." But he was already desperately trying to think of a way of persuading her. 

"Yes you can, and here's what we're going to do." The voice became business like. "I'm going to ring you again next Friday. That'll give you a full week to get her to agree, or for you to tie her up or something, I don't care which. Then we'll arrange for me to come around to yours and fuck the arse off of her. I want at least a couple of hours with her, and I want you to be watching."

"I don't want to watch." He burst out; unconsciously admitting that he would try and arrange what was wanted.

"But I want you to. Because if you're where I can see you, then I know you won't be trying anything silly, don't I? And, obviously, if you go to the cops, then your scam will come out anyway, won't it? One week, and then I'll ring you."

The phone went dead and Mike stood staring at it, shaking like a leaf. He was between a rock and a hard place, and knew it. He either had to convince Sonia to commit adultery with him watching, or he would go to jail. In theory it was not exactly a difficult choice, jail could do without him.

He slumped into a chair to think about it, and slowly the possibility of a way out emerged, or he thought it did.

A couple of years ago, when their sex life was still a living breathing entity instead of the perfunctory lips service affair that it had recently become, he had once asked her if she had ever fancied sex with another man. They'd made a sort of fantasy about it, a role play, in which he had been that someone else, a burglar, a bent copper, a plumber, or anyone else they could think of. It had never been intended to happen for real as far as she was concerned, and when he dropped a couple of hints that it would turn him on to see her with another man she had consistently vetoed the idea, even though he thought he could see a glimmer of interest behind her objections. He would try and resurrect that game, and see if he could do any better this time.

The problem was that he simply dare not make the first step in convincing her to play away for him. The only alternative he could see would be to come clean and see if she might go along with it just to keep him from prosecution. But that would mean her finding out about his fraud and his money, and the consequences of any of that were by no means certain. He was frightened of the situation and it was not until Thursday night that he finally plucked up the courage to try, and promptly wondered why he's been worried in the first place.

In bed she seemed unusually receptive to his advances, rolling submissively onto her back to let him kiss her breasts and stroke her belly, even to the point of parting her legs before his fingers reached anywhere near her pussy. He was pleasantly surprised, this was more the woman he had married and who he had shared many a passionate and adventurous hour with in the early days of their relationship. His forlorn hope became a vague sense of optimism, and he cautiously took the first step in his plan.

"Would you like it to be a different man doing this?" He asked her quietly as his ran his fingertips along the length of her slit.

Her eyes popped wide open in evident surprise at his renewed use of their old fantasy opener. He held his breath, wondering if she would pick up the bait.

"Mmm, you know I would." That was her standard scripted reply - the game was possibly on. "Would you let somebody else do it?"

"Yes, if I can watch." God, that was easier than he had expected.

"Oooh, I'd like that. Who can I have?"

"Who would you like?" So far, so good.

"Anybody you want. You know a slut like me will let herself get fucked by anyone you choose. Who would you like to have me?"

The old script now required Mike to pick a phantom partner for her, a partner who he would then pretend to become for the session. But this time he needed to take it further and steer it along slightly different lines. 

"How about I'm a blackmailer?"

"A blackmailer?"

"Yes, I'm a blackmailer who has something on you and your husband and wants you to pay him off. But you don't have the money, so I say I'll take it out of your body?"

"Oooh yes! Do you want a lot of money?"

Mike was exploring his wife's pussy, finding to his surprised delight that she was already wet and slippery. Maybe this was all their sex life needed, to return to their old fantasies.

"Yes, lots and lots. Far too much for you to pay."

"And you want to take it all out on my body?" Sonia was wriggling and grunting as he touched her. "So will you need to collect it in instalments then?"

"Maybe. Depends how much you can please me this time?"

"How do you want me to please you?" She whispered the words over her arousal. "Are you a kinky blackmailer?"

"Yes, but not too kinky to start with." Mike's cock was getting into the act, the fantasy taking hold. "So you can start easy, just by sucking me off."

Sonia shuffled down the bed and her mouth closed around the head of his cock in his first blowjob of the year. He was almost ready to thank the voice on the phone for triggering the whole thing off, but thinking about him had the effect of softening his erection.

"Aren't I pleasing you, Mr Blackmailer?" Sonia asked, gazing plaintively up at him. "Please don't tell on me, I'll do anything you want."

He suddenly realised that she really would do anything he wanted. While in her fantasy persona she always used to be more adventurous than normal. It was her way of indulging her desires while placing any guilt on his shoulders.

"Of course you will. Because if you don't I'll grass you up, unless you want to pay me in cash?" He kept her to the scenario, wanting to take advantage of her mood.

"I've no money, so you'll just have to do what you want to me."

"All right. Kneel down and let me fuck you from behind."

"Oh, do I have to?" Sonia acted her fantasy reluctance out, turning around to kneel on all fours even as she said it.

"Yes, you have to do anything I tell you." Mike reinforced her obedience as he moved in behind her, his cock regaining its hardness.

"What about my husband? Are you making him watch?"

For a moment Mike was confused by the question, unused to hearing himself referred to in the third person. But then the thought that next week he might well be the one watching as someone else made her kneel for him, reawakened his old desires. He shivered slightly at the thought, his rigid erection becoming purple headed with need.

"Yes, he's sitting in the chair beside the door, seeing everything that I do to you." He kept to his fantasy persona.

"Oooh, I want him to watch me get fucked and not be able to stop me." Her voice was thick with her own arousal. "Have you tied him up so that he can't stop watching?"

"Yes. He's tied to the chair, but he wants to watch anyway." Mike ran the tip of his cock down his wife's cleft, pausing briefly at her anus as if thinking of fucking her puckered rear entrance.

"Yes, he would do the dirty bastard. But I don't want you to do it there."

Very rarely would Sonia invite him to fuck her arse, and not at all in the past year, but Mike still fancied that tight warm and kinky alternative. He shrugged his shoulders and slid it lower, finding her vagina and pushing the head inside.

"There you are, you're being fucked by a criminal now." He had chosen the words deliberately, for they were true - in or out of the fantasy.

"Lovely, now fuck me hard. I want a criminal's spunk in me."

Mike began thrusting into her, holding onto her hips as she pushed back at him, both of them emitting tiny gasps with each stroke. Their fantasy was having its familiar effect, especially on Mike who was almost looking forward to seeing her serviced by the stranger, regardless of the reason behind it. Perhaps, he thought as he slammed into her, the force of his thrust making her ample bottom wobble, perhaps he would be like other blackmailers he'd read of, and not be satisfied. Perhaps he'd keep coming back for more and want to fuck her every Saturday. Mike could feel his balls begin to tighten.

They both came at the same time, Mike pumping spurt after powerful spurt into her as she yelled out and rammed herself backwards in an effort to take him deeper. It was longer than usual and far more intense, the best climax either of them had enjoyed since their early days together. Mike held her to him afterwards, keeping his cock buried inside her while he tried to regain control of his breathing and stop his heart from beating a way out through his ribcage. She knelt before him, her head hanging and her back heaving as she gasped for breath and showed no sign of wanting to break their wonderful contact. It had been fantastic for both of them and now he was feeling guilty about what he had to say, sorry that he had landed his revitalized wife in such a position. But eventually, his softening cock still embedded inside her, he made his play.

"God, but pretending you're doing it with somebody else is a hell of a turn on, isn't it?"

"Hell, yes." Sonia paused, trying to get enough breath to say more. "It must be fucking fantastic to really get fucked with your husband having to watch."

Mike couldn't believe his ears. She had just voluntarily given him the chance that he had been struggling to find. It was almost too good to be true, but he wasn't about to waste it.

"How would you like to find out?" He asked her, speaking very softly and obviously seriously.

"Do you mean it?" She asked, looking up over her shoulder in sudden interest. "But you'd never let me, would you?" 

He could hear in her voice that she wanted the answer to be yes. How things had changed since the last time he'd broached the subject. He didn't know why, but then, why should he care. It couldn't have been more opportune if it tried.

"I might." He answered with a smile, feeling his cock finally slip from her sopping hole. "If you ask properly."

"And how do I do that?" Sonia's voice sounded suddenly eager.

"Lick my cock clean." He hadn't intended to say that, but somehow he couldn't help pushing his luck to ask for something else she'd always refused him before.

She turned around immediately to give his cock and scrotum a thorough licking, her tongue vacuuming up the last drops of his cum mixed with her nectar before she knelt before him like a dog awaiting its master's approval.

"Now can you make my blackmailer real, please?" She implored him, almost begging. "I want you to see me with someone else's cock up me."

"I'll see what I can do." 

He was grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help it. Here was one of his longest held fantasies about to come true and all because some joker thought it would be a good form of sexual extortion, and he wouldn't even have to stop fiddling the firm. No doubt the idiot would think that he was humiliating him by fucking his wife. If only he knew. The only thing that really bothered Mike now was how the caller had found out about his fraud, because if he could do it, so could others. 

The man phoned back just as he said he would, and Mike explained to him the subterfuge he had come up with in order to make it happen, at the same time trying to sound angry at his wife's proposed adultery. 

"Right, now I can't pretend I'm happy about this, but she'll do as you want if you pretend to be just the sort of blackmailing cunt that you actually are. She thinks you'll pretend to ask for money and when we say we haven't got any, you'll opt for her body, ok? But she doesn't, and mustn't, know that it's not a role play game, ok?"

There was a silence on the phone and for a moment he thought that the bastard wasn't going to play along. 

"Come again?"

He went through it in more detail and then the man eventually saw that it was the only way and he agreed to pretend to be a phoney version of what, in fact, he really was. In fact, once the proposal had sunk in, he seemed oddly amused by the whole idea. A time was agreed for the following evening and Mike felt happier than he had since the phone had first rung a week before.

During the Saturday daytime both Mike and Sonia had little to say to each other, preoccupied by what they had planned for the evening, each thinking along different lines with one knowing what was to happen and the other thinking they did.

Eventually, immediately after tea, Sonia vanished upstairs, telling Mike that she needed some time on her own to get her head straight for the evening and anyway wanted to get dressed appropriately for her sexy session. He could hear her moving about for a while, opening and closing drawers and cupboards, presumably searching out just the right outfit for the occasion. He left her in peace, just happy that she had agreed to go along with the idea and not wanting to give her any excuse to pull out.

When she came down she was wearing her sexiest quarter-cup bra under a see-through blouse, a very short skirt and stockings. Mike looked at her curiously, wondering if she had not gone a little over the top, but accepting her explanation that any would be blackmailer would be more likely to accept available sex instead of unavailable money if the sex was presented in the most alluring manner. It was, he remembered, only a game as far as Sonia was concerned, and dressing up was simply a part of it.

At exactly the agreed time the doorbell rang and Mike, with butterflies suddenly taking wing in his stomach, went to answer it. The man who stood there looked vaguely familiar, although Mike couldn't quite figure out where from. He also had a knowing smirk on his face, one that Mike was instantly tempted to wipe off. But then, he was also a few years younger, a few inches taller and a few pounds lighter, or in other words fitter and stronger, and not someone Mike particularly wanted to tackle.

"How's your wife, ready and willing I hope?" The voice was the same as on the phone, the same bantering confident tone.

"Yes, you bastard, we've not got a lot of choice, have we?"

He led the way back into the lounge, trying hard to place the man but not quite succeeding. There was something about him, something he ought to recognise but could not, but then the man must have come across him somewhere or he wouldn't have known about his scam.

"How did you find out what I was doing?" Mike asked with little hope of a reply. He was not disappointed.

He stopped at the door to the lounge and turned. "Now you know what we arranged, and this is a first and last time. There'll be no more."

In fact Mike wouldn't have objected more, but he felt he ought to play it as unwilling as he dare in order to give the right impression.

"Oh, don't worry. This is the last time you'll see me, I promise." Once again there was this knowing sneer in the man's voice.

"This gentleman." He announced to Sonia, putting a heavy emphasis on the word 'gentleman'. "Wants me to pay him for that secret he's found out."

"Does he?" She asked, playing the innocent. "Oh dear. Can't you pay him?"

"No dear, I'm afraid I can't." Mike hammed it up. "Can you?"

"I've no money either, dear." She turned to the blackmailer, batting her eyelids seductively. "Is there any other way we can pay you?"

"Well..." The man pretended to think. "An hour two in bed with you might cover it. If you're really good at it."

"Ooh, I am, I am." Sonia assured him girlishly, uncrossing and crossing her legs as if auditioning for Basic Instinct and earning herself a sour look form Mike.

"You're saying." Mike carried on the pretence with mock outrage. "That you'll forget what you know if I let you shag my wife?"

"Yes, if she's as good as she says."

Mike turned to Sonia, pretending defeat. "Then you better pay the man."

Sonia smiled and stood, shaking her plump booty all the way to the stairs and then crooking her finger at her new sex partner. "Come on then, lover boy, let's go settle that bill."

The man ushered Mike in front of him as if to say that he should stay where he could be seen, and the pair followed Sonia's swaying behind up to the bedroom. Mike was sick of the silly play acting that he had had to go through, and promised himself a word or two with his wife for over doing the seductive bit. But at least now things would get started and he could enjoy his wife being fucked and get this arsehole off his back.

When they reached the bedroom it was the stranger who immediately took over.

"Right, now I think we should all get undressed. And I think you two should be first, don't you?" He instructed them.

"I'm not joining in." Mike reminded him.

"No, but if you think I'm stupid enough to go around buck naked with you still fully dressed, forget it." The voice was suddenly cold and menacing. "Now get your fucking kit off and do as you're told, before you get hurt."

It was the first time that the man had shown either anger or aggression and Mike was shaken the cold certainty of it. He slammed his mouth shut and quickly stripped, watching his wife do the same.

"Now sit on that chair." An arrogant hand pointed to a bedroom chair at the side of the room. Mike obeyed without hesitation this time.




Blackmail and Deceit



The man reached into his jacket pocket and threw something to Sonia. "Here, cuff him to the chair."

"But..." Mike began to object, but thought better of it.

Sonia made no attempt to hide herself from either of them as she wandered across with the handcuffs that she had been given, letting both men ogle her shapely body. Then, as she bent to handcuff his writs securely to the chair behind his back, she whispered.

"Don't worry darling, it's only make-believe and I'm going to like it really."

"Yes, sweetheart." He told her resignedly. "It's all a game. Now you enjoy yourself."

"I'm going to." She giggled and scampered back to the bed, ready for the fantastic illicit sex that she was expecting.

Mike watched her go, thinking that if she only knew how serious it actually was she wouldn't be giggling quite so much. But then she probably wouldn't be doing it either.

The man had undressed while Mike was being cuffed and was kneeling on the bed, waiting for Sonia and holding his erection as if offering it to her.

"Now, lie down in front of me please, and don't even think of arguing." There was an arrogance in the man's voice, the sound of a man for whom all things were falling into place.

"I'm not going to argue, I promise I'll do everything you say." Sonia lay before him, side on to Mike, her legs wide and knees raised, open and willing.

Mike watched as the blackmailer lined his cock up with Sonia's entrance and then moved forward until the tip was just touching her. He shivered slightly, glancing down at his own cock as it stirred in his lap. Even in such circumstances the sight of his wife about to be impaled on another man's cock was a turn on. He wasn't sure if he should be ashamed of his growing erection, but there was nothing he could do to hide it.

He was surprised how easily the man's cock slid home, sinking into Sonia in one long smooth thrust so that his pubes were pressed against hers and his cock hidden from Mike's view. For a moment or two the man waited like that, accustoming himself to being inside Sonia in full view of her husband. Then he turned his head towards Mike and smiled a smile of pure triumph, rubbing his nose in it as he proudly displayed his possession of Sonia.

Sonia's head was turned away from Mike as if hiding her face from him, and he wondered if she was also ashamed of what she was doing, or was she hiding her pleasure at being fucked by a stranger. He thought the latter; it was, after all, something she had requested so conveniently.

Still looking at Mike the man drew back and then thrust forward, a steady push that sank his cock into her as far as it would go, before pulling back once more. Several times he did this, never taking his eyes from Mike, his gaze flicking from his face to stare disdainfully at Mike's useless erection, knowing that Mike was taking pleasure in what he was seeing and silently deriding him for it. Mike felt his cheeks flame, but the more the man embarrassed him, the more aroused he became as if humiliation was feeding his desire. 

Soon, with a contemptuous curl of his lips, the blackmailer turned his attention from Mike to Sonia, who was giving a tiny gasp of pleasure as each thrust rammed home. He gripped her shoulders more tightly and began to fuck her properly, ramming into her harder and faster, letting Mike see his shaft, shining with Sonia's juices, as it plunged in and then withdrew.

Mike watched, half excited and half disgusted, as his wife was so thoroughly fucked by a criminal who had blackmailed his way into their bed. Sonia's pleasure sounds were getting louder, and Mike wondered how their life would be after this episode. Would she want to do it again, would the man extend his extortion and want more, or would this one time be the end of it. He had, after all, assured Mike that after tonight he would never see him again, and Mike wasn't sure if he meant it or not - or even if he wanted the man to mean it or not. Maybe this could be the beginning of a marital sex life that involved others. Mike's cock strained unsuccessfully to become harder and longer, the sensations within it so intense that he wondered if he might come without it being touched at all.

Meanwhile Sonia was beginning to show signs that she was almost ready to orgasm, her hips were wriggling slightly from side to side, and her noises were getting louder and more urgent. Sonia was ever the noisy lover and could never disguise an orgasm, whoever it was induced. Mike watched, enthralled by his wife's movements, stimulated almost beyond endurance by watching her hands scrabbling at her partner's back and listening to her sex sounds. She, at least was getting pleasure from what was happening.

"Harder, fuck me harder." Sonia's urgent requests revealed just how close she was.

The man was fucking her as hard as he could, his brow shiny with sweat as he panted with effort, but that still wasn't enough. Mike wondered where this sexy woman had been hiding for the past year or more, and hoped vaguely that her newly rediscovered passion would hold over into their own bedtimes.

"Come on, harder." Sonia was nearly shouting. "Harder, fuck me harder Eddie, for god's sake."

There was a moment in which nothing registered for Mike, and then suddenly his eyes shot wide as he realised what she had said and as he wondered how she knew his name. She must have met him before. And then Mike knew where, and he knew who the man was. Eddie was a night security guard at the factory, a guard whose shift began as Mike's ended. He didn't know him, but he'd seen him coming in as he was going home. It was the lack of a uniform that had thrown him. That must have been how he had found him out, and that was how he knew that Sonia was attractive enough to be worth fucking. But wait. If Sonia knew who the blackmailing bastard was, why had she not said so when he had arrived that evening? On the bed neither of them seemed to have noticed her verbal slip up. 'Eddie' was still pounding himself into her pussy and she was getting closer and closer to her climax. Mike watched, unable to move because of the cuffs or even to take his eyes off of the couple, still fascinated and aroused by the spectacle, but now also using the moment to gather his thoughts and to begin to understand what was happening.

If she knew him well enough to use his first name, presumably he knew her. And in that case what was all this about? She was clearly more than willing to fuck him, so why didn't they just fuck behind his back and be done with. 

But then another thought struck him. If Eddie knew about his fiddle, then it was a good bet that Sonia did too - unless she was the one who told him. She must have had a hand in setting this whole thing up, although that didn't make sense. His thoughts were going around in circles and his head was in a whirl, but it was becoming clear that, for whatever reason, he had been set up by his own wife and this security man, and in his lap his erection began to subside.

Sonia came like the proverbial express train, shouting out loud unintelligible cries of ecstasy each time his cock slammed into her and thrusting up with her pelvis to meet him. It was an intense and powerful orgasm, stronger than any Mike could remember her sharing with him over recent months, and he felt a cold anger start to burn inside him. He was willing to bet that Eddie had fucked her before, perhaps regularly, perhaps as her long term lover, and he obviously knew how to make her come.

"Kneel down." Eddie instructed her as her climax subsided, still playing the part and not knowing that they had been rumbled. "On your hands and knees in front of me."

Sonia rolled over and scrambled onto all fours, presenting her bottom to her lover and her side view to her husband.

Not sure what to do, Mike decided to see how things played out before letting on what he'd figured out. He watched her get ready to receive Eddie's cock once again, while he tried to figure out their motive. All he could think of was that they were after money, the money he had swindled, and that this sex charade was just put on to humiliate him. He wasn't humiliated, he was infuriated, but he couldn't do anything with handcuffs on and so he would bide his time.

"You can do it in my bottom if you want." She offered Eddie that which she had refused her husband only the day before as she still played the game. "You can do anything that will stop you reporting us."

"You know?" Eddie told her, turning to leer at Mike once again. "I think I will, I like in bit at the back door now and again."

He lined his cock up with her bottom, the tip nestling between her cheeks.

"Don't hurt me, will you." Sonia pretended to plead. "I've never done this before."

No, Mike thought, not since the last time you both met.

"Don't worry, you're slippery enough." 

Eddie leaned on his cock at Sonia's anus, pushing it against her sphincter. Suddenly Sonia gasped and shuddered a little as her muscle finally surrendered with a jolt and admitted him. For few seconds both of them remained still as he waited for her to accommodate him, and then he pushed home, sliding his cock full depth into her passage. Sonia whimpered softly, whether from pain or pleasure Mike wasn't sure, if indeed it was a genuine whimper. He couldn't be sure of anything any more.

Again there was a slight pause before he started to move, thrusting into her deeply, slowly at first but then faster and more violently until he was fucking her arse as hard as he had fucked her pussy. Sonia was kneeling with her head hanging, her breasts swinging beneath her and her behind rippling each time Eddie drove into her, her hands stretched out in front of her to press back against Eddie's thrusts. Only a short time before Mike would have found the sight, and the sounds of Eddie's belly slapping against her behind, very exciting. But now he just found it repellent, a show put on for the sucker -- him.

Even so, both Eddie and Sonia were taking enjoyment from their actions, Sonia was groaning with pleasure, her eyes firmly closed and her mouth half open, while Eddie, his face contorted with effort, had his head thrown back and his hands gripping fiercely at her hips. It was clear that both would soon climax.

It was Eddie who came first, his thrusts became more and more ferocious until, with a long drawn out, animal like groan, her pushed himself hard into her and held himself there, his pelvis jerking as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her rectum. Sonia's climax came as his peaked, presumably triggered by the feel of his cream shooting into her back passage, and she cried out once more, pushing back at him and grabbing at the bedclothes before her, her eyes now screwed tight shut and her face contorted by her orgasm. Mike watched unmoved, his cock just a flaccid piece of flesh between his legs.

"God, that was good." Sonia announced breathlessly when it was over and her eyes finally opened.

"Was it?" Mike asked coldly. "And was it good for you - Eddie?" He put a heavy emphasis on the name to let the man know he was discovered.

"What?" Eddie replied, his chest heaving, surprised that Mike used his name.

"You are Eddie, aren't you? Because that's what my wife called you."

Both looked shocked and then Eddie clambered from the bed, looked at Sonia and shrugged as if to say 'so you tell him'.

"What you've just watched." Sonia began, sitting down and folding her legs under her. "Is what Eddie and I have been doing for the past year, while you've been ripping your firm off. And it's what we intend to be doing every day from now on."

She looked at Mike's apparently mystified face and confirmed what he had already worked out. "Oh yes. We've been lovers for nearly a year, and you didn't even notice. Not that it would have bothered you, I don't suppose. I mean, you were happy enough for me to get fucked to dig you out of a hole, or so you thought, and to get a thrill from it."

She paused, leaned around and kissed Eddie full on the lips. "Now we are going to start a new life together, away from a man who is prepared to pimp his wife without her knowledge just to save his own skin. You, as Daffy Duck would say, are despicable. But we just thought you ought to see us fuck before we go, just so you know how good we are together. And you didn't mind, did you darling, you can't complain, after all it is your turn on."

Eddie hadn't spoken since the truth began to be told, but now he joined in, while Sonia quickly got dressed. 

"And you are going to fund our new start, isn't he my sweet? You see, when Sonia discovered what you were up to she asked me to check up at the firm's end, and when we discovered the sort of money you were making, we thought we'd like it for ourselves. So the blackmail, as you called it, really was for money. The shag was just to rub your nose in it, just to let you know what she could be like with a real man."

Mike sat helplessly seething with anger as Sonia pulled back a wardrobe door to reveal two suitcases stacked inside, packed in the afternoon while she was upstairs 'getting her head straight'. She pulled then out and went back, pulling away at the floor of the closet. Mike knew what was there. It was one of his hiding places for cash, and obviously Sonia knew about it. He just hoped to god that she didn't know about the rest. She pulled bundle after bundle of notes from the space beneath the floor and tossed them into a holdall.

Eddie was pulling on his shirt, but he looked out through the top to ask. "How much?"

"I reckon about a hundred and forty thousand, give or take. Not bad for an evenings work, and it took him a lot longer than that to get it." Sonia nodded towards Mike and zipped up the bag as he tried to hide his relief that she found only one of his stashes.

The pair checked that everything was packed away and then Eddie dropped the keys to the handcuffs on the floor on the opposite side of the bedroom to Mike.

"All yours, but by the time you've got it and got free we'll be long gone. And you can hardly call the police, can you? How would you explain the money?" He leered at Mike unpleasantly. "Just consider it my fee for taking Sonia off your hands. She won't contest a divorce."

Mike said nothing, he just watched coldly as Sonia turned at the door to blow him a scornful kiss. They'd got a hundred and forty grand to disappear with, but he'd got nearer two hundred grand to find them again, and when he did -- well, then they wouldn't have any use for the money any more and a divorce wouldn't be needed. He shuffled the chair around the bed to get free and begin the hunt.



Blackmail and Humiliation



I look at the clock. It's 8 p.m. It's a Thursday night and I'm still at the office. My report is due Friday and I've got at least 2 hours left on it. My whole team has gone home, and my interest in working for another two hours is waning. It's been a long hard week.

My stomach starts to rumble. Good idea, I'll get some food. It may motivate me to get this crappy report finished.

I do a lap around the floor and find only one person left, Amy.

"Hey Amy, I'm getting some dinner. Do you want anything?" I ask.

"No, I'll be out of here soon, but thanks for the offer," she replies in her usual friendly way.

I head out and grab a chicken wrap for dinner, something that doesn't make my health conscience cringe. The break has done me some good and gets my mind back on the report at hand. I have a few new ideas, and I feel for the first time that I may even get the report finished tonight.

I get back to my desk, and find sitting on my keyboard is a pair of silky white lace panties and matching bra. 

What's going on? I look around. No one to be seen. Could it be Amy's underwear? Is she trying to come onto me?

I pick up the panties and feel their texture, they feel like they are good quality, quite expensive. I'm confused, this is very strange.

I hear a noise to my left and turn my head. Amy takes a photo of me. I realize it must be her underwear in my hands.

"What's going on Amy?" I ask, "You trying to entice me?"

"Funny, Stu... read your email," she replies rather abruptly, and heads off to her desk on the other side of the floor.

I go into my inbox. There's about 5 emails from Amy. I open the first email. It's a reply to a note that I sent her! I didn't send her a note? This is strange! I open the most recent note and scroll to the bottom.

The first note (apparently from me) says:

I'm going out for some food. We're the only ones in the office, and I'm up for it. I'd like your underwear on my desk by the time I return.

Amy's reply:

Not sure what you're up for, or what sort of girl you think I am, but you're dreaming.

The second note (that apparently came from me):

Well, I didn't want to force the issue. But I will. Underwear on my desk, and you ready for it when I return, or life will get very difficult for you.

Amy's reply

I don't report to you, and I'm not your flusey. Fuck off.

Third note (apparently from me)

Maybe you don't report to me. But if you want to continue along you current fast track career path, you know what needs to be done.

Amy's reply

Fuck off.

Fourth note (again apparently from me)

You know what needs to be done.

Amy's reply:

Fuck off!!!!

I've got a sinking feeling in my stomach, this doesn't look good. I am being made to look like a sexual predator.

Someone is trying to set me up here. I have a few office enemies, but they wouldn't resort to this. Would they? I'll have to go over to Amy and explain the issue. 

I get up. Just a minute. The emails were sent after I left the office. Amy knew I was out of the office. She is trying to set me up. That little trollop. 

