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Spunky Blackmail Ch. 01

By: Mister_Shy



I met my girlfriend Tara about midway through college and we've been together ever since. I love her. She's an amazing person and she's easily the smartest girl I've ever dated. When we first met there was the usual hot and passionate hookups. I'd call her up at 2 in the morning while I was taking the El back from downtown Chicago and she'd meet me at the Purple line and take me home. We'd fuck each other's brains out and that would be that. The next morning I went to Davis and she took the train to Columbia. 

It was not the greatest sex I've ever had. Again, I say this with full love in my heart for her, but it's one of those things that sooner or later in the relationship you have to confront. It wasn't that she wasn't eager to learn or as horny as I was. We were just coming from different sexual backgrounds. Tara and I settled into a fairly regular sleeping/fucking pattern after we moved in together our Senior year and, to be completely honest, it wasn't that bad. It wasn't ever exciting, but it wasn't bad.

So I was faced with a dilemma that Senior year: do I stay with Tara and get another apartment with her after college, or do I end the relationship and pull up stakes? We both had job offers in the city and things were looking really good. I loved Tara and I could see myself marrying her. She read four or five different newspapers every morning, she was a journalism major with a social policy minor, she had a great sense of humor. There were few annoying quirks or neuroses but it was your usual gender nonsense. But the one thing I had to grow to love were her breasts.

Obviously Tara was not my first. The girls that made up my pantheon of exes ranged in personality from the frigid and uptight to the wild and nymphomaniac. I've been lucky to know all of them and each of them taught me something new, whether about myself or women in general. Their bodies ranged as diversely as their personalities and one thing I learned - that movies and imagination had never taught me - was that all women are built differently. Not even vaginas look or behave the same. And when it comes to breasts women are the practically snowflakes. Large breasts do not always equal better breasts, sacrilegious as it seems. For example, I was once falling over myself to get this beautiful dark-skinned girl into my freshman dorm. She had breasts that looked like they were ready to burst from her bra. And once we got into bed and the clothes came off, I saw that they were. But as large as they were, her breasts had no real shape, reached for her knees, and were covered with stretchmarks. Don't get me wrong - they were fascinating. But not what I'd fantasized about.

I love boobs. It sounds basic, but there it is. I love legs, I love a tight ass, freckles, an unconscious smile, I love women. But there is no comparison to having a perfect nipple pressed against your palm and your fingers happily squeezing a woman in the throes of lust. Or naughtily in an abandoned parking lot. Or surreptitiously while the two of you are waiting in line. You get what I'm saying.

Tara had very small breasts. At first I was into them just for their novelty. They weren't so small that she was flat-chested. She was at least half a cup size away from that. But they were smaller breasts than I'd ever encountered before and left, unfortunately, much to be desired while we were going at it. If they'd been a little rounder, or maybe a little fuller, this would be a different story. But instead they sort of just stood out from her chest, beautiful in their own way but, well, not the locus of my erotic fantasies.

We had a great time together nonetheless and there were very few complaints on this end. 

Enter Tara's younger sister, Courtney. Courtney was almost the opposite of her big sister in nearly every way. Their faces look strikingly similar. In the right light they could be fraternal twins. Tara in most ways was more delicate. She was petite, several inches shorter than Courtney. Courtney was only a few inches shorter than me. She had very dark skin compared to Tara's "Chicago tan," she talked a lot more but had a lot less to say. Courtney had opted out of going to college and instead had her and Tara's parents put up the money for her to become a beautician or something, I was never very clear. She swore frequently but tried to curb it around her family. The girl was boisterous, loud, and petulant. So what am I getting at?

Courtney had amazing breasts. She was only a little taller than Tara but the similarities in their faces made her sometimes look like a trashier, sluttier version of her sister. You can see where I'm going with this... Where Tara dressed in her own style, Courtney always dressed predictably and provocatively. How do I know her tits were top-class? Because she never failed to wear shirts that ensured any passerby could get drunk on her cleavage. Courtney did tanning booths all the time and those puppies were as unconvincingly brown as the rest of her. Tara's younger sister had the kind of breasts that you can practically taste. I haven't been a teenager for at least five years but catching a glimpse of Courtney abusing a shirt that was never meant to withstand such springy sweetness felt unfair in a way that bounded and resounded from my brain to my balls and back again. It brought back the same dire longing that hormones extrude from a kid just trying to do his homework and ignore the erection waiting for just the slightest provocation from the outside world. Watching the way Courtney moved, the way she'd reach across the table, a man could get a sense of how soft she was, yet how firm and pliant she might be. And, yes, she did catch me more than once following the several dangling necklaces she wore down into the warm recesses of her body. She was never amused.

As for the rest of her, she wore skintight black pants one afternoon to her sister's graduation that showed with a few extra inches comes a luscious bottom. Whenever I was alone enough to fantasize, Courtney was never far from my mind. Yet I wanted to be with Tara. She was my girl and we had gladly decided to get another apartment together after college. Her sister was just some physical fantasy. But there it was: the fantasy. In the darkest places of my mind I imagined what it would be like to sneak into Courtney's room during one of her frequent visits and have my way with her anonymously. That was patently ridiculous. Yet being in a steady relationship with Tara meant close contact with her family, and having those succulent globes so near at hand was a maddening thing.

But I tried to put it out of my mind.

One Saturday night, about a year after Tara and I had graduated college, I was roaming the apartment looking for something to do. We'd gone out with friends that evening to celebrate something - somebody getting married or a promotion or maybe it was just an average night of indulgence - and come back on the El pleasantly drunk. Tara made an omelette and then fell asleep before she could eat it. I turned the burner off and helped her get her shoes off. Then I returned to the kitchen, ate the omelette, and retired to the living room. The doorbell rang.

I got up and checked the clock. It was 2:20 AM. Curious, I went to the door and sidled up to the peephole. Courtney was standing outside the door in ripped jeans and a tank top. I took a moment to admire her small but upturned nose with its light sprinkle of freckles. I unlocked the door and greeted her. But before I could get "Hey, how's it going?" out of my mouth Courtney had pushed past me and made a beeline for our kitchen. I hastily locked up and followed her, just in time to see her bend over our sink and heave. Several of my lustful fantasies were given a sharp kick in the groin. While I stood awkwardly in the hall Courtney raised her arm and waved at me angrily.

"Get over here," she muttered.

I let out a dumb, "What?"

"Hold my hair back!" she hissed.

Right. I came up behind Courtney and grabbed the bunched hair she had gathered in her right hand. I turned on the faucet and let it run. Courtney seemed to react to the sound of running water and sighed, bending over the sink and pushing her ass into my crotch. 

"If you think you can make it," I said, ignoring the warmth of her behind, "I can take you to the bathroom. I don't want you to clog the sink."

She gave an annoyed groan.

"Fine then," I said, sweeping more of her dark hair behind her ears as we both leaned over the sink and waited for her to get sick again. "Busy night?" I asked.

"Oh fuck you," she grumbled, putting her hands on the rim of the sink and relaxing a little.

"I didn't know you were back in town," I said. A few months earlier Courtney had moved to Indiana to finish her training in a salon.

"Stop talking," she grunted. I realized that Courtney was drunk, and it probably took as long as it did for me to realize it because I was slowly sobering up. I realized, however, that she was probably more drunk than I'd thought and I reminded myself not to let her fall asleep with us in this precariously impolitic position. Courtney heaved. The strain on her body drove her ass backward into my groin and forced me to reach out to keep from tipping off my feet. I grabbed, unsurprisingly, at the most prominent curve of her anatomy, her right breast.

Courtney must have been too drunk to be bothered because she didn't shrug me off. I used the handhold to get myself back on my feet but then, failing to be slapped, I kept my hand where it was. Courtney just leaned over the sink, ass straight out, and groaned. I realized too late that I was unapologetically copping a feel. Was it worth it? I could hardly fit the whole thing into my palm. It reacted against my fingers with a springy vitality, its swollen roundness so elegantly pronounced on so inelegant a woman. I squeezed. Here this poor girl was trying to barf in my sink and I groped her like any drunken frat boy. I regret nothing.

I gave one more tentative squeeze before she slapped my hand away. My dick stirred in my pants and I hoped that she didn't feel it, or was too far gone to care. "I'm fine!" she barked. She must have thought I was trying to keep her on her feet. "Keep your hands off my tits," she told me. Maybe not.

"It was an accident."

"Yeah," she said with a smirk. We waited together for her to vomit again but after fifteen minutes she finally asked to be sat down in the kitchen and given a glass of water. I had brought her a blanket and was all set to retire when she grabbed my wrist and told me to get her her purse. She had left it on the kitchen table when she smashed into the kitchen. I picked it up, handed it to her.

I sat down next to her on the couch and watched her cross her legs. There were so many holes and rips in the jeans that I could easily see the muscles in her thighs flex against each other. She was wearing black topless shoes that flopped limply from her toes. She searched for something inside the purse and I saw no harm in taking the opportunity to stare right down her cleavage while she had her head bowed. I had never had such an unobstructed view of her chest and after leaning over the sink for so long her breasts were now fully in view. I imagined that her left nipple was just a quarter of an inch from peeking over her haltertop. But I was satisfied with the sight before me, her chest expanding greatly as she regained her breath from the awkward crush of bending over the sink.

Courtney pulled her hand away from her purse and pressed something against my forearms. I fumbled to collect it and immediately found a wad of several hundred dollars in my hands.

It was a fat fold of bills. "What is this?" I asked.

"It's money, stupid," she said. 

Of course. Courtney snapped her purse closed and put it on the ground at her feet. She kicked off her shoes. Then she laid her fingers over her bare knees and finally looked up at me. Clearly the girl was pissed, but she wanted me to see her anger, not the fear behind it. I saw both and was curious, not to mention still buzzed enough to want to take my new mental images with me to the bathroom.

"I need you to hold this for me," she said.

"The money?"

She gave me an annoyed grimace. "Are you fucking retarded?"

"Hey," I said, handing the money back, "if that's the way you want to be."

She shoved her hands against mine. I was instantly aware of how hot her skin was. It was the first time our fingers had ever touched. "No, sorry, God. Just take the money."

"Tara..."

"Don't!" she hissed. She looked scared now. "Don't let Tara know. Put it someplace she won't find."

"Um," I said, trying to put my thoughts into words. "I don't-"

"Please," she said. That was new.

"OK," I said, more from exhaustion than common sense.

"And I won't tell Tara you touched my tit."

I laughed. "That was an accident."

"Whatever. You stare at them all the time."

I made sounds of protest.

"Whatever," she repeated.

We left it at that and Courtney curled up on the sofa. I took the money and hid it in the same panel of my toolbox where I hide my cigarettes. The next morning Courtney was gone. According to Tara she was staying with their parents for a few days. I actually forgot about the money for a few weeks until I tried to sneak a cigarette the next month and was shocked to find two-thousand dollars in cash. Courtney called her sister a few weeks after that to invite us to her new place in Indianapolis. 

We drove over during the long Presidents Day weekend. Tara hardly spoke the whole time and I realized that she'd actually been fairly distant for the last week. I asked if there was something the matter.

After some cajoling she told me that a few weeks back several hundred dollars were stolen from her grandmother's house. The money had been saved for a rainy day. Instantly I thought of the cache of bills stashed in my toolbox. "Do they know who took it?" I asked.

Tara shook her head. "Nothing else was taken so whoever stole it must have known it was there. It was in a little box in the linen closet." She stopped talking for a moment. "So that means it must have been someone in the family." Tara was visibly shaken. 

I wondered if I should say something but decided to hear the rest first. "Who?" I asked.

Tara sighed. "They're not sure. The last time they had anyone over was weeks ago and they just realized the money was missing this week."

It had to have been Courtney. I wasn't sure for what, and I definitely didn't know why she thought she could get away with stealing something so conspicuous, but there it was. Yet a shred of doubt clung to my mind. Maybe it was a complete coincidence. Maybe last month Courtney had just come into a fortuitous quantity of money and wanted to unload it somewhere without telling her sister. Yeah... Right.

We were on our way up to Courtney's apartment when Tara suddenly stopped. "I forgot the champagne," she said.

I myself had forgotten we were here to celebrate Courtney's birthday.

"I'll go," I said. "Just tell me what to get."

"No, no," Tara was already putting a list together in her head. "I also need to get a card and that chocolate she likes."

"Alright, well, let's go." I started heading back towards the car.

"No," she said. "Stay here. I think Courtney's setting up for the party later."

I didn't relish the idea of spending time alone with Courtney. She had never been my biggest fan. But it might give me a chance to find out what was going on with the enigmatic cash. After Tara gave me a quick kiss and sprinted back to the car, I walked up the slightly damp stairs to Courtney's place.

When she opened the door she was beaming. She really was a cute girl, upturned button nose, broad smile (bigger mouth overall than Tara's cute, demure lips), shining eyes. But the smile vanished when Courtney saw it was me alone. "Where's Tara?" she said flatly.

"Had to go pick up some things. She asked me to help you set up." I followed her into the apartment.

"Everything's already set up," Courtney said distractedly. As she crossed to the kitchen I got a look at her swiveling bottom. The party was not for several hours and she had yet to get fully dressed. Courtney was wearing gray gym shorts and a thick blue cotton top. She trod barefoot through the small but welcoming apartment. Banners and streamers hung from the ceiling and a table stacked neatly with cups and an assortment of alcohol was pushed against the wall. When I closed the door behind me Courtney was all business.

"Do you still have the money?"

"Uh-" I started. "Yeah."

"Is it with you?" she asked.

"Why would I have it with me?"

Courtney rolled her eyes as if somehow it was her great misfortune to be partnered with so inept a criminal companion. Her lips, which were pressed together in a firm arc of disapproval, were a deep red. She began to speak again but I volleyed first.

"Say, Courtney, where'd you get that money anyway?"

She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands coolly on her hips. Even half-dressed she was a knockout. The prickliness of her character made it impossible to like the girl but that worked in its own devious way. Her black hair was a little longer than shoulder length and straight and shiny as leaking oil. Her skin was darkened by frequent use of a tanning bed (which looks ridiculous anywhere but especially in Indiana in the middle of January). And while this did give her a slightly burned out appearance, it made the stark paleness of her teeth and eyes pop with a vibrancy that drew your gaze to her long lashes and full lips. Then of course there was her chest, amply stacked below her round shoulders and giving that blue cotton top a helluva job to do. Courtney's painted nails tapped against her hips, probably wider than she liked but undeniably curvaceous. She had thighs that looked like they could wrap around a man's back with dire consequences.

"Before you ask if that's my business," I said, raising a finger to staunch her bubbling protest, "bear in mind you did leave the money in my care."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she spat. "'Bear in mind,' 'in my care,' who the hell talks like that?"

"Are you angry because I'm choosing my words carefully or because you're trying to figure out an excuse?"

Courtney gave me an icy glare. "It's just money," she said. "I started a new bank account when I got to Indianapolis and I hadn't withdrawn all the cash from my old one. I didn't want to be walking the street with that much on me so I wanted Tara to hold it for me."

I regarded Courtney for a moment or two. "But you told me not to tell Tara."

Courtney's lips twitched.

"You were a little drunk, maybe you don't remember."

"I didn't want Tara to see me drunk," she said quickly. "That's all I meant. You could have told her about the money."

"Should I tell her when she gets back?"

Courtney swallowed hard. I could see the gears working overtime behind the sharp white of her eyes. I wanted to see how much Courtney would admit to before I brought up their burglarized grandmother.

"No," she said slowly. Then, "Where is it?"

"The money?" I asked.

Courtney nodded. A few strands of bangs fell over her eyes fetchingly. I couldn't help notice her breasts jiggle slightly too. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"It's...safe," I said. A strange but powerful notion peeked from within the dark recesses of my brain.

Courtney wiped the hair back from her face and bit her lower lip. We were standing roughly ten feet apart from each other, she at the counter of her kitchen and I very close to the front door.

"It's not my money," she said.

"Oh?"

She narrowed her eyes again. "You prick."

I held up my hands. "Hey, I didn't take the money. And I'm pretty sure I know where you got it from."


Spunky Blackmail Ch. 01



This shook her. "What do you mean?"

"It's your grandmother's, isn't it?"

"How did you know that?" was out of poor Courtney's beautiful mouth before she knew how to reattach her poker face. She winced and brought her palm to her face. "My sister..."

"Yes, your older sister is really upset about the money you stole."

"Does she know?" she said frantically.

"Not yet, no."

Courtney sighed. She leaned her head to one shoulder. "Okay. So, what?"

"You tell me."

"Are you going to give me the money?"

"I don't think so. I feel pretty bad about your grandmother."

"She can spare it," she said acidly. "Do you want to know what I need it for?"

I thought about that but I realized I didn't really care. "No," I said simply.

This pissed her off. "God, you're so fucking smug. Fine! Let's just sit here until Tara gets back so you can tell her all about it!" Courtney began to tromp out of sight, into the bedroom, when I raised my alternative.

"Who said I was going to tell Tara?"

Courtney stopped. "You're not?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. You need the money, I guess, but I don't know if that makes it right to keep it."

"If you give it back to Tara she'll ask where it came from."

"True," I replied. 

"So...what?" Courtney asked, frowning and looking at me over an open mouth. "You're gonna give me the money?"

"I could be persuaded," I said. 

What was I thinking? Well, to be absolutely frank, I was thinking of Courtney's tits. I loved her sister and I wanted to be with her, a girl who was so loving and kind and who gave far more than she received, especially from her family. But Tara was a compassionate rather than a passionate lover, something the last few years had turned into a comforting rather than an irritating thing. But I have, deep down, baser urges than that. I saw in this fortunate moment a chance to fulfill one seemingly irreconcilable fantasy: one sister's body and the other's continued bliss.

"What do you mean?" Courtney asked. "You want a cut?"

I grinned. "No." My eyes were unapologetically lingering on Courtney's cleavage.

Courtney actually followed my gaze to her own chest. When she looked up she had rage in her eyes.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking."

I crossed my arms. "What am I thinking, Courtney?"

"You're a fucking scumbag," she said. "I'm telling Tara."

"Tell her what? That I stared at your chest because you stole two thousand dollars from your grandmother?"

"Fuck," Courtney said quietly. She stared at the ground for a half second before looking up at me from under her dark fringe of hair. "What do you...want?" she asked.

"Well let's get one thing out of the way first. What do you want?"

It took longer than it should have for Courtney to realize we were making a transaction. But she got it eventually. "I want..." she stopped herself and cleared her throat. "The money. I want you to bring it to me."

"Okay," I said. "You took it for your own reasons. I wash my hands of that. One day maybe you can square it with your family."

"What do you want?" Courtney asked apprehensively. There was a note of tension that eased into an uncertain fear.

"Um," I said. "Take off your shirt."

Courtney looked offended but also surprised. "That's it?"

I grinned again. "No. But that's the start."

Courtney seemed to weigh herself on either foot. She glanced at the door. "If... Tara will be back soon."

"Don't worry about it," I said. Outside I tried to project a cool control. Inside I was equal parts giddy, excited, fearful. Part of me was given over entirely to the lustful query of how far this could possibly go. I knew exactly what I wanted to do... But part of me didn't see how Courtney could submit to it. She must have really needed that money.

"You want to see my tits?" Courtney said. The way she referred to them, how casually the word 'tit' rolled off her tongue, I could tell Courtney's 'tits' were a popular request from her guy friends and almost a tired topic to her. Of course I wanted to see her take her shirt off, she must have thought. Who didn't? I was glad to be in the majority. "If I take my shirt off," she said doubtfully, "you'll give me the money."

"Well that and a little more," I said.

"I'm not going to fuck you."

I smiled. "Courtney, I don't want to have sex with you-"

"Then what-?"

"How about a titjob?"

Courtney made a face. "Ugh. You're disgusting."

I shrugged happily. "Okay. I'll give Tara the money when we get back to Chicago and you and I can just sit here on our hands until she gets back."

"There's no way I'm letting your dick anywhere near me."

I looked over at the chairs arranged by the door and sat down. I hooked my ankle over my knee and sat back, arms folded.

"You scumbag..." Courtney growled. Then she took three steps forward and crossed her arms over her taut belly. Her fingers grasped the thin fabric of her shirt and she pulled up.

I was so excited I almost forgot to say, "Slowly..."

Courtney grumbled from somewhere in her shirt but that sound was swallowed by the smooth glide of fabric rushing against her bare skin. Courtney pulled up with her lithe arms and then all of a sudden the swollen undersides of her tan breasts dripped from underneath, sprung from the cotton like fat dewdrops. I saw the first and then the second dark nipple peek from the blue top and then sink down with its sister, falling solidly against Courtney's chest and giving a beautiful trembling quiver. Courtney must have been glaring at me as she balled up her shirt and tossed it onto the drink table. But I was enraptured. I drank in just the sight of Courtney's full, exposed breasts. They stood out from her chest, the chocolate nipples pointed not at me but at my forehead, almost the ceiling. The areolas were smaller than I imagined but that made the slope of Courtney's unfettered bosom so much sweeter somehow, delicate when it was so voluptuous. That, ultimately, was the defining attraction to Courtney's breasts. They were the budded fruit of all her womanly sweetness, a blossomed youth that was sexual and feminine in, sadly, all the ways her sister's ample love could not fulfill. This was a once in a lifetime blackmail opportunity.

Courtney crossed over to me. She stopped when she was standing only about three feet away and crossed her arms under her boobs and tried to look bored. "Okay," she said. "Let's-"

"No," I said. 

"What-?"

"The less you talk the easier this will be to explain." Courtney was furious. But half naked. So the effect was diminished. I was horny as hell and my dick was doing everything it could to grow hands and undo my zipper itself. "Squeeze yourself," I said.

Courtney grabbed her tits in either hand and squeezed, quickly, and dropped them. She gave an evil grin.

"Do it better than that," I said.

She sighed and raised her hands.

"Scoop them into your palms," I told her. Commanding her was getting easier. Courtney obediently slipped her upraised hands to her breasts, her thumbs brushing her nipples. "Lift," I said. Her fingers held each breast in hand like a plump water balloon. "Squeeze," I said and my dick strained against my pants. Courtney squeezed herself, closing her eyes to either avoid my hungry gaze or for some reason I would be a fool to guess at. 

"You've just been fucking waiting for this day, haven't you?" she sneered.

"Oh yes, ma'am," I replied cheerfully.

"What's the matter? My sister's tits not big enough?"

"Bigger than your bankroll, apparently. Squeeze again. Rub your nipples."

"You fucking freak..." she mumbled as she drew her index fingers across her dark red buttons.

"Spit on your hand," I said.

Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

"Spit on your hand and rub it on your tits. Rub it all over."

Courtney licked her hand defiantly and smeared it over her left breast.

"Spit on it, Courtney."

The skin on her nose wrinkled. It looked like she was ready to hurl another insult but glanced fretfully at the door for an illuminated realization that if her sister walked into the door she'd have both tits in her hands, presenting them to her boyfriend in lustful supplication. Courtney brought her palm up to her chin and spat in it, glaring at me.

"Rub it on your chin."

"You fucking-"

"I'm serious, Courtney."

She rubbed it on her chin like it had a rash. When she pulled her hand away a white bubbly trail led from her pouted lower lip to a growing trickle at her neck. 

"Spit on your hand again." This time Courtney did it without protest.

"Where do you want this one?" she snapped.

"Rub it on your left tit."

Courtney rubbed her saliva into her skin. "Do it again," I commanded. "Ugh," she said. She spat again and rubbed it over her breast. It was beautiful. The smooth sheen of her tan was now glistening under her apartment lights. I told her to repeat the same for her right tit.