I head over to Amy's desk. 

Amy is a workaholic. She's been in the company for 4 years, coming in straight from university. I was actually one of the people that interviewed her. She is anintelligent girl, and very eager to progress quickly, almost too quickly. She is a talent and the company knows it. She was promoted early, both due to her ability, and her potential. In her time at the company, she'd progressed as far in her four years, as I had in eight. She is well respected and well liked by all.

It is common knowledge though that she has no outside life. At 25, that is a sacrifice, but one she openly admits to. I'll be where I want to be by 30, she'll say. Then I'll be able to retire, and do anything I want.

In terms of looks, she is attractive. Taller than average, a slender build, nice legs. She has breasts that are probably about a B-cup, maybe a little bigger. If you rated her out of ten, she'd probably be a 7, maybe 7.5. Attractive, but not stunning. 

I walk around to her desk. She sees me coming and swivels her chair around.

Her bra-less breasts are straining against her white top. Her full length skirt hiding the fact that she is wearing no panties. Although I know this is a difficult conversation, I'm a still turned on by her. 

She's never used her sexuality overtly before (as far as I know), but she is a shrewd business woman, good negotiator, and often gets her way. I don't know what she is up to.

"So Stu, you do know that it is company policy to lock your screen when you leave your desk?" Amy flirts.

She pushes out her chest a little to draw my attention to her almost visible nipples. I remember that this is one of the things I hate about her, she tries to use her feminine charms to get her way. I am trying avoid looking at her breasts, but not very successfully. 

"I do know company policy," I answer, "You've obviously caught me out on that one. What are you up to?"

"I'd like to have a bit of fun!" Amy smiles.

"You do know that those emails prove nothing," I say, trying to hide the fact that I'm scared she'll send them onto HR. This would be very bad for my career.

"Well they prove that they came from your PC. The photos also show that you looked pleased with your progress," Amy explains, "Did you want to see them. You are smiling in them."

"No, I'd rather not," I answer.

"HR might not believe me," Amy continues, "Initially, they will though... and you'll lose a lot of credibility. You may even be asked to leave the company. I know you are also career orientated... finding another job after a smear like this one isn't easy."

"So what do you want?" I ask. I knew all the angles, I knew she had it over me. Maybe there was a way out, maybe not. But I needed to stay with the brave front and see what the damage would be.

"Like I said, I want some fun!" Amy says blankly, "I work too hard to have time for men... for sex... for fun. But I am a woman, I do need it. I want to control someone. I want to use them, fuck them. Have them please me."

It takes a while to register. She wants to use me for sex. All this blackmail and setup, just for sex?

"Sorry, I have a girlfriend. I can't just sleep with anyone," I stammer, "I can't do it." The words come out almost on auto pilot. I am thrilled that she'd go to this effort just to fuck me. But being forced is not my idea of fun. 

"See, I'm not asking you Stuart... I'm telling you. I didn't go to these lengths to ask you to sleep with me...you may have said no. This way you can't. I have emails and photos that would be unpleasant for you if they got out. I think you know that I always get what I want," Amy says, starting to get frustrated.

"Well... I'm still saying no." I answer raising my voice a little. I am still scared and nervous, but maybe the brave front will scare her off. 

"I'm going home now. I expect you to be wearing no underwear at work tomorrow. I also expect that you'll be escorting me home tomorrow night. If I find out you are wearing underwear tomorrow, and I will check, I'm going to HR with my evidence," Amy says in a commanding tone. She then gets up, grabs her bag and leaves.

I'm standing at her desk dumbfounded. I watch her arse as she walks away from me. I can't help but be a little flattered that she'd go to this effort just for me.

I slowly walk back to my desk in a trance. How do I get out of this one? What are the options.

I'm finding it hard to think. If I submit to Amy, I'm cheating on my girlfriend. If I don't submit to her, my job will be hell while I try to clear my name, if I can clear it. My girlfriend will also be pissed at me. She'll even take some convincing to see that the evidence is rigged. How do I get out of this one.

I get back to my desk. The report still needs to be done. This is a distraction I don't need.

I eventually leave the office at 2am. The report is finished. Not my usual high standard, but it is finished. I email it off, and head home.

Overnight I toss over in my mind ways to get out of this mess. I can't see any. My only option is to go with it, and to try and make it last for as little time as possible.

Next morning I'm up at 6 a.m. I let Cassie, my girlfriend, know I'm now going to a conference for the weekend, it came up last minute. I pack an overnight bag. She's not too worried. She says she'll have a weekend with the girls.

I wear underwear to work. I know that I have to take it off later to meet Amy's demands, but can't really let Cassie see me get dressed with no underwear -- she'd definitely ask about that. 

I get into work early. I'm feeling a bit nervous. Do I actually go through with this? Do I have a choice?

I head to the mens bathroom before I even get to my desk. I remove my underpants and store them in my bag. My penis now has more freedom. It's free to move around in my work trousers... more able to bounce around... more able to be noticed if it happened to get hard. 

Even though I am wearing trousers, I'm on a sort of heightened sexual alert. I don't feel comfortable like this at work. I'm not sure I'll be able to concentrate.

I get to my desk, and check my email. There's a meeting invite from Amy for 9 a.m. I accept it. The rest of my day will also be filled with meetings, thankfully not with Amy. At least that means I'll be concentrating on my work.

I continue reading through my emails, I check the time and head off to the meeting room. Our meeting rooms are on the edge of our open plan office. One wall of the meeting room is the window to the outside of the building, the other is frosted glass facing internally. Through the frosted glass you can make out that people are in the meeting room, but not who they are. The door is solid, with a small glass window.

Amy is waiting for me when I arrive to the meeting room. She ushers me around so that my back is to the frosted glass. She sits close to me. She's wearing a suit, navy jacket and short skirt. The skirt is just above her knees, but rides up a little higher when she sits. Her stunning legs are on display. 

She puts her hand on my thigh. Her fingers spread. My penis starts to stir into action, anticipating what may happen here. I don't want to show her that she has this effect over me, but the sensation of no underpants together with a hand resting so close is doing little to help me.

Anyone could walk into the room, I feel uncomfortable like this.

Amy looks down at my groin. 

"OK, so it's fairly obvious you have met your side of the deal," smirks Amy.

My face starts to redden. Amy slightly shuffles her hand so that her pinky is now resting on my firm penis. This is the first time she has touched me there. She lightly rubs her pinky back and forth. I feel like a rabbit caught in headlights, like I am unable to move. My penis is hard and firm under my trousers.

"Although you've met my firm demands initially, I don't trust that you'll always do what I tell you," teases Amy, "so I will need to test you before tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" I answer, knowing that I just must accept this attention.

Amy ignores my question, "The quicker you realize that I am in charge, the better for everyone," Amy smiles, "I need to show you who is boss, and I'd like not to have you fight it. If you do, I'll show you who wears the pants... literally. So are you going to submit, or do I have to go to HR with the evidence?"

"You're the boss, Amy," I say almost in denial, "I know you have me by the balls, almost literally, but I'm not going to let you have this hold over me forever... I'd rather deal with the consequences of being fired than have this little game occur for months."

I feel like a little kid being told what to do. But I need to at least know how long the problem will last. 

"Glad to see you know who's boss," responds Amy, "Don't you like my hand?"

I don't respond, She can tell by my hard cock I like it.

"This will end on Monday, if you want it to. But you're mine until then," she adds.

Amy then whispers, "You know I am feeling rather slutty today... I've also decided not to wear any panties," as she now places her entire hand on my manhood, "Would you like to see my cunt?"

I nod reluctantly, my cock almost pulsing now from her touch.

Amy laughs, gets up and turns to leave the room, playfully raising her skirt just enough to tease, "I'll come around to get you at five. Be ready to come."

I'm left in the meeting room, with a big bulge in my pants, and no way to conceal it. 

It's 5 p.m., and I see Amy walking toward my desk. My penis stirs into action at the thought of tonight. I think of what Cassie's reaction would be to this, and try to console myself that my actions are to help protect her as well. I pick up my bag and head off to Amy's car.

"You drive," Amy commands, "my fun starts now, I've been planning this for ages."

We set off out of the carpark, and Amy's hand immediately rests on my already hard cock, "Ohh you are ready for some fun aren't you? I'm getting a little wet too... maybe you'd like me to give it a lick?"

My cock jumps at the thought. Amy giggles, "I'm such a bad girl... we're going to the movies... the ones at East Gardens."

Amy raises her skirt so that it is just covering her pussy. 

"I want you to concentrate on the road, don't mind my games," flirts Amy. 

My penis is very hard as she rubs the palm of her hand up and down it. I wish the material of my trousers wasn't there. To feel her skin against mine would be even better. To feel her wet palm against my highly sensitive organ.

I know this is so wrong, but it feels wonderful. I can only imagine what Cassie would think of this, but Amy has me for the weekend as her play thing.

I continue to drive trying to concentrate in the peak hour traffic, with every distraction possible within the car. My cock must surely be leaking pre-cum, my suit pants must be a mess, I'm on the edge of cumming. Finally we get to the parking lot, we park. Amy removes her hand from my manhood and unbuttons her blouse. She exposes her lace covered breasts. 

"Would you like to touch these? To lick them? To suck them?" she teases, "well just hang on," as she buttons back up and leaves the car, then turns back to shout, "Well come on toy boy, hop to it, we have a movie to see!" 

I jump out and follow.

Amy buys tickets for the James Bond flick, and a popcorn. As we walk toward our cinema, she pours the popcorn into a bin, keeping hold of the popcorn container. We find seats.

The cinema is about half full. Amy directs me to sit on the right side, near to the back of the cinema. The nearest people are around 4 to 5 seats away. We sit down. 

"I've made a hole in the bottom of the popcorn holder," Amy whispers, "unzip yourself and poke yourself through, I want to have some fun with you."

I know that I don't have a choice. She basically owns me for the weekend.

Trying not to draw attention to myself, I unzip my trousers. My penis springs into life, as I place the popcorn container over my manhood. I can feel the cold cinema air on my usually confined member. I feel like anyone can see what's going on, feeling very self-conscience I look around to see if I can make out anyone, anyone I may know. 

Amy spreads her legs slightly, and places her hand between her legs. I can only see the tops of her thighs, but can tell that she is fingering herself. The sight of her gorgeous legs, partly spread gets me aroused, my mind is racing. 

She puts her index finger up to my lips, "taste me please," she whispers, "this is the effect you're having on me." 

I can smell her raw sexual juices, as I gently take her finger into my mouth.

The movie begins, and Amy puts her hand into the popcorn container. The palm of her hand resting over the top of my cock, her fingers draped down the outside of it. She twists her hand, so that her palm rubs over the head. I can't believe what's going on here, it feels great, but can't help feeling I'm cheating on Cassie.

Amy continues to rub her hand over me. I'm starting to get close to cumming. I have no interest in the movie at all, although am trying to look like I am watching. She moves her hand toward her mouth, pretending she is eating popcorn. She licks her hand and replaces it over my cock. 

She rubs her wet fingers just under the head. I am very close to cumming, my penis starting to almost pulsate. She must be feeling how hot I'm getting.

She squeezes my member between her thumb and forefingers. It's just enough to take me away from the edge. Pre-cum is almost dripping from me, she doesn't really need any saliva.

She then starts to lightly grasp at my hard wet cock, her palm on top, her fingers down the sides, as she draws her fingers upward. Her light touch is making me involuntarily rise to have her touch linger for a little longer. I'm sure others in the cinema can see what is going on if they happen to look over. 

Amy continues to tease me. She played with me for around an hour, taking me to the edge, then backing off. I'm at the stage that any touch feels like it will take me over. I really need to cum. 

I lean over and plead to Amy, "Please make me cum, Amy. I can't take it any longer."

"Nice to see that you are having fun," Amy whispers, "I thought I was the one who was meant to be getting entertained... I think you'd better zip up now."

"Please", I plead.

"Zip up boy," she commands.

I remove the popcorn container, and struggle to get myself back into my pants. I'm still on edge. 

Amy spreads her legs a little, grabs my hand, and places my palm on the inside of her thigh. 

"Caress my thigh," she whispers, "but no closer."

I lightly rub the inside of Amy's thigh. Her legs part a little more, but I don't dare move my hand any closer to her pussy. My hand being so close still has me hard, but I have regained my control. I'd love to feel her wetness, tease her a little.

The movie ends, and the lights come on. I can see pre-cum on my trousers, Amy looks at my predicament and giggles.

"Can't control yourself honey," she laughs.

I'm incredibly turned on, and embarrassed. 

We get up to leave, I hold the popcorn container in front of my groin to cover my mess. We get back to the car, to head off to Amy's. 

This time she doesn't touch me during the drive. We arrive at her apartment complex, and park in the underground carpark.

"Righto boy, I'd like you to have your pants off. Can't walk around with a mess like that," says Amy.

"I have some others in my overnight bag," I mention hopefully.

"No, you're overnight bag is staying in the car, you can ride up the lift exposed," Amy answers.

"But it's your apartment block, it'll make you look bad if we get caught," I try to negotiate.

"If someone else happens to see us, you'd better hide behind me, or you'd be disobeying me... and you don't want that, do you!" retorts Amy.

I take off my socks, shoes and trousers. I look around to ensure no one is around. I get out of the car. 

Amy wets her hand with saliva, and grabs my already hard penis. Her hand is wet and slippery. She leads me by the cock. It slides in her hand, unintentionally masturbating me as we walk.

We get into the elevator and ride up to the tenth floor. Thankfully no one else gets in.

At her door Amy fumbles for the keys. It can't be an accident. I feel exposed, yet incredibly turned on. I'm more than ready to cum.

Amy opens the door, turns, kneels down, and takes my cock into her mouth, right there in the hall way. She sucks hard, then lets me fall out of her mouth. She licks under my balls, letting my cock hit her in the face.

She then gets back up, "Welcome to my humble abode, all males must be nude in the premises," she announces.




Blackmail and Humiliation



I remove my shirt, and step into her apartment. She closes the door. I now feel a little more comfortable.

Amy wets her hand again and grabs my cock, "I'll show you around the apartment. This is my preferred method of leading you."

It's a big two bedroom apartment. 

"Here's the kitchen, the lounge room, dining, my room, ensuite, bathroom, Katie's room..." she directs.

"Katie's room, you mean you share the apartment?" I exclaim. My stomach sinks. Just when I got used to the idea of only being embarrassed by Amy, it looks like I'm in for further humiliation.

"Don't worry, she won't be home til late," mentions Amy with a sly smile, as she slides her hand on my penis. I've been on edge so long, it's almost painful now.

"Now to the rules of the weekend," Amy begins, "you do everything that anyone else says. Whether that's me, or anyone else I invite over. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Amy," I answer. I know there is no point fighting it. I'm now also concerned that she is talking about bring others over. This is getting too much to handle.

"But ultimately you are my toy thing, and you must do what I say. If you don't, I'll take my evidence to HR. If you are a good boy and do what I say, it will be destroyed Monday," instructs Amy.

Amy picks up the phone, "I'll order a pizza for dinner, you make yourself comfortable. And just to be clear, I don't want you masturbating at all tonight. My plan is to tease you, so no cumming," she grins cheekily.

We eat at the dining table with a nice bottle of wine. Me completely naked, Amy still in her work attire. My penis hasn't been touched for an hour or so now. The evening getting on, my late night last night, and the wine are all contributing to making me very tired now.

Amy must sense this, "We're off to bed now," she announces, and heads into her room. 

I'm not sure whether this means I won't see her again til the morning. I look around for somewhere to sleep, when Amy emerges from her bedroom in her long flannelette pajamas. 

She has seen me naked, played with my cock, sucked it, and teased me continually, and yet I haven't seen her naked. I'm a little disappointed.

"So where am I sleeping?" I ask.

"In my bed," Amy says in a matter-of-fact tone, "In you come."

I get into her queen sized bed. She turns out the light and shuts the door. It's very dark, I can't see a thing. My tiredness evaporates with the thought at what might happen.

Amy gets into bed, "On your back," she commands.

I roll onto my back. She's taken off her pajama bottoms, and sits on my face in a sixty-nine position, "make me cum," she demands. 

I can smell her sex just above my mouth. It's a musky sexy smell. The rawness of it all is very erotic. My cock is instantly hard just contemplating eating her. 

I resist the temptation to take her straight away. I want to do some of my own teasing. 

I lightly lick the inside of her thigh. Gradually making my way to her pussy. I very lightly flick my tongue across her pussy, as I move to her other thigh. I then move back to the other leg, again I lightly lick her pussy lips, flicking with my tongue. I'm barely touching her. 

She moans slightly, and takes my cock into her mouth. I'm almost ready to cum. All the teasing has been too much. With one long suck, Amy releases my cock from her mouth and sits up, perched straight over my face.

"I need to cum," she says.

I raise my head a little to flick my tongue over her clit. I then move back to lick her cunt lips again. More firmly now, I take one of her lips in my mouth, and suck on it. My nose pressing against her opening. The smell of her is wonderful, her juices covering my face. 

She lowers a little so I no longer have to reach up. She pushes her muff over my mouth, I lick pussy. I stick my tongue into her, my mouth fully covering her entrance. She slides back a little, and I suck on her clit.

Releasing her clit from my mouth, I then start licking it. Faster and faster.

She starts to moan now, louder and louder, as I'm getting into a faster rhythm. I am licking faster and faster, Amy's now grinding herself into my face. 

Finally she almost screeches, before a lovely warm flow of juices wash over my face.

I've made her cum, and it gives me some satisfaction. I feel a guilty pleasure knowing that I am being forced to cheat on Cassie.

"Thank you," murmurs Amy, "I needed that."

Amy goes to the bathroom, comes back into bed, and grabs my cock.

"I'll just draw some lipstick on your cock," says Amy, "if the lipstick is not there in the morning, I'll know you've masturbated. I don't want that. I will be able to tell."

Amy rolls over to sleep.

I need to cum. I really need to cum. What can I do. I roll onto my back. I can smell Amy's juices on my face. It's a great aroma. I can't escape the thought of sex. With any luck I'll have a wet dream.

I drift off to sleep. What would Cassie think?

****************************************************

I'm awake. Amy is dressed in jeans and a tight little shirt. 

"Get up and shower," commands Amy, "I'd like some breakfast."

Amy licks her hand, and grabs my morning erection. I am pulled by her slippery hand to the bathroom. I'm already aching to cum. Amy turns on the shower and pushed me in.

I'm fairly quick to shower. Amy watches me. I am careful to wash the lipstick from my penis. I dry off, and we leave the bathroom, Amy's hand around my cock.

Amy leads me to Katie's room. She knocks on the door. 

I'm feeling a bit embarrassed. I'm being presented nude to a girl I have never met. At least I hope it's a girl I have never met. How did I get into this?

"I have someone for you," Amy calls out.

The door opens. A sleepy looking woman opens the door. She's naked. She has a perfect triangle of pubic hair. Her legs are slim, her tits are firm and suckable. Her face is attractive. She has short brown hair.

She thrust out her hand and grabs my balls. She roughly pulls me into her room and closes the door.

"Lie down and shut up," she orders in a bitchy tone.

I lie on my back on the bed.

Katie licks her hand, and wipes it into her pussy. She then straddles me, and slides my cock into her pussy. She thrusts up and down quickly. I'm ever so close to cumming. Katie is really pushing me to the edge. I am having a girl fuck me before having even said a word.

She stops her thrusting, and stays sitting on my cock. 

"You're so big and hard. I love the feeling of you inside me," Katie giggles.

She's come out of her bitch mood for a moment, but what a time for a conversation. 

I want to cum. I had almost cum.

She leans forward, "suck them," she orders.

I start sucking her tits. She's careful not to move on my cock; she must know I am close. She is enjoying this, as am I.

Slowly she raises her pussy off my cock. I'm almost entirely out of her now. She then takes my whole shaft inside her. She does this slowly and deliberately. Rising off me, so that the tip of my cock is just inside her, before thrusting down on me. Each time pausing just a little longer at the top of her stroke.

She is very wet and slippery, my cock is almost pulsing, ready to cum.

She thrusts down on me, then back up.

"Amy never brings anyone home for me to fuck," says Katie.

She thrusts down again. I am sucking her breasts. This feels great. I grab her hips to guide her a little faster.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey Stu, out you come!" yells Amy.

Katie thrusts down on me, then back up. She jumps off me.

"Oooo, I did like that. Maybe we can finish off later," promises Katie, "Now get out."

My cock is unbelievably rigid. I get up out of Katie's bed, and walk toward Amy.

Amy grabs my cock and leads me through to the lounge-room. 

"Lie down, arms and legs apart," she commands, "I've been downstairs to the car to get your phone... Phone Cassie please... it's what you'd do if you were at a conference!"

Amy throws the phone to me. I hesitate.

"Now!" she demands.

Amy strips out of her jeans, as I dial the number. She has a shaved pussy. Can you believe it! I licked her last night... but didn't see it.

As I listen to the ringing phone Amy sits on my cock, taking me fully inside her, "You are such a big boy, I'm so full," teases Amy.

Amy slowly bounces up and down on me.

"Hello," says Cassie.

"Hi Cass, thought I'd see how it's going," I say, trying not to let on that I have Amy fucking me while I'm on the phone. I feel a massive wave of guilt run through me.

Amy sits up and pulls her little shirt over her head, exposing the most wonderful tits.

"I miss you Stu. Missed our Friday night fuck. I am so horny...are you?" starts Cassie.

Amy starts to rub her breasts. She is sitting still on my penis, I am fully inside her, but she's not moving her body, just expertly contracting and releasing her vaginal muscles. She's smiling at me. 

"Yes, I am too," I say truthfully. 

"Did you cum this morning," Cassie says, very out of character.

Amy leans forward, her breasts just touching my chest, her head resting on my neck. The feeling of her tits is electric. She starts sucking my earlobe. She would be able to hear Cassie on the phone at my other ear.

"No, didn't cum this morning," I say, trying to work out why this conversation is happening. I am in heaven with Amy on me. I really can't have this conversation now.

Amy licks just under my jawline. My cock throbbing inside her.

"Anyway, I will be off to the shops today. Want to buy some nice lingere to look good for you. Would you like that?" Cassie teases.

Amy gently contracts her pussy muscles on my cock. She knows I am close. Her tits feel wonderful pressed into me. I grab her bottom with my free hand, it's so firm and smooth.

"Of course," I say, trying to concentrate.

"So, what is this conference about then?" asks Cassie.

Amy slides up and down on my cock. 

"Umm... not sure," I manage to get out. How can I think to make up something at a time like this.

"Surely, you must know," Cassie quizzes, "You sure it's a conference?"

Amy slides up and down my cock again. She bends in a little to lick my nipple.

"Umm, something about Process Driven Objectives in the new world. You know, one of those new fads going," I lie, hoping it is believable.

"You sound a bit pre-occupied. Are you ok?" says Cassie.

Amy smiles at me. This can't be happening, being forced to fuck a woman while on the phone to my girlfriend.

"Yeah. Starts soonish....I better get going," I say trying to not show I am losing it.

"OK, bye honey....love you!" Cassie says in her cheery tone.

"Love you too!" I say, guilt running through me.

Click!

"Do you love me too?" asks Amy, now quickly thrusting hard upon me.

"No," I answer. I am about to cum.

Amy slides up off me, my straddling my chest. My cock pulsing in the air. She sits on my chest. Her knees pinning my arms in place. Her cunt very close to my face.

"No cumming darling," Amy laughs, "Time to make me breakfast!"

*********************************************************************

I serve Amy and Katie french toast for breakfast. 

Amy is dressed again. She is wearing her tight little top with no bra, and jeans. Katie emerged from her room in a little maroon satin nightie. The nightie barely covers her pussy and bottom when she is standing, never mind when she is sitting down. Her tits press against the material, almost visible. 

Everything is now a turn on for me. My cock is now in a permanent semi-hard state. I am still naked.

Every time I lean over to place something on the table, Amy or Katie fondle my balls or penis. They love teasing me... I am finding it all too much.

Amy and Katie finish eating, and I wash up. When I return they are both sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

"Ok," says Amy, "Now, I'll explain the plan for the day to you... Firstly, you'll start by cleaning our apartment. If I call you back to see me, you may get a treat, so I want you to come running when I call."

"Yes Amy," I say. 

"Then, you'll head off to see out friend Natasha on the eighth floor. She'd love to see you," continues Katie, "and we'll have a bit of a party over there!"

The thought of a party horrifies me. I can just guess that I will be naked, humiliated by a bunch of women!

"Now you can start off vacuuming the apartment," orders Amy.

I vacuum the apartment. It takes quite a while. I finally finish, and walk back in to see Amy and Katie who are watching TV.

"Now stand with your back to the wall, and hands on you head," Amy commands.

I do as she says. Amy kneels in front of me. Her mouth is close to my slightly flaccid penis. She looks straight at it.

My cock starts to harden. She hasn't even touched me yet, and I am getting hard. Amy continues to watch my cock. She licks her lips.

I look down at her. I can see her breasts straining against her tight little top. Katie is watching us from the other side of the room.

My cock is now fully erect. Amy gently blows at the underside of my penis. The feeling of her breath on me feels great, I would love her to touch me, grab me.

Amy stands up, and retreats back to the couch, "Just wanted to see if I am having the desired effect on you... appears I am," Amy giggles, "now you can clean the bathroom."

I clean the bathroom, then the kitchen. I dust the furniture, and make the beds. I wash the morning dishes and make lunch.

I'm allowed to shower, and then I again present myself to Amy and Katie.

"Now, you'll need to head over to Natasha's apartment on the eigth floor. Knock on the door, and explain that she'll need to come over to my place for some entertainment," Katie asks.

"I can't do that dressed in nothing," I plead.

"I think you are forgetting that you have no say in this. You need to obey what is said here," Amy enforces.

"But, what if I get seen, what if Natasha thinks I am some sort of rapist," I ask, changing my approach, "you'll hardly have fun with me in jail."

"Oh, you are a highly educated executive, I am sure you can talk your way out of a spot of trouble," Amy says, as she grabs hold of my penis, "I do hope it stays hard for Natasha to see."

I turn my focus to being fondled by Amy. I have been teased for so long that any touch excites me, especially as I've had a few hours of nothing. I know that in my current state, any female would look enticing, however Amy's mischievous grin is just driving me wild.

"Once you get back with Natasha," Amy continues, "we will have some challenges for you."

With that, Amy again leads me by the cock. Her hand loosely wrapped around my member, as she leads me to the front door of her apartment. As she walks, her hand moves back and forth, my cock as big and hard as it gets, pre-cum oozing from the tip.

Amy opens the door, and drags me into the hall way. She lets go of me and returns to her apartment, "number 805," she says as she shuts the door behind her.

I am alone in the hallway, completely naked. Thankfully no one is around. I think about taking the fire stairs. I press the lift button. I know this is risky, but I'm not sure that the fire stairs will allow me out on the eighth floor. I stand to the side of the lift, so that no one could see me when the doors open.

The lift seems to take an eternity. Finally it comes. I peek my head around the corner. No one is in it. I get in and press eight. 

I get out on the eighth floor hassle free. Still no one around. 

I knock on 805. I am totally naked, knocking on the door of a total stranger. I feel horny, and totally stupid. What will I say to this woman.

The door opens. A woman in her early thirties, slender, attractive and a little taller than me. She is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Even in the jeans, you can tell she has a nice bottom, her breasts just look wonderful. I'm not sure if she really does look this good, or I am just too horny to tell anymore.

"Do come in, I have been expecting you," she says, "I am Natasha... and you are obviously here to entertain me."

"Umm...yes," I say, trying to think of what to say next.

"This way," Natasha says, ushering me inside her apartment.

I enter her place. It is immaculate. The furniture modern, and stylish. She closes the door.

"You are here to stimulate us," she continues, "we are all highly educated, well paid, intelligent women who are at present very career focused... thus we have no time to waste on men, and their petty ways...so occasionally, one of us captures a good looking one, and we have some fun."

"Nice way of doing things if you can manage it," I mumble.

"Please only speak when asked a direct question. You aren't here for your conversation," Natasha orders, "Now where was I... ahh yes...you simply do as we tell you, and all will be fine. If you go outside those boundaries...well, someone may get hurt. It will be you... so do as you are told... OK."