"Lick your palms." Courtney licked her palms and ran them over her breasts. She ran her hands down her chest, to her belly. I made her do it several more times.

After a minute both of Courtney's breasts were coated in the sticky lather of her saliva. I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached down to my pants and yanked down the zipper. I'd barely unhooked the button before my dick popped out of my boxers and stuck straight out at Courtney. She actually jerked back at the sight of it.

"Holy shit!" she stammered, looking a little ridiculous, her cheeks shiny from the excess moisture of her spit. "Oh my god," she moaned. "I can't believe you're going to do this. This is so fucking gross."

I kicked off my shoes and pulled my boxers down with my jeans. I stood up to hook them off my ankles and faced Courtney. Separated by less space than we'd ever shared, I gazed down into her muddy brown eyes. "Your dick is poking into my stomach," she said through gritted teeth.

"Spit on your hand again." I smiled as she glared up at me and spat what she had left into her palm and rubbed. A wet smacking sound of sticky skin arose between us and I gently pried her hands away and laid my hands on her tits.

I let Courtney go on glaring as I ran my fingers over her wet chest and weighed each breast in my hand. Her skin yielded to me. After two years of Tara's petite A cups in my palms it was almost too much to suddenly be holding her sister's heavy C's. I leaned down and sniffed the spit on her chest and ignored Courtney as she slapped ineffectually at my shoulders. I gave her nipples two very welcoming kisses and she pushed me away.

I sat down heavily in the chair, dick sticking straight as a flag pole. I asked Courtney to squeeze herself a few more times before commanding her to get on her knees. Surprisingly she did this without comment.

Courtney was now sitting with her head and neck more or less aligned with my lap. Her raven hair trailed down over her shoulders. She stared at my penis as it wagged before her nose. Her tits were inches from brushing against my balls. "Let's get this over with," she said.

I was happy to. I moved forward on the chair and took her left shoulder in my right hand. Courtney sat up. Clearly versed in how this was done, she reached for my dick tentatively (it twitched and wriggled in her tense but longed for grasp). Grimacing, she placed it in the valley of her bosom and gathered her breasts in either hand. With my palms gripping both of her shoulders and her head trained down at my cock, she pushed her tits together and ran them slowly down my shaft.

I let out an appreciative groan.

Courtney didn't answer. She just leaned in and rubbed her palm over the top of my cock, pressing it hard against her chest. "Is that what you want?" she murmured.

"That's what I want, Courtney."

"You want me to rub my fat fucking titties over your dick, you shit?"

"Harder," I commanded her, and she complied. I stroked the back of her neck and humped forward to rub my balls against the sticky surface of her slick stomach.

"Ugh," Courtney said.

"You don't like my balls rubbing against you, Court?"

"No," she groaned.

"You don't mind that dick though, do you? You want that money."

"I want the fucking money," she said.

I couldn't help myself. I figured if she was willing to go this far she couldn't protest to a little dirty talk. "You're a little whore, huh?"

Courtney knew what I was doing. She kept her eyes trained down at my cock peeking up through the tops of her breasts and bent low until it almost hit her neck. Then she flexed and came up again, my swollen dick disappearing down her cleavage and leaving a slimier trail of precum on her tanned brown skin. "Yeah I'm a little whore," she replied. "You like getting off on your girlfriend's sister? That get you hot, asshole?"

"Yes," I said. I grabbed her shoulders and ordered her to squeeze her tits together harder. "Harder," I told her.

"You want to fuck these tits harder?" she spat. That gave me an idea.

"Spit on it," I told her.

"On what?"

"You know what."

A long white trail of spit left Courtney's lips and dribbled over the slit in my cockhead.

"Kiss it."

"No," Courtney said. She didn't look up. Her raven black hair framed her hands wrapped around my cock. 

"Spit on it again."

A thin line of saliva left her big, angry mouth and missed my cock. It hit the wet surface of her breasts and she shook her chin to separate it from her mouth, finally using her hand to wipe it off her lips.

"Don't bother," I said. "Spit on it again."

"I can't," she said. "I'm out of spit."

"Then use your mouth."

Courtney continued to minister to my penis with her breasts squished together. She looked up at me defiantly.

"Use your mouth, Courtney. I want my dick wet."

"That wasn't what you said you wanted..."

I pulled her hands away. Courtney stayed on her knees and wiped at the streaks of spittle on her chest. I cupped her heavy boobs in my hands and squashed them over my dick. "What am I doing to you right now, Courtney?"

"You're fucking my tits."

I leaned forward in the chair. I felt like my entire lower body was on fire. I arched my pelvis up, up higher, higher until it trailed her own saliva over her chin. "What is this, Courtney?"

"It's your fucking dick," she snarled.

"Good girls don't let boys rub their dicks all over their tits."

"Stop," she said.

"You said I could. Say it. Tell me you're a good girl." I grabbed her hands and pressed them to her breasts. Together we squeezed my dick in and out of her sticky cleavage. Courtney had to arch her back and sit straight while on her knees to let me fuck her tits. She tilted her neck back to keep my dick from banging her face. I wrapped my hands around her bare shoulder blades and drew her close. "Say you're a good girl, Courtney."

"I'm not a-"

"Then say you're a bad girl."

She glared. "I'm a bad girl," she muttered.

"Tell me how slutty you are."

"I'm a slut."

"How slutty are you, Courtney?"

"I fucking hate you," she said. I wiped some dry spit from her cheek. She almost bit me.

I leaned back, bringing Courtney with me. I still had my hands on her shoulders. "Tell me what you're doing, Courtney."

"I'm giving my sister's boyfriend a titjob."

"Do you let lots of boys cum on your breasts?"

"Is that what you want?" she said.

"I want you to say it."

Clearly no one had ordered her around this way before. Her anger was close to being spent and now she just looked incredulous. "I let boys cum on my breasts," she said flatly. She kept my gaze the entire time, her tits rubbing up and down, up and down, the precum oozing from my dick starting to leave a thick, sudsy trail down her skin. I watched it ooze down her chest and groaned appreciatively.

"You let boys cum on you, Courtney?"

"All the time," she said. "Do you cum on my sister?"

"What do you think?" I said.

"Does she let you cum inside her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Say you're a slut."

"I'm a slut, fucker," Courtney repeated.

"Say you're my slut."

"I'm your fucking slut," she said.

"So put your mouth on my fucking cock," I demanded. Courtney's eyes widened. She stopped rubbing her tits against me. For a moment she looked, instead of angry, perplexed. Then she looked down at my dick as if she'd forgotten what she'd been squeezing her tits against for the past five minutes. "Can you spit?" I said.

"No..." she said, still staring down at my cock. It was red and a little chafed but damn it it was worth it.

"Open your mouth, Courtney."

Her hair fell forward over her forehead as she leaned down. Careful not to let my dick escape her tits, she bent over until my balls were smothered in her breasts and she could breathe over my cock. "Agh," she said. "God, I can smell your dick." I leaned up and felt Courtney's puckered lips suck my head.

"Yes," I said, running my fingers through her hair. I reached down and pulled my dick from Courtney's mouth. Mid-suck, I pulled a string of saliva and cum from off her tongue. "How does it taste?"

"Horrible," she said. "How long were you in the car?"

I pushed forward. Courtney tumbled backward onto the carpet. Her strong thighs widened to let me follow her down. I was suddenly intensely aware of how close I was to fucking a pussy that was not my girlfriend's. Then again, I'd just had my dick in her sister's mouth. I crouched over Courtney and pinned both of her hands with my own, my dick almost balanced on her chin. Courtney stared at it as if it would bite her.

"You don't deserve my sister," she hissed.

I stroked her hair over her forehead and gazed into her burning eyes. "Do it for the money," I told her. I rubbed the head of my cock over her flushed lips. "Do it for your sister." 

"No..." she said.

"Use your mouth, Courtney. Make it wet. Just use your tongue. I'm keeping the money until you make me cum."

"Agh," she groaned. I rubbed the underside of my dick all over her mouth, precum sticking to her upper lip and nose. I grinned and pushed my member into her nostrils.

"Stop! Stop!" she said. "Okay, I'll do it. Back up."

courtney shut her eyes and parted her lips, silently allowing me to slide my shaft across her open mouth. From underneath she stuck out her tongue. I popped my cock back and forth along her mouth, dragging my balls against her lips and pressing my shaft against her high cheekbone, and Courtney dutifully licked it each time it entered her mouth. "Say you're a whore," I said.

My dick retreated from her face. "I'm a whore," she repeated. I slipped my dick back over her mouth. 

"Say it again," I said.

"m'a whore," she mumbled as I entered her.

I pulled out of her lips and trailed my dick down her cheek and neck until it was resting on the buoyant sphere of her breast. "Put me back in," I told her. Courtney grabbed my dick and slid it into her cleavage. My hands pressed into the carpet around her head and I rubbed against her as she pumped my cock between her slimy tits.

"You're fucking scum," she hissed.

"Fair enough," I groaned against her.

"I hope my sister comes home right now and sees you jerking off on me."

"I'd fucking love it." Clear precum was oozing out of my cock and pooling in the hollow of Courtney's neck.

"What about when I tell her what you did to me?"

I trailed my dick down her stomach and rested the base of my shaft against her clit. An expected tremor radiated out of her every limb and her protests were silenced by my mouth over hers. I slid my dick back up her stomach and watched the sticky mess it made of her curvaceous body. "I just needed to get you out of my system," I told her. "I'm going to cum."

"Where?" she asked.

"Where don't you want me to cum?" I asked.

"Don't cum on my face," she said. "Don't you dare," she threatened softly. In her eyes was the spark of defiant seduction. "Don't you dare cum on my fucking face," she spat. "You dirty motherfucker."




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 01



I held my shaft over her neck and made her grab me. As soon as her fingers slipped over my cock she started jerking me like mad.

"Don't you dare cum," she spat as she tried to point my cock away from her. "Don't you fucking cum on my face."

The heels of my palms dug into the carpet and I felt everything between the nape of my neck and my heels seize up. I drove my knees into the carpet beneath her shoulders.

"Jerk me off, Courtney. I'm gonna fucking cum."

Courtney pulled at my cock until I ejaculated over her mouth. She shut her eyes as thick ropes of jizz blasted out over her nose and hair. She cried out and let go. I snatched my dick away from her and continued to stroke myself, cumming down her chin, her neck and finally grabbing each breast so that I could squeeze my spunk over her tits. Two very frustrated years were suddenly drained in a torrent over my girlfriend's sister's body.

"Do you like cumming on me?" Courtney gasped. I watched my jizz stretch over her opened lips and immediately squirted again over her neck. "Is this how you fuck my sister?"

"Never," I huffed. It was true. It was never that intense. Courtney lay on the floor and let me rub my dick over her boobs until every string of sperm had escaped. When I was done I sat down hard beside her and gathered myself. Courtney sat up beside me. I reached above us and pulled down a kitchen towel and handed it to her. She took it wordlessly and wiped at her face and breasts.

"You're nasty," she said quietly.

"Yeah, well," I breathed, "you're a thief."

Courtney stared down at her hanging breasts and smirked. "You really wanted to fuck my tits..." 

It was weird to see her smile. I sort of just nodded, my body still zinging from the emptied balls beneath me.

"Okay so do I get my money now or do I have to perform some other depraved sex act on you before you give it up?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Regardless, I was spent and knew in the back of my mind I had to get cleaned up - that Courtney had to get cleaned up - before her sister got back.

"I don't know if that titfuck was worth two thousand dollars," I said. "But yeah, I'll get the money to you." After Courtney got up I said, "And happy birthday."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Don't even think about following me into the shower to try to exact more payment from me. I know you haven't given me the money yet... But that would just be wrong." She crossed the carpet and disappeared into her room, her breasts swinging like smooth mocha. The word "wrong" echoed in my brain like thunder, the image of her wet smile like the lightning bright behind it.