"Yes," I answer.

"Now, stand up straight, and stay where you are!" Natasha commands.

She walks around me. Looking me up and down like a tailor inspects her new garment. She stands behind me. Squeezes my bottom.

"Firm," she whispers.

From behind, Natasha places her hand around onto my chest, trailing it down my torso. My cock is at attention, she places her palm over my cock. It being pressed into my stomach. She rubs her hand back and forth. 

I look down at my penis, pre-cum starts to appear. Natasha's palm touches my pre-cum, and becomes all slippery. Her hand now sliding back and forth over my penis. 

I shut my eyes. I am concentrating on the feeling. I can smell Natasha's faint perfume. She smells alluring, feminine, sexy.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Someone's at the door. I come back to my senses. How many people are going to see me like this I think. Surely at some stage, one of them may know me!

Natasha ignores the door. She leads me to what I think must be her bedroom. I sit on a three seater sofa, next to a bed. 

"Here, put these on," she says, handing me a pair of swimming goggles, "I'll be back soon."

The door closes, as I hear Natasha open the front door. I can hear whispers, but can't make anything out. I inspect the goggles. They are normal swimming goggles, but have been painted black, so that the wearer is blind. I put them on. I can't see a thing.

I wait patiently on the sofa; blind, horny, naked and a bit humiliated.

The bedroom door opens, I can hear two people enter. 

"OK," says Natasha, "You sit on one side of the sofa...you'll give my friend here a foot massage to start her day...and no talking, no asking questions!"

I sense someone sitting on the couch. I am pushed to sit on one side of the couch, my back to the armrest, facing the other person. The person pushing me down feels like Natasha. So it must be the new person I am to massage. I sit cross legged. Two feet are gently placed into my lap.

I hear Natasha walk out of the room. The door closes, as I feel a foot stroke my erect member.

I reach forward and find the other foot. I start to rub with both hands. My thumbs kneading the sole, while my fingers caress the top of the foot. 

The feel of her foot, her distinctive smell, I can't place it, but I have a feeling I know this person.

Her other foot gently rubs up and down my cock, her toes wiggling over the head, pre-cum oozes from my cock. She continues to wriggle her toes, as they become slippery in my pre-cum. It does feel very nice. 

I firmly massage the ball of her foot. Trying to work out any stress. I am having a hard time massaging her foot, when the other is doing such an expert job of stroking my member.

I press my thumbs firmly into her soles, trying to do a good job. 

Her other foot has me on the edge. The soft skin of her soles, with my pre-cum lubricating my penis is driving me wild. My cock must look all shiny and hard.




Blackmail and Humiliation



"Now the other foot," instructs the woman.

I know the voice.

Instantly, I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. It's Tamzin!

"Tamzin?" I ask.

"Fancy meeting you here," she says, "I bet this is a surprise...now I do believe that you aren't allowed to talk...I'd so like to enjoy my massage without you ruining it with conversation...so get back to it!"

I recoil back from her, putting my hands over my penis, trying to make sure she can't reach my cock. 

Tamzin hits my hands away, and continues to stroke her foot over my fully erect cock. She giggles.

Tamzin is in my team, that is, she reports directly to me. Tamzin is not overly attractive. Her face is sort of ok, with short hair that frames her face well. She is a bit too skinny, her legs are abit stick like - nothing to write home about, She has large-ish breasts, especially for her skinny frame. She's early thirties, and holds her age well. I can just imagine the smirk on her face right now. I can bet that Amy had this in mind all along. I really dislike Tamzin.

Most women who are sort of average looking have a personality to make up for it. Not in Tamzin's case. She has no people skills, is arrogant and has a know it all side to her. Always trying to win at whatever it is. She thinks she is beautiful which turns most people off her. I don't think too much of her.

I take Tamzin's slippery pre-cum foot off my cock. I start to rub her sole, massaging the pre-cum into her foot -- as her other foot takes it's place on my cock. Slowly rubbing up and down. 

Her other foot is now slippery with pre-cum, and it feels wonderful. She has my cock between her two biggest toes, and is slowly rubbing up and down.

I'd like Tamzin to make me cum. I really do dislike Tamzin, the way she talks back to me at work, the way that she tries to undermine my authority. The more I think of her smirking away, the more I hate her. But I do want to cum.

I never thought I'd be cheating on my girlfriend with Tamzin. And by her feet rubbing my cock.

"Rather humiliating don't you think," says Tamzin, "that your subordinate rubs her feet over you... and you are taken to orgasm."

Tamzin stops rubbing my cock, and pushes her toes against my mouth. . "Lick my toes please," Tamzin adds, "I want you to know where you stand."

I move away slightly. Tamzin leans forward and grabs my balls, "Don't forget who's the boss now... and you'll remember this at work on Monday," she snarls.

Tamzin leans back and pushes her toes into my face.

I start to lick Tamzin's big toe. I can taste my pre-cum on her foot as I slowly lick and suck her toes. This is humiliating, yet due to the continual teasing, I'm still turned on by it. It's a male weakness.

I lick Tamzin's other toes, then move to the sole all the while massaging her other foot with my hands. I can't see her, but can bet that Tamzin is looking at my cock, taking in the sight.

"Ok, times up," calls Natasha from outside the room.

Tamzin pulls her feet away, and I feel her head move into my lap. She takes my cock in her mouth, she expertly licks the head. She kisses the tip slowly; firmly drawing it into her mouth. Her mouth feels nice; warm; inviting. 

She releases me, "Would you like me to make you cum?" Tamzin asks.

"Yes," I whisper without hesitation.

"You sure?" she asks again.

"Yes," I respond.

"Are you begging me," she laughs.

"Please," I whisper.

Tamzin rips the goggles off my head, "Ok, lie on the floor then," she instructs as she pushes me down next to the sofa.

She then sits on the sofa, and puts one foot on my cock and the other in my face, "Now lick my foot. The better a job you do, the more I will rub your cock with my other foot," she laughs.

I start to lick Tamzins foot. I can still taste my own pre-cum on it. Her other foot lightly touches my cock. I take one of her toes in my mouth, her other four toes pressing into my nose. 

Tamzin's other foot now presses more firmly into my cock. She maneuvers my cock into the ridge between her toes and her foot, as she rubs her foot side to side. It is pretty crude, but the way I am feeling, touch is wonderful.

Her toes are all slippery.... as is my cock... I'm getting close.

I look up at Tamzin, and she presses my head down with her foot. I continue licking and sucking the foot that is in my face. Her foot is dripping with my saliva, as she smears her foot over my face.

My cock is really throbbing now.

I start breathing heavier....I know I am going to cum now, I am beyond the point of no return. Tamzin's foot rubs once more against my cock....I start cumming, my liquid spurting... Tamzin quickly takes her foot off my cock....losing some of my pleasure.

She then stands up, squashing my face and cock....all her weight on top of me. My cock still spurting and throbbing, wanting to be completely milked.

"Well Amy will be pissed at you.... You know you aren't allowed to cum!" Tamzin snorts, "I always knew you couldn't resist me, remember your pathetic begging when we next meet at work." I watch her leave the room... I really hate her....Amy will be pissed!



Blackmail at the Airport



This story is written for Miss S. She is travelling abroad in a former Eastern Bloc country when she is pulled in for questioning in relation to a suspect package found in her luggage. The story is written to her directly, and I hope that this style doesn't put you off!

*

You are at the airport when you begin to feel slightly panicky. There should be no reason for that, however, you are being stared at intently by one of the uniformed security men. A puzzled expression comes over your face and further lack of comprehension registers when you are tapped quite sharply on the shoulders from behind. A female security guard beckons you aside.

"Please ... Follow me," she barks in broken English.

You have no choice. Her build and demeanour are those of someone who is used to having her authority obeyed. She walks ahead of you and then you are aware of a second guard behind you. People stare at you - your compatriots, fellow travellers, people with whom you have a common national identity. They can do nothing to help you. There are looks of concern, of surprise, but also you can sense that they are glad they are not in your shoes.

"What is the problem?" you ask.

"Please ... all will be explained!"

"But ... my luggage, my passport ... everything is in order ... I don't understand!!"

You are led down a hallway and then you turn left and left again and finally right, where you find yourself in a different annex. This part of the airport appears more like the old military wing of a civilian airport. The building seems even less comfortable than where you just were a few moments ago. How you wish that you were there now and not here ... but where was "here"? An endless stream of hallways and corridors were taking you further and further away, leading to growing confusion and disorientation in your mind. At the end of one such corridor, there is a room into which you are shown. The room is small, measuring no more than 10 feet by 10. It is tiled in white and lit by one naked light bulb. There is a small table and a chair. There is no window. The room is airless and very claustrophobic.

"Strip!" the female guard commands.

"Why on earth ... What exactly have I done? Why are you doing this to me?"

Your voice is now several pitches higher than usual. Your heart is beating and adrenaline is pumping through your body. A sickening feeling, a feeling of dread, a feeling of lack of control ... all of these feeling and emotions are mounting in your body and producing a state of near panic. You are on the brink of hysterical tears. How quickly it has happened. Why has it happened? One moment, you are on the verge of boarding a plane, and the next, you are in the middle of this ... this nightmare.

The female guard snaps a latex glove onto her hand. She waits. The other guard makes no move to leave. He smirks. You get the feeling that this is not the first time he has witnessed the humiliation of a passenger at her hands. You start to undress. You are not comfortable, not one bit comfortable. You take off your coat, placing it on the table, followed by your boots, which you bend down to untie. You are wearing tights under your skirt and as your pull them off, you think how pathetic tights are when they fall to the ground in a pile. You are wearing a long skirt and this is next to come off, leaving you in a white blouse and your underwear. Now, you feel the dampness of the perspiration which has built up under your arms. You have not shaved there for a few days and the sharpness of the new growth irritates you. Next, you take off the blouse, followed by your bra and panties.

"Bend over the table please!" she commands as she snapped another latex glove onto her hands.

This scenario was now totally beyond your ability to comprehend. You caught the look in the male security guard's eyes as you bent over, exposing yourself completely to his gaze. Just as she prepares to search your body cavities, the door opens and both of them snap to attention. Frome your position, you cannot see what is going on, but the curt order given by the new arrival, dismissing both of them leaves you hope that your dilemma is over. However, your situation is far from being resolved and is in fact about to become a lot worse.

"Miss S?" a heavily accented male voice commands your attention.

His is the voice of authority, a voice that calls and demands respect. 

"Can you explain this?" 

A small bag, containing approximately 100g of white powder lands on the desk in front of you.

"We found this in the luggage when you, how you say ... checked in."

"That's impossible ... I have no idea what it is. Somebody must have planted that in my luggage."

"It is cocaine Miss S. and indeed, it may have been planted there ... I care little for the truth. Truth bores me. Let me tell you something about myself Miss S. Under the old regime, I had a ... reputation for getting results from people particularly difficult to interrogate. Here, I have been reduced to the level of a mere pen pusher, with a small amount of authority ... and sometimes situations like this one give me the chance to ... refresh my skills."

He spoke his words slowly and with a certain degree of lazy menace. He takes out a cigarette and lites it up. Usually S, you do not like the smell of cigarettes but his are different, with a kind of sweet smelling flavour to the smoke.

"I recognise something of a fellow traveller in you ... Around here, my word still counts for something. I can make this nightmare disappear for you. Would you like that? Would you like the memory of my face and this room to be a distant one? Let me offer you a way out. You can spend 30 minutes here with me, where I will teach you a lesson in respect ... respect not for yourself but for me, or you can spend the next 15 years eating boiled cabbage in a filthy prison cell based on a trumped up charge of possession of narcotics ... the choice is yours ... the plane will be late taking off ... I, we, have the opportunity to decide your future ... together. What will we choose?" 

Bent over the table, with everything on show to this man and very quickly guessing that he was 100 percent serious, you decide that you do indeed have no choice.

"Ah the old days Miss S ... I would love to tell you so much about them, but I fear that we will have to wait for another time which will give both of us the opportunity to ... enlighten ... ourselves further. Would you be so kind as to put on this blindfold ... I find it offensive to look at your eyes ... You are so pitiful ... Look at yourself ... You are such a pitiful creature ...Look, I cannot even get hard looking at you ... My dick, it is like it doesn't work. You are such an excuse for a woman. Here, let me hide your eyes"

He fits the blindfold and your senses are reduced by one. The blindfold is not comfortable. It smells ... of fear, the fear, tears and sweat of others who have been forced to wear it in the past. But there is another smell ... what is it? You hear the familiar sound of a zip being undone. He uses his other hand to guide you into a sitting position on the chair. The chair feels cold to you ... What is he doing? Then you feel it, hot and steaming and stinging, the flow of his urine as he pisses all over your face. It streams down your face, and you feel it dribble down your body, dividing itself into several small streams as it makes its way down your torso. It continues its flow onto your legs where if dribbles down your ankles and onto the floor. Some has remained on the seat, making it wet and as the piss cools and uncomfortable.

"I would shit on you also, but you are not worthy of my shit. You are a useless piece of shit. You are not worthy of my respect. What gives you the idea that you are worthy? What gives you the right to come in here and demand my respect? You have to earn it ... You have to believe that you want my respect ... If I don't believe it ... there will be trouble ... I will take your blind fold off when you signal that it is the time. If and I say these words very carefully, if I see one flicker of disrespect, even the hint of it ... then our deal is off ... do you understand?"

You do not nod quickly enough. Suddenly, your head veers to the left violently as his hands lands a slap on its right hand side. The pain jolts through your body and the sharpness of the slap make tears well up in your eyes. What a truly pityful and disgusting sight you are. How can you please any man given the state that you are in? How can you ever even hope to gain this man's respect? 

"When I ask you a question, you answer, straight away ... do you understand? My cigarette is finished. Where shall I stub it out? Show me exactly where I should do it and choose carefully!"

Your hands are not bound, so slowly, you move your hand and point to your breasts.

"Yes, my dear ... you have chosen correctly", he says as he presses the hot cigarette end just over your left nipple. You jump as the searing pain jolts through your body, your body gulping in air, your hands immediately making an instinctive effort to rub the affected area but you don't dare touch it as you are beginning to understand respect. Only through pain, will you ever learn it S. 

"Are you starting to respect me? Speak to me!"

"Yes!"

"You think that it is that easy ... that you learn respect as quickly as that?"

His face is so close to you now. You smell tobacco from his breath. You smell other, more definable things as well. His aftershave is subtle, not overpowering. Through the blindfold, you do not sense a change in mood. He is still very dangerous. Your own mind has now began its descent as your will is no longer strong enough to resist. Not 30 minutes ago, you were in complete control. Now, you are ceding this control to a stranger ... a stranger who knows how to bend your will, who is taking control of your very body and mind. He moves almost silently and positions himself behind you.

"Stand up!"

You do so immediately. 

"Move away from the table".

You take four steps forward, four floundering, unsure steps. You assume that you are now in the middle of the room. The remains of his urine runs down your legs when you stand up. You are cold, uncomfortable and hurting, a wounded animal. He stands behind you. You feel his hands on your shoulders. The touch is gentle. Perhaps things have changed? He pushes you to the ground. You lie there, unsure, unable to move, to think. You are completely disorientated. You curl up. He undoes his leather belt.

"Miss S. Get on all fours please."

You obey. He starts to rain down blows with the belt. Stinging, hurtful blows. The land with accuracy, with almost lazy accuracy. He hits you with the detached disinterest of somebody used to training horses or dogs. The blows aimed at your breasts, your buttocks, your back, the sensitive area of your inside legs ... these are all designed merely to train you, to take out and mould what we all know about you, to make a proper little toy out of you, to use and abuse as ones sees fit ... to fuck, cum on, shit on, piss on, that you will take whatever is given to you and instead of bothering him with your pathetic protestations, you will in fact come back for more and expect it, want it, relish it, appreciate it, learn to love it as it is the only real love that you can understand and the only real love that a person like you deserves. You take the blows as an expression of this love and finally, only after 30 minutes of it starting, you are ready to accept him and whatever he has to offer. Your life before him ceases to exist and now, only what matters is what he wants. You signal to him that it is time to take off the blindfold. He stops the beating. You whole body aches from the blows he has delivered, but the pain has unleashed wetness in you that you want him to sate. You look up at him.

"Fuck me!"

He looks at you with distain. He takes another cigarette from his packet. He lights it up, draws on it and exhales.

"You disgust me", he says quietly. He speaks these words but you understand that he does not mean to hurt you. You understand what he means. "I asked you to respect me! That is not to say that I respect you. How dare you ask me something like that? To fuck you? Fuck yourself, you unworthy piece of shit! Fuck yourself, you bitch!"

You look at him with bewilderment. He approaches you. He gently kicks your legs open wide. 

"Now, you whore, you slut, you fucking pig, tell me what you call that disgusting hole between your pathetic excuse for legs?"

"My cunt."

"Your cunt? That is too good a name for it! It is one of your three holes. One of the three that men use to satisfy themselves. Men fuck one of them and they just leave you to rot in the squalor that passes for your mind. That is all you deserve, is that no so?"

He looks at you not without feeling. You can see that there is some humanity there in his eyes. That you are under him, under his spell, well, that is without question. The moments pass slowly and then you see it. He starts to relent and lets his mask slip just for a moment. You seize the opportunity.

"Let me see you fuck yourself Miss S. Spread your legs and rub yourself. Look into my eyes as you do. Look into my eyes ... Yes, that is it ... Yes, look ... what do you see? Yes ... you see it don't you? You see acceptance ... Mmmmm, that's it ... stick your fingers in ... yes, do it, you must do it ...you must reach for it ... Watch me ... Look at me ..."

His words and demeanour soften even more, as he talks and treats you slightly better. He holds your face in his hand and watches your eyes as they become brighter and brighter, filled with hope, with the tortured hope that you feel and soon, the orgasm floods through your body and you cry out with relief and with the pleasure comes the tears ... and with the tears comes the shame ... and with the shame comes the numbness ... and with the numbness, comes the resignation.



Blackmail Baby



My husband's parents have always hated me, and they aren't shy about saying so. Ethan and Cynthia Carrington have never thought I am good enough for their only son. They've called me white trash simply because I grew up poor (though, not in a trailer, I might add), and a gold digger because the Carringtons are billionaires going back generations. They think I'm using Rob for his money, and site the fact that he put me through college, is an investor in my clothing store, and the 11 year age difference as evidence. Of course, it couldn't be further from the truth. Rob and I are very much in love, and have been since we married six years ago. 

I met Rob when I was 18. I was just out of high school, and working as a waitress in a diner downtown so I could save up for college. I hadn't worked there a month when this incredibly handsome guy in a dark suit came in and sat in my section. 

We didn't really exchange much more than waitress/customer conversation during that first encounter, but then he started coming in everyday just after the lunch rush, and we began talking. It got so that he requested to be seated in my section, and, because we were usually dead by then, I really got to know and like him. Rob was 29, and said he worked in finance, which he hated, but it allowed him time to go sailing, which he loved. In addition to being Beatles fans, we also shared a love of Toulouse-Lautrec paintings, Steven Spielberg movies, and for some inexplicable reason, blue Jell-O. 

It wasn't until six months later that we started going out. He accidentally left his wallet at the table, and when I called to tell him I had it, he offered to take me out to dinner to thank me. 

We went to a very upscale place, much nicer than the diner—not to mention more expensive, and all night I kept saying how weird it was to be sitting at the table with Rob and not serving him. After dinner we went to the beach, and lay on the sand just looking up at the stars, wrapped in each others arms. Just as our faces tilted towards each other and we were about to kiss, Rob confessed that he had left his wallet there on purpose, hoping I would call him, and he could use that as an excuse to go on a date with me. He was surprised when I told him I knew, and asked me why I agreed to go out with him. I said that if he hadn't asked me, I would have asked him, and then he leaned in and pressed our lips together.

That night we made love for the first time, and from there our relationship became a whirlwind. Six months after our first date we were engaged. My parents were a bit surprised, since I was only 19 at the time and Rob was 30, but they loved Rob, and gave us their blessing. Then it was time to tell Rob's parents, and it was then that I found out who he was, who his parents were, and just what kind of family I was marrying into. When Rob said he worked in finance, he meant that he was the vice president of several large banks, second only to his father the president and CEO. I knew that he was well off, but I didn't know until that point just how well off he actually was, which was good for both of us, because we both knew I was in love with Rob and not his money. 

The Carringtons had been out of the country during most of the six months we dated. Rob had told them about me, but I had yet to meet them. Admittedly I was nervous about the whole ordeal, and when we finally broke the news of our engagement to Ethan and Cynthia, of course, they were upset. With me in the next room, Rob's parents told him what a mistake he was making by marrying a poor girl half his age who was probably only after his money anyway. Rob was so upset that he stormed out of the house and three months later we drove to Las Vegas and tied the knot, sans parents. 

I actually worked at the diner for a while after the wedding, and Rob still came in to eat, but then one day he surprised me with a college application and a blank check. I told him I didn't want to take advantage of him, but he insisted that I was his wife, and he knew going to college would make me happy, which is all he wanted. Naturally, this sent the Carringtons over the edge, assuming this is what I had hoped to achieve by marrying their son. The fact that I graduated Summa Cum Laude and managed to start up my own clothing store did nothing to dissuade them. I thought perhaps over time things would get better, but unfortunately they just got worse. I was never invited over to their home for holidays, Sunday dinners, or, well, any reason, really. Whenever they called and I answered the phone, they would immediately hang up, and to this day they still try to set Rob up with other women. Ethan and Cynthia have each come to me on separate occasions and offered me obscene amounts of money to divorce Rob, an offer that is of course immediately rejected. Rob and I have told them a hundred times that we love each other and if they don't like it, then that's too bad, but as anyone in the business world will tell you, Ethan Carrington is a hard man to tell no.

Rob's parents aside, we actually do have a wonderful marriage. Rob is the kindest, sweetest, most generous man I could have ever asked for, not to mention an animal in the sack. Aside from the occasional squabble over which movie to see or where to go on vacation, we rarely ever argue. I guess that's because we have no secrets from each other...or at least we didn't, until that fateful day...

It all began on the Friday of a three day weekend. Rob was going to go out on his boat for the weekend, and as usual when he was gone, I was going to use the time to veg out on John Hughes movies, make an avocado face mask, and eat an entire pepperoni pizza by myself. This weekend I was adding "work on the spring line" to the agenda, something I had been meaning to do all season, but couldn't because of a problem with suppliers. Whatever, I work better under pressure anyway. 

I came home from my studio and immediately settled into a nice hot bath with a glass of wine. Then I put on my comfy sweats and an old T-shirt of Rob's that I loved and ordered the pizza. I was on my third glass of wine when I spread myself out on the couch in front of my drawing pencils and sketch book and pressed play on the DVD, hoping that the god-awful fashions of the eighties would inspire me to come up with some great designs. I was all set to work when the doorbell rang.

"Damn," I muttered, and went to answer it. Thinking it was the pizza guy, I grabbed my purse, hoping I had enough cash for a good tip, since it was a whole fifteen minutes sooner than they'd told me on the phone. 

I swung open the door and was shocked to see my father.

"Ethan!" I cried. "T-this is a surprise." That was an understatement. I could literally count on one hand the number of times Ethan had come to our townhouse in the six years Rob and I had been married, and it occurred to me that in all that time, I had never been alone with him.

"Yes, I imagine it is, may I come in?" Ethan stepped inside the house without waiting for my answer, and my heart began to pound. Even after all these years he still made me nervous. The way he spoke always reminded me of Hannibal Lector, very prim and proper and terrifying.

"Rob isn't here," I said, still holding the door open, hoping this would make him leave. 

"Yes, I know, he's going to be away the entire weekend, isn't he? But no matter, it's actually you I've come to see, Laura." That struck me. He never called me Laura—always young lady or Miss Roth, my maiden name, and as I reluctantly closed the door I was filled with an impending sense of doom. 

"I hope I haven't interrupted something," Ethan said, gazing at my drawings.

"Oh, um, no, not-not really," I stammered. "I-I was just working on..." 

"I see you've had some wine, perhaps you need another glass," Ethan said, gesturing to the half-empty glass on the table. "I'll have one, as well."

"Yes, uh-of course, I should have offered. I'll just go in the kitchen a-and get you some." I hurried off into our kitchen and grabbed a wine glass. I realized I was shaking, and, worried it would break, I set it down on the counter. I needed to get a grip. I couldn't let Ethan shake me, I wouldn't. He was probably just here to offer me another bribe to divorce Rob, and the sooner I told him no, the better. I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then grabbed both the glass and bottle and returned to the living room where Ethan had placed himself on the couch. I handed him the glass and poured until he signaled me to stop, then set the bottle down on the coffee table. Ethan took a sip and smiled.

"Ah, the seventy-five," he said, admiring the wine bottle. "Truly an excellent year, don't you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose," I said. 

"Well, it isn't as if you would know. You weren't even born then were you? You'll join me of course," Ethan said, topping off my glass and handing it to me. I took it reluctantly. "Cheers." 

I took a gulp, then set it down. 

"Ethan," I said as calmly as I could manage. "My guess is you didn't come here to drink with me, so, if you don't mind, why don't you just offer me whatever it is you've come to bribe me with so that I can tell you no. I really do need to get back to work."

Ethan turned to me and smiled. "And here I thought I made you nervous. The cat has some claws after all. Very well then, Laura I will get right to the point. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that my wife and I have not always looked on you in the kindest regard. You have no family background, no social standing, and quite frankly, you are not the spouse we would have chosen for our son."

Harsh as this was, it wasn't the first time I'd heard it, and I didn't even flinch.

"And yet, despite our numerous efforts, it appears we are stuck with you, as my son is quite taken with you, or so he claims. Pity that. I suspect it has everything to do with what you have on under those ghastly rags." 

I was suddenly very aware that I was not wearing a bra, and that the breeze from the fan was making my nipples hard and quite visible through the nearly threadbare fabric. Ethan didn't even try to hide his gaze, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of embarrassing me. My blood began to boil and I gripped the arms of the chair as Ethan calmly took another sip. 

"What is it you want, Ethan?" I asked suddenly bursting out of my chair and placing myself in front of him.

Ethan held the stem of the glass between his thumb and index finger, twirling it thoughtfully, admiring the way the light played with the redness of the liquid inside.

"What is it I want?" Ethan repeated. He turned to face me. "Why, I want what any man wants my dear, and that is to make his wife happy. And of course nothing would make my Cynthia happier than to be rid of you."

Ethan stood and walked toward me, backing me against the wall. He reached in his coat and for a moment I was worried he was going to pull out a gun. Instead he pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. But it occurred to me that this just might be something Ethan would do as a last resort, and I began to tremble nervously.

"Y-you're not going to kill me, are you?" I asked.

Ethan looked at me sharply. 

"Kill you!" Ethan exclaimed. His eyes burned, but then he laughed, a hard cackle that made my skin crawl. "Well, perhaps that is common practice in the trailer you crawled out from under. My dear, if I were going to kill you, believe me, no one would know, least of all you, silly thing. Killing is so barbaric, and I'd like to think I'm a bit more civilized than that, eh?"

Ethan walked over to our bookcase, where he picked up a picture of Rob and me on our wedding day. He traced the designs on the silver frame as he said, "Besides, it would put a kink in the plans I have for you. Oh yes, kink indeed." He looked at me again, and if I didn't know better, I could swear he had lust in his eyes.

"You see, Laura," he continued, turning back to me. "The other thing that would make my wife happy is to have grandchildren."

Grandchildren? I thought. That's what this was about? Rob and I had agreed to hold off on having children until after I had finished college, but then the store took off, and we really hadn't broached the subject again.

"Cynthia always wanted to have a big family, you know, but unfortunately there was a complication with a miscarriage and she had to have a hysterectomy. And how she has eagerly awaited the day when her only son would present her with a grandchild, a legacy. But you have yet to provide a Carrington heir. You have been far too occupied with wasting Rob's money to give him a child—wasting it on your silly education and your little rag store."

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I got right in his face, or as much as I could. I had to stand on my tip toes to bridge much of the gap between Ethan's 6'0 frame and my 5'4.