Spunky Blackmail Ch. 02



Tara and I were making love. It was a Thursday night and about a month since I'd cum all over her sister's face and tits. My blackmail had worked in a faithless and uninterrupted way and by the time Tara had returned from the grocery store Courtney and I had both cleaned up and pretended like nothing had happened (Courtney did spend the rest of the weekend glaring at me when her sister wasn't looking, but that was normal). I had promised Courtney I'd return her ill-gotten money the next time she visited, and I'd meant it. Four weeks later Courtney was coming to visit us in Chicago, ostensibly to see the family who hadn't been able to make it to Indianapolis for her birthday. 

Where was I? Tara and I were going at it. It was loving and comfortable, the way it always is. When we'd first hooked up the sex was a little more hot and heavy (and I've always been a bigger fan of rough stuff) but now that we were in love, the fucking had turned into love making and became a lot more dependable. And a lot less spontaneous.

Tara planted an adoring kiss on my mouth and shifted in the bed. I turned her over gently and pulled out. She scooted forward and laid her head on the pillow, raising her slim bottom to me. I got up, planted my hands on her waist, not looking, and prodded forward enthusiastically. A sudden "Yow!" alerted me that I'd mistakenly jabbed a sensitive place.

"Wrong hole," Tara said, and giggled.

"Sorry," I replied, and grabbed my offending member. Tara reached between her legs and helped guide me into her body. When my head rubbed against her slit she gave an appreciative moan and we continued our previous motion.

Later, sitting in bed together, spent but not really sleepy, I willed myself to ignore the urge to smoke. Tara thought I'd quit a year ago.

My girlfriend was curled around my arm and rubbing her fingers over my chest. She kissed my bicep and murmured something.

"What?" I asked, looking down.

"You were going to deflower my butt," she teased. Tara grinned at me from my elbow. I smiled and stroked her hair.

"Never," I said.

She looked puzzled. "Would you ever want to?"

I thought about how best to answer this. Tara might not have remembered, but one night early in our relationship we'd actually become almost startingly drunk together and proceeded to try anal sex. It didn't go very well and I'd managed to get my half limp dick about an inch into her bottom before she pulled away and made me swear never to ask her to try that again. Then one of us got sick - I'm not altogether sure which one.

"I dunno," I said casually.

Tara grinned at me. "I bet you've thought about it."

I laughed. Well, truth be told, I had, but I never thought of asking Tara to submit to something so degrading. At least not sober.

"Why, do you want to?" I asked.

Tara wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Yuck. Like I really want your dick - or any dick - up my ass. No, honey, my behind is for one thing and you know very well that that's something girls don't do."

I smiled. "That's right. When you go to the bathroom it's just to brush your hair for ten minutes." 

Tara pinched my sides. "That's right." She settled into me and laughed. "I have a few girlfriends who've done it. Most of them hated it."

"Most of them?"

"Don't get any thoughts, mister. Actually there was only one who said it wasn't that bad."

"Who?" I asked.

Tara shook her head.

"Oh come on."

She got defensive. "Why are you so interested?"

"I'm just curious," I said. And I was. Had I told Tara that I'd tried it with past girlfriends? That it usually precipitated the end of a relationship that had nothing left going for it but an experimental fuck? In any case, that time in my life was over. I was happily committed to Tara.

"It was Courtney," she said.

My dick gave a throb of longing. My skin prickled at the memory of Courtney's juicy breasts squeezing my cock. Tara continued unaware. "She's always getting together with these loser guys and she says she does it every now and then. She says it's different."

"Does she like it?" I asked, trying not to sound weird.

Tara grabbed a pillow and smacked me. "Don't tell her I told you! God, she'd kill me."

I laughed and pulled the pillow away. We fell into a groping, tickling match and that was the last time we discussed Courtney's backdoor proclivities.

The next day Courtney showed up early. I was washing the dishes in the sink and Tara was getting ready for work. I listened to Tara go to the door of our apartment and squeal with delight. She and her sister immediately fell to talking over each other and laughing. The rush of the faucet blotted out most of the ensuing mania.

As I scrubbed the dishes clean I listened to them clatter over our hardwood floor in their heels, commenting on new pieces of furniture or the mirror Tara had just purchased from an old woman four blocks down. They quieted for a moment and I figured they were either whispering about one or another family members or boyfriends or preening themselves in the mirror. I tried not to think too hard about what Courtney might be wearing. Unconsciously, my crotch did the thinking for me.

A few hardy knocks on the wood and Tara was at my cheek with a quick kiss and a smile. "I have to make the express today or they'll kill me. I told Courtney she could stay here and gave her the spare key. You're leaving at eleven?"

I nodded. "I don't think they've figured out how to get the electricity back yet. I'll call Mitch in an hour to see what's up." A week earlier my office had been host to a thrilling blackout caused by either a cunning cyber terrorist or some asshole drunk driver who plowed his car into a telephone pole. As you'd imagine, working in tech support amounts to pretty much nothing when all of the computers are down and there is no tech to support. Still, the power were touch and go and they'd been bringing the team in on alternating days to work the phones. I lead a fascinating life.

"I told her not to touch your desk."

I grabbed Tara's fingers with my soapy hand and kissed her soft knuckles. "Thanks, babe." She smiled that gorgeous smile and strode out of the kitchen. She and her sister exited the apartment together, their voices echoing down the three flights of stairs to the street. Then there was silence broken only by the door to our apartment building swinging open and shut. The old staircase made new protest at the swift stomping back up to the top. I heard each creak over the gushing water. I heard the apartment door swing open and shut. Then silence.

I rinsed off a glass and wiped it dry. As I set it on the rack I noticed my hand was shaking. I was excited. My adrenaline was up and foraging around my body for something to play with.

Courtney's heels went clack on the hardwood five or six times until the final step emptied out into the kitchen. I turned around.

Courtney was standing with her arms crossed and her long legs planted in black, open-toed heels. She had on a plain black skirt that cut off at about the mid-thigh and a white blouse that was fairly conservative except for a long loose decolletage that draped over her breasts and bared her cleavage. She had her lips pressed tightly together and her thin eyebrows furrowed on her dark, tanned forehead. To say she was squinting would be the wrong way to describe it. But her eyelids fought hard to keep it that way.

"Where's the money?" she growled.

I pointed to the faucet and then at my ear.

There would be no way for me to say she got red in the face. The way the sun hit her coming in through the high kitchen window, her already dark complexion - there's really no way to tell.

"I can't hear you," I yelled. "The water!" I pointed at the faucet again.

"Where's the money?" Courtney repeated, lower, actually, than last time.

I lifted a sudsy plate to reiterate my handicap. Her white eyes flared. "It's not in your desk."

I switched off the tap. "Tara said she told you not to mess with the desk."

"You fucked my tits."

"Fair enough." I wiped the plate dry, taking great care to scrub every inch before setting it carefully on the rack. "How's the fam?" I asked.

"Where's the money?"

"It's safe," I said. "Misses you. Says it's been feeling a bit lonely."

Courtney brought her hand to her mouth and bit at her nails. She was annoyed. She was very annoyed. She spat a bit of chewed nail at the floor and leveled her gaze at me. "I will stab you," she said.

"Interesting notion," I replied. "It gives me an idea, actually."

Courtney shook her head. "What do you want?"

I grinned. "Is it that obvious?"

"I can see your fucking hard on!" she nearly screamed at me. I looked down quickly. I was indeed sporting something of an erection. But Courtney was beyond being offended. "I knew this was going to happen. I was going to spend all day hunting through your stupid apartment to get the money because I knew--" she jabbed an accusing finger at my dick, "I knew you wouldn't! And you're fucking home. This is such bullshit..." She shut her eyes tightly and groaned.

"The gods must be crazy," I assented.

"Shut up!" she hissed. Her eyes snapped open. "Give me the money!"

"I don't have it with me."

"Then GET IT." She looked at me with white fury.

I tossed the dishrag on the counter. "No problem. But I want something in return."

Courtney brought a hand to her left breast, almost unconsciously. "I gave you..." she started.

"And now I need you to give me a little more."

Her frown became a dark mask. "You..."

"Sex maniac, I know."

She shook her head quickly, purposely crossing her arms over the obvious gap in her shirt. "I'll just wait till you have to go to work and find it when you're gone."

"That would be a very cunning plan. If the money were still here."

Her face fell. "You're lying."

I shook my head. "When we got back I put it in the bank. I figured I wouldn't risk Tara finding it or somebody stealing it from me."

"Smart," said Courtney. She lowered her arms until she was holding her forearms to her waist. "You think you're so fucking smart."

I didn't say anything. I just smiled, triumphant.

"Whatever you want," Courtney said, grasping her thin belt between her fingers and pulling it loose from her waist. "Whatever you make me give you," she went on, dropping the belt on the floor and reaching under her shirt. My breath caught in my throat as she pulled her blouse over her shoulders and stretched it over her arms. Her jet black hair slipped from the loosened neck. The black bra that clutched possessively to her chest was nearly the exact shade of her hair. She reached behind herself, her elbows sticking out and then springing back around as she effortlessly unhooked the snap and slipped the straps over her mocha shoulders. "I'll tell Tara," she said. She wrinkled her nose as she shrugged the bra off her breasts. It dropped carelessly to the kitchen floor. 

The bra lay at her feet. Her fists were balled at her hips. She squared her shoulders and leaned back, her chocolate areolas tilted up to the window and her beautiful abdomen bare from the waist up. "You want me to suck you?" she intoned, arching an eyebrow. "You want to fuck these tits again?"

I smiled.

She sneered. "Sure you do. I'll tell Tara everything. I'll tell her everything. I don't care if you do give me the money."

"Oh you'll get the money," I said.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take off the skirt."

Courtney bent down and unzipped herself. She carefully stepped out of her skirt, still wearing her heels, drawing one knee and then the other up and over the fabric. She let it, like the bra before it, drop unceremoniously to the floor.

She wasn't wearing panties. Courtney's dark, curly pubic hairs glistened in a trimmed tuft between her naked thighs. The light from the kitchen glanced across her flat stomach and made her skin glow. She stood proudly, arms akimbo, legs lean and toned, open heels tapping at the floor. "How badly do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

I swallowed. "Turn around."

She did so. She pivoted in place slowly, giving me time to watch the way her muscles moved underneath her skin, the way her bottom flexed and rippled between the small of her back and her taut calves.

"Take the heels off," I said.

She bent over, affording me an unobstructed view of her naked ass. I saw where her pubic hair wound its way up her middle, where it nested in the cleft of her cheeks. I heard her heels clatter over the floor and watched her stand up again, her legs suddenly less defined, her height reduced by two or three inches. She was completely naked, brown and hot as baked lightning.

"Get in the shower," I said. Her big eyes seemed to observe me from somewhere inside herself. Her mouth set in a firm line and she gently turned her head, her body following and padding rhythmically to the bathroom. I followed her as if I were invisible and she were traipsing alone through her own apartment. As we passed through the threshold together she grasped the door and turned back.

"I'm going to tell her," she said.

I was dumbstruck by her lips. They were always hard, always curving down, always dark, twisted away. Now they were lighter, without anything to harden them, suddenly soft and without guile. I traced the line of her brown neck down to her drooping, paler breasts. My eyes found their way back to her face.

"Get into the shower and soap yourself."

"My tits, right?"

I nodded.

"You don't care if I get my hair wet?" She rolled her eyes. "Right. How stupid of me." I watched her ass wiggle as she stepped over our fluffy bath mat and bent down to twist the H knob. "Are you going to take your clothes off?" she asked without looking back.

I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in the sink. I whipped off my belt and struggled with my zipper. By the time I'd pulled my socks off Courtney was standing in the shower running her fingers through her dark hair and frowning into the spray. She mushed her lips together and blew out the water that mixed with her mascara and dripped down her face. She wiped at her cheeks a few times until she'd cleaned her face and then reached for the soap. A generous blue glop of body wash squirted into her hands and she began to soap her tits, making sure she drew her fingers up her ribs and tightly scooped at her bosom the way boys like to see. She massaged her nipples until they were pointing majestically into the cascade. For a moment she held herself and glanced over at me, specifically my dick. She watched it hover over my aching balls as if hypnotized by her moistened hips.