"I'm sorry Ethan, but whether Rob and I have children or not is no concern of yours or Cynthia's!"

"Oh, but I disagree. You see, Rob has told me he wants to have children, but he doesn't want to push you because he loves you." Suddenly the smile faded from Ethan's face and he backed me against the wall, pinning my arms at my sides. I struggled a bit, but I was no match for Ethan physically. Besides having eight inches on me in height, he also had a good hundred pounds or so in weight, most of it muscle.

"Rubbish," he spat. "There is only one reason for marrying a younger woman and that's to breed her, to keep her belly full of your seed and her breasts full of milk as long as possible. And that's just what's going to happen to you, young lady."

"Y-you want me and Rob to have a baby?" I squeaked.

"Well that would be ideal, but you see, Rob would never force you to get pregnant before you're ready. At that rate I'd be dead before seeing my first grandchild. I, on the other hand, won't afford you that same courtesy."

My mouth went dry. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying, Laura, that tonight you and I are going to conceive a child for both Rob and Cynthia. I am going to fuck you and knock you up, to borrow a phrase from the crude vernacular to which you're accustomed, and once you're pregnant I'm going to continue to fuck you silly and suckle the milk from your sweet breasts." Looking into Ethan's face I realized that he was actually serious about getting me pregnant against my will.

"You can't do that," I cried, horrified. 

"Oh, I think you'll find I can." He removed his hand from my wrist and placed it on my breast, massaging it through the flimsy material of the shirt. Despite my hatred for him, Ethan's touch excited me, and I felt myself start to get wet. It occurred to me that if I didn't say something soon, this was really going to happen.

"I wouldn't get pregnant if you fucked me tonight anyway," I said brazenly. "I'm on the pill."

"Or so Dr. Gilliam would have you believe."

My eyes went wide. How did he know the name of my gynecologist?

"My dear, you are forgetting the Carrington's have a wing named after them at the Freemont hospital, not to mention that my brother is on the board. One phone call from me and just like that I can obtain your medical records and turn your birth control pills into placebos. You've been taking nothing but sugar tablets for the past three months, and since it is two weeks until your next period, you should be quite fertile." I gasped! He was right, and if he was telling the truth, I could get pregnant tonight. 

"I'll tell Rob," I threatened.

"Tell him what? That his father, who for years has professed his extreme dislike for his wife, has actually been harboring a secret passion for her, so much so that he fucked her and made her pregnant? Though that may indeed be the case, my son will never believe it, even if it does come from that pretty little mouth of yours." With that Ethan bent down and kissed me, tracing my lips with his tongue, then forcing them apart. He had my arms pinned, so try as I might, I couldn't escape his kiss. It sent chills through my body, but in a very good way. I was still shaking when he pulled away and licked his lips.

"Mmm, so sweet," he whispered as his hand returned to my breast.

"I'll tell your wife!" I threatened as he began pinching and twisting the nub of my nipple.

"Who do you think came up with the idea?" Ethan asked, laughing. "A very good revenge plot, wouldn't you agree? Making someone you detest carry the child of someone she detests, absolutely delicious. And you will carry this child," Ethan said, turning suddenly serious. "Because if I find out that you had an abortion, you will truly find out what it means to cross Ethan Carrington."

With my jaw clenched and tears streaming down my face, I asked, "What makes you think I'll go along with this?" 

"Oh, a number of reasons," Ethan said smugly. "For one, if you'll check your bank records, you'll note that there have been several wire transfers from Rob's own trust fund into a Cayman Islands bank account in your name. If you refuse, which I know you won't, I would be forced to point out this little fact to Rob, surely breaking his heart, and ensuring that he will pull out as an investor of your little dress shop, not to mention divorce you and leave you with nothing. For another, I have slipped a drug into your wine glass. In a few minutes, not only will you be getting very horny, but your inhibitions will be lowered and you will be begging me to fuck you pregnant. So you see, my dearest Laura, it really is your choice. Either I impregnate you and you carry my child, or you can refuse and lose Rob, not to mention everything you've worked for."

Looking into his eyes, I knew he meant what he said. I had to think of a way out of this, but my brain was numb. All I could think was how good Ethan's hand felt kneading my breast. This was really going to happen. Defeated, I nodded.

"Excellent. Now, strip for me, my little slut."

Tears flowing, I lifted the shirt up over my head, revealing my 36C breasts. The air hit my nipples, turning them into hard pink nubs. 

"Yes, yes, lovely," Ethan said as he gazed at my breasts. He reached out and cupped them, thumbing the nipples. He bent down and took one of the delicate nubs in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth before sucking it strongly. It felt so good in the warm wet heat of his mouth, and I moaned despite myself. Ethan switched his ministrations to the other breast, and I felt myself getting even wetter.

"Mmm," he said as he pulled back. "My child will enjoy feeding from those breasts, I've no doubt." Keeping one hand on my breast, with the other Ethan trailed his index finger down the center of my stomach, tracing my bellybutton before slipping inside my pants. He palmed my freshly shaven pussy before trailing his finger along my moist slit, making me quiver. 

"Oh, my but you are wet, Laura, and I doubt the drugs have had their full effect on you. This is just you, you wicked girl, enjoying a man who is not your husband as he readies your tits for his baby. It has been so long since I've had a young thing like you, one who wets so easily. I must have a taste." I was still trembling as Ethan pulled down my sweat pants and spread my legs. I felt a million things, naked and exposed before him—anger, shame, and yet, I was very excited. I could feel his hot breath on my tingling pussy, then gasped at the warmth of his tongue as it licked my nether lips. Using his fingers he spread me open, exposing my clit, which he then teased with his tongue, flickering over it, and using his teeth to nip before sucking on it.

I couldn't help but moan as waves of pleasure washed over me and I felt my stomach tighten up. My knees felt as if they were going to give out and I gripped Ethan's shoulders for support. My breathing became labored as he continued licking me, and when he stuck his tongue inside of me, I came hard and fast, trembling and moaning.




Blackmail Baby



"You liked that, little girl," Ethan said standing up in front of me. "I must say you taste even better than I imagined, ripe and ready for a baby. Just exquisite. And looking at you naked, I can see why my son insists on staying married to you. I bet you are just a terrific fuck." With that Ethan scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me up the stairs. This was it, I was really going to be bred by my father.

"In here," I said, pointing to the guest room.

"Oh no," Ethan said, walking past the door. "I can't think of a better place to conceive this child in your marital bed." He walked down the hall to the master bedroom and kicked the door wide open. He laid me carefully on the bed and spread my thighs. 

"And now, to truly indulge," he said as he renewed his assault on my throbbing loins. I gasped at the invasion of his tongue inside of me, and I could feel my juices oozing out faster than Ethan could lap them up. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure. All of a sudden I felt my areolas tighten and my nipples tingle and I grabbed Ethan's head and pressed my pussy deeper into his mouth.

"Oh god, uhhh, I'm going to cum!" I cried as my hips bucked up and down and my stomach contracted. My hands flew to my breasts and I began cupping and twisting my nipples in rhythm with his licking. My body was a supernova about to explode in pleasure, which I did when I felt Ethan's teeth clamp down on my clit. 

"Oh, shit, oh fuck, ahhh!" I moaned in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. I felt Ethan move away from me as I lay gasping for breath. 

"That was a very intense orgasm, wasn't it, my dear?" I heard him say. "The drugs must be working their way through your system. Soon you'll be begging me to give you a baby." I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes to see Ethan naked atop me, his monster cock just inches from my mouth.

I had never seen Ethan in anything other than three piece suits, so seeing him naked was truly a surprise. Beneath his clothing he was hiding the body of a perfectly sculpted Greek Statue, and I realized that at 55, his body still resembled his 35-year-old son's, all except for that monster cock. At 8 inches, Rob was the biggest I had ever been with. His father's was easily two inches longer and thicker, and he wasn't even completely hard yet. The bulbous head was leaking precum.

"Get it ready for me," Ethan ordered. "Suck me nice and hard to I can give you the baby you know you want."

I took a deep breath and placed my lips around the head, flicking my tongue in and out of his hole. 

"Oh yeah, that's it," Ethan moaned as I took more of him into me. I'm proud of the fact that I can deep throat Rob, taking all 8 inches of his cock in my mouth, but because of Ethan's size, I could only get about four inches in. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, sliding in and out, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, making me gag a bit. 

"Yes, Laura, just like that. Oh, you can suck a cock, you little minx. You've had lots of practice, no doubt, you dirty girl." With his free hand he reached down and worked my nipple, playing with the sensitive little bit, driving me wild. I could feel my pussy juices leaking out of me, running from my slit to my ass hole and then onto the bedspread. 

Ethan was rock hard now, and he moaned as I continued sucking him. Just then he pulled out my mouth and began kissing my breasts again. My nipples were so sensitive that an orgasm began building up instantly. 

"You do have magnificent breasts," Ethan whispered against my tit flesh. "They're so firm and ripe, and they're going to be so juicy when they're leaking milk. Tell me you want that, Laura. Say it."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I want my tits to fill up with milk for you, I want you to drink from my breasts."

"Soon, darling, very soon. But first we have to make you pregnant. Shall I do that now? Shall I make you my little pregnant slut?"

"Yes, yes," I said, too far gone to argue. I just needed to cum. "I want to have your baby, Ethan. Knock me up, knock up your son's wife. Make me a mommy with your seed." Were those words really coming from me? 

"Oh, you are terrible. You are nothing but a slut, wanting a man who is not your husband to impregnate you! You dirty girl. Oh but far be it from me to deny a slut what it is she wants. Shall I fuck you, Laura? Do you want this?" He placed his cock head at my entrance, smearing my juices across it.

"Yes! Oh, god, umm, I need it, I need to cum so bad. Put it in me, please."

"With a condom?"

"No, no, I want you in my womb, I want you to make me a baby." I didn't mean it, but I couldn't stop myself from saying it.

"If you insist, my dear." I felt Ethan's cock enter me, slowly stretching my vagina to the brink. "You're so tight, Laura. So tight and wet! You feel wonderful on my cock, you know. I'm going to feel wonderful inside of you when I give you a baby."

Ethan sank his cock further into me, and it felt like he was splitting me in two. I had never felt so filled. I cringed a bit in pain, but then Ethan began stroking my clit again and soon the pain was gone. He was about halfway in when he pulled out and I moaned, missing the hardness of him. Another orgasm was quickly building, and just as I came, Ethan shoved himself completely inside of me.

"Ahh!" I cried out in pleasure and pain, and gripped Ethan.

"There, there, my dear," he said as he held himself inside of me. "We've got to give your tiny pussy time to get used to me." He bent down and began kissing my breasts, the feel of his soft lips making me tremble. My whole body was electrified. Every part of me seemed to be wired to my pussy, and wherever Ethan touched me gave me a sexual shock—my ribs, my stomach, the sides of my breasts. Before I knew it I was moaning with desire and Ethan was slipping easily in and out of my pussy. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed in deeper. I cried out as he hit the bottom of my cervix, loving the feeling of his balls slapping my asshole. 

"You are loving this, my dear," he whispered in my ear. "You're so wet and willing for my cock. Your lovely nipples are so hard and raw, just like they'll be when you've got my baby in you." He was right. I didn't know if it was the drugs or not, but this was the best fuck I'd ever had. Suddenly Ethan pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, then, with his hands on my breasts, forced me down on his cock. 

I couldn't believe it. There I was bouncing up and down on my father's cock and loving it. He grabbed my breasts and pinched and twisted the nipples as he pummeled me. I gripped his thighs for support as I felt him plunge deeper and deeper with in me. All of a sudden he thrust in one final time, so deep I cried out in shock and a bit of pain, and held himself there. I was so close to coming.

"Oh, yes, Laura, I'm in your cervix now, my dear. Do you want me to finish the job and blow my load into your fertile pussy?"

"Yes!" I gasped. "I need to cum so bad, Ethan, fuck me please." Ethan leaned forward and kissed me, capturing my bottom lip in his teeth. He squeezed my nipples even harder and thrust up in me again.

"Shall I cum in you, Laura? Do you want me to coat your womb with my seed?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, I want it. I want your baby in me. I want to be pregnant for you and Rob. Unhh, please, Ethan, fill me with a baby so my breasts will fill with milk for you, umm, I need it now!" With that Ethan's hands left my aching nipples, which had turned red from both the sucking and pinching. His left arm went around my hips while his right hand went to my clit and began rubbing it earnest. I could feel my pussy contracting around his cock, and my body began trembling in anticipation of my orgasm.

"You're close now, aren't you? Your body is betraying you, my dear. Your womb wants my baby in it and your pussy is about to make it happen. You're milking my cock, Laura, oh, I'm so close. Cum for me and suck the seed from me into you." With that he sent me over the edge and my hips bucked and my vaginal walls contracted around Ethan's invading tool. Ethan reached around and swallowed a waiting nipple into his mouth, making me cum harder and faster. All of a sudden I felt my whole body shake, and Ethan's penis seemed to get even larger within me. He became very rigid beneath me, and I felt his cock surge and shoot deep inside my heated depths. The pressure and the flood of his warm cum gave me one final orgasm, sucking the sperm deeper into my womb. He continued to shoot in me for almost a minute, holding my hips rigid as he kept his cock firmly plugged in my pussy. 

We stayed like that for a while, both panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, with Ethan occasionally stroking my still hard breasts, which of course gave me another orgasm, and I knew that any eggs I had in my uterus didn't stand a chance. After a while, Ethan eased us back on the bed and a wave of exhaustion over came me, and I fell asleep in his arms. 

I woke to pee in the middle of the night, Ethan still wrapped around me. I quickly disentangled myself and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at the sticky white mess between my legs, and after peeing, I took a warm wet washcloth and wiped it away. As I stared at myself in the mirror, the enormity of what was happening began to sink in.

It had been a while since I'd really considered motherhood. Of course I wanted to have children, but the idea was always on a backburner in my mind. Now thanks to Ethan, it was ripped into my conscious thinking. Was I really pregnant? I wondered. And more importantly, could I have a baby? Of course, money wasn't an issue, and yes, I had graduated college. But there was my store and my clothing line was just taking off, and I would often have to jet off to Paris or Milan at a moment's notice, something I wouldn't do with a baby. And then there was Rob! If I was pregnant, this child would be his sibling! I sighed. I couldn't even begin to process all of this now. It was late and I was tired. I turned off the bathroom light and opened the door into the bedroom. To my surprise the light was on, and Ethan was looking straight at me, propped up on his side.

"Now I hope you weren't leaving on my account," he said with his crooked smile.

"I just went to the restroom," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"I trust you haven't done anything irrational, hmm? Because you know if you've wiped my sperm away, I'll just have to put some more in." Ethan pulled me down on the bed next to him, grabbing my ass and pressing me against his hard wall of muscle. Speaking of hard, his cock was already at attention, pressing against my thigh eagerly. Like a moth to a flame his lips were on my breasts, teasing, biting, licking, sucking, and making me wet. Just as I was about to come, he flipped me over onto all fours, then sank his full length into me. Gripping my hips, Ethan slid in and out of me.

"Yes, oh yes, harder," I moaned. "Oh, god, Ethan, fuck me. I need to come, make me cum."

"Soon, my darling, very soon." Ethan reached down and pulled on my nipples. "Just thinking about milking these makes me so hard." I was shaking, my body tensing up in pleasure.

"Oh, Ethan, don't stop! Make me cum, oh, I'm so close!"

"That's it, my little slut, beg me. Beg for your father's sperm."

"I want it so bad," I panted. "Please, Ethan, give me your sperm." Still inside me, Ethan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up to him. He kissed my neck and cupped and twisted my nipples, then began rhythmically tapping my clit.

"Come with me, Laura," he said. "Come with me and the same seed that made your husband will make you a baby. I know you're close. I can feel your pussy sucking at me. That's it, suck a little harder and you'll suck the sperm into you." My body tightened even more, and then I exploded in pleasure as I felt Ethan go rigid and grip my hips so tightly that I was certain he had bruised the skin. He cried out and again I felt the pressure of him spraying his seed inside of me. I collapsed down on the bed, my ass high in the air, Ethan still inside of me. I could feel the warmth of our mixture swirling about inside of me, and I imagined Ethan's sperm swimming deep within me, and making me pregnant, if it hadn't done so already.

When I awoke the next morning Ethan was gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I put on my bathrobe and headed down to the kitchen to get some aspirin.

"Good morning."

I looked up and saw Ethan sitting at the table, wearing Rob's bathrobe. Immediately I was angry.

"Why the hell are you still here?" I asked as I went to the cabinet where we kept our pills.

Ethan clicked his tongue disapprovingly as I took down the aspiring bottle and shook out a few into my palm.

"Well, someone isn't a morning person," Ethan said as he sipped his coffee. "Perhaps you'll feel better after you eat something." 

I grabbed a glass of water and swallowed the pills. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon made my stomach growl, and I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. I looked over at the table and saw it was laid out with breakfast foods—omelets and a fruit bowl and a plate of bacon.

"Do come and join me," Ethan said, pulling out a chair. I hesitated, but hunger won out over anger, and I sat down. I grabbed a fork and took a bite of the omelet, relishing the taste.

"This is amazing," I said.

"One of my many talents," Ethan said smugly. "Enjoy." We ate our meal in silence. Admittedly I ate more than my fair share, which only made Ethan smile. When I finished I said, "Well, thank you for breakfast. I suppose you'll be leaving now."

"Oh, quite the contrary," Ethan said, standing up. 

"Excuse me?" I said. It felt like the meal was going to come back up on me. He stood behind me and began to rub my shoulders. 

"My son won't return for another two days, do you really think I'm going to let the opportunity to fuck you go by? I meant what I said, my dear, I am going to continue to fill you with my seed this entire weekend until you are pregnant." 

With that he slipped the robe down around my shoulders, exposing my breasts. 

"No, don't," I gasped. He squeezed my nipples between his fingers, so hard I moaned. My head rolled back against the hardness of his stomach and I relaxed into his touch. I let Ethan pull me up out of the chair, and he bent me over the table. Lifting up my robe, he spread my legs, and I felt the air hit my pussy. I was wet, and Ethan took his fingers and smeared my juices over my clit.

Ethan bent down and began licking and sucking at my pussy lips, drinking my juices as they flowed easily out of me.

"Ahh," I gasped as his tongue entered me. Suddenly Ethan stood up, and I felt his stiff cock enter me from behind, completely filling my pussy, the heat of him inside me making me shiver. Slowly he slid in and out of me, drawing out the torture, so much so that I began to rut and push back against his him, wanting him to pound me.

"Your mouth may say 'no', Laura, but your body is more than willing. You're a bitch on heat, and your fertile cunt is begging me to put a baby in it." I tried to rear up and get him closer to me, but Ethan held me down, crushing my breasts into the table, the cold marble top making my nipples so hard they hurt. 

"Ethan, ohhh, guh, nnn, fuck me, fuck me and make me cum," I cried out.

"Yes, darling, yes, soon, my dear. Soon I'll pump you so full of my sperm and make a baby in you, maybe two. Oooh, your cunt is so good, Laura, I can only imagine how much better you're going to be pregnant. I'm so close, dear, so close to cumming in you." Ethan gripped my hips and began to slam in and out of me, harder and harder and faster and faster. I felt my pussy tingle and contract around his cock, followed by the sweet release. Another orgasm was coming fast and hard on top of that one, and Ethan slammed in me one final time. I came just after he groaned and shot his load into me. I stayed bent over the table for a moment, panting, until Ethan lifted me up and carried me back to the bedroom.

During the next two days I was in a state of constant arousal, and there was hardly a moment Ethan wasn't inside of me, either pumping me full of his seed or keeping it inside of me with his cock. I both hated and loved it; hated it because I was being forcibly impregnated with another man's child, but on the other hand it was the best sex of my life. He fucked me in every position, though he liked to have me on top riding him, taking his cum into my belly myself. Every time I thought about being made pregnant by him it made me both excited and horrified. He finally left Monday evening, a few hours before Rob came home. I jumped on Rob the second he came in the door, making love to him in the shower, praying he wouldn't notice how stretched out I was.

The next two weeks were the most nerve-wracking of my life. I barely slept or ate, and I was uncontrollably jittery. Whenever Rob asked me about it, I lied and said I was worried about fashion week, which would make him laugh and reassure me that I was the most talented designer in the business, and I had nothing to worry about. I loved that he was so supportive, but it made me wonder how he would react if I was pregnant. I thought about asking him, but I didn't want to broach the subject until it was absolutely necessary. 

Sure enough, I missed my period, and a pregnancy test confirmed that I was carrying my father's child. I sat there staring at that little pink plus sign, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I looked over at the countertop where the test carton sat. It said to consult a physician for a more accurate result. That gave me hope. Maybe it was a false positive—people got those all the time. 

Just then the bathroom door swung open and Rob stood in the doorway.

"Oh, sorry, babe, I didn't know you were in h...is that what I think it is?" he asked staring at the pregnancy test in my hands. "Is it...are you?"

I turned it around so he could see the result window. 

"Oh my god, Laura, you're pregnant? We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yes, I'm going to have a baby," I said, which was weird to say aloud. Rob kneeled in front of me and took my face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed me, devouring my mouth hungrily. 

"Sweetie this is so great!" Rob said.

"You're not upset?" I asked cautiously.

"Upset? Why would I be upset? If anything I'm surprised, cause you're on the pill and all—"

"Well it is only 99.9 percent effective," I interjected quickly. "I must just be that point one percent."

"I always knew you were one in a million." Rob kissed me again with more intensity, and I melted into his arms, secretly hoping that the test was wrong. 

Two weeks later I went to the doctor who told me that I was indeed four weeks pregnant. As I lay there on the exam table, looking at the tiny spot on the ultra sound monitor, the reality of the situation hit me. I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother. This should have been the happiest moment of my life, but instead it was tainted by the fact that the father of my child was not my husband, and I began to cry.

But then I realized that this didn't have to be a curse. Even though he was trying to hurt me, Ethan had given me the gift of a tiny life growing inside of me, and I knew in that instant I loved this baby, regardless of its origins.

Rob of course was over the moon when I called to tell him the news. He wanted to call everyone and tell them, but thankfully I convinced him not to erect a billboard until I was in my second trimester. As soon as I got back to work that afternoon, my assistant told me I had a phone call.

"I hear you are to be congratulated my dear," Ethan's voice came over the receiver. My throat closed up. Of course Ethan would have found out. Damn that doctor. I was going to have to switch hospitals.




Blackmail Baby



To be continued...



Blackmail Backfires



I'm really thankful to Katy Reznicek for editing my story and making changes without changing the real essence.

*****

Once every couple weeks, I would quietly sneak out of my apartment around 10:00 pm in traditional attire (Salwar Kameez). My friend Tina would pick me up from the nearby medical hall, which is open until midnight. We would race to her apartment at Madhapur, which is roughly sixteen miles away. Once there, I would change out of my traditional clothes into something naughty and skimpy like a tank top and miniskirt or shorts. Her paramour Vinod would join us and we would hangout at a nearby pub, enjoy a few drinks, and then crash at her place. We'd sleep until afternoon to get rid of the hangover. I would change into my traditional attire then leave for home.

I follow this routine religiously and most of the time we meet on Saturdays. Both Vinod and Tina wanted me to hobnob with single men and find a partner. They would introduce men of my age, around 35, but I never showed any interest in them. Most of Tina and Vinod's picks were well behaved and boring in conversation, never straying from the typical small-talk guidelines of politics, sports, and finances.

One night I was with Vinod and Tina at 'The Club'. It was Saturday night and there was loud music and bustling crowd. We arrived early, so we ensconced ourselves at a table in the rooftop garden. It was slightly better there than inside. The DJ played heavy music and great remixes of Western, Bollywood and Punjabi Music. The rooftop was full of foreigners, most in town on business trips. There were some white western women getting stares and attention from all the desperate Indian men.

Less attention from desperate men at a pub is always a good sign. I could relax and feel less apprehensive. I settled back with some gin and watched what was going on around me. Vinod and Tina were discussing the latest breaking news: the murder of a woman who is a media tycoon. Not my kind of topic. I was rather indifferent to what they were talking and analyzing. They were merely speculating.

I finished my second glass rather quickly for someone who only drinks occasionally, and Vinod noticed that I was getting drunk. But he didn't bother to stop me. Then I noticed a couple of young men, maybe in their late teens, staring at me. Well this was strange. How did the attention of these two teens shift to me when there were interesting, foreign women to ogle? It didn't bother me for while. I was very tipsy and enjoying the reverberating beat of music filling the club.

After a few minutes I realized that one of the teens staring at me was fidgeting and shifting nervously. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him, maybe because of the alcohol. He was trying to be inconspicuous, but I saw that he was keeping a watch on my movements. With all the alcohol in my bloodstream, I was getting careless in my short skirt. This young lad was leering at my legs, and I was sitting squarely facing him.

Meanwhile, my next drink came. This would have to be my last one. I couldn't take more than this. I tried to remember to keep my legs closer together, but still this guy stared. He was desperately waiting for an opportunity, and I was torn between parting my legs and tease him and being modest. He was trying to stand so that he could get a better view. I noticed him still moving, and looking at his desperate attempt I decided to tease. I uncrossed my legs and my skirt slid up my parted thighs. My white panties were on display. His eyes were glued to my underwear. After gawking openly, he dared to move a little closer. I glanced away as I finished my drink, and by the time I looked up to find my voyeur friend again, he had vanished.

It was half past two morning. Both Tina and Vinod noticed how drunk I was, and we decided to leave. We went to the apartment where I slept like a log. I woke up at Noon. After taking painkillers for my head, we had coffee and brunch. Then I changed to a decent traditional dress Salwar Kameez and left.

I got back home at around 1:30 in the afternoon. It was Sunday and dad was out. He was busy these days dating his new lover. I was still dizzy, so I decided to relax and spend some time on the internet. I opened my laptop and logged into Facebook. Plenty of friend requests waited for me, including one from Sandeep Kumar. I wonder if he knew that his mom was dating my dad. I accepted the request. Suddenly I received a message from Sandeep. 'Hi'.

I didn't reply. This time he attached a picture and typed a comment "Hope you had fun last night." That message got my attention. It was a picture from the club last night. That guy who'd been staring took some up-skirt snaps and passed them to Sandeep! Or maybe he was spreading them around online. Son of bitch! I was angry and petrified. He wasn't just checking me out; he had taken advantage of my carelessness and took pictures! Worse yet: my face was in the pictures as well as my underwear.

This was creepy.

Sandeep messaged me yet again asking for my phone number. I refused to give it to him, and tried to find out where he got the pictures. Instead of answering, Sandeep replied, "Hey slut me and my friends want to screw you. We want to fuck your fat ass and big cunt."

His brazenness didn't surprise or worry me. I knew there was no point in arguing over the internet. I told him to calm down, and eventually convinced him to meet me alone the next evening at nearby café. Even still, he was degrading, responding that I'd better be on birth control because he was eager to fuck me without protection after we met. I send a smile and ended the conversation.

After this conversation, I quickly went to dad's room and downloaded few picture of him and his girlfriend Ritika in some compromising positions. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but there was no other choice. The guilt of jeopardizing my dad's reputation lingered my mind, but the stakes were high. I wanted to teach Sandeep a good lesson.

The next evening he was there, waiting for me at the café. I deliberately arrived 15 minutes late, garnering some nasty texts from Sandeep. Once I reached him, he looked at me and gave a devilish smile. His smugness didn't bother me much. We slowly entered the restaurant and took the corner seat. I couldn't help but notice he was good-looking.

"Right so let's not waste time in small talk and come to the point."

His confidence was impressive. I nodded and didn't utter a single word. Let him bask in glory I pretended as if I've submitted to his pervert desires- very soon the tables would turn.

"My friend owns a farm house. If you want to save yourself, then join us there. There are few good friends of mine and we share everything." He smirked.

"Before you threaten me further, I suggest you take a look at this picture." I pulled out my phone and held it right in front of his face. He was startled, looking at his mom in bikini.

"Now what should I do with this picture? I wonder if this should be shared with your friends. I thought you knew that my dad wasn't simply mentoring your mom. They are in a full-fledged relationship."