"I guess I should thank you for not making me spit this time."

I closed the door behind me and moved in. Courtney watched me apprhensively and drew back to the far side of the shower. I joined her, standing with my back to the spray. "Can you get on your knees?" I asked. My dick was throbbing. My heart had fallen down my ribcage and landed splat inside my balls. It was now pumping a hard, fluid heat throughout the veins in my cock. Courtney looked worriedly at my dick, her hands drawn up over her breasts (making her slender fingers look small on her tender red chest) and glanced down at the bath mat. "I don't want you to hurt your knees," I said.

"Gee, thanks." She glared at me as she tilted her neck up. The bathroom was getting good and misty now and Courtney reached for the rim of the tub as she set herself down in front of me.

"Is it alright?"

"Just put your dick between my tits and let's go," she said. I did as I was told. Except I had to sit on the edge of the tub to make it work and not slip. I reached behind myself and braced against the toilet bowl. Courtney leaned forward and slipped my shaft up through her breasts and heaven kissed my cock with buttered sunshine. I leaned back and closed my eyes, listening to the overpowering patter of water and humping my hips forward as Courtney squeezed her breasts together over my cock head and stroked me up and down against her soapy skin. "Is it worth it?" I heard her say under the spray.

"Yes," I said. I opened my eyes. Courtney had to shut her eyes against the downpour of the water. To keep water from slipping up her nose she had to open her mouth. So Courtney was blindly fucking my dick with her tits, mouth open, water streaming down her cheeks, lips and chin and splattering off her eyelashes and bouncing against my chest. I leaned forward and slipped my lips over her wet mouth. Courtney jerked back.

"No," she said. I reached down and sifted through the glossy hair of her vagina. Instinctively I found her clit and watched an uncomfortable shudder wrack her body. "No," she said again. 

"How much no?" I asked.

"No, no," she replied. My index finger glided over the entrance of her vagina and she leaned back further. She kept trying to open her eyes under the spray of water but was deluged every time.

"Stand up," I said. We stood up together. I helped her out of the tub and made her kneel on the carpet. Wet and shining under the bathroom light, she put her hand on the bathroom counter and softly went to her knees. She took her tits in her hands and presented them to me with her lips curled to the side. 

"Bend over," I said.

Courtney was flushed, confused. Her black hair was plastered to her forehead and clung to her shoulders and back. "What?"

"Tara said you don't mind a backdoor man."

She stared at me for a solid second uncomprehending and then suddenly her eyes went wide. "Oh that bitch..."

I put a finger to my lips. "I wasn't supposed to say anything." I smiled and drew a hand over her wet shoulder. "Will you bend over for me, Courtney?"

"No," she said, "there's no way..."

"I'll be very, very gentle."

Courtney's neck seemed to swing on a hinge. "No you fucking won't."

I decided to level with her. "I want to fuck your ass. Now."

Courtney guffawed (I know it's a ridiculous word but it is the closest to the sound she made). "I bet you fucking do! You want to fuck my tits, you want to cum in my mouth, you want to fuck my ass! You just want it all, don't you?"

I held her gaze.

"Never," she said firmly. I leaned forward and kissed her neck. She shoved her fists against me. "Never," she said. I kissed down her neck, sucking at the water that collected in her clavicle. I held her hands back, thrilled at the feeling of her nipples swiping against my chest. I squeezed my arms around her and slid my hands down her ass, clutching at her cheeks. Courtney had to push her arms under my armpits to get around me and beat at my back. I easily pulled my left arm back and felt down her abdomen to her curly hairs. The shower roared and filled the bathroom with still more fog and Courtney and I silently struggled as I rolled beads of water across the soapy surface of her clitoris. "Ever..." she groaned, her body convulsing forward, instinctively attuned to the massage of her privates.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered. I sent an exploratory ring finger along the edge of her labia and dipped my middle finger inside of her. I rolled the tip of my finger along the inner front of her vagina, searching for her spot, wondering if it was possible to find it with so much hate firing back at me. "Yes," she grunted again, leaning against me and sinking her teeth into my neck. Suddenly she gasped as I swung my middle and ring finger along the fleshy inside of her slit. "Do you know how-?" she stammered.

"How what?" 

"To...to put it in...?" I continued rolling along the inside of her pussy, my thumb gently slipped against her clit. I felt her breasts relax against my chest.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?"

"I do."

"This is the last," she said. "You have to give me the money."

"Bend over."

"Promise me."




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 02



I looked down at Courtney. Her nose and mouth were buried against my neck. She glanced up at me, squinting. "You know that promise is no good," I said.

"Prick," Courtney groaned. She pushed forward, pushing me out of the way. All of her black hair tumbled forward from her shoulders and neck and I leaned back on the balls of my feet. I traced my hand over the curve of her spine, drew it over her plump bottom. Then I reached back, grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted it into my hand. I stepped beside her and kneeled down. When my gooey palm slipped into her crack she tensed forward on her knees.

"Don't worry," I said, "it's water based."

"Asshole," she muttered.

"Exactly." Fanning my fingers together, I drew my palm over her crease, rubbing the thick solution over her posterior and vulva. Courtney shuddered again and presented her ass to me. I dipped a finger into the shampoo and gently tickled her clenched asshole. "You have to relax," I told her.

"Enh," she huffed. "Then don't put it in my ass."

With my other hand I softly stroked her clit, swept back over her pussy. She gave an involuntary release. I took advantage. I wormed my finger into her behind. Courtney gave a sudden "Oh!" Then her anus clutched at me like an anemone. Generously lubricated, I had no trouble slipping my finger in to the first knuckle, then the second, and after a minute all the way down. In half a minute it was two fingers.

"I can't believe you're doing this..." Courtney groaned. Her shoulders were like the hackles of a cat. "You're going to fuck my ass..."

Hearing her say it, I couln't wait anymore. I drew out my fingers. Then I grabbed her hip, grabbed myself, and gently encircled her anus with the head of my cock.

"She doesn't let you, does she?" Courtney said from the fluffy carpet.

"No," I said.

Her body was shaking. "You want to fuck my ass?"

I pressed the head of my dick against Courtney's asshole.

"You want to fuck my ass?" she repeated.

"Yes," I said.

Suddenly, magically, her sphincter gave way and accepted the head of my cock. Her asshole slurped at me greedily.

"Fuck my ass," she huffed. "Slowly..." Courtney threw her head back. A wave of flexing muscle swelled against my dick. "God I hope I rip it off." Just for that I pushed another inch inside. The slimy shampoo gave me easy access between Courtney's crack. "Ah," she stammered.

I drew my hands lovingly over her wide hips. There was no need to hold onto myself anymore: already a third of the way inside the girl, the walls of her anus cautiously squeezed me.

Courtney hung her head. Her breasts swayed beneath her chin. "Your dick's too big to fit up there." Smoothly, but probably not gently enough, I pushed myself another half inch inside. "Jesus..." Courtney breathed. Her little fingers disappeared inside the carpet. "How far?" she panted. "How far is it?"

"Almost half way," I told her.

"Unnh," Courtney groaned as I pushed inside her. "How much money?"

"Two thousand dollars."

"I'm your whore for two thousand dollars."

"Say it again."

"No."

"Say it again, Courtney."

"M-make me..."

I pushed myself another inch inside and Courtney's asshole squelched around me. This time I groaned. I felt myself resonate along Courtney's wet hips.

"Harder..." Courtney coaxed. I pushed deeper inside her. I looked down. The shaft of my cock was almost buried between my girlfriend's sister's ass cheeks. "Make me say it," she gasped.

I smacked her ass. Courtney moaned. "You're my whore for two thousand dollars."

"I'm your whore," she breathed. "I'm..." She bowed her head and flexed her thighs. She actually pushed herself back. She slowly, achingly, thickly impaled herself on me. "Your...whore..." she grunted.

I squeezed inside of Courtney until I was buried up to my balls. I dragged my nails against her shoulder blades and watched her muscles shiver up and down her ribs.

"How does it feel, Courtney?"

"Full," she said. She swallowed. "It feels so full." I gently pulled out. "Ah," she sighed. And then, mercifully, I pushed back in. "Awnh," Courtney shuddered. "Not...too...hard," she pleaded.

"Promise," I said.

"Oh no," she moaned, as I pulled out slowly and sunk myself back inside her. Courtney laid herself on her forearms and put her head to the floor. The warm mist of the shower settled over us and I squeezed myself inside Courtney's thick ass and imagined her sister, fucking Tara softly, and watched myself fuck Courtney's big, beautiful ass. Courtney made tiny sounds of relief and anticipation as I pulled myself from deep inside her, plunging back home again with more vigor.

"You got it," she moaned. "You got what you wanted..."

"You like it up the ass?"

"Punish me..." she groaned to the floor. "Don't..." But I was never sure just what "don't" meant. I pulled out and thrust back in. Her anus gripped me tightly but it was getting easier to slide in and out of her. "Fuck..." Courtney grunted into the carpet. She twisted and squeezed the shag between her thin fingers, her knees drawn together, her feet curled under her strong thighs and her elbows pressed to her ribs as if trying to keep my dick from poking her insides. I kept one hand on her bottom and reached between her legs to fiddle with her clit.

"Bastard," she spat as she shoved herself against my dick. It was almost too good; I almost wasn't there at all. I was weeks ago bending over a drunken girl and trying to ignore her ass against my crotch. I was a year ago when I first met my girlfriend's sister and fought a losing battle against watching the way her tits softly jiggled in her bikini, I was driving home from Lake Michigan with my girlfriend gabbing in the back seat and a throbbing erection stretching my damp shorts. I was suddenly back, cock buried inside Courtney's rectum. And Courtney was crying out. "Fuck me, you bastard!"

I slammed into her. Courtney pressed her forehead into her fists and swung her pelvis back to meet me. Over the gush and senseless waste of water the sounds of our skin slapped angrily against each other - my hairy thighs against her glistening, naked ass - bounced from tile to linoleum tile. I shoved as many fingers as I thought Courtney could take up her pussy and raked her ass with my other hand. "Fuck you!" she screamed. "Fuck you for being inside me!" 

I'm not sure if she came. I'm not sure if the wild spasm that wracked her tits and made her belly twitch as if a million lustful worms had suddenly ejaculated inside her, made her glutinous bottom clench and the hair on her neck stand on end, was a release or some kind of guilty vibration, but Courtney suddenly shut up and growled low, long and deeply. I've never heard a woman make that sound before. It filled my balls with fireworks.

"I'm going to cum," I groaned.

"Don't cum inside me," she panted. I pounded her anus, the soap, sweat and slick mucous of her insides dripping from where we connected.

"I'm going to cum, Court" I said.

"Don't-" Courtney grunted, utterly incapable of turning or removing herself, her upper body spent. "Do you cum in my sister?"

"What do you think?" I could feel the sperm burning at the base of my dick.

"Don't-" Courtney repeated.

"I cum inside her all the time."

"Don't fill me with Tara's cum," she moaned. "I can't take her boyfriend's cum."

"Take it, Courtney."

"Don't!" she groaned. "Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't!"

The cum shot out of my cock like a cannonade. Courtney's rectum instinctively tried to pinch me off but I was buried so far inside her I felt like I'd ejaculated into her stomach. "Annnh!" Courtney growled again. I pumped harder, and harder. I shot my load deep inside of her. I fucked Tara's sister and emptied my seed into her ass. I came. I came unapologetically. And Courtney took it and told me to go fuck myself. I told her it was too much fun to fuck you.

Courtney remained on her knees and let me squeeze handfuls of her ass. I pushed in as far as I could go. My balls beat against her exposed pussy and her asshole shuddered all around me. I pulled myself up to kneel - with my knee up I was able to shove myself another quarter inch inside, then a half. Courtney just stuck her head back like I'd straightened her posture.

When my balls finally stopped quaking, Courtney murmured, "Are you done?" I slid my hands over her body, my fingers pressing the supple flesh of her back. She remained on her knees, gaze locked on the bathroom door. "I have to..." she started.

Dazed, I said, "What?"

She jerked her head over her shoulder, most of her face buried in her tangled black hair. Her eyes regarded me sardonically. "I have to use the bathroom," she said.

"Number one or number two?"

It couldn't have been a smile. "Asshole."

"Exactly."

I pulled slowly. Courtney's hips shook again. She didn't try to hide the relief and slight pleasure of my shrinking penis exiting her body. A trail of cum followed me out, oozing from her twitching muscles. She didn't look at me again. She just reached for the sink and pulled herself up. I sat up, too, turned off the tap (the water was now freezing), and took the door, grabbing a washcloth on my way out and rubbing myself down. "Courtney," I said.

I wanted to say something but for the life of me I didn't know what. Courtney was pulling her wet hair behind her ears, glaring at the two of us in the mirror. "I'm not interested," she said.

After Courtney had finished in the bathroom (she was inside for twenty five minutes cursing me, for more than the obvious - she needed to wash and nearly cracked her nipples in the icy shower). When it was my turn, she glared at me as I stepped past her. I soaped down to the alternating sounds of Courtney maybe breaking things and asking when we would go to the bank.

By the time I was done Courtney was already dressed and holding her cell phone.

"Was that the promised call to tell Tara how much fun we had?"

But Courtney wasn't looking at me. "I have to go," she said blankly.

"What?"

"Tara called. She's leaving work. Our grandmother died."

"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry."

"I..." she started. She seemed to think better of whatever she started and clattered past me to the front door. "I won't be able to sit for a week, asshole. I'll be back for the money."

"I gotta go to work..." I started.

"Then I'll fucking find you" she said, wrenching the door open. It shut loudly. Then her world class legs were stomping down our creaky old stairs and taking her out the door and across the street.

I went over to the refrigerator and pulled down my toolbox. I set it on the counter and removed the two top layers (my ruler had cracked, I noticed). I reached down past the thick wad of dead grandma's cash and grabbed my pack of American Spirits. I lit up.

I blew a thick breath of smoke over the empty apartment and smiled.



Spunky Blackmail Ch. 03



Tara was going down on me. I admit that in the bedroom we were fairly vanilla - content between the sheets but never wild, never overwhelmed with passion - but my girlfriend did give good head.

I've thought about it a lot (obviously, I'm that kind of guy) and I've never been sure if it's because it's the one thing she's really comfortable doing, or if it's merely in comparison to our lovemaking that the blowjobs seem so extraordinary. Also, I won't deny that my sweet Tara, on her knees or on all fours, with my dick in her mouth, turns me on for more than just the physical reason. 

My girl is a good girl. Tara may not have always been a good girl - I'm never sure how much of her dating history is true (she always wants me to feel good about us, and in that quest has tried to gloss over sordid details) - but when she's going down on me, she's a serious professional, and there's nothing squeaky clean about that. When she sucked me off, it was heavenly. And she couldn't get around the act itself, which involved licking up my cum, inserting my cock between her lips, and bobbing her smooth cheeks down on it until I finally blew my load. She never swallowed - but she didn't mind my cum in her mouth, so long as I told her when it was on its way. 

There was also the added titillation this evening that she was blowing me in her grandmother's house. For the funeral, her grandfather had invited everybody, and somehow everyone got their own rooms, Tara and I included. It was a surprise to me, but then again Tara and I were both adults, with jobs and responsibilities. Speaking of jobs...

I was sitting up in the bed. My underwear was hanging over the side of the mattress, and I glanced at it when Tara's brown hair dutifully lowered over my tight member. She was beautiful to me in that moment: in her smallest bra, her plain pajamas on, her hair in a loose ponytail. It was the casualness of the act. She had been getting ready for bed, had taken her shirt off, and begun to comb her hair in the mirror, when she turned to me. Quietly, she'd approached me when I'd just gotten my shoes off, and helped me remove the rest of my clothes. Then she pulled the sheets back and had me sit down. I did, naked. She crawled up on the bed beside me and kissed me, then kissed my chest, then kissed my cock until it grew hard. And then she started sucking.

She did it quietly, for the most part. The house was full, though mostly quiet now that everyone had gone to bed, and we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. I had to wonder why she was going down on me now, on the day of her grandmother's funeral, but I wouldn't question it, not in the middle of the act. She reached down and played with my balls a little. I guessed it was the stress of the day, one of the ways to sublimate her grief; she and her grandmother had been very close, much closer than Courtney or most of the family had been. That's why I wasn't surprised when she asked me to come to the funeral. She'd needed me to drive. She hadn't cried at the service but she held on to me. And I (Tara stopped going down briefly to swirl the saliva in her mouth around my cockhead) had been trying to keep my eyes off her sister. 

I don't want to be a bad guy, but I'm afraid it may be too late. This morning, when we were all getting ready, the guys putting on our suits, the girls doing their makeup and donning black, conservative dresses, Tara and I were in the bathroom, the door open, me doing my tie and she fixing her hair. While wrapping the knot in the mirror I noticed the straight razor in the medicine cabinet. I pointed it out to Tara.

"It's grandpa's," she said. The old man used a straight razor. That was both old school and very cool. I'd brought my own disposable one and I felt like I had half the class. Then Courtney showed up to prove that estimate was a gross exaggeration. 

Whereas every woman in my girlfriend's family wore a dress that went at least below her knees, Courtney wore something that ended somewhere far above them. Nobody said anything, so maybe it was just especially egregious to me, but in the heels and that skirt Courtney's brown legs went on forever. And they were strong legs, make no mistake. The girl did her pilates. She had a tight black sport coat that covered her shoulders, but her blouse (and the poor thing really tried) did not hide the swells of Courtney's knockout tits. Her cleavage was bold, thick, and deep. And for a moment, that morning, my eyes glued to them, I imagined sinking my cock between those luscious breasts and squeezing them together until I came all over Courtney's chin. Would you believe me if I said in that moment I forgot that I had already? I imagined pulling that shirt down and fucking her chest just to relieve the maddening pressure in my balls. Of course I didn't. That would have been rude.

The blouse she wore was not a tube top, but it failed to completely cover her tanned stomach, which kept peeking from between the skirt and under the sport coat whenever she turned. For some reason, the mere glimpse of her tight bellybutton gave me the stirrings of an erection. I turned back to the mirror when she entered the bathroom to talk to Tara. She ignored me. I ignored her. 

Now, every time Tara's lips slide down my shaft I think of sinking this dick into Courtney's tight, reluctant anus. I think of watching Courtney in the midst of the funeral, outside, the priest droning, and imagine her in that tight black skirt and blouse, on her knees, pushing my cock up her ass while she curses me but doesn't say no. Just "Don't," when I cum, and gasping after each syllable, and squeezing after every spurt of semen enters her asshole, and opening her mouth as I slipped my dick between her breasts in the hot, steamy shower. I think of what possible reason she can have for wanting two-thousand dollars that she'll let her sister's boyfriend wipe his dick all over her mouth, or shove it deep into her plump, juicy ass, other than simple greed. I think of all of these things when Tara allows my dick to brush the back of her throat in domestic, consensual oral sex and I can't help it - I grow harder and ejaculate, imagining Courtney's butt cheeks tightening around the same shaft that her sister almost gags on.

It gets messy. I didn't tell Tara I was going to cum and she had me pretty deep. She spluttered, coughing suddenly. When she pulled her mouth back my dick was still ejaculating. Strings of cum leapt from the tip of my shaft while driblets of it stained the corners of Tara's flushed lips. She wiped her mouth and glared at me. "What the fuck?" she said. She was angry, angry enough to curse. "Ugh," she groaned. She coughed again. 

"I'm sorry, honey," I tried.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said. She sat up on the bed, in her small bra, her tight stomach tensed.

"It felt so good," I said. "It's...kind of a compliment?"

She shook her head, eyes narrow. "I do that for you because I trust you," she said. "That's so gross."

"Well," I said, trying to sound dignified while my cock twitched and my sperm dried on my stomach, "if you swallowed it, maybe it wouldn't get everywhere." (Yeah, that was the right thing to say. I'm both a scumbag and an idiot.)

"Jesus," Tara said, as if that explained everything. "Sorry, I thought I was making you happy."

"Honey, don't do that," I said. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing," she said. "I have to take a shower."

"I'll join you."

"I don't want you to." She got up off the bed and made for the bathroom that adjoined the guest room. She came out just as quickly with a thick towel and folded it neatly on the edge of the bed. "You can use the one in the hall."

"Okay," I said. "Are you mad at me?"

Tara coughed in reply. I sighed and let her disappear back behind the bathroom door. In a moment the light was on, she coughed again, and then the shower started. 

I understood her anger, at least. We had a system, and I'd blown it. My obsequious attempts at placation were always disheartening to me, because all the "honeys" and "babies" in the world couldn't make me feel like I'd reclaimed my balls. It was a very real threshold Tara and I were on, the transition between serious coupledom and marriage, and to make her happy, to give her what she wanted, I felt that I had to cover up or ignore the things that were true with this other, fabricated persona.

Not that that had anything to do with cumming in her throat, though. That was my bad.

It had everything to do with where my mind wandered, and maybe why I was never relaxed with her anymore. I wiped myself off with the towel and reluctantly stepped off the bed. I'd been at war with myself for a long time, and it had only been a week since I'd cheated on her with her own sister. Yes, I was the bad guy, there was no denying that. I'd wanted, and I'd taken. Just like I'd wanted Tara a few short years ago, and I'd taken. And now I had her, and I wanted her, and I wanted more. All Tara wanted was commitment and trust. I wrapped the towel around my waist. "You know your problem," I said quietly to myself, turning the bedroom knob, "you just can't be trusted."

I smiled in the dark hallway. It was true. I was a creature of instinct, but cunning instinct, and I probably didn't deserve Tara, or I didn't deserve Tara. The truth was, I did love her, but it was a comfortable, uneasy love. It was affectionate, and safe. Who could ask for more?

A knife at your throat.

A knife at your throat brings a lot of focus.

A knife at your throat can torch your self-loathing into a sudden brick of ash, leaving you with nothing but a bath towel and dried cum on your balls. In the dark hallway, right at the edge of the bathroom, a long, sharp knife emerged from the shadows and met my neck; lightly pressed against it. It was, to put it mildly, not what I was expecting.

"Get inside," a voice whispered.

"The...uh, bathroom?" I said.

"Yes, idiot."

That would be Courtney. I sidestepped slowly into the bathroom, the knife held firmly against my neck the whole time, Courtney following me into the room. She shut the door behind us, locked it, and flipped the light on.

Reflexively, I had my hands up. The towel was wrapped loosely around my waist, but other than that I was naked to the world - at least the house. Courtney, under the light of the old-fashioned bathroom, was still in her funeral attire, minus the sport coat. The tight black blouse strained to contain the girl's ripe breasts, the color of which were caramel, from many tanning sessions. The thigh-length skirt still molded to her body and, surprisingly, she was still strapped into her black high heels. Most of her makeup had been washed off, except for the thin mascara that seemed to eternally circle her eyes. And her dark, dyed black hair seemed thicker, longer now that it had ever been, like a wild mane. The full lips, the upturned nose, the familiar sneer, the evil tan; all of it combined with her haughty, tight body to communicate something arrestingly unattainable. It occurred to me suddenly that I was fucked, because her grandfather's straight razor was in her hand, and the hand was at my skin. And she didn't blink.

I swallowed. The blade rose and lowered on my adam's apple. "Is this because I looked at your tits?"

"What do you think?"

I paused. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to answer that. So I said, "This might be because we...had sex?"

"You fucked my ass in my sister's apartment."

"You're upset about that."

The knife pressed against my neck and I tried to raise my hands in as unthreatening a manner as possible. "Sorry- Sorry-"

"Where's the money?"