To make him feel more miserable I showed few more pics of my dad and his mom being intimate. He was humiliated and speechless. He couldn't overcome the shock of seeing his mom this way.

At last I broke the silence with a warning and made it crystal clear that I had sent some of the pictures to my friend Deepak, who works for a detective agency, and if anyone tried to harm me the pictures would be spread across the internet.

"You're trapped, poor thing. But don't worry we are a family now. All I desire is sweet revenge."

"Hell no!" he retorted. "Your dad's reputation is also at stake."

That was a good point. Or maybe it was his last resort.

"I don't give a damn about anyone's reputation. My dad is on the verge of retirement. We can leave and settle in any damn corner of this country. Don't worry about my dad. He's understanding and open-minded. Think about yourself. How will you face your mom? Or better yet, how will she face you? Think about your reputation. Imagine your friends calling your mom a slut. Think about the humiliation."

I could tell from his body language that he had surrendered. Poor lad was now at my mercy. I'd backed him against the wall.

I smiled at his pathetic situation and said, "You can still save your ass."

He blinked for a few seconds and asked "How?"

"Well! Let's go to my place."

That brought him out of the shock. He was back to his misplaced optimism.

He followed me to my apartment like a bodyguard. He was slightly reluctant to enter the apartment. I dragged him in and made him sit on the bamboo sofa in the living room. I knew he was surprised and slightly apprehensive about my unpredictability, but was nevertheless excited as to what might happen. Maybe he was expecting seduction.

I went to my room and changed into a white halter mini dress, much above my knees. I decided to go commando. When I came out Sandeep was glancing at the newspaper. He looked at me, and his jaw dropped. He never expected this brazen behavior from me. My skirt was short and my boobs were nearly spilling out. I flipped my hair and sat on the opposite sofa with my legs crossed one over the other.

"Take off your pants," I said with a devilish smile on my face. He looked at me with full of lust, but showed some reluctance to strip.

"Young man," I said, "here is an attractive, mature woman with whom you wanted to unleash your lust. What a shame that you find it difficult to remove your clothes and display your tool."

I looked around and adjusted my hair and spread my legs wide open, exposing my sparsely haired pussy. "I hope this might help," I said coyly. Sandeep quickly found his courage and dropped his pants, making me laugh.

His face was flushed with excitement and in no time he pulled down his underwear and displayed his cock. Watching my pussy he started rubbing his cock, anticipating sex.

In a flash I removed my dress and stood there stark naked, my big boobs and curvaceous body on a display. He practically drooled over my body and started stroking his cock vigorously.

Then I brought a new twist to this excitement and quickly pulled out my laptop. He was holding his cock with a confused look. I opened a folder of images and turned the screen toward him. He quickly removed his hands from his cock feeling ashamed. I giggled at this expression. The picture on display was his nude mother.

"Please don't do that, I beg you. Please forgive me," he implored.

"This is my sweet revenge, darling. The WIFI is on I can send this picture of your mom to the entire world. Do as I say. Keep masturbating. Aren't you lucky to see two beautiful naked women?"

His incessant pleading did not make any difference, and I was hell-bent on getting my revenge and teaching him a good lesson. I wanted to humiliate him.

He continued stroking his hard cock. He was trying his best to watch my naked body but the laptop was placed on my lap so he couldn't avoid seeing his nude mom. Soon, he convulsed and spurted loads of cum, making a mess on my floor. He collapsed on the sofa with his eyes closed a few visible drops left on tip of his flaccid penis.

I'm sure he must have felt miserable. But that didn't satisfy me. About 15 minutes later his phone rang. He stepped toward his phone to answer the call, but my stern look stopped him from picking up the phone. Poor chap was scared.

I smiled at his helplessness and then allowed him to check the missed call. He checked and informed me that the person who called was Chetan, his cousin. The same chap who took my up skirt picture in the pub.

I asked, "How is he related to you?"

"My mom and his mom are sisters."

"Hmmm! This is getting really interesting. All in the family. Call him immediately. My revenge would be incomplete without him."

He meekly obeyed my orders and called his cousin. Within ten minutes he was there desperately knocking the door.

"Don't bother getting dressed Sandeep. Open the door let him see us nude."

As soon as Chetan entered, Sandeep locked the doors behind him. When our new guest saw us naked he mistakenly thought that I'd succumbed to the blackmail. He grinned at me with a smug look on his face.

Chetan occupied the corner chair and said, "Buddy the plan has worked at last."

I immediately retorted, "Not really. Tell him Sandeep. I'm sure he cares about his aunt."

It was funny to watch these two horny young men searching for words. It was obvious that Chetan couldn't figure out what was going on, and Sandeep had no clue how to explain.

I spread my legs wide open showing my cunt, my big boobs bouncing while I moved closer to Chetan. Chetan smiled and nudged his cousin saying, "If you're done I want to go next." That bewildered Sandeep.

"Before you get your hopes up, I'm sure this picture of your beloved aunt will change your plans."

Seeing his naked aunt made him angry. Initially he didn't want to succumb to my demand. 

He shouted, "How dare you take her pictures you whore."

I retaliated, "Fuck you, the pictures are already with my friend, and if you get any ideas these pictures will spread everywhere. Now let your cousin Sandeep explain why the hell he's turned into a mute spectator."

Sandeep took him to the corner and explained him everything. After hearing him out, Chetan looked into my eyes with anger and frustration. Rather than speaking, I turned my back to show my ass as I stroked it and lightly slapped it. Then I turned forward feeling and flaunted my curves, squeezing my boobs. Chetan's eyes greedily took in my entire body, but mostly fixed at my hips and pussy. He seemed helpless like his cousin.

"Have you ever given head?"

"No," said Chetan politely. His cousin had done a pretty good job placating him.

I settled comfortably on the sofa, spreading my legs wide open, legs dangling on the arms of the sofa while playing with my pussy.

Sandeep was erect again and I could see a bulge at Chetan's crotch.

"Your cock seems to be hard enough Chetan. Drop your pants."

Sandeep was apprehensive but Chetan obliged and dropped his pants, showing his cock in full erection.

"Good boy. Now Sandeep, you poor thing, your friend has never given head. The burden is on you. Give him head."

"Never, we are not gays."

"Okay, here is the laptop and the Facebook account. Let me share these pictures to my entire friend list."

"No don't do that!" they pleaded.

And then slowly Sandeep bent and caught hold of his cousin's penis and started masturbating him.

It was exhilarating to watch these two guys in action. They were in their late teens. They were horrified but it was still fun watching them.

"Enough masturbating, start the blow job."

"Spare us," Sandeep pleaded for the last time looking at me.

"Do as I say you idiot, stop pleading. This is your last warning."

He touched the dick this time with his tongue. Then started licking it everywhere, lubricating it with his saliva.

Meanwhile, I began massaging my pussy and slid my finger deep inside, fingering myself slowly to orgasm. I was enjoying watching my teenage admirer deep throat his cousin. Sandeep was sucking Chetan's hard cock and Chetan kept his eyes closed.

I was aroused watching Sandeep give head, though it turned out to be a punishment for Chetan. But he deserved it after that clandestine act of clicking my up skirt picture.

Sandeep sucked his cock harder and I fingered myself faster. Watching these naked young men giving a blowjob had certainly got me wet and hot.

After few minutes Chetan spurted loads of cum, spreading it across Sandeep's mouth and shoulder. Watching them cum was the tipping point. I was ecstatic and climaxed a few seconds later. 

We relaxed for some time. Both my admirers were tired and humiliated. I made them clean the mess and put everything back in order. They acquiesced to my demand and finally left dejected and humiliated.



Blackmail Birthday Present



Ted groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He didn't have to go into work today, but he wasn't particularly motivated to start the day either. He'd gone to bed forty-six years old and woke up forty-seven and felt rather blase about the whole thing. His sex life was practically non existent, his wife gone nearly ten years, and a single daughter who was getting ready to leave for college.

On any other birthday it would be Emma who'd be waking him up with breakfast in bed, something she'd done every year since she was twelve (and of course she did get better at it as time went on), however this week she was gone, at her college orientation. In many ways he wasn't ready for her to head off to college, but he knew he had to be strong, as she wasn't just giving up being daddy's little princess, but she would have to give up her best friend Bailey too.

Emma and Bailey had lived next to each other their whole lives, but didn't really become friends until the passing of Emma's mother. Over the last ten years Ted watched as the two girls formed a bond as strong as sisters--it'd even be arranged that if something would have happened to him that Bailey's parents would have taken care of Emma.

But now for the first time since she was eight, Emma and Bailey would be separated, each girl going to the school that was the best for them. But that meant a lonely forty-seventh birthday, and of course no more seeing his daughter's 'Best Friend Forever' in skimpy summer clothing.

The doorbell rang and Ted sat up, unsure of who would be calling this early in the morning. On a typical day, only the newspaper would arrive by now, but then again this wasn't a typical day. A sigh escaped his lips as he lumbered out of bed, dressed in boxers and a bathrobe and made his way down to the front door.

He opened it and looked out--the paper was there as expected, but also a plan manilla envelope. Looking at the envelope with curiosity he picked that up and forgot about the newspaper, shutting the door before tearing open the envelope.

Once opened, he reached inside and found three things: a stack of pictures, a letter, and a DVD. He set the pictures and the DVD down without looking and unfolded the letter to read it.

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"Mister Rikard,

It has come to our attention that you have been without the pleasure of a woman for several years. We are also aware that it is your birthday today, so we are giving you a gift--there is of course a catch. Enclosed with this letter you will find pictures and video of a girl who lives next door named Bailey Heron in some very compromising and personally embarrassing situations.

Since shortly after she turned eighteen, we have been gathering this material. She is already being blackmailed by us into providing some of the material you'll find on the DVD, and is aware that someday we would take her webcam blackmail and bring it into real life. Today is that day and you'll be the instrument of that blackmail.

So until midnight tonight, when she comes over you will invite her in and then blackmail her into sex. We are aware that you are not working today and she has no plans. You are to take full advantage of the situation, enjoying her however you would want to, mostly in your bedroom in front of your computer, but other places are acceptable too.

We have already gained access to your computer, and would be disappointed to learn if you didn't take advantages of some of the fetishes that you enjoy exploring on the internet. Also because of this, if you don't cooperate, we will plant material on your computer indicating you as the sole blackmailer.

As stated, she knows this is coming, so feel free to show this letter to her. She should be most cooperative at that point.

Remember, we will ruin you if you don't comply."

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Ted stared at the letter in disbelief for several minutes before finally setting it down. He looked over to the stack of pictures and picked it up. He only looked at the top picture and could tell it was from her house, probably from a webcam as the letter described. Bailey sitting in a chair, completely naked, pulling at her nipples. He cringed in embarrassment for the girl he'd watched grow up, but couldn't help but notice the stirring in his boxers.

He looked to the envelope again and saw there was a fourth item inside. Once he fished it out he groaned again, a 100mg Viagra pill wrapped in plastic. He took several deep breaths then sat down, needing time to think, to try and figure things out.

Time passed, perhaps an hour as he tried to reason through the situation in his mind--the DVD and the pictures drawing his glances every once in a while. He was tempted, how could he not be by this girl twenty-nine years younger. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang again and he instantly knew it was Bailey.

He put the manilla envelope over the pile of its contents--save for the letter, and went to the door. As soon as he opened it Bailey yelled out, "Happy Birthday Mister Rikard."

Ted couldn't help but grimace a little at the girl, but he thought for a moment about sending her away before finally saying, "Come in Bailey, and thank you."

Bailey didn't hesitate at all as she entered the house she'd spent quite a bit of her youth in. Ted couldn't help checking her out, in her shorts and tank top, with a bikini as underwear. Bailey was a pale, freckled redhead who generally wore a lot of sun screen in the summer. As soon as he closed the door she rounded on him with a hug and a smile. "Emma wanted me to give you that hug since she couldn't, and wanted me to make you breakfast."

He cringed a little and looked down at her as she broke the hug. "That's great Bailey, but before you do that, we need to talk."

Bailey couldn't help but notice that he sounded a little odd, and with a look of concern on her face she made her way over to the couch. "Is everything alright Mister Rikard?"

She knew she could call him Ted, but her parents had raised her to be respectful of her elders so she'd always addressed him so formally. 

"Yeah. I mean, no, not really." He couldn't find the words so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He just handed her the letter.

Ted sat down and watched nervously as the girl read the letter. It seemed to take her a long time, as though she was reading it several times just to make sure. Finally Bailey looked up and said, "I was afraid this would happen."

He was surprised. He doubted that the letter was genuine (even though the pictures were obviously). With a bit of concern he asked, "So what's going on Bailey?"

The teen let out a long sigh. "Well, as you know for my eighteenth birthday I got a new laptop. Well, it wasn't brand new, my parents couldn't afford one this year. Apparently where ever they got it, someone had already hacked into it. It started out simple, apparently they got pictures of me in my room changing and stuff like that, then one time they got a video from afar of me on my bed masturbating.

"From there the blackmail really started. They made me perform for a video once a week, and every night about ten minutes before I went to bed I had to pose for a photo in whatever way they wanted. I'm sure the pictures come from those."

She looked hesitant for a moment, wondering where they might be before Ted spoke up. "I only saw the top one Bailey. I haven't looked through them or the DVD either."

The expression on Bailey's face was one of forgiveness. "Thank you Ted for being considerate, but I suppose it won't matter since you're going to get to see and feel a lot more of me than the photos and videos would provide."

Ted was stunned into silence for a moment--'did she really just say that?' he wondered to himself. The fact that she actually used his first name was completely missed by him. "Are you saying you're going to go through with it?"

She stared at her best friend's father with an incredulous look on her face--he was about to stammer in response before she finally said, "Go through with it? I don't see what choice we have? They've threatened to ruin you if you don't, and who knows what they'll do to me if I refuse."

Bailey stood up and looked to the front door. "I'll be back in ten minutes Ted," she said, heading to the door and exiting the house without waiting for a response.

To say the wait to see if Bailey was returning, or if possibly cops would be knocking on his door was rather agonizing for Ted. On the one hand, he'd watched Bailey grow up from a kid into a very cute young woman. And sure while he'd try to catch glimpses of her body in revealing clothes or swimwear when he could, he never actually thought about fucking the girl.

His front door opened and Bailey returned, now with a backpack in hand she quickly set on the couch. She returned to the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt as well. She looked at Ted and took a deep breath. "So I brought my laptop over--so that way if the blackmailers are paying attention they can see the first bit of things to know we're both cooperating."

She went back to the backpack and reached in, pulling the laptop out and setting it up on the coffee table. The computer sprang back to life as she opened the lid. Ted wasn't sure what instant messaging program it was she opened, but saw her quickly type "We're complying" to someone and hit the send button.

"So how do you want to go about this Ted?" Bailey said. "I know these people, they'll want me naked immediately, but we can either get right to the sex after, or I can still fulfil my promise to Emma and cook you breakfast."

Ted was still stunned at the turn of events. He looked away from the girl and mumbled, "Breakfast."

He didn't look back up until Bailey reached out to his face and brought it to look at her own anger-filled one. "Look Ted, we don't really have a choice here. You think I like that they made you the other target of this scheme of theirs? Not just no, but hell no. Emma's a sister to me, and you're like a second father, and now I'm being forced to fuck you for the rest of the day. This is going to change things between us, and probably make them awkward for a while Ted. But I don't want you implicated in a blackmail scheme, and the last thing I want is all the pictures and video they have getting sent to people I know and care about."

"I know you don't Bailey," was all Ted could reply.

"I just want one favor from you Ted," Bailey said, her expression changing from the angry, ranting face to one a bit more worried and unsure.

"What is it Bailey," he asked tepidly, the change in her expression catching him off guard.

She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly exhaling, a slight waft of the peach lipgloss she was wearing reaching my nose. "From now until I can leave as instructed, please don't see me as Bailey, Emma's best friend and girl you've watched growing up. For the rest of the day I'm just some dumb whore who you've been given to fuck however you want. I know these people, and if you try to take it easy on me because you care, we could both be screwed. So I'm just some girl whose only job is to please you. Can you please do that for me Ted, just forget I'm Bailey and do this right so we won't get in trouble?"

Bailey's voice started to crack at the end--looking more closely Ted could see that she had tears welling up in her eyes. He hated the situation, but he understood what she was asking--to detach her body from the girl he knows. He knew there could be only one response.

"For you Bailey, I will."

Bailey stepped back, a faint hint of a smile on her face--possibly the last he'd see for a while. She looked right at Ted and said, "So sir, would you like me to strip, or do you have some other idea for getting me naked?"

Ted closed his eyes. He promised Bailey that he would ignore that she was his daughter's BFF, and that was what he was going to do. He knew she was scared of these blackmailers, so he was going to uphold his end of the deal. After all, he'd hardly gotten any over the last ten years, might as well try to enjoy this one shot at a day filled with carnal pleasure.

"Kick off your flip-flops and come over here and kneel before me, hands over your head."

For just the slightest second he saw Bailey's face betray a sense of surprise--then perhaps one final smile that he was indeed doing as promised before he saw her kick off her flip-flops and move closer to him. Bailey did as ordered, kneeling before him and putting her hands over her head.

Ted's hands reached under the tanktop she wore and just felt her belly for a moment. In most ways Bailey was your average teenage girl--she was skinny, but without tone or definition. He knew from seeing her in a bikini before that she had just the right amount of babyfat left for his taste and now he was getting to feel it. His hands squeezed a little bit, feeling how her muscles were just barely below the surface, but enjoying the softness of her skin provided by her lack of well-defined abs.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he ran his hands over the soft flesh before finally dragging his hands upward. He enjoyed feeling her sides, only brought back to reality by a slight giggle from her--apparently she was quite ticklish. He opened his eyes to watch as he adjusted his hands to grab the tanktop and pull it up over her head and off her body.

Bailey's bikini top was one he'd seen her wear before--black with strings tying behind her back and her neck. Ted had to debate for a moment how he wanted to reveal her breasts. Finally his hands reached out toward her side and slid underneath the fabric of the bikini top, gripping her firm breasts from the side and pulling them out of the top.

Gazing them finished making him hard. He'd always seen her breasts in bikini tops and got quite an eyeful of skin, but having them completely exposed, seeing how pale pink and tiny her nipples were as opposed to only hints. He kept his hands gripping them, feeling how they perfectly fit his hands. Ted couldn't help himself as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to gasp.

"I take it you like having your nipples played with Bai..." He stopped, remembering the deal. "Slut?" he changed the word to.

She nodded to him and he grinned. "Excellent. Reach back and untie your top, then put your hands behind your head."

Ted continued to squeeze her young breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs while Bailey worked to remove her top. He still hated that he was being forced into this, but he was starting to see the perks of just rolling with it and doing as he'd been told.

When she was done untying the bikini top it fell onto the ground and she placed her hands behind her head, pushing her firm and perky breasts out. Ted removed his hands at that point to just gaze at the fleshy orbs in all their glory, a tad surprised at how far her nipples were sticking out now that they were hard.

He knew he could just stare at her tits for hours, but there was plenty more to unwrap and experience. "Stand up slut," he barked, falling a bit more naturally into the dominant role the more he felt and saw the eighteen-year-old.

Bailey stood up, her face betraying no reaction--she was obviously not considering this to be as if she were a lover, but seemed to be taking it solely as something that needed to be done. He reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and tugging them down her legs, revealing the matching black bikini bottoms he had expected to see. The girl naturally stepped out of the shorts once they were on the ground and kicked them aside.

Giving into the temptation became much easier for him now that only a little bit of fabric stood between him and seeing this soon-to-be college girl completely naked. He looked at the string ties on the side of her bikini and knew exactly how he wanted to do it.

"Alright slut, I want you to turn around and bend over, hands on the coffee table and spread your legs."

To her credit she complied without batting an eyelash, turning around and spreading her legs to either side of his before bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table--her ass in his face. Ted wasted no time in reaching out and untying the right string--the bikini bottoms falling open to reveal most of her right buttcheek. Even though he knew she was pale, he was still surprised by the difference in skin color from her legs to her ass, and suddenly found it a bit weird he didn't see that with her tits.

He wasted no time in undoing the other tie and letting the bikini bottoms fall to the floor. Ted's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as Bailey's most intimate of intimates were on display a mere foot from his face. Sure, he'd seen plenty of teenage pussy lately watching porn, but to have it right before his eyes was something he hadn't experienced since he was a teenager himself.

Almost instinctively his hands reached up to grab her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks so that nothing was hidden from him. In Ted's mind he cursed himself for not having a photographic memory as he studied every detail he could. He couldn't help but smile as he realized he missed the very subtle transition between normal skin and her outer labia--he would have missed it entirely if her inner lips weren't so prominent. His eyes lingered over every wrinkle and fold of the soft pink flesh as though he were looking for a flaw--the closest thing he found was the realization that the way her pussy naturally splayed open as he held her separated meant that Bailey was no virgin.

Ted really couldn't help himself as his right hand released it's grip on her right cheek and his fingers drifted over--his curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know if this was a turn-on for her as much as it was for him. If Ted thought his cock couldn't get any harder he discovered that he was wrong as his probing of her velvety opening by his index finger yielded that Bailey certainly was wet.

It took a lot of willpower for him to not just take her then and there, but his hand reached back up to spread her once more as he leaned forward, burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. Ted knew if he dropped dead this instant he'd die the happiest man in the world, but there was so much more to experience even in just this one day.

He finally leaned back and let go of her. Trying to push the fact out that this girl was like a second daughter he said, "Have a seat slut."

Bailey did as she was told, sitting down on the coffee table instead of a chair--it was the only way she could properly face him.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer honestly," he told her. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, "No sir."

"Have you ever given head?"

"Several times sir."

"What about received it?"

"No sir, never."

He was a little surprised, but he continued on. "What's the oldest guy you've been with?"

"Twenty."

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

This was Bailey's first hesitation on a question, but the girl just took a deep breath and said, "No sir."

A rather large grin overtook Ted's face now--anal sex videos were one of those things that the blackmailers were probably talking about with his proclivities. His former wife was a rather vanilla woman, something he wouldn't have changed for anything, but in his older age he definitely found a desire to explore more taboo ideas.

"I think it's time for breakfast," he suddenly blurted out again.

The teenager stood up and nodded, looking at the laptop for a moment before making her way to the kitchen. "Why don't you sit at the table and I'll get to work," she suggested.

Ted did so, angling himself so he could watch her work. Cooking was nothing he found particularly glamorous, though it had a slightly different look to it when it was a naked girl doing it. He didn't pay attention to what she was cooking, or even how long it was taking her to do so--there was just something erotic about being served in this intimate way.




Blackmail Birthday Present



He was only snapped out of his trance once he realized that she was bringing breakfast to him. She set the table only for him and had a plate full of sausage, eggs, pancakes and toast--all done just the way he liked. When he realized she didn't set a plate for herself, she simply waved him off. "I already ate sir."

The moment of truth came for Ted--he knew he couldn't just simply eat and have her sitting or standing naked before him, he might as well get something out of it. Looking at the girl and debating, he decided on his course of action.

"Alright slut, I want you to get down on your knees and give my balls a tongue bath. Once I'm done with breakfast we'll test how well you can suck cock."

With that he knew he was committed, his relationship with his daughter's best friend could have survived just the way it was until this point, but the line was finally crossed. For her part, Bailey said nothing as she knelt down before him. He stood momentarily, allowing her to pull his boxers off for better access. He knew he'd been rock hard for a while but he'd never seen his cock look so angry and purple with lust. Precum was already oozing from the tip--Ted couldn't remember the last time that had happened by itself. What he found most surprising was that Bailey didn't seem phased by seeing his cock at all.

There was no smile on the girl's face as she nuzzled in between his legs so her tongue could get at his balls--that was the only thing Ted found disappointing about the whole situation; he wished that she had been doing this because she wanted to, not because some creep was forcing them into it. Ted violently shook his head--what was he thinking? He didn't really want Bailey doing this at all. Or did he? Was Ted actually letting his lust take over unabated?

A resounding yes was the answer in Ted's brain as Bailey's wet tongue made it's first contact with his balls. He had completely missed that she managed to move his cock out of the way so she wouldn't brush against it as she positioned herself. He was probably missing a lot of things as he just concentrated on the feeling as the tip of her tongue explored every ridge and every wrinkle of his sac.

Ted spent about two minutes with his eyes closed just enjoying the feeling before remembering that he had a breakfast in front of him to eat. A wide grin covered his face the entire time he ate his meal--the girl dutifully did what she was asked and didn't stop for one second. Of course there is only so long a guy having a girl almost nearly thirty years younger licking his balls can go before he wants something more. Setting his fork down he finally looked down at the girl and said, "It's time."

"Shall I do it here, or would you like someplace more comfortable?"

He started shifting himself in the chair, aiming to get up when he felt it--a tightness he hadn't felt since he was a teenager himself. Having her here, naked, tonguing his balls had built up an anticipation he hadn't experienced in decades--Ted found himself hurting from blueballs. He could only muster, "here."

Bailey nodded and licked her lips as she looked over his shaft. Any last chance that this was just a wonderful dream evaporated as her right hand grabbed the base of his cock to steady it. Her lips parted as she leaned forward and the head started to disappear into her teenage mouth.

He wasn't really sure how much head she had given, but he was surprised when she got the whole head inside without actually touching it. Her lips finally made contact with the shaft just past the head--the girl pausing to look up to see Ted staring rather intently at her. The teen let go of his shaft, closed her eyes and leaned in, taking more of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Now Ted had never purposefully imagined what it would look like if Bailey were to suck his cock--she was too much like family for that. There were times, however, that in a dream the image came across, and her head in his lap, her perfectly-pink-lip-gloss-covered lips trailing down his shaft looked even better than his dreams ever depicted it.

There was a slight problem though that Ted quickly realized--he'd been so hard for so long that he was bursting to cum. He dug down deep, trying with all his resistance to just enjoy this feeling for what it was, to hold out as long as he could--but when Bailey flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head as she started to withdraw Ted lost any remaining semblance of control and shot the strongest wad of cum into the teen's throat that he had in years.

Bailey was caught slightly off guard by how quickly she had made him cum, but she handled it like a champ, starting to swallow on the second shot, playing catchup as her mouth still worked the shaft. Ted's hand instinctively reached for the bottom of the chair and he held on, just riding the most powerful orgasm he'd had in decades out.

He didn't keep track of how many shots of cum he had just fed to Bailey, he just knew the ache of both his balls and of a cock that was ready to jump off his body had subsided. Even as he grew soft Bailey kept him just barely inside her mouth, her tongue sliding along the head to gather any remaining cum that hadn't shot out naturally. Finally after a long minute of Ted's breathing heavily, she removed herself from him and stood up.

Still catching his breath, Ted watched as Bailey went to the fridge and started searching through it for something. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised when she came back to the table with a can of the energy drink that Emma and her drank a little too regularly--neither girl needed the extra energy in reality. However, he did betray a look of surprise when after opening it she handed it to him.

"I figure you're not done yet. You have got to keep your energy up."

Ted took the drink from her and glanced at it before finally taking a sip. Reflexively his face cringed as the vile drink hit his tongue. "I don't see how you girls drink this stuff."

"You'll find we're not picky about what we'll put in our stomachs Ted," she said with a wicked grin on her race. 

His eyes still ran up and down Bailey's naked form as she stood before him. She was right after all--it was rather weird to think about it, that odd little realization that his cum was in her stomach, slowly being digested by her. His cum, in the stomach of an eighteen-year-old. The euphoric high he was on was enough to quash the taste of the energy drink as he started gulping it down.

Bailey had started looking around, her eyes darting to the backyard. "You know, it's about the perfect time of day to go out and get a little bit of sun."

"Good idea, you're right, I need a little time to recover anyway." He felt a little pang of guilt. "Sorry about um..."

Bailey started laughing--she knew instantly he was about to apologize for cumming so fast. "I take it as a compliment. Besides, I'm sure once we get you rested you'll last much longer next time."

With a bit of relief he finally finished off the energy drink and stood up. "To the pool then."

Bailey nodded and went over to her backpack and fished out a tube of sunscreen. With a smile on her face she confidently walked out to the pool area.