"It's not here."

She pressed harder with the knife. Enough to actually draw blood. "Whoa! Why would I bring it here?"

"I gave you what you wanted. It's your fucking turn."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted it now."

She surprised me by taking a swift stride forward and taking my shoulder in her other hand. The grip was tight. She was half a head shorter than me but her eyes burned up to mine with an unmistakable malice, and her hands did not waver. She was so close to my face I could have slipped my lips into the soft tresses of her bangs. The smell that came off of her was some thick but unsweetened perfume. I recognized, too, the vague smell of sweat, her sweat; in the tiny room evidence that she was human, and not entirely cold. Her breasts, unavoidably, brushed the bare skin of my chest. The two tight pinpricks I felt through the fabric alerted me to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. In blind defiance of my fear, my cock began to harden. 

She practically spit her next words: "When did you think I wanted it?"

"It's in the bank - I told you."

"You fucker." Her eyes searched mine for an interminable moment. Then she seemed to decide something. "You're never going to give it to me, are you?" 

The knife between us was like a third person interrupting the conversation. Everything I could think to say was stopped by its contact with my skin. I said, "Of course I'm going to give it to you. The knife is very convincing."

"I don't believe you," she said, without humor. "Get on the floor."

"Hm?"

"Get. On the floor."

My palms towards her, my eyes widened slightly, trying to grasp what was happening. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to get on the floor. Lie on your back."

I took a deep breath. There wasn't much for me to do otherwise, so I slowly bent at the knees, and went down on one, then the other. In the process, the towel caught under my right knee and fell off, piling on the floor behind me. "Uh-" I started but Courtney said, "Leave it. Get back."

So, naked now, hands still raised, I slowly lowered them to sit on the big, thick bathroom rug that lay between the sink and the bathtub. Courtney came with me, the knife ever at my neck, her other hand digging into my shoulder. We lowered together to the bathroom floor until I was on my back, the towel splayed out beneath me on the bathroom rug, and Courtney slipped her legs over my hips, just below my cock, and sat on me. 

Courtney bent over me with the knife. "You're already hard."

"I can't help it."

"I know," she said. She reached down with her right hand and tugged at her skirt. The fabric clung to her so tightly she had to pull at one side first, then the other, then back again, to get it up her legs. When she'd tugged and pulled enough I could see her brown, bare thighs under the bunched skirt. A sheer pair of black panties hugged her bald pussy. It was completely shaved, and just visible through the nearly translucent fabric. She was practically sitting on my balls, and that sight made my dick grow harder. "Hope you're enjoying yourself," she said.

"I have a lot of mixed emotions right now."

"Shut up." She brought her right hand up and planted it beside my head. She leaned forward. Suddenly I felt the silk material of her panties shift over the base of my cock. The fabric tingled where it slid over me, and I could feel the unmistakable cleft where the panties had ridden up into her vagina. Courtney dragged the panties over my cock, slowly, until she reached the head, and sat on it. Buried under her pussy, my cock was swamped by the heat that emanated from inside her. "Does that make your dick hard?"

I didn't answer. But my cock twitched with a reflexive throb. 

"That's what I thought," Courtney said. "Rip my panties."

It was hard to know where to look. With the straight razor against my throat it was dangerous to look anywhere but up into her cold eyes. Her heavy tits pushed her shirt down, until they hung over me, ripe and within reach. But I didn't dare move my hands. You know, in case Courtney was crazy.

I replied with a clueless, "Huh?"

"Rip. My. Panties." The words hissed through her gritted teeth. "Asshole."

"I don't understand."

She dragged the razor lightly over my skin. "Shut up and do it."

I reached up. My hands couldn't find her by sight, so I lifted my fingers into her stomach. She made a face but seemed to understand it, so she allowed me to drag my fingers down her waist, and the bunched up skirt, until I reached the gossamer material between her legs. The straps that bound her hips were barely there at all. I reached deeper, until I brushed her mound, and pulled the fabric between my fingers. 

I tore them. They ripped so easily I wondered what woman in her right mind would buy such fragile things, but the pulsations deep in my cock cleared that mystery up right away. In Courtney's eyes was the registered shock of feeling our bare genitals suddenly in contact, but she didn't do more than issue a tight gasp from her mouth. I ripped, and continued to rip until the panties were in tatters. They still hung around her hips; I hadn't touched the band; but her pussy now lay atop my cock, its lips snugly parted over my shaft. 

She shifted to roll me between them. 

"Was it worth it? Being a prick?"

My cock all but inside Courtney it was difficult to answer. 

She leaned down until our noses almost touched. "Are you going to give me the money?"

"Yes," I said.

"I don't believe you. And I fucking hate you."

"Is that right?"

She pressed the knife against me to shut me up.

"Here's what I'm going to do." She reared back until she was sitting on me again. My cock was still hard, flattened against my stomach and underneath her pussy. She laid her right hand over my mouth. "Lick it," she said.

I did.

"More," she said. I licked Courtney's palm. I licked the creases in it and the spaces between her fingers. Then she reached down, underneath her, and lifted herself up on her knees. The breach of contact between us alerted me to the coolness of the bathroom air. Above me, Courtney rubbed her palm into her labia. The fingers slipped in. She returned her palm to my mouth, laying her pussy over my cock again as she leaned down. "Lick it," she said. I did. This time I tasted her pussy on her hand, and my mouth lingered over the taste of her fingers. She pulled back after I planted a kiss in her palm. Courtney rubbed the hand into her cunt again, coating herself with my saliva. She pushed her hand into my mouth. "Lick it," she said, more hoarsely than before. This time her thighs trembled a bit when she rubbed herself. "Again," she said. My lips and tongue danced over her fingers. This time when she reached down she took hold of my dick.

Her moist fingers clenched, rubbing my head until the precum oozed from the slit and mixed with the saliva.

"You want to fuck me?" she said. She finally pulled my dick upright. It bulged against her belly. "You were staring at me all day." 

I didn't deny it.

"You fucked my mouth... You fucked my ass..." With every word her thighs contracted and released. I felt her heartbeat through her stomach, and every contraction was simultaneous with a tight stroke of my cock, like a rough caress. "You had everything. And you still fuck my sister, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, though it was more of a groan.

She leaned forward slightly, not so easy to do with my cock pressed stiffly into her. She was relentless, squeezing it in her hand. If Tara hadn't blown me minutes ago I would be ready to cum, but the earlier ejaculation had relaxed my body. It did nothing, however, for my burning urge to reach up and pull that blouse down her expansive chest. But she kept the knife to me at all times. "You just want more... More, don't you?" She looked down. I could see her looking at my cock but I couldn't remove my eyes from her dark head. I felt the first drips from her pussy land in my pubic thatch. "Were you going to make me fuck you?" she said. "You want my pussy? You want my pussy?" She rubbed my shaft against her vagina. I had to lean my head back against the tile. "You're going to get it, you fucker."




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 03



Then, her knees hugging the carpet and my hips (I heard the toes of her heels clatter on the tile), she rose up; she positioned my cock straight up, and wiggled it between the lips of her pussy (she gasped; it made her stomach jiggle; her breasts, too) and sank down. 

We both groaned as my shaft plunged in, in to her naked flesh. "Ah," she said, as if in pain. She was wet, but not dripping. She stopped about halfway and pushed her right hand down into the carpet. "You like that?" she hissed.

She sank her hips down, forward. My cock slid along her uterine wall. Then, to my pleasure and utter shock, she bucked her hips forward, dragging my cock in and out of her, gyrating on top of me. "I hate you," she said. "Your fucking cock...inside me...forcing me." Her eyes burned down into mine.

"I didn't force you," I said.

Her pussy was so tight. For some reason I'd imagined that her big hips and big breasts and big ass would only make room for a big, loose pussy. But Tara's younger sister had a tight, wet snatch. It was like a trap, and I could feel it squeeze more precum out of me, to mix with the saliva she'd forced me to lubricate her with, to mix with the juice of her own, voluptuous body. "You think I wanted you?" she hissed. She clearly had an agenda, and she took to it with forceful fervor, but it was impossible for my dick to elicit no effect that deep inside of her. I realized she was trying to work me in and out of her methodically, almost mechanically. "You think you're such hot shit," she said. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"If you cum before I do, I'll cut you." The knife at my throat. "And tell my father you raped me. And then Tara will know what a piece of shit you are... If you cum inside me, no one will say I'm a liar."

Courtney wasn't going to cum, that's what she was saying...

"If you cum before I do," I said, "you won't cut me?"

She sneered. I suddenly thrust my hips up, and she had to grab at the floor. I pushed my feet into the ground and thrust again. The knife could cut me while I tried but I realized now that might be inevitable.

"If you cum before I do," I said again, "you won't cut me?"

"You can't make me cum," she said. 

I raised my hands up and placed them on her hips. I forced her to go down, deep down, until her vagina was opened over the thick base of my cock, her ass practically riding my balls. 

"Anh," she gasped. 

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Fuck you," she said. "Tell me how badly you wanted this pussy?"

"Badly," I said. My fingers bit into her hips. I ran the fabric of her blouse up against her ribs until I was grasping her tight skin. I made her hips swivel against me. I pushed inside her. "What about the money?"

She leaned back. She had to keep the knife on my throat but she leaned back, very business-like, her back almost straight, while I made love to her vagina like she wasn't even a part of it. "You wanna give it to me now?" she said. "If you give it to me right now, pull out and do it. Pull out of this pussy." She flexed her ass on top of me. 

"But then you wouldn't get a good fucking at your grandmother's funeral," I said.

"If I wanted a good fucking I wouldn't be fucking you."

"You just want to make me cum?"

She sneered again, the coldness in her eyes dire contrast to the heat below her waist, and the movements, almost gymnastic and snake-like, of her writhing, curvaceous body. It was her body that was built for sex; every undulation, every inch of soft, tan skin, was meant to attract attention, meant to draw the eye, meant to force lewd fantasies. Did Courtney know the men in her wake were left with no recourse but to stroke themselves to ejaculation at the thought of her wide hips under their palms, her bulbous buttocks clutching their cocks, her fearsome eyes hating them as they squeezed their manhood between her tight, moist crevices? Of course she knew. She got off to it. 

"You're going to cum," she said. "You're going to cum inside me. I'm going to squeeze your f-fucking cock until you can't take it anymore...and, then, you'll do it. You want to do it."

"Yes," I said, My hands forced her hips deeper down.

"Better slow down," she gasped. 

"I'm just getting started."

"Oh yeah?" She reached up to her blouse. No, I thought, it's too cruel. Her fingers slid over the slopes of her upper breasts. Her finger dipped into her cleavage. "You want these tits?" she whispered breathlessly. "You want to see these fucking titties?"

I didn't say anything, but I did slow my strokes.

"That's what I thought. You can't handle me."

That would not stand. I grabbed her ass and plunged my cock deep, thrusting my hips hard towards her pelvis. She bumped forward; her hand fell beside my head. Her breasts swung over my face.

"Does that make you mad?" she hissed. She leaned down until her nipple, under the black fabric, grazed the skin of my lip. I couldn't stand it. I stretched my mouth forward, trying to catch it through the shirt. Courtney leaned up, laughing. "I don't think so," she said. "You can't handle it."

I didn't like being told what I couldn't handle. I dropped her hips suddenly, and reached for her chest. She let out a stunned "What-?" before I grabbed the blouse between my fingers and tore, like I'd torn the panties. 

Her round breasts bulged from the rent fabric. At first they just rolled forward, freed from the pressure but too full, too squished to leave the shirt. Still stunned, Courtney was pinned by my dick plunging into her behind and her hand bound to stay at my throat, so she couldn't stop me from grabbing the torn shirt and ripping it the rest of the way. Her gorgeous breasts were freed from her clothing, plump and swollen, the bottoms still tightly trapped but the nipples, the soft skin at their sides, exposed, even held so that each bounce of her ass on my thighs, at every increasingly wet thrust and gyration, they jiggled forward, liquidly, maybe even painfully. 