Ted and Emma's backyard had high enough fences, and enough separation from the neighbors that the only way one could see into it would be via intentionally trying to spy. Bailey had spent enough time swimming in the pool and in the yard in general that she had no worry about privacy. Ted followed her out, watching the swaying of her hips and the wiggle of her ass as she walked. As mad as he wanted to be that he was being blackmailed into doing this to someone who was practically a daughter, a large part of him wanted to thank the blackmailers for the experience.

Once out on the patio she waited for him to sit in one of the lounge chairs. He still had his bathrobe on which alleviated the need for a towel. Looking up he wondered what the girl would do next.

"I take it you'll want sunscreen too?" she asked rather casually. "Would you like to put it on or would you like me to?"

"You can apply it to me Ba--slut," he told her, correcting himself.

"Any particular way?"

"Something sexy, erotic."

Bailey nodded as she stood next to him, pursing her lips as she tried to decide how she could and should fulfil the request. The surprise Ted had that she was still doing this even without the webcam watching subsided as he thought about her experiences with the blackmailers--she had probably done enough that if they felt she didn't do her side of the bargain they'd make her pay. He knew that if the blackmailers had been monitoring what he was watching online, then she still had a few tough challenges ahead of her.

A giant smile appeared on Bailey's face once more as she leaned down, crawling onto the deck chair with Ted, straddling him once more. She sat naked straddling his stomach as she opened the sunscreen tube. Raising the bottle to her face, she turned it upside down and squeezed, covering her tits with the white cream. For just a moment he was confused as she was letting the sunblock pile up instead of spreading it around.

The teen set the tube on his stomach and leaned forward, her plan becoming obvious as she maneuvered her tits to his face. Very carefully she rubbed her breasts against him, trying to keep the lotion away from his very wide eyes. It certainly was erotic in Ted's mind, the girl applying the sunscreen with her soft, supple breasts. The only problem was that the method wasn't practical for long.

After only a minute of rubbing her breasts all over his face she retreated, bringing her hands up to finish spreading the sunscreen over his face. As she leaned back further she scooped the rest off her breasts and started applying it to his neck. The next several minutes were a new experience for Ted as she rubbed the high SPF lotion into his body. Once she got to where she was sitting she stood up and turned around, straddling him a little higher on his chest as she continued rubbing down his body--giving Ted an eyeful of her pussy and the tiny little rosebud of her anus.

Even though the girl was rubbing her hands all over his legs, he only had eyes for the sight in front of him. When she started to crawl off he was a bit disappointed until she moved into a deck chair of her own.

"Would you like me to lotion up myself or would you like the honors."

Ted jumped out of the chair with the speed of a much younger man--there was no way he could turn down the opportunity to rubdown a teenage girl. 

For her part, she laughed at his exuberance. "Front first, I'll turn over and you can do the back later."

He wasted no time in bending over the girl, rubbing some cream on her face--that wasn't his real focus though. With her fair skin it was essential that he apply the lotion properly, and yes he made sure to do that. Finally though he reached her breasts and couldn't help but grin. He squirted out a large dollop of sunscreen on each of her nipples; she shivered slightly as even in the heat of the day the lotion had a coolness to it.

His hands reached down to cup her breasts, using his thumbs to spread the protective cream over her nipples first. To no surprise he felt the pink nubs stiffen. Finally Ted had to abandon all pretense and he moved his palms to start rubbing the lotion all over the incredibly soft fleshy orbs. He enjoyed every moment feeling her nipples brush against his hands as he squeezed and toyed with the flesh, but he knew it was time to move on.

As he worked more of the sunscreen into her stomach she had to grab the chair and hold her breath in order to keep from laughing--Ted made a mental note that Bailey was ticklish, not that he'd ever get to exploit it after tonight. He kept on working his way down her body, avoiding her mound for a moment, instead focusing on her inner thigh and her legs. Once more Ted had fun as he got to rub her pussy--even though it was all about protecting her. He didn't even really concentrate on applying coverage properly, he just liked rubbing his hands across one of the more intimate areas of her body.

Ted gave up after about five minutes, looking to Bailey a little sheepishly.

"Don't worry Ted, I've never put sunscreen there myself, so it's okay. Go ahead and relax, I'll need more help in thirty minutes or so."

Doing as he was told, he sat back down to watch and to wait. Eventually he closed his eyes for a power nap, figuring that any energy he could recoup would be more than worth it in the end. Instantly he woke up, unaware of how long he was out, but the shock through his system as her tongue once more licked the head of his cock made him more awake than he had been all morning.

"I'm ready for the backside now."

Once more he was happy to honor her request as she laid down naked on her chair. As he got back to rubbing the lotion into her skin he cursed silently under his breath--a sudden wish for a jar of honey dust overcame him.

"What's wrong?" Bailey had evidently heard him.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Like her front half he decided to save the best for last, working her back, arms, and legs first. His path took him back to her perfect little ass. As he started rubbing the lotion onto it he felt the contrast between the soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. Soon he was trailing the greasy sunblock between her cheeks.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling his hands back. Ted looked at his right hand, noticing how greasy it was from the sunscreen. His hands returned to her ass as his left hand spread her left cheek, and his right hand moved along the crevasse of her ass. When his index finger reached the pucker of her asshole Ted froze for a second--before finally applying pressure, forcing his finger to enter her ass.

Bailey let out a noticeable gasp. 

Ted, concerned, questioned her. "You Okay??"

She hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, sorry, you just surprised me. I've never had anything in my butt before."

"Okay."

Ted couldn't help but smile--the way she used butt instead of ass. His finger pressed further, sawing into a hole far tighter than he could ever imagine. He went slow, closing his eyes and just embracing the feeling as Bailey's most forbidden hole wrapped tightly around his finger. After pulling out he pushed back in, slowly starting to saw his finger in and out of her ass. He listened as her breathing changed every time he pulled out and every time he sunk back in.

With his eyes closed he started picturing the rest of the day--he knew what the blackmailers would expect, and he knew he might as well get some enjoyment out of it. Finally he pulled his finger completely from her ass and got up to sit back down in his chair. As he got comfortable again, he noticed that his erection had completely returned--sure, it was flirting with growing this entire time, but finger-fucking her ass got him ready.

It was another half-hour before Bailey started to move again.

"I'm going to go for a swim, want to join me?"

Ted thought about it and shook his head. "Nah, I'll just watch for now. But after, we'll need to make sure to take a shower to clean off the chlorine."

Bailey looked at him with a curious gaze, but just smiled and nodded before jumping into the pool. Ted watched her swim--not unlike how he'd watched her swim in this pool before, but never with her naked and him with a raging hard-on. He didn't pay attention to how long she swam, but he could only smile as she came to the edge of the pool and pushed herself up over the lip and climbed out.

"Time to clean up," she declared proudly.

Like when it was time to apply sunscreen, Ted quickly extricated himself from the chair. He followed Bailey into the house, again watching her walk. This was going to be unfamiliar territory for the girl--as far as he knew, she had never been in his bedroom, nor his bathroom.

"Should we grab the laptop?" he asked curiously.

"Would the camera pick up in the bathroom?"

"If we keep the door open and the fans on it should, yes."

Bailey nodded and he moved back to the kitchen to grab the laptop. He followed her upstairs as she went to his room. The girl glanced around before seeing the entrance to his master bathroom. As she stepped in, Ted could see the look of surprise on his face. He never talked about it, but he was well enough off--he made sure that the house and his master bath were comfortable.

The large walk in shower with clear glass windows and multiple shower heads aimed for the body, with a very nice removable massage shower head up top. As Bailey was looking at it, Ted set the laptop down to point at the shower before heading over to the control panel next to the shower. Hitting the button, he set the temperature to a comfortable one hundred five degrees. She jumped as the jets suddenly sprang to life and the fans turned on to help remove any steam buildup.

"Wow, this is a very nice shower Ted."

He shed his bathrobe and motioned for the teen to step in. As she stepped into the water she let out a rather audible hum.

"I wish I had something like this."

The grin that hadn't left his face grew just a little wider as he stepped into the shower behind her. Grabbing a bar of the soap he started to rub it along her back. She raised her shoulders, trying to provide him some easier access, and with his free hand he guided her, turning her to face the spraying jets.

"Mhmm, that does feel good," she cooed.

While none of the streams of water were hitting her erogenous zones, it was close enough to illicit a response from her. He kept on soaping further and further down her back until he reached her ass.

"Alright slut, spread your legs and lean forward."

She didn't hesitate, doing as he asked her--sticking her ass out in the process. As the water from the primary shower head washed the soap down her back he brought the bar to her ass and started rubbing it up and down her crack. As the bar worked against her recently finger-fucked ass, she took a deep breath.

"Please be gentle, this will be a first for me."

If there was any point in the process that Ted was going to feel guilty about the situation, this had to be it. As it was, that tight little hole, just inches from his cock as he lubed it up with the bar of soap was just too much for him--his lust was in control and he was about to get something he'd been dreaming about for a long while.

Ted moved behind Bailey and set the soap bar back on the tray. He reached down to her hips and his hands slipped as he tried to grab on. He let out a little laugh as he grabbed a little more firmly. He moved closer, placing his cockhead against her soaped up asshole. Looking down at the teen, he pushed forward at the same time he pulled on her hips, slipping into her eighteen-year-old ass.

Bailey let out a cry as he held the head of his cock in her ass. She started to breathe deeply, yet rapidly, using her breathing to try and reduce the pain. Sympathy was lost on Ted for the time being--he finally had done what she asked. He didn't see the girl whose rectum he was invading as a daughter-figure, she was just some girl he had to fuck.

His newfound lust taking control, he pushed further into the teen's ass as she braced herself against the wall. He was pulling her onto his cock as well, but for a moment he thought she might be helping. Pulling out of her ass was followed by pushing in further. He only had one goal--to bury his cock to the hilt in the ass that was tighter than anything he had previously experienced.

Stamina was finally on Ted's side. He was so close that finally he paused with just his head left inside her ass and with all his strength he pushed forward with his hips while pulling her back onto his cock. Her cry was much louder as he buried himself completely in her most private of spots. It was heaven to him, but the cry from her snapped him back to reality.




Blackmail Birthday Present



He didn't want to acknowledge it, and the only way he could think to avoid that was to just hold still in her ass. He knew that anal sex wasn't supposed to be comfortable right out the gate for a woman. He didn't want to stop now that he was inside, but a part of him wanted her to find some enjoyment in this.

An idea struck Ted. Still buried to the hilt he reached up and grabbed the massaging showerhead and set it to pulse mode. His left arm wrapping around her torso, he brought the head down, pointing it at her pussy.

A loud moan of pleasure escaped from Bailey's lips immediately--he definitely found her pressure point. He held the showerhead in place as he pulled out again. The girl's moans of pleasure continued as the showerhead pulsed repeatedly over her clit, driving him wild as he started to actually fuck her ass.

From what he could tell, any pain she was still feeling from being buttfucked gave way to the pleasure she was experiencing. As her breathing became more rapid, so did Ted's thrusting.

"Squeeze my tits," Bailey suddenly yelled out.

Ted was so taken aback by it he stopped fucking and just held her. In his slackening, the showerhead stopped massing her pussy.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

"Point the showerhead back right, start fucking me again and squeeze my tits," she replied through clenched teeth.

He heard the teen loud and clear this time, another loud moan informing him he got his aim right again as he started thrusting into her ass with renewed fervor. His left hand reached up to grab her right breast, fingers pinching the nipple as he felt her shudder beneath him.

"So. Close." she panted.

Ted squeezed her breast a little harder and leaned in as he tried to pick up the pace.

"Cum for me slut, cum from your first assfuck."

He could never be sure whether it was the squeezing, or the dirty talk, or the showerhead itself that did the job--as soon as he said the word 'assfuck' Bailey let out another high pitched cry. It wasn't like the cries of pain, it was something raw, animalistic, followed by more cries as her whole body shook with orgasm.

Ted dropped the showerhead, the rattle as the metal impacted against the marble echoing through the bathroom. Both arms wrapped around the cumming girl, he grabbed and squeezed both her tits as he drove into her ass as rapidly as he could. The undulating of her body, her cries of pleasure, and most importantly her ass seeming to squeeze around him as she came finally set him off as he plunged deep into her ass and felt himself cumming once more, his own loud grunt joining with her moans of pleasure.

After his outburst this morning Ted wasn't sure how much he was really filling her ass with cum, but that didn't matter. His right hand ventured down to her pussy again, trying to find the little nub that the showerhead had done such good work on. Finding it he rubbed it furiously, hoping to extend her own orgasm even as his subsided.

It could have been just seconds, or perhaps it was minutes or even hours, but eventually the two blackmailed lovers came off their respective highs. Pulling out of her they both collapsed to the tiled floor of the shower, catching their breath as the water still cascaded over them.

Ted looked around the shower as Bailey was practically laying in his lap. Besides the pulsing showerhead he noticed the bar of soap had fallen to the floor as well. Grabbing the showerhead and the bar of soap, he started to get a lather going again. Thinking about it for a moment he frowned and set both back down.

"Go ahead and finish showering. I'll be downstairs."

He began untangling himself even as Bailey looked at him confused. She didn't say anything when he grabbed a towel and started drying off. Standing herself, she watched as he left the bathroom and headed out back to the main part of the house.

When Bailey finally finished showering and headed downstairs, she saw Ted sitting on the couch wearing the bathrobe. Remaining naked, she sat down in front of him on the coffee table once more. "Everything fine?"

Ted nodded slowly to her in response.

"Liar," she teased. "Seriously though, what's wrong?"

He shook his head and looked away from her.

"I feel kinda bad Bailey. I let my lust and desire take over and didn't care if it hurt you."

A look of understanding appeared on her face and she smiled warmly to him. She stood up and moved to sit in his lap.

"Look, I know this is tough for you. It's tough for me too Ted, but to be honest, I'm glad you did."

"Why?"

"Because, it meant that you were doing what I asked, trying to disconnect our having sex from how you view me. You know I consider you a father, and I'm sure you consider me a daughter. There's no way for this to be easy for either of us. But at the same time Ted, I think it's best if we try to make some good of a bad situation. A little enjoyment is at least better than us hating every second of this."

He nodded to her slowly. "How's your ass?"

Another smile crossed Bailey's face. "The truth?"

Another nod from Ted.

"Well, it hurts, and yes, I knew anal was going to be painful. But you know what, I'm glad it was you, who at least had some concern for me, and wanted me to feel pleasure instead of some jerk my age who just thought he deserved the privilege. And to be honest Ted, that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my entire life."

"Is that why you wanted me to grab your tits?"

"Yeah, my boobs are rather sensitive. Some nipple play when I'm close always helps to get me off. I think it's funny though that my best orgasm ever came while being buttfucked." Bailey laughed like a much younger girl at that moment. "Ted, thank you for the best orgasm ever. I hope whatever it is that the blackmailer's expect us to do the rest of the evening will be just as fun." She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "So what's next?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.

"How about a movie?"

She crawled off his lap and went over to the movie library by the TV.

"Get in the recliner Ted."

He got up from the couch and got into the recliner--it was fairly obvious what she planned as she stuck a movie in the blu-ray player and grabbed the remote. Bailey moved to sit in his lap, nuzzling up against his chest.

Ted was confused by her choice of The Hobbit as something to watch, but for nearly three hours it was rather nice to just lay there in the chair with her sitting in his lap. His arms remained wrapped around her the entire time, and she occasionally wriggled playfully, but it was just a rather nice, relaxing time.

It was nearly six in the evening when the movie finished. Grabbing the remote Ted turned the TV off and hugged Bailey.

"Hey, would you be able to run home?" he asked the teen.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Oh, I'd just like it if you changed into something really nice. Perhaps maybe a few outfits, you know, something nice, something naughty."

She turned her head to look at him. "Sure, I can do that. How much time?"

Meet me back here at seven, I'm going to go out and get us some dinner.

She climbed off of him and smiled back. "Sounds like a plan. I assume after dinner we're going to finish off whatever it is that we have in store for the rest of the night?"

"We will."

Bailey quickly got dressed, and as much as he thought about staying to watch the process, he too got up and headed upstairs to get dressed himself. By the time Ted came back down Bailey was already gone.

The hour passed quickly. Ted stuck to his word, ordering Chinese food for dinner as well as doing a little bit of grocery shopping. Besides picking up a few of the food items he needed, Ted went to the pharmacy section, grabbing a box of condoms just in case.

He arrived home with about ten minutes to spare, having enough time to set the table for dinner before the doorbell rang. When he opened the door for Bailey his heart wanted to skip a beat--it was as if the teen had read his mind.

Bailey stood in the door in thigh-high stockings, a flirty black skirt, and a white men's dress shirt that wasn't tucked in. Her backpack was with her again, presumably with more clothing. As she passed him entering the house he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he wondered if her panties were missing as well.

She set the backpack down on the couch and moved to the dining room. Dinner was uneventful, neither of them spoke, instead just eating their meal. Without him asking she cleared the table while he went upstairs, grabbing her laptop and plugging it in once more in the dining room. Pointing it to where he was sitting he waited until Bailey finished putting the dishes in the washer. The girl looked over at him as he had everything set up.

"I take it the next round is starting."

Ted nodded. He knew that the blackmailers would want to see this next bit.

"Over my knee slut."

Bailey raised her eyebrows and smirked. She moved to the right side of him and leaned over his legs, her ass pointed right at the webcam on her laptop. Ted reached out with his right hand and moved his hands up and down her stockings before moving his hand up to lift her skirt. He was right, she was sans panties.

"You've been naughty today, making me cum after only being in your mouth for a few seconds, cumming while I took your anal virginity. That calls for a spanking."

She remained silent, and he decided to change that as his left arm moved over her back to hold her as his right hand came down and smacked her ass.

She breathed out a little heavier, but failed to make a sound. He enjoyed the feeling of smacking her ass, the slight red mark that appeared for just a second before vanishing. Ted never really spanked Emma, his wife generally took that duty when it came to it and once she died Emma had pretty much outgrown it. He did spank his wife as foreplay when they were younger, and they both enjoyed it--it was probably why he didn't think of it as punishment but as something sexual.

Another smack came down on the pale teenage ass, followed by two more. The last smack finally got a slight yelp out of the teen. He looked at her ass--it was starting to look a little more red, though no hand prints were sticking. He continued his smacking of her ass, six more hits--a yelp with each smack.

He rested his hand on her ass for a moment, just rubbing the soft skin before he raised his hand once more. He delivered eight more smacks, harder and harder every time--the last smack by far the hardest. It was also the smack that got the loudest cry from the teen. He lifted his hand just slightly off her ass, feeling the heat coming off of it before moving to look--the redness was staying with her this time. "That's all. I've always wanted to give you birthday spankings, and now you've had your eighteen."

As she rolled off of him to stand back up, instead of pain on her face from the spanking she had a large smile. "Well, thank you for the birthday spankings then, though I thought the tradition went the other way."

He laughed and shook his head.

"That's not happening. So, how about you change into something a little more naughty, though keep the stockings and your tennis shoes, and leave your pussy exposed."

She quirked her eyebrows up at him, a little surprised by the last comment but she nodded and went to grab her backpack, heading into one of the back rooms to change. She wanted to surprise him after all.

He looked at the clock, quarter-to-eight. He grabbed one of the chairs from his dining room table and set it next to the coffee table. Moving the laptop into place, he turned it to face the chair. He went back to the shopping bag and pulled out the little brown paper bag he had and set it on the coffee table next to the chair.

She came back out and he was floored. She kept with the tennis shoes and the thigh highs, and did exactly what he asked in keeping her pussy bare. For her torso she came out wearing a white corset--something he was a bit surprised she managed by herself until he saw the hint of a zipper on the side. It made the girl's torso even smaller, but left her breasts exposed for him to look at as well.

"Have a seat slut."

She smiled. It was a definite hint that this was more about his enjoyment than hers once more. She sat down in the chair and he motioned again.

"Legs over the arms please."

Once again she obeyed, displaying herself completely to both him and to the camera.

"Alright, this is something they'll be expecting, otherwise I wouldn't ask. I'd like you to masturbate with the object in the bag."

Bailey had a look of curiosity on her face as she reached for the bag. Her eyes went wide as she pulled out the small cucumber. Ted's face reddened as he saw her looking at it.

"Sorry, saw it in a video once and ended up watching it a few dozen times. If they seriously know, they'll be expecting it."

She laughed at his feeble explanation.

"Hon, they've made me do similar stuff, so I can live with it."

She moved the cucumber to her right hand and leaned back in the chair. Closing her eyes, she moved the gourd down her body and started rubbing it along her clit slowly, like she would any typical dildo.

After a few minutes of teasing and toying he could see the cucumber glistening with her wetness. He glanced over to one of the clocks before turning back as she aimed the cucumber at her hole and started pressing in.

He watched intently, leaning forward to watch as it split her pussy lips, giving him a view that he couldn't see normally. She was wasting no time pushing it in and pulling it out. It was just as fascinating to him watching her lips re-close once it left her body.

Just as she pushed it back in again his cell started ringing and he knew the ringtone immediately.

"Fuck!"

Bailey stopped, cucumber embedded in her pussy, and opened her eyes to look up.

"Emma."

Bailey's eyes raised as Ted got up to grab the phone, answering it.

"Hi honey!"

She may have been several feet away at the time, but there was no way that Bailey could have missed that it was her best friend on the line.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!" she yelled through the phone, the sound of a party favor being blown just after.

Ted held the phone far away from his ear so he wouldn't be deafened. Sure that it was safe he brought the phone back and started talking.

"Thank you hon."

He did the only thing he could do as Bailey watched--with his free hand he motioned for her to continue and she couldn't help but smile as she reached down for the cucumber and started working it in and out of her pussy more.

"Yes, Bailey came by and made me breakfast."

"No, it would have been better if you were making it Emma, but she did good otherwise."

"I've just had a lazy day. Some time by the pool, a shower, watched the Hobbit, just finished dinner a few minutes ago."

There was something almost surreal about the situation, talking to his eighteen-year-old daughter on the phone while her best friend was masturbating with a cucumber just a few feet away from him. He took his seat again to watch her while he continued to talk to Emma. She was doing most of the talking though, telling about her college orientation and the like.

It couldn't be more obvious that Ted wasn't paying as much attention to Emma as he was to Bailey. After about ten minutes he finally heard some loud noises over the phone.

"Sounds like you have some fun to get to Emma. I'll see you when you get back. Love you."

Emma telling him that she loved him, and wishing happy birthday again and Ted could finally hang up the phone. By this point Bailey was working the cucumber inside her pussy furiously, her left hand rubbing her clit as she started making more noise.

The image of juices completely covering the gourd as well as the contrast of the dark green sliding in and out of her pussy was getting Ted hard again.

"Cum for me slut, cum for me fucking that cucumber."

Bailey took in a very deep breath before crying out as she pushed the cucumber deep inside her and held it, her pussy contracting around it as her second orgasm of the night hit her. He could only be enthralled watching her cum by her own hand this time. 

Her juices poured from her pussy, pooling on the chair and some even falling to the carpet--Ted suddenly realized he'd probably have to steam clean the carpet. He never really had to think about cleaning a woman's cum stain from the floor before.

It suddenly seemed funny to Ted that he had this teenage girl gyrating in orgasm just a few feet away from him and he was thinking about how he was going to clean the mess instead of just watching the show. He laughed on the inside but focused back as Bailey came down once more.

Her body was still quivering as he stood up and walked over to her, reaching down to the cucumber that was still embedded deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled it out and brought it up to his face, licking the length of the cucumber to have a taste. He let out a satisfied sigh as he tasted her sweetness, then held the cucumber up to her.

"Taste it," he commanded.

Her hand reached up to his, pulling it to her face to lick it. Her reaction to tasting herself was much more muted.

"It's interesting Ted, but I think I'd rather taste your cum to be honest."

He couldn't help but laugh as he stepped back and sat down.

"There's only one more thing Bailey. Go ahead and go get cleaned up and put on your sexiest lingerie. Call me up when you're ready."

Bailey looked at him curiously and went back for her backpack, heading upstairs. He went back to his shopping bag and pulled out the condoms and the last little surprise he bought at the store and took it upstairs.

She had closed the master bathroom and was once again taking a shower, she knew this was the end so was apparently wanting to do it right. He dimmed the lights in the master bedroom and placed the condom on the nightstand and the last surprise on the bed.

He headed back downstairs to wait. He went for the envelope and grabbed the little blue pill that had been left for him and took it. Sure he was hard now, but he wanted to make sure to do this last opportunity right.

He lost track of time as he waited before he finally heard her voice.

"I'm ready Ted."

He stood up and took a deep breath and smiled, wondering what she was wearing. He climbed the stairs and looked to find her kneeling on his bed wearing only a see-through purple babydoll that barely went down past her hips. There was a little faux fur covering her breasts and along the bottom hemline, but the effect was very sexy on the babygirl before him.

"Wow!"

She giggled at his reaction, seeing that he was already hard. She crawled toward him off the bed and stood, grabbing the box of condoms.

"We don't need this, I have a birth control implant."

He hadn't known, but he had thought. His own daughter similarly had one.

He walked up to the nightstand and instead turned on the iPod that was hooked up to the alarm. The sounds of smooth jazz filled the room as he finally turned toward Bailey and pulled her close into a kiss.

This kiss wasn't like the one that she had given him earlier, this was something much more passionate, like he hadn't given since Emma's mother died. When he finally broke it Bailey was a little stunned, speechless about his actions finally.

"Bailey, the last thing I would like is to make love to you."

"But Ted--"

He raised a finger to shush her.

"Just go with it."

He motioned behind her to the last surprise he had for her, a single red rose. She turned to him and smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

Hitting the switch to shut off the lights, leaving the room bathed only in moonlight, Ted leaned into her and kissed her once more. He knew his bed rather well as he leaned her onto it. His hands reached behind her as her head hit the pillow to untie the babydoll to remove it. Getting the teen naked once more he started kissing down the side of her cheek, down her neck to the top of her breasts.




Blackmail Birthday Present



His left hand drifted to her pussy as his lips kissed down her cleavage before teasing her nipples. The soft gentle kisses and the light rubbing of her pussy were departure from earlier. Ted wasn't too surprised that she was still wet from her recent orgasm as he moved into position. Looking into her eyes he smiled. "I know you were made to do this, but if it had to be anyone, I'm glad I was gifted with this wonderful day."

She beamed brightly at him. "I'm glad it was you too Ted."

He leaned down kissing her again as he lined up his hard cock at her pussy and pushed in. The wetness and the warmth of her love tunnel was a wonderful experience for him as he started thrusting in and out of her.

Ted wasn't kidding, he truly wanted to make love to Bailey and did so, slowly thrusting in and out, enjoying his time inside her. He spent the entire time looking into her eyes, or kissing her. One hand reached up to her breast, the other down to her pussy--she decided that she was going to at least honor this by enjoying it as much as he was.

Neither of them paid attention to how much time had passed, how many songs had played, they genuinely enjoyed their time together as one. When it was finally time Ted held out as long as he could--it wasn't quite simultaneous, but as he started to cum she was able to push herself over the edge. Ted waited until both of them were done before he pulled out and laid beside her.

"Bailey?"

"Yes Ted?"

"Please stay cuddling with me. I know you can leave at midnight, and I expect you to. But again, thank you."

She didn't say anything to him, but she nuzzled alongside him. Her arm across his torso they both fell asleep.

*****

Ted woke up the next morning, quickly looking to the spot last occupied by Bailey. To no surprise but much disappointment he found his bed as empty as it normally was. As he crawled out of bed he had to wonder if it had indeed happened, or if he just dreamt the whole thing. Before he could really think about it he smelled food cooking. Quickly reaching into a drawer he put on a pair of boxers and ran out of his room and down the stairs faster than he had in years.

Arriving in the kitchen he saw Bailey once again cooking breakfast, only this time she was at least wearing a little clothing--one of his button up shirts to be exact. Bailey turned and smiled to a rather dumbstruck Ted.

"Don't tell me they're making you continue?" he asked the girl he spent the prior day fucking six-ways-from-Sunday.

"Not quite," Bailey said still smiling, "sit, we have to talk."

He was used to taking orders from his own daughter, but it had been many years since he took orders from someone he slept with. Ted's curiosity got the best of him and he sat down at the table Bailey had already adorned with food.

Bailey brought the last of the breakfast over, sausages, and put some on both plates before sitting down herself.

"So," Ted said, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Bailey put a finger up to her lips to silence him. "I've got a confession."

Ted maintained his dumbstruck look, but said nothing.

The teenager took several deep breaths before saying, "Ted, you were set up. There is no blackmailer."

His expression didn't change. Ted was very much confused and unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean there's no blackmailer? What about the pictures? What about the video?"

Bailey blushed as she looked right at him. "Well, that's the thing. We made it up. We took the video and the pictures?"

Ted looked a little more concerned. "We?" he asked.

"Emma and me. We set the whole thing up," she replied.

"Emma and you?" Ted was slowly trying to comprehend it all--he took a sip of coffee to try and wake up.

"That's right."

"Explain."

"Well," Bailey said before a quick sip of juice, "it goes like this. Emma and I have been watching you, noticing that you've seemed increasingly lonely. And we've known you weren't getting any."

Ted was about to object but Bailey just held her hand up.

"So we devised a plan to get you some action. Emma had seen your browsing history on your computer and saw you went for college girls, and of course some of the other things we explored yesterday. We didn't want to hook you up with some skank so I volunteered. We've seen how you've glanced at me at times over the years."

It was Ted's turn to blush and attempt to object, but Bailey was on point again in holding her hand up.

"So we decided that you would fuck me, however you wanted. But we had to figure out how to do it, so we decided to concoct the blackmail scheme. My webcam took pictures of me, and some from my phone with Emma's help. A few videos, based off of things that you'd looked up online," she motioned to the dvd that he still hadn't watched, "and figured we could trick you into it. It was the only way to convince you to do it, because we both know you were way to decent to ever do so even if you wanted to."

Ted nodded at the last bit as he sat there stunned listening to the teen's tale.

"So here we are. Your birthday present was set in motion. We made up the letter, put in the pictures and videos and just had to wait, hoping we made it threatening enough that you'd go through with it."

Bailey closed her mouth and looked resolutely at Ted, waiting to see what he had to say.

He had to take another sip of coffee first, digesting what she had just told him. Ted nodded a few times before talking. "Well, you were right that I wouldn't have slept with you if you had just offered yourself to me. I know part of me should be mad that you tricked me into having sex with you."

He paused for a moment, looking his daughter's best friend over in a new light. 

"So you knew everything that we were going to do?"

"Yes"

"You knew I'd want to spank you."

"Yup."

"And have you masturbate with the cucumber."

"I suspected as much."

"Even fucking your ass?"

She smiled wickedly at him.

"Oh yes Ted, I knew about that. I had to think about it, knowing that would come up but honestly, if I was going to lose my anal cherry, I wasn't kidding when I said I'd rather it be you than some random guy. At least with you it was something special, that you treated it like the treasure it was."

Ted was floored. He just stared at the teen for a long while before speaking.

"Okay, I know yesterday must not have been the easiest thing for you, and you've definitely awoken feelings I wasn't sure were still there. But I have to ask, what does this mean for the future? Where do we go from here, you're not exactly just my daughter's best friend anymore, are you?"

Bailey smiled very warmly to him once more. 

"Well, that depends on you. You've known my body more deeply than any other man has, but of course we could never be together in any serious way."

Ted nodded a bit at this point--she was right of course.

"However," she continued, interrupting his thoughts, "that doesn't mean that until I go away for college we can't have a little fun. Emma's okay with it, she just doesn't want to hear about it, you being her dad and all. But if you want, we can certainly continue exploring each other like we did yesterday."

Ted knew he should say no, he really did, but this girl offering herself to him now was very hard to resist.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

Bailey laughed and stood up from her seat, unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off, once again standing naked in his kitchen. The teen moved around the table and sat in his lap, putting her left arm around him.

Her soft breasts in his face, and a sly smile on her face as she wiggled in his lap, she cooed, "I definitely think you need more time in my mouth. Let's get you fed and you can be the first guy to sixty-nine with me. Only if you want to of course."



Blackmail by Black Men



Cindy followed Ben into an office. He was her supervisor and they'd been flirting for the past three months. She didn't know why, because he was out of her class. A recent graduate from the University of Georgia, he was a lady killer: handsome, tall, blonde, built, and popular with all the girls in the office. On the other hand, she was ordinary with shapely legs, an hour-glass figure and a small set of tits none of which drew attention from other men in the office.

He didn't turn the lights on. She walked into his open arms and his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. Surprised but pleased she responded to him as thought it were perfectly natural.

"I'm going to make love to you," he whispered. His hands found her bra snaps and expertly unfastened them through her thin blouse.

Pleased with his intentions, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it open, and removed the cups from beneath her baseball sized breasts. 

Eagerly, he slipped his hand between her waist and panties and pulled them around her narrow hips toward the floor and said quietly, "Take them off."

She bent at the waist, and pulled them over her feet. As she did so, his hands cupped her breasts and his lips sought one nipple and his hand enticed the other.

"Why me?" She asked enjoying his hands on her tits. His erection was prodding her stomach, and she stroked it through his khaki's.

He responded by bucking his cock back and forth, "Unzip my pants," he said as his mouth found her other nipple and one hand slipped through her tangled pubic hair to rub across her slit.

She struggled with the zipper but finally got it down and fished his erection through the opening in his boxer shorts. It was long, hard, and oozing pre-cum. She felt his finger separate her pussy lips and enter her wetness. She sighed and moved her hips in rhythm with his finger.

Ben felt her respond to his manipulations, and he removed his finger to quickly discoverer her aroused clit. With enthusiasm he massaged it in all directions.

A low moan escaped her mouth as the most sensitive part of her body was aroused. Her pussy lips separated, her cannel became lubricated, and she anxiously awaited the next stage of the process.

"Turn around," he said in a commanding voice

Her eyes had become accustomed to the dim light in the room, she turned to face a desk, and she leaned forward placing her hands on the flat surface.

"Are you protected? He asked. 

"No, I'm not on the pill."

Damn," he said struggling with his sagging pants to find his wallet and a condom.

She heard the ripping sound of plastic and watched him roll the condom down his shaft.

"Are you ready? He asked using his feet to spread her legs further apart.

She reached behind her back to guide his cock to her opening. Taking a deep breath she waited breathlessly.

Once at her portal, he shoved himself into her in one rapid stroke.

She groaned and bent forward to allow him better penetration.

They fucked with his forward and upward strokes being met with her returning movements. 

Within a minute she knew she knew she wasn't going to climax vaginally, so she used a finger on the clit to increase her arousal.

He had great stamina and stroked her for what seemed a long time. He felt and heard her climax when her body tensed and she groaned at her release. Her organism increased his excitement, and he plunged into her harder and harder. His temperature rose, sweat fell from his face and neck to her back, until his gradual build up reached its peak, and he filled the condom to overflowing with his sperm "Thank you Cindy," he said as he slid from her, removed the protection, and left turning the light on.

She stood there half satisfied because she wanted and needed another orgasm. Damn, she said to herself as she wiped herself dry, restored her clothes, and followed him out of the room.

Unbeknown to the two fuckers, a see-in-the dark camera automatically turned on when the door opened, and two guards witnessed the entire affair being glad they weren't busy. Normally, these kinds of tapes erased themselves after fifteen minutes, but the securing guard made a copy of the segment from when the door opened until it closed.

"Brother Lorenzo, I believe you and I have a better that fifty-fifty change of getting us some poontang,' Clifford said. "I believe we have the evidence to incriminate two members of the staff for having an affair which is against company policy.'

"I agree, let's have a beer after work to plan how we can use the tape to our advantage." Lorenzo said with a smile on his face.

* * * *

The following Monday, Cindy opened an eight by eleven and one-half inch inner office enveloped and removed the contents. Between two sheets of blank paper were two pictures: one a greenish color showed a man and woman fucking doggie style, the other was a clear picture of Cindy getting dressed. She quickly shoved the pictures back into the envelope wondering why Ben would have their meeting taped and why he would send her the pictures.

Just before lunch she stopped at Ben's office, "Mr. Curtis, may I come in I'd like to talk to you about an important matter."

"Certainty, Ms. Wright, please close the door and have a seat. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised about how good you were the other day," he said, "but it was a onetime event. I'm not looking for a long term affair."

"Thank you, I think," Cindy said, "but I came to ask you why you sent me these photos?" She placed the envelope on his desk.

He opened the envelope and looked surprised, "Where in hell did these come from?" he asked aloud while looking at Cindy in panic.

"I thought you sent them as some cruel joke."

"It wasn't me," he said, pondering the source of the pictures and wondering who had them.

"If it wasn't you, then who did it and why?"

He sat for a long moment before his eyes lit up., "I know where these came from let me check. Thanks for bring these to me. I should have some answers before the day is over.

Oh his way back from lunch, Ben stopped at the security desk and asked the African-American male sitting there if he could speak with him during his break. Ben and Lorenzo Sillis arranged to meet at three thirty in the cafe.

As soon as Clifford returned from his lunch break Lorenzo told him about his meeting with the white guy on the video, Ben Curtin. "I'm going to meet with him in the Café during my break."

"Good, are you going to show him the other pictures and what we want to keep quiet?"

"Yes, we agreed last week to keep quiet about the tape if the female would sleep with us. I'll show him the other pictures and make him an offer he can't refuse," Lorenzo said, laughing about the Godfather cliché.

At the appointed time Ben entered the café, looked around, saw Lorenzo, and sat beside him. "I could have you fired for keeping that tape and sending those photos to Cindy," Ben said, angrily staring daggers at Lorenzo.

Another envelope appeared on the table Lorenzo said, "Open it."

Ben did and looked at three photos. The third was a clear picture of him zipping up his pants.

"I can have both you and this young lady fired for having a sexual affair in this building."

Ben grimaced and said, "It seems we are at an impasse. Both of us have evidence to get the other fired. I don't believe any of us wants that to happen, so what do you want?"

Lorenzo smiled. "The girl." 

"What? You want Cindy? Are you crazy?" Ben asked questions in rapid fire succession.

"Cliff and I want the girl, the same way you did, it's either that or we'll all lose our jobs."

Ben was dumbstruck. Cindy was nothing special to look at, her breasts weren't large, she did have a nice shape, and was a great piece-of-ass. He'd even thought of having another go with her himself. "I don't know, I can't speak for her. "I don't know her feelings about African-American men," Ben said fearful of losing his good paying job, and felling sorry about the decision Cindy would have to make.

"There's no rush, but we would like to know by the end of the week so we can start looking for new jobs. Both Cliff and I are retired military, and know how to treat a lady. Talk with her and get back to me by Friday."

* * * *

Ben waited until just before five before calling Cindy into his office. "I'm sorry I got us into this situation, but we're being blackmailed, "he said anxiously wringing his hands, running them through his hair, and drumming them on the table.

"How and why are we being shaken down?" She asked with an innocent look on her face.

"Two security guards have the video and pictures in the office we used, and they planned to expose us for having an affair in the building. You know, of course, what we did was against company policy," he said stating the simple fact. 

"Can't you have them fired for using the company's video system to badger us?"

"Yes, if we don't give them what we want they'll give the tapes to the administration and we and they will be fired," he said waiting as long as he could before telling her what it was they wanted.

"Tell me, what do they want?"

Reluctantly and hating himself for putting her in this position he finally said, "You, they want you.

"Me what could they possibly want with me? She asked being quiet for a minute or two. "Oh my god, they want to fuck me. Is that what they want?"

"I'm afraid that's what they want," he said felling horrible for having put this kind of pressure on her.

"Why, I'm not the kind of woman most men want?" She asked not understanding their logic.

"I think it's because they believe you won't say no to save your job, and you're white," he said, "but I'm not going to put any pressure on you. It's your decision to make, and I'm sorry because it's my entire fault. If I was thinking with my head rather than my dick we or I should say you wouldn't be in this position."

"I've never been with a black man before let alone two. What do they look like? She asked, trembling for the first time.

"They're both good looking athletic types; who are retired military. I would say they're in their early to mid forties," he said trying to be as good a face on the situation as possible.

"I don't think I can do it," she said I can't imagine myself sleeping with two black men."

"You don't have to make a decision until Friday. Why don't you take the elevator to the second floor and walk down stairs to the lobby so you can check them out," he said hoping she wouldn't be turned off when she saw them.

"That's a good idea. I'll do that and we can talk again tomorrow," she said, leaving his office, returning to her desk, picking up her purse, before heading for the elevator. Her stomach was in turmoil, her heart was beating rapidly, and she was perspiring. Why did I ever allow Ben to take me into that room and fuck me? She asked herself as she rode the car to the second floor.

She stopped at the head of the stairs, but she couldn't see much. They were as Dan described them: black males, probably less than six feet tall, with slender builds. Walking slowly down the stairs she surveyed them as closely as she could without being blatant. They were good looking for black men, but they were black men.

All she could think about on the way to her apartment was having sex with two blacks. She wasn't hungry, so she went to her computer and looked for porn sites. It took her several hours to find a site with video's on interracial sex. She was appalled. They all had cocks like stallions, and in most cases used them as weapons. 

Very few of the woman involved seemed to enjoy themselves. They appeared relatively normal sucking long, thick cocks, and relieved when they were done fucking. Some of them even seemed to enjoying having jism ejected on to their breasts, faces, and mouths. But during the sex act itself most of them seemed to be in agony, especially the petit females who couldn't take more than a few inches of the long, black shafts.

By midnight she was sure she couldn't go through with what they wanted. Sex was supposed to be enjoyable as it had been with Ben, but she wasn't going to be sexually tortured. In addition, she'd never known a black man well enough to have a conversation, let alone have one invade her most intimate space, her most precious asset. Her decision was made.

* * *

She hurried out of the house the next morning, and stopped along the way to buy a newspaper to begin looking for another job. It wasn't until she walked into the lobby she remembered her identification badge was laying on her dresser.

Darn, she thought to herself. I'm going to have to get a temporary badge from security. She gritted her teeth, walked stoically to the desk, and stopped at the counter.

"May I help you Ms.? A pleasant well spoken black man asked.

Looking down she said, "I forgot my ID and need a temporary.

"Yes ma'me right away," he said turning to a cubby with the temporary ID forms. "May I have you name and company affiliation?"

"I'm Cindy Wright and I work for ABC Communications," she said as quietly as possible, but noticing his name, Clifford, on his name tag.

He smiled at her, filled out the form, and had her sign a separate form. "There you are Ms. Wright, your all fixed up. Is there anything else I can do for you," he asked in a perfectly innocent way. There were no leering or suggestive remarks; he simply worked in a professional way.

As she walked away trembling she heard, "Have a nice day."

He didn't seem too bad.

That afternoon she followed the same procedure as on Monday. She more closely observed the two black men behind the counter. Aside from the fact they were black they seemed just ordinary guys in their forties.

At home on the internet, she looked for true or fictional stories about white females having sex with black men. The true stories, if they were true, made the experience seem pleasurable. As was stated over and over in the sources she read, "If you go black, you'll never go back."

However, many of the fictional stories showed for the most part a different side of how a black man treated a white woman. In some cases, it was rather rough, but in a majority of the stories the woman like being fucked and looked pleased and willing to doing it again.

Both "fact" and fiction showed women enjoying sex with black men even if they did have gigantic cocks. Her search of the internet gave her two different perspectives. In the videos the woman usually seemed in pain and didn't enjoy being rammed by a large, black rod, but in the home made videos and stories she read the perspective was different.

On Wednesday, she purposively left her ID badge in the care, and waited until she could get a temporary one from the other man. This gentleman's name was Lorenzo, and he treated her in the same professional manner. Being a little less anxious, she noted his hands and well kept nails. She left the counter believing the two men were not the stereotyped hoodlums seen on TV or read about in the paper.

At lunch, she sought out Jami Smith who had a reputation of sleeping around. They sat together and after chit chatting about the weather and office politics. Cindy whispered to Jami, "I'm considering having sex with a black man. Do you have any experience with them?" Cindy asked, hoping she wasn't over stepping her bounds.

"Why would you ask me?" She asked sternly.

"I apologize. I've just hear rumors and thought maybe you could give me some advice?" She said as cautiously as she could.

Jamie smiled. "I understand an ordinary girl like yourself can't get fucked by a white guy so you want to go black. Yes, black guys go for white chicks."

Cindy was insulted, but she held her tongue because she wanted a woman's advice. "Can you give me any specifics?"

"Ya, they don't all have cocks the size you see on porn sites, and my experience is there's no difference between a black and a white guy. It all depends upon the guy. I've had good and bad both ways. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Yes, thank you a great deal. I just want to get as much information as I can before I actually do anything."

"You're going about it the right way. Good luck," she said, walking away.

She stewed all day Thursday and until late Friday afternoon before she went to Dan's office. "I don't what to do it but I will," she said reluctantly. Call and tell them I'm willing, but it has to be some place safe. 

* * * *

It was agreed they would acquire two adjoining rooms in the Hampton Inn, and the door between the rooms would be unlocked with Ben in one room. In addition, the men would wear condoms, there would be no kissing or fondling, no fellatio or cunnilingus, and Cindy would apply lubricant. They would each get one ejaculation and the tapes would disappear.

Cindy was scared and nervous while waiting in her room. She was wearing only a white terry cloth robe, tied with a belt, and a six pack of condoms and a tube of KY Jelly in a pocket. Pacing back and forth trying to stay relaxed and calm; she jumped when there was a knock on the door. 

"Okay, were ready," a voice said.

She looked at Ben.

"Everything will be okay, I'll be right here."

Cindy walked through the door trembling with Ben beside her. Clifford and Lorenzo were standing by the bed in pajama bottoms. She decided she would take charge of the situation. "I'm going to take off my robe, apply some KY Jelly, and lay on the bed. I want to watch you put on the condoms. All we're going to do is fuck. Each of you get to come once." she said trying to put on a confident front.

"Ms. Cindy, you're even more beautiful than your pictures. Both Lorenzo and I are married and we know how to treat a lady. The three of us are going to have a good time," Clifford said, smiling while looking at her and Ben and then Lorenzo.

"That's right Ms. Cindy we're gentlemen and won't do anything you don't want us to do."

Ben said, "Who's going first?"

"I am," Clifford said.

Ben and Lorenzo left the room.

When the door closed, he said, "Take off your robe and lay in the middle of the bed."

She removed the robe, applied some KY Jelly, and got onto the bed.

He removed his pajama bottoms revealing a long, thick, semi-hard cock.

She gulped at its size

"I'd like to put a pillow under your hips.

He did, but she kept her legs closed. The springs in the mattress depressed as he crawled on to the foot of the bed. She watched him move close and with his hands spread her legs. She wasn't sure she wanted to go through with this, but she said, "Put on a condom."

She watched him stroke himself erect, roll the sheath the length of his cock, used his hand to her spread her legs, and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. 

"Don't hurt me," she said trembling.

"We're going to have fun. This is going to be one of the best evenings of your life." 

She felt the head of his cock penetrate her pussy lips. It didn't hurt. To her surprise he bobbed the tip in and out of her opening, it tickled. He stopped and pushed a little deeper. It didn't hurt and felt good, he pressed a little deeper and stopped. After a minute he stroked her slowly at that depth. She instinctively widened her legs as he entered a little deeper. 

Over a ten minute period he did the same thing over and over until he was completely encased by her flesh. Cindy's pussy was filled, it felt good. The entire time he smiled down at her and continually asked if she were okay.

She always nodded yes as she concentrated on his cock and smiling face. It was a nice face and a big cock. She was comfortable and no longer afraid.

She was fearful when he dropped to his forearms with his face only inches from hers. He had a smile on his face and smelled of Listerine and deodorant.

"Would you like to kiss? He asked.

She shook her head no.




Blackmail by Black Men



"I'm going to stroke you." He did.

His long, thick, hot cock moving back and forth sent thrills through her. He stopped deep inside her and wiggled his hips. Her eyes bugged as the head of his cock ground deep inside her and sent thrill after thrill surging through her body. She climaxed with a howl. 

He was gone, but before she could sit up the head of Lorenzo's cock entered her. He was bigger, and he too worked himself deep into her slowly over a long period of time. Her pussy walls were separated further than ever before. 

"Are you okay? He asked

Breathlessly, she said, "Yes, but it so big and feels so good."

Resting on his hands, he stroked her slowly. She felt his rod stretching her tunnel. It was wonderful. She reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders and brought his face close to hers, and said, "Faster." 

He didn't need further encouragement. He banged into her with the speed of a sprint car leaving the starting line. She groaned as a burning sensation flashed through her writhing body as she climaxed.

They lay still for a moment as she enjoyed the afterglow of her second orgasm. 

She started to get up but Clifford came into the room stroking his cock. "We're not finished Cindy. The agreement is that we would get to come once, but I didn't come and I don't believe Lorenzo did either."

Cindy started to protest but Clifford said, "An agreement is an agreement. So roll over on your stomach. We're going to fuck doggie style this time."

He placed a pillow under her hips to raise her ass. "You have a sweet ass Ms. Cindy but I like that pink between that bush of yours. He spread her legs.

"Don't forget protection."

"Damn, I did forget, Clifford said fining and rolling a fresh condom over his cock. 

She added more lubricant and said, "This time you have to come."

"We'll see. He spread her legs again, crawled between them, and slowly slipped inside. He placed his hands on her hips and stroked her at a regular pace.

"Um that's good," she said adjusting her body to better accommodate his cock.

"You got a nice pussy Ms. Cindy and I'm going to take good care of you. He lay on her and with his hips and ass plunged in and out of her at a much faster pace and for a longer period of time.

It didn't take too long before she grunted at each of his forward strokes.

Clifford persisted. He enjoyed having his stomach against her ass, his chest on her back, and his hand holding her arms stretched in front of her.

She squirmed just before her body went rigid, and she climaxed with a shudder. "Oh, that was good. Did you come?"

"Not that time. Maybe later."

"You said you'd come.

"No ma'am, I said we'll see but I didn't."

He was gone.

She set up just as Lorenzo came into the room stroking his larger cock. 

"Stay right there on the edge of the bed. We're going to fuck with me standing up." Before she could say anything, he gripped her ankles lifted them high and wide. 

"That's a mighty nice pussy you got Ms. Cindy. Relax and I'll do all the work." He edged the crown of his dick between her lips and carefully inched his way into her until he could go no deeper. 

"How does that feel?" 

"If you go any deeper I'm going to split in two, but right there it feel good."

He pulled her legs together, lifted then high, withdrew most of his cock and re-entered carefully.

She moaned.

Flexing his hip, thigh, and ass muscles he gave her long, slow strokes.

She moaned continuously.

He pushed her legs apart and continued thrusting.

Her moaning never stopped.

Several minutes later her he pushed her legs as far apart as they would go. He didn't stop hammering her. 

She craned her neck to watch his pounding and her breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. 

He leaned forward to fondle her breasts: he rubbed, cupped, massaged, pressed, kneaded, and thumbed her nipples.

She didn't protest because she was moaning.

"Do you like that?"

She didn't speak only nodded her head.

He pushed her legs to the side of her head and pumped his big, long cock in and out of her over running pussy. Pulling back he plunged one time as hard as he could.

She howled and passed out.

When she woke, she opened her eyes to find her head was hanging over the side of the bed and a dick hovering in front of her face.

"What, what are you doing?"

Lorenzo pushed his cock to her lips and cupped her small breasts that were hanging back and down. At the same time, her legs were pushed toward her shoulder until her feet were flat on the bed, spread apart, and a cock entered her pussy.

Surprised, she opened her mouth and Lorenzo slipped the head of his dick in. Clifford was fucking her pussy and Lorenzo has his cock in her mouth and his hands strumming her nipples.

Clifford steadily stroked her pussy. She was enjoying the taste of the cock in her mouth, and she jumped when Lorenzo took an entire tit into his mouth. All of the stimulations caused her to go ballistic. She wiggled from side to side, she arched her back up and down, she fucked Clifford's dick; she felt hands on her breasts, and then Lorenzo's tongue in her mouth. 

Cindy was on fire. Every organ in her body was stimulated by the cocks, hands, and mouths of Clifford and Lorenzo. She was excited, she was thrilled, she was ecstatic, she was over whelmed, she was in paradise, and she was being royally fucked.

The session lasted well into the night. She lost count of her orgasms, and all the rules were ignored. She was fondled and kissed. Her breasts were massaged and her nipples sucked. She climaxed as her clit was stimulated by fingers and mouths. Sucking cock while being stroked became part of the session. It was well after midnight when Clifford and Lorenzo came into her without condoms and each time Cindy screamed in ecstasy.

* * * *

That night the tapes were lost. None of them lost their jobs. Cindy's fear of black men disappeared. This ordinary looking female with shapely legs, a figure-eight shape, and a willing pussy became addicted to black cock.



Blackmail Can Hurt You!



I was sat in my office, pondering my future; well maybe pondering wasn't quite the right word. I was deciding it, I had risen fairly quickly through the ranks since joining after graduation.

I was 33 now, had it all, good job, high salary, lovely home, 2 kids, a beautiful wife, foreign holidays, 3 cars, one each for me and Erica, and a big sports 4X4 for mountain holidays.

I was a computer design engineer, and one of, if not the best around, but there was always competition, from inside the office and with competitors. We produce and manufacture software for every kind of PC, tablets, phones, you name it, we invent the gear that makes em work. One of my competitors, if that's the right word, works under me, he was following me up the ladder, pity for him I was on the rungs above, he didn't like it, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it, he would have to wait.

My name is Harry Rook, but I'm known as 'H' for short, the company that employs me is a large one, in terms of what we do, we employ about 300 people, but the turn over and profits are what keep us above the rest, we leave them in our wake.

But I have to be on my toes all the time, I develop new ideas and take my team with me, when ever a new idea comes along, I always make sure the credit is given to who it should be, but I am the one who fine tunes them, irons out the crease,, and brings them on line, like I said, we are a team.

But I am also the boss of it now, I had been given Griggs's job when he took early retirement, much to the consternation of one or two older candidates, but I was the right man for the job, I was given it, if you regard the fact that profits keep us in work, then it was no argument in the CEOs eyes, he was also chairman and owner of said company, what he said and did, went!

I saw myself as being at the top of my particular Christmas tree, the bangles and decorations were my family, and the res

t was my team, I was the 'fairy' at the top, looking over all my personal world. We had a policy of employing graduates in electrical, math, and some physics, as new intakes, this kept up the R&D.

I had one more position to attain, then after that my next leap, maybe in a few years, would be across to the Big tree, the one with the CEO, and the 5 man board, that was my ultimate goal. So I was eager to contribute to the firm's ongoing successes. 

Like I said, I am 33, my wife is Erica, we have been married for 9 years, she is 30, we have 2 small children, one of each. Our sex life is excellent apart from one fact; I can't on occasions, keep up with her. Sometimes she seems to get on such a high that I am fucked into oblivion, I don't mean literally, I can get her going, but she sometimes goes straight through the stop light, and wants more. And I love it!

'Sometimes Harry Rook,' she would say, 'I swear I'm gonna get me a vibrator so I can use it before we start, then we can cross the line together?' and she would smile and kiss me passionately. She really does have a high sex drive, I get all I want whenever I want it, and wherever, depending on where we are.

Erica is a man's walking wet dream, 5ft 7" thick blond silky hair, that finishes in natural ringlets that dance around her shoulders, gorgeous face, lips I can't stop kissing, eyes of crystal blue, pert nose and chin, a body made in God's body shop, nipples that tingle between your fingers, and are a sure fire way of stoking her engine. She waxes her pussy, it is always glass smooth and shiny, and boy does it glisten when she's wet, a backside that, if you put a walnut between her cheeks, she could crack it, and legs that disappear.

Her forte though, about once a month, maybe 6 weeks, she likes to tie me to the bed, and when that happens I know I'm in for a long night, longer sometimes than I would wish for, but who am I to deny a beautiful woman like her?

Don't get me wrong, there's no sadism, no pain inflicted, just plain good old torture by loving. I am tied hand and foot, spread eagled, naked and open to all unasked for attentions, and my prick is always stood to attention as soon as the last knot is tied,

Then she goes to work, first off it's a quick orgasm for her, she jumps on me, takes what she wants, and falls off, I hardly have time sometimes to try and pump my hips upwards, this is because she has been thinking about it all day. I can usually tell when it's on because her demeanour is quiet, but its not until she says to me, 'Harry up those stairs right now, and get ready.' She doesn't have to tell me twice, I'm away like Ussain Bolt, and I'm stripped waiting for her to come in.

She doesn't speak, she doesn't even look at me, she ties the knots, then disappears to 'get ready' she always comes back dressed in underwear to kill for.

My prick is pointing to somewhere above my head, I get wanked, kissed, and licked all over, my balls get eaten, sucked in, always a fearful thing! My nipples get chewed, my neck get's it, straddling me, sitting on my stomach, she'll reach behind, staring intently into my face, and my prick and balls get a mauling from her fingers and nails, its heaven. She'll sit on my face for 30 minutes or more, while she toys with my swollen dick, all the while sliding slightly backwards and forwards so I can service her glass smooth pussy.

Her cum will fill my mouth, and the only way to avoid drowning is to get it down so I can continue breathing. She likes to kiss and tongue me with her juice all over my face, dangle her bullet sensitive nipples into my mouth where I hungrily devour them, she loves that.

Erica is on a high all the time; I can feel her orgasm's ripple through her to me, whichever way she is on me. I'm here like this for around and hour or more before she thinks about relieving me, I'm begging for it by now. She gives me a hand job, lying at my side so she can watch what she's doing, I lift my head and see her hand going up and down, and it's like a blur.

I begin to stiffen, my body takes on a movement all of it's own, I'm on my way, 10 seconds and I'll be spouting to the ceiling, she stops, quickly covers my mouth with hers to stop the protestations and whining, begging to let me finish. 

'Not yet lover boy,' she says into my mouth, that's when I know the night is going to be a long one.

She lets me be, I'm trying to twist myself to make me cum, no chance! She starts all over again once I have 'calmed' down, her words, not mine. But this time, after Erica has got hers, she makes me cum, and it's the longest slowest wank a man could endure, I beseeching her to speed up, I try and throw my hips up as her hand comes down, but she's wise to that, as soon as my hips wiggle, her hand goes up with them. So I have to lie back until the torturous spunking finally rockets out of my prick. Erica makes a great job of catching it in her mouth as it comes down.

After I recover she's at me again, this time it's a full on fuck, she rides me like Calamity Jane, and it's a sort of controlled fuck too, controlled by her, it's violent in its own way, but when she cums, boy does she fucking cum! She falls down on me, I can be there another half an hour, she even falls asleep sometimes, but I don't move, you tell me a man who would disturb her after that?

I wake in the night, the ropes have gone and we are sleeping like the married couple we are. But I have a nagging doubt that one day she might find that I'm not always enough for her, just from the shagging point of view, I know she loves me, but?

Any way back to me and my job, you can see why I work hard for her and the kids; I want to keep her in the style I have gotten used to giving her.

Rumour was going round at work that the guy who had the job I was after was going to be moved onwards and upwards. If true then I would be the obvious one to move into his vacant seat. I knew I would never get the top job, that was a no no. That was reserved for the boss's son Jason, I'm okay with that, he doesn't do what I and the team do, he is being groomed as the top dog, replacing his dad to run his 'empire.'

He was an okay kid about 27, a bit arrogant, but you can expect that, he had been made to work in every department since he joined from college, top of his class in business studies. He had been in mine for 6 months, I got to know him fairly well, I would never have made him a friend in any other life, but he was the boss's son, and one day he would be mine.

He was regarded as a bit of a twat though, he likes the ladies, and a couple of employees have left, rather than punch his lights out and end up in jail. You could see why women fancied him, he was over 6 ft, good looking, rugged and slightly ruddy in complexion, a smooth operator. And he annoyed me one day when he picked up the photo of Erica from my desk.

'Hmmm, nice H, very nice, she okay tween the sheets?' he laughed. It wasn't the kind of remark that I could have a go at him for, and I didn't want to upset the apple cart, so I let it ride. But I filed it away for future reference.

Then a week later the boss had a heart attack, he is only 57, but it was a serious one, the board got together, and it was decided Jason would take over the reins, with them in an overlooking mode, no one knew when, if ever his dad would be back.

Things continued as normal, but there was a growing feeling that no one could put their finger on was, things were changing somehow.

Then budgets got a little tighter, one or two people left, no reason given. The bloke whose job I wanted handed in his notice, one month and he would be gone. This worried me, simply because I knew I would have been a shoe in, but Jason was now the man, what would happen?

I got a call to present myself before the board for a meeting on the following Monday morning; it could only be to do with the upcoming soon to be vacant position. I went and it was. I was interviewed, I was amazed, but I had a good one and was confident in my own presentation and abilities, the board would award me the job, I decided.

I found out though that 2 others had been interviewed, this was alarming to me, what the fuck would I do if I didn't get it? The embarrassment would be overwhelming. What would Erica say, think? Should I start looking for a new job already? I was flummoxed to say the least. I was in a state of high anxiety all week, in fact I had to have a talk with myself, I couldn't let it affect my job. I had to keep up my performance, I was sure I would be monitored for a while.

The following Monday, still no word, I called Jason and asked for a brief meeting with him. He said, 'no problem H, come by after work, when its all quiet, say 6, okay?' I agreed, but thought it was funny to say that time of day.

I arrived on time, he was behind his desk, and I walked in, he offered me a seat, made coffee, and sat down and passed the time of day etc, he asked how things were in my bit of the world. I told him everything was dandy; we had just completed a project that would benefit the firm for years ahead.

He was aware of this of course but I thought no harm in mentioning it. Then I broached from sideways the pending appointment, 'what's happening,' I asked, 'the troops are nervous,' they weren't, it was fucking me who was nervous!

'Well H,' he said, 'there seems to be two of you who are in the frame, and the board have told me that as acting CEO it's down to me who gets it.'

'Wow,' I said, 'I have to ask you Jason, you anywhere near to making up your mind?' I shouldn't have, but I had to say it.

'Well, yes I am, but there's always room for negotiation H?'

'What does he mean,' I thought.

'And what's that Jason?' I said hopefully.

'H, have you got anything that could really make my mind up, it's very difficult, you are both more than qualified.' 

'What the fuck was he getting at, what have I got? I was stumped here.

'How badly do you want this position H, would you have to leave if you weren't chosen?'

The crunch was coming, whatever it was, I wasn't going to like it.

'Of course I want it Jason, I've spent my working life here, I have given a lot to the firm, your dad will tell you that.' I said.

'Yes I know, but I'm looking for more than past deeds. He responded.

Where the fuck is this going?

'The man I settle on will have to be aware that I am the boss around here, be a faithful collegue to me, do as he is told, and work within the parameters I set.'

This isn't what I was expecting. 

'I can do that Jason, you know me already, you know what I do, and can do.' I offered, I wanted to be out of here.

'What would you offer me H, what would you give for that position, is there a sacrifice you would make?'

This was sounding like some sort of blackmail.

'Anything Jason, ask away, what can I do for you, what can I sacrifice for you?' I hoped this would settle the situation.

'Have you spoken to your beautiful wife Erica about this H?' he asked.

'Of course I have, we discuss everything, she is my wife.'

'What would she give to get you into the position Harry?'

'Same as me Jason, just about anything, not least because I am the best man, and I deserve it.' I told him.

He leaned back in his chair, smiled at me, waited a moment, then he told me what he wanted.

'Would you allow me to have your wife for a weekend?'

'What?' I exploded out of the chair. 'What the hell do you mean, have Erica for a weekend!' 

'I would like to see her for a whole weekend Harry.' He repeated. I understood now just what he was meaning. I dived around his desk to get at him, he was ready for that, he held me off, I took a swing, but he danced away.

'Hold it H, you know if we come to fisticuffs, you will lose and lose badly,' I knew he was an ex boxer, he had even been in the Olympics. It made no difference to me, I struck out, then I found myself sitting on my rump wondering what I was doing there. He had clipped my jaw and down I had gone.

'You bastard,' I raged, 'I will kill you!'

'H, calm down, I've said what I wanted, you just think about it, that's all, talk to Erica, you want the job, I'm the guy who will make sure you get it, okay?'

I jumped to my feet, slowly, and went back at him, this time I ended up tipple tailing, my feet over my head.

'I'm off H, let me know, talk to your wife, and by the way, if any of this comes out, you will lose, no one will get the better of me over this appointment, but it's yours if you want it.' And I watched him from the floor walk out of his office.

When I had regained my feet and my head had cleared, he had gone, I left the building, my mind in turmoil, but I wasn't dazed enough to know there were only two possible decisions to be made. I gave him what he wanted, Erica, and I knew she would have more than a lot to say about that. Or I left and everything I had built and worked for over the years was over.

When I arrived home she knew something was wrong, she pestered me until I started telling her of Jason's kind offer! After about 2 hours of arguing and wrangling, I came out and told her straight what he had said. It floored her, she was for the first time in her life speechless.

'My god Harry, what a fucking devious bastard, he must know that the one thing in this world that would make you turn down the job, is the one thing he has decided that he wants, me!'

'I can't possibly agree to it,' I said, 'he has already told me that if it comes out, I will be finished, he will have the support of the board, he would just say its sour grapes, bad feelings etc, that I never got it.' 

'Would he attempt to block other job applications from you to other organisations darling?' she asked me, as her arms went around my neck.

'Now that is something I haven't thought of, the bastard might just do it, he has all of his fathers connections hasn't he?'

'Mmmm,' she replied, 'what are we going to do?'

'I don't know babe, I really don't.' We went to bed, and I lay awake all night, Erica slumbered but I knew it wasn't a proper night's sleep.

In the morning at breakfast, she saw to the kids, and it was strained, I knew her, she was working something out in her mind. 'Can you go to work late honey, let me take the kids to school, we have to talk okay?'

'Yes okay, I don't feel like work anyway, I am pissed right off, and I'm worried too, about our future, every thing I have worked for is in jeopardy.'

She kissed my cheek and said, she wouldn't be long.

When she came back the look on her face was something I didn't know.

'What's wrong Erica? Tell me honey.'

'We have our future in our hands Harry, me and you, not him, not Jason.' She said.

'I know,' I replied, 'but what can we do?'

Then if she had hit me ten times over with a baseball bat, I never saw what was coming, what she was going to say.

'I will go with him, spend a weekend with him, let him have me, he will only get the outside of me Harry, never ever the inner me, the one you know darling.'

Stunned never entered into it.

'Erica no, you can't I won't let you!' I shouted. 'I will leave, we'll start again.'

'No Harry, this is the only way, but you have to get a guarantee that you get the job, future promotion when the time is right, and never me again.'

'But Erica?' I was almost in tears.

'Harry, I love you with all my heart, no one else will ever replace you baby, never ever.'

'Erica,' I said, already defeated.

'Call him, set up a meeting, lay the conditions out, he has to sign too, and tell him this coming weekend or the deals off, no negotiations Harry, do you hear me?'

'Yes darling I hear you, Erica, this is a sacrifice beyond sacrifices.' I whispered.

Erica called him, I couldn't, I was too shell shocked, my wife was attempting to save my life, our life, and the ultimate sacrifice was her body to the bastard who had put me in this position!

She told him everything she wanted, she insisted on a signed legally binding document, notarized, and independently witnessed. All written in his hand and not type written, and using his personal stationary. And before he could answer, she said, 'by the way Jason, you can have me, but you'll never ever possess me!'

I was listening on the speaker, I could tell he was a little taken aback, but not knowing I was listening, he let slip that seeing her was worth her demands. He said the documents would be at our house by Thursday afternoon, and he would pick her up on Friday morning.

'No,' Erica said, 'I will meet you in the parking lot of Shenigans,' which was a huge superstore in the next town, 'at 11:00am.'

'Okay Erica, you got it, and by the way, I'm really looking forward to getting to know you properly.'

She ignored that, and asked. 'Where will we be going?'

'To my cabin in the mountains, you'll love it I promise.' He answered.

'Humph,' she replied, 'Jason, who knows where you will be this weekend?'

'For your satisfaction, I have told my staff I will be at my grandmothers house this weekend, no one will know of us, I promise you, okay?'

'See you Friday,' and she put the phone down.

Thursday afternoon, the said documents arrived, they looked fine to me, but I rang the 2 witnesses on the bottom, they were a legal office in town, both confirmed it was legal and they had the original in my name. Friday came, her mother and father had picked the kids up the night before until Sunday afternoon. 'We were going away for the weekend.' I had told them.

We kissed a tearful farewell; she had insisted on me not going with her, I would probably have killed him.

She had packed her gear for a weekend in the mountains, boots, jeans, big checked shirts, a large Parka with a hood. But all frumpy nightwear, well, it was frumpy to her, but to me it was overly sexy. I made sure her phone was well charged; although she told me not to expect a call, it would up set her, she said.




Blackmail Can Hurt You!



Erica:

I met Jason as arranged, he looked sheepish, as well he might for what he was putting me and my husband through. I put my car in the lot, and would pick it up on Sunday afternoon, no one would ever know of this, not if I had my way.

He tried to be chatty on the way, I only answered when I felt it necessary, he is good looking though and I understood how he could conquer a woman, but not this one, ever. I gave up ignoring him and decided I would get through this as best as I could.

By the time we got there it was 5 in the afternoon. It was a magnificent cabin, more of a log mansion I thought. Set high up a hill, or was it a mountain? The inside was stunning, a huge open plan room with a massive fireplace, and ready to be lit. It had fabulous wooden furniture. Two bedrooms you could hold a dance in, and en suite to both. I idly wondered which one was mine, knowing whichever it was, it would also be his. 

His caretaker had cleaned, stocked and prepared it, it was ready for visitors.

After unpacking, he made sure my things went into the same closet as his did, giving me a knowing wink. He said we could go for a walk, the early evening was lovely, soft warm sun, the meadows below us wafting in the summer breeze.

He didn't make a play for me, trying to hold back hey? But he kept close, taking my hand if he thought I was a little unsteady, twice an arm went around my waist, but all in all he was quite the gentleman, though I knew what was on the cards for later wasn't anything to do with him being a gentleman.

I have to admit, I loved the walk, it was relaxing and exhilarating, I asked him, what the huge rock/mountain was above us, 'oh that's Garfolds folly, its called that because a man called Garfold jumped off it a 100 years ago, no one knows why, but his name is all that it goes by.' It was very impressive, it seemed to rise at the back, maybe I could climb it, but the craggy sheer front of it looked frightening, it dropped 150ft he told me, straight down. The walk left me feelling fresh and calm when we got back.

He suggested I go and shower, he would light the fire, and get the steaks on, and asked me how I liked mine, I told him medium rare, just like me he said. I didn't know if he meant him or his steak, so I didn't ask.

I had a long leisurely bath, not a shower, and dressed in clean jeans and shirt, also high boots. He was in the kitchen cooking, the fire was roaring, he came out and gave me a glass of wine, and we had a 'toast' to the weekend.

The dinner he made was terrific, including his own home made salad, it was all delicious. He still hadn't made a move on me, I found it a little annoying, just maybe I'm not the sexy beauty he thought I was? How wrong could a girl have been!

After dinner, he asked me onto the veranda that ran 3 ways around the cabin; the views were to die for. The moon was high; a silvery light shone down on us, and the stars, oh those stars. The smells of the pine, meadows, it all filled my nostrils, it was the most exciting view I could ever remember seeing, and also certainly the most romantic.

Then I was aware of him behind me, I tensed now, waiting for his first touch, it came with his hands lightly on my hips, then a slight feeling of his body just against mine. I daren't move, I was waiting for something to happen, what? The what, was a kiss on my neck, I shivered inside, his breath was hot, his lips cool.

I involuntarily turned my head to one side slightly, thus giving him access, why? I don't know. Soon his little kisses became bigger ones, then he moved to the other side, again I turned my head to suit, what the hell was I doing?

He handed me a little elasticised band, and said, 'put your beautiful hair up Erica.' I did, but I didn't know quite why, but it did give him total domain over my heated neck, and when he nipped my skin between his teeth, right on the bit that neck meets shoulder, my legs quivered.

Fucking hell Erica,' I told me, 'you are going to have to resist this more than you are or he is gonna get you completely!

I tensed my senses, to control it, and I was succeeding, until I suddenly found I was staring at the stars, those beautiful glittering dots. The reason I was staring at them was because my head was laid back on his shoulder as he kissed my neck. Then they seemed to darken, I wondered why, then I realised I was closing my eyes, he was winning the battle for my seduction!

In the next several minutes I went through it, his hot nibbling kisses, were beginning capture my senses, then I felt a hard bump on my bottom, his prick! I know I moaned, I just hoped it was inside of me. I knew inside that if he got my nipples without me seeing him do it I was done for, my nipples have been my undoing several times in the past, even to a couple of guys who wouldn't have got a chance normally. My purpose was to keep an eye on his hands which were now right around me.

My thighs somehow, were against the wood railing around the veranda, and his cock was now softly crossing my rump, in any other times I would be tearing his clothes off to get at him, but this wasn't my husband was it?

My head was laid back on his shoulder, his red hot breath washing me, his cool lips paying close attention to my neck, I was loving it, 'Stop lying to your self Erica!' I said to me!

I felt a coolness in front of me, and I also felt my nipples tighten and grow rapidly, obliquely I managed to look down, and what I saw mesmerised me, my shirt was open halfway down, my bra was pushed up, and he had my traitorous nipples between his fingers. His prick was also now tightly lodged into the crack of my backside.

I was suddenly thrust into a high state of arousal, I think that this was because, not only was he working me up very easily, but also because of the moon, the stars, and certainly a big helping of the blackmail I was subjected to. I felt subservient to him, he had the power over me, I was the typical helpless, defenceless little woman at the hands of a monster, I liked it, it was a great feeling!

'Jason,' I whispered, turning my face to his, I never got another word out, he kissed me fully, completely, and lips were locked, my nipples got further treatment, his cock was pushing me into the railing, and my hands had covered his, not to pull them off, oh no, to keep them on. I was under.

I twisted round to face him, we kissed and fumbled, my shirt flew off me, his followed, my hands were all over him, his belt went, his zip came down and my hand went in looking for him, I found it first attempt, my jeans fell down somehow, my panties got thrown over the veranda. A hand cupped me, and fingers found me all wet and slippy, He was in, job done, and so easily too!

He picked me up where I stood, and kissing all the way to the bedroom, we fought for supremacy, who won? I don't really know, I do know his prick was in me in a heartbeat, I yelped in glee, we began a monumental fuck fest, we fucked at each other manically, he was about the same size as Harry, but I could tell the difference. 

An orgasm hit me, I cried out, I am a bit vocal when one gets the better of me, then I had another, this was too much, I wasn't used to hitting the top so soon. Jason still over me was banging away with all he had, I felt for his balls, 'Ooooh big and very full' I thought.

But he didn't cum, I was expecting him to blast me full of it, in fact I was wanting it, he just kept at me, kissing me, biting my neck, bending his head and attacking my nipples, I was going ballistic, I had more orgasms.

'Jason, please baby, cum for me, cum in me honey, please' More battering, 'I'll cum when I'm ready to cum Erica,' he told me forcefully. This sent me over the top again, was I with a man who could actually handle me? I had been with lots of men before Harry, but none since, I had decided that there wasn't a man out there to be found who could fuck me the way I had always wanted to be fucked. Had he found me?

I ended up hanging onto him while he fucked me the way I had wanted to be fucked, to within an inch of my life, and when he came, it almost drilled a hole though my head, it was so hard, so long, so hot, and so so intense, I had my last of how many orgasms? I never knew.

He got off me slowly, looked at me, I felt I was in a stupor of sorts, he kissed me, and said, 'Erica, that was the best fuck I have ever had, it really was,' he told me quietly.

I stupidly, but thought I was being funny said, 'Oh so that's it then, once and your done hey? Typical, just when I'm getting going, you want to sleep?' I was still full of gratuitous arousal and wanted TLC that's all. He took up the unintended challenge. 'I'll show you lady!' he said strongly.

He yanked me over and onto my knees, and banged his prick right back up my pussy, it made me squeal in surprise, I was amazed, he didn't seem to have gone down, he fucked at me hard, beautifully very hard, his hips and thighs driving me up the bed as he went. Climax followed climax, my head was spinning, he reached under me, ravaged my brazenly hot turgid nipples, then my clit got a tugging, he wasn't taking prisoners here, he was teaching me a lesson, and I learned it too.

I had more orgasms, I was under no illusion now, I had finally been mastered, something I had always wanted, needed all my adult life, to be dominated, fucked, taken, used, abused, and made to be sexually subservient to another man. He plunged his prick into me one final time, and I managed to clear my arms and head away from the wall above the bed, where he had pile driven me.

He was on his back now, I twisted myself over and lay on mine too, There were thoughts in my head, 1, he is a fantastic lover, a man's man, he gets what he wants, 2 this won't be the last time he comes for me, he'll want me again, he is going to work this again, I've done it once, I'll be forced to go with it to save us, even if Harry says no. But no matter how good a lover he is, he will never own me, I will always be Harry's. 3 I have to find a way of getting out and away from him when this is over?

I looked at the clock, it was 1:20am, we had got into bed 4 hours ago, he was immense in stamina and staying power, he had more or less been fucking me solidly all this time. He slid his hand to me, and fingered my still burning pussy; rolling to me he took me in his arms. 

I knew now, he could defeat my body, but he would never defeat my mind or my heart. That was when I took the decision, that I would give him everything he wanted from me, no matter what, he could have it, and me.

I reached for his cock, it seemed to tingle in my hand, it was wet and sticky from our ejaculations, I bent my head and sucked him into my mouth, I love the taste of my cum and Harry's, he was no different, I gulped him down, licking all of him clean. Then I gave him the best BJ I could manage, I wanted him to cum again, I wanted the single taste of him.

I was all around him in every position I could get myself in, his prick had hardened again, so I knew I was doing ok.

'I love watching you blow me Erica; just wish H could see you bringing me off like this?' This galvanised my efforts, the thought of Harry seeing this nearly made me sick!! Soon he was spouting his thick load down my waiting throat, It was as good as Harry, I was now seeing this as purely sexual, no love, no feeling, just animal primal fucking and rutting.

There was no way I could prevent myself from responding to him, he had me, I was his, he owned me, he knew how to turn me on, willingly or not, my body was his, and he was using me to his great advantage, but I was growing to hate him now too.

He kept at me until dawn broke, there was no way I couldn't help but marvel at him, he really was the most consummate, and sexual predator I had even known or met. He just kept going and going, his prick was in and out of me like an embroiderers needle, using it, in and out, back and forth, stitching me up good style.

As the sun broke over the horizon, we fell asleep, I was totally exhausted, this would stay with me for as long as I lived, but also securely locked away, no one would ever know of it, not even my Harry.

I woke up to the smell of fresh bread, bacon, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, and other deliciously smelling products. I managed to get my head from under the covers to he him, totally naked with a tray in his hands. It was 2 in the afternoon.

'Come on sleepy head,' he laughed, your breakfast awaits you.

I couldn't help but look at his cock swaying between his legs as he stood at the side of my bed. I then did the most ridiculous thing I have ever done, or even thought of. I dove for his prick, I got hold of it, and it was in my mouth before he could draw breath!

He stood there, silently, I could see the tray above my head, then I went to work, God knows why I did what I was doing, but I just wanted him, before we ate, so I ate him, 10 minutes he stood there, then he twitched his hips, and he was unloading, I held his balls in one hand and his prick into the other, I got what I wanted, swallowed all his mornings load, licked my lips, pulled off, and said, 'come on then Jason, I'm famished.'

He took my actions as finally giving into him I thought, he would be thinking to himself that I was his woman now, maybe even thinking he would take me from Harry. There would never be a cat in hells chance that would ever happen, Harry was my guy, and I was his gal, end of!

I was also formulating a plan in my head that could possibly solve our problems, but I knew if it went wrong, our lives would be over.

We ate breakfast, I emptied my plate, and then he was at me again, my body yelled 'Ooooh yes!' my mind told me different, I understood now that for all my bravado, it was getting more difficult to accept this. But my desires for another monumental from Jason got me going thankfully.

He really was insatiable; he had me all over the bed, all over the house, on the veranda, on the grass outside, the swing seat, everywhere. I left my cum all over the place, and he did too. 'I'll have to clean all this up!' I told myself. I made mental note of where I had been, and where to clean.

Four hours later, after I had had a nap, I asked him if we could walk up the mountain to take in the views. 

'Definitely,' he chortled, 'making love, and fucking you up there is gonna be the ultimate fuck Erica,' he told me.

He had a shoulder bag, in it he put a torch for when it got dark, and a thick blanket, and obviously I knew what that would be used for. It took us an hour to get up, it was a relatively easy safe climb, but I was shattered by it.

When we arrived I was completely over whelmed by the views, they took my breath away, I almost cried, it was just too beautiful, I thought if I could, this is where I want to spend my life, standing just here. It overwhelmed me, so when Jason reached for me I was easy prey, I gave myself totally, he fucked me with an abandon that even surprised him.

'Erica, I could very very easily fall in love with you, you are the most exciting woman, and the most beautiful woman I have ever met, I mean it Erica, you are.'

I smiled in gratitude and kissed him, I had him on his back, he liked that.

'Get on Erica, ride me, fuck me baby, give me all of it, and you.'

I did, I fucked him like a mad woman, I fucked him harder than I have ever fucked Harry. I drove myself further and further, I never orgasmed, I had no desire to I wanted him to be free with me. He roared out that he was cumming, he almost threw me of, when his hips smashed up at me, and his balls emptied for the umpteenth time.

An hour later he fucked my arse, I had hoped he wouldn't want to, but he insisted, I gave him it, I do like it when Harry fucks it, and he got me going as usual by my nipples and clit, my cum flooded down onto the blanket.

We rested, and played, then I told him I wanted a photo to remember it all by. He said, 'I don't have a camera baby?'

'I have my camera phone,' I took a few snaps, then told him I wanted to take ours, 'no one will ever see them but me and you Jason?'

He took one of me with the fields and mountains as a backdrop, I held the phone and took one of us arm in arm, then I told him I wanted one of him with the backdrop.

'No Jason, not there, there.' I pointed.

'Okay,' and he moved.

'Nope, not quite right,' I said, and went to position him, when I reached him, said, 'come this way, turn slightly.' He did, I took the photo. We checked the phone, they were perfect. 

'Just for me and you Jason, they'll be our secret reminder of this weekend won't it?'

'Oh Erica, I am just going to have to see you again after we get back, I don't think I could do without you now?'

'We'll see Jason, this has happened because you have blackmailed me and Harry, could I ever trust you?'

'Yes yes yes Erica, I swear.'

'Okay, you said no one knew of us being here, was that the truth, don't lie to me Jason, not now?'

'Yes Erica, not a soul knows about us, me being here, and certainly not you, believe me.'

'I do,' I told him.

'Harry, I spoke into my phone, 'come and pick me up right now, don't ask, don't argue and do not tell anyone you are doing it, and do it all right now!'

'Erica, oh Erica, I'm on my way darling, I love you my sweet wife.'

'I love you too Harry, now hurry.' I closed the phone, I had a lot to do.

Harry got there about 4 hours later, it was 2 in the morning, I got in with my things. 

'Where is that bastard?' he asked.

'Just get me home Harry,' I told him and fell asleep, I never woke until he shook my shoulder.

In the house I told him, and we agreed, that we had decided not to go away, we had spent the weekend at home.

It was 2 weeks later that the missing Jason's body was found at the foot of the cliffs, no one knew he had even been there.

It was investigated by the police, who said he must have decided to have a quiet weekend on his own, walked up the mountain, and tragically fallen, or slipped over and died from his wounds.

I had got the revenge and retribution my husband and family had deserved from that rotten awful bastard. Harry got his promotion, and told that in 3 years or so, he would probably make the board.

We now live a very happy and fulfilling life, and the photos? They, nor the phone saw the light of day again.