"Bastard," she said.

"Do they hurt, Courtney?" I said.

"Yes," she gasped. My thrusts were merciless now. She tried to right herself, to get more rigidly on top, but I angled my hips so that she was forced to lean forward, forced to keep her one hand planted in the tile (I hoped her knife hand was getting tired). Her breasts were beautiful, and I adored them, but on top of me like this, without support, they flopped out, heavy on her chest. She shut her eyes tight. 

"Do you want me to hold them?" I said.

"N-no..." she groaned. 

I squeezed my prostate to keep my dick rigid and to keep from cumming, and thrust harder, faster. "You bastard..." she rasped. "Don't..."

It was beautiful. Her big breasts swung over me, forced to bounce with every push of my cock. It hurt her, but there was an open, hungry pout to her mouth that proved that some tangle of nerves caught in the strain forced her to like it. I couldn't bear to see her like that any longer.

I reached up and held her breasts. Their thickness filled my hands. The hard nipples practically carved her initials into my palms. I squeezed her, and she let out a deep moan. 

I reached down and tore the rest of the shirt. Her breasts flopped out all the way and I scooped them hungrily between my fingers. Sweat had built up between our waists; I could feel it trickling down from where her skirt bunched up against her hips. One hand slid behind her back, the other pulled her in to me. I took one dark, puffy nipple between my lips and sucked on it. 

"Suck on it..." she whispered. "Is that what you want? You want to suck my titties?"

I just groaned assent to her dirty mouth. I slowed my strokes to savor the taste of her breasts. My tongue dragged over the slopes of one, licking deep between them to the space in the middle of her chest. I felt her right hand on my shoulder, maybe pushing me, maybe trying to stay steady, as I scooped the left breast towards my mouth and suckled on it, bit it lightly, tried to get as much of it in my mouth as I could fit. I sucked harder on it, loving the taste of her, the hot, angry taste of her, and the wondrous texture of her bumpy areolas. It occurred to me, only then, at the height of my arousal and hunger for her, that I had stopped thrusting, that her vagina was slipping and gliding over me, that her left hand had gone limp - had not dropped the knife - that her stomach was quaking over my hairy one. 

"That what you needed?" she said huskily. "Needed these big tits in your mouth? I know you did."

I let her nipple slip from my mouth and reached up. I took her face in both hands and pulled her mouth to me. 

"Fuck you," she spat into my mouth. She actually spat. I wet my lips and cupped them over her own. Her tongue slithered out and tippled over mine. I thrust. She pushed. Her breasts squashed against my chest. I reached down and gripped her ass fiercely, forcing it up and down on my cock. Our spit mingled while she acted like her tongue in my mouth was there by protest. I, for my part, sucked on it, kissed her mouth, and reached for her hair. "Cum," she whispered when our lips peeled away from each other. 

"You wanna make me cum?" I said.

"I make you cum," she said, her face still inches from mine. She rested her breasts on top of me. "You came inside my ass. ...I had to...push it out..."

"You didn't like that?" I groaned. "You didn't like shitting out my cum?"

"You're sick," she gasped. "Ahn. You're vile. You fucked me. Your big dick. In my ass."

"Are you going to cum?" I said.

"You can't make me cum!" she whispered violently. 

"You're wet."

"You want to jack off between my tits? I'll cut your balls off."

I got a good grip on her ass cheek. My right arm braced against her side. "You want to cum, Courtney? You want it good? You want it rough?"

"Don't-" she said. She could feel my arms' tensed strength. "I'll...cut..."

"Do it," I said.

"Cum," she said. "Ah!" She said it as I shifted my weight. She said it as I pulled at her thick buttock and pushed up into her pussy with my hips. She said it as I grabbed her back and torqued her to the ground. The knife at my neck was there, but suddenly wasn't. It clattered to the floor as we tumbled. We seemed to be a ball of wet limbs and tangled clothing for a breathless, sightless time, then suddenly she was on the ground, on her back, her fingers scratching at my neck, and I was on top, plugged inside her, and I reached down and pulled one long leg up against my body to open her pussy wider. 

"Take it, Courtney-"

"Motherfucker," she hissed. Her eyes went wide and to the toilet bowl just above her head. I pulled her hands off my neck and pinned them to the tile. She fought against me the whole time but my muscles bulged, hot with lust, and my grip on her wrists unyielding. Her open palms grabbed at nothing, her outstretched arms forced her exposed breasts up, so that their full, rippling bounty was flattened over her torn shirt. I heard her high heel knock the bathroom floor. And of course between her legs, between her open, limber legs, where her bare pussy shed its juices under her torn, mangled panties, was me, slipping it to her, guiding my tight, insistent penis between the hungry lips of her devious sex. 

"You like it better this way?" I whispered into her ear. "You don't have to do the work. You can just let me fuck you until I cum."

"Can't...make me...cum..." Courtney panted. 

I laid a wet, passionate kiss on her mouth. It was devoid of love and full, bursting with all the ravenous urges I'd built up since I'd seen her this morning. I was glad the knife was now somewhere behind the toilet, but I was plunging harder and harder into her body and I wanted to cum. Yet I refused to unless I could make her do it, and believe it. The squelches of our sex only made the hot air stink more fragrantly of two angry people fucking. I grabbed her hair and tilted her head back.

"You like it dirty?"

Hands freed, she reached down between our bucking hips. I felt her fingers work at the skirt, try to free it from my pounding hips.

"You got cum all over my skirt," she gasped. 

I reached down and pulled at it. She worked it from her side. I felt something give in the material. Something snapped. Her other hand reached down to take the clasp and open it. Then it was off, ruffled and pinned under us, like the towel and the rug and the shreds of her shirt and panties. I slowed my strokes enough to savor the curved entrance to her soft pussy. 

I bent my neck to pop one of her breasts into my mouth. It was dotted with quivering perspiration. Her breath was ragged. 

Suddenly she reached up and clutched my shoulders. I licked up her chest to her neck and chin. And her eyes burned into me.

"Hate you. I hate you."

I wonder how much cum I'd already spilled inside her. Every time I felt myself on the cusp of orgasm I forced my body to clamp it down, but for every strain I knew a droplet of clear precum squeezed out. It was unavoidable. It was amazing. 

"You gave me everything," I gloated to her, on top of her, my fingers biting her ass cheek and hiking her leg even higher. 

"You took everything," she rasped. "Taking it," she panted when I thrust. "Tak-ing...it..."

"I'm going to make you cum," I said.

"Can't force me-"

"I'll force you."

"Force me," she said. Her mouth now refused to close. Her upper lip was spotted with sweat; her pink tongue was writhing in her mouth. She had to breathe through that mouth, had to kiss me with it when I made her, but she couldn't close it; the sound that issued out of it, a high but deep groan that pressed up against her stomach, wouldn't allow it. Her teeth grit together for a rough instant. "Force...me..."

"You love it," I said.

"I hate it."

Her leg had ridden as high as I could get it with my hand in that position. I reached under so that I was now holding it up from underneath, the back of her knee between my thumb and forefinger. The sweat running down from her calves, from the tight straps of her high heels, flowed over my knuckles and to my wrist. Our hips slapped together. Her other leg went up, the knee pointed to the ceiling. The heel scraped over the floor. 

"You fucking dick," she ranted. "Your fucking dick-"

"Inside you-"

"Inside me-"

"Cum on my dick. Cum for me, Courtney."

"Forced me..." she gasped. 

"You forced me."

"I didn't force your dick between my tits."

"Give it to me, baby."

"Didn't...ah...nah...force your...cock..."

"Into your ass."

"My ass." She shuddered. "Now," she said. "Don't stop-"

"Let me hear it."

"Oh my God."

My dick slid back and forth, never stopping, her ass slapped the bathroom floor. She lunged for my neck. I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder. I reached up, pushed her moist back up, curved my pelvis up to meet her bucking pussy. She came silently, biting into my shoulder, her whole body a wicked vibration. 

An instant later I came as well. My penis stuck bolt upright and ejaculated, pumping Courtney full of my semen. The thick deluge that I'd been holding back, it all came, shooting, unending. Courtney let out a little shriek when it happened - nothing loud enough for the house to hear - nothing that sounded pained, but a tail added to her own unleashed orgasm, something that ended her quivering and transformed it into full body squeezes. She clamped over me, with her legs, her arms, her mouth, and released all of them. If my hand hadn't been behind her head she would have knocked back against the toilet bowl. 

The two of us shivered together without speaking, her arms draped loosely over my shoulders.

Somehow, and some time later, we got to our feet. We gathered the pieces of clothing and the towel, into the middle of the room. She bent down, her breasts hanging, and undid the straps on her heels. Then I started the shower.

* * *

It was the practical thing to shower together. We did it without speaking. I let her use the water first, then I came forward and soaped myself. Finally, however, it was just too much to see her splashed in water, the white suds dripping all down that buxom body. I pushed her against the shower wall, my hands cupping her breasts, then her bottom, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She kissed me weakly, a hand skating down my back but not knowing, truly, where to go. I thought I might even feel another tingle in my crotch. But it was Courtney pushing me away.

"No," she said quietly. "I really mean no. No."

We parted. She finished shampooing her hair, then she stepped out and grabbed a towel from the sink cupboard. When I shut off the water she handed me another one. She had already bound the ripped articles of clothing in another towel. I didn't ask what she planned to do with it. The straight razor had been returned to the cupboard.

She sort of nodded, not looking at me, and reached for the door. But I stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

She didn't say stop, she didn't say no, she just looked at my hand, and then at me. It wasn't really an angry look; it was tired, and more than a little ambiguous. 

I started to say, "I want-"

But she cut me off with, "Yeah." Her dark eyes burned into mine, without hate, but without anything I recognized. She opened the door and was gone, her hips under the white towel shifting, sashaying, into the shadows.

I shook my head. Well, who's to say what I wanted, or what Courtney wanted beyond the money? I didn't know, and other than the fact that grandmothers die and I'm a bad boyfriend, I wasn't going to know anything more. At least not tonight. My balls ached.

I went through the door to the guest bedroom, to the little yellow light by the side of the bed. Tara was sitting up with her glasses on, reading a book from one of the ancient shelves.

"You were in there for a long time," she said, looking up.

"Yeah," I said, suddenly exhausted. I threw my towel over a chair and wandered heavily to the other side of the bed. I slid in next to her and turned over.

"Hey," she said.

"What?"

Her voice rose. "Where'd you get that bite mark on your neck?"



Spunky Blackmail Ch. 04



I needed a date.

My company was having a big end of the year bash at a downtown hotel and they were providing the rooms, the food, everything. All we needed to do was show up and have fun. There was business involved as well, some late afternoon seminars to attend, but the important thing, the major thing, was that I needed a date. Because afterwards, there would be dancing and drink, and afterwards, I'd have a whole hotel room to myself.

Nice guy that I am, I thought of calling Tara first. But nice as I am, I'm also an asshole. It didn't take me long to remember.

The breakup was bad. The hicky Tara found on my neck began a series of questions that led to a series of shouts that led to me leaving the house before the entire family was involved. Of course that didn't stop it. There were angry phone calls, from both Tara and Courtney - Tara about Courtney and then Courtney screaming for her money or to get her sister off her back.

Her father even called to tell me he'd kill me if he ever saw me again. I never asked him where Courtney learned her knifework, or whether he knew why his little girl was so pissed at me. Honestly, I wanted to leave it all behind me.

That wasn't easy to do when my ex-girlfriend and I shared an apartment. I had a head start on her from the funeral, but it wasn't enough to get all my shit packed up and out the door. When she came home she immediately set to tearing the place apart. She threw my toolbox out the window, and it came very close to shattering and spilling out all the money that was hidden inside it.

I had to find someone to sub-lease my half of the apartment, which was a nightmare in this economy. I had Tara's friends calling me, leaving text messages, telling me what a monster I was. Yes, me, a monster. Well...

Comes the end of the year and I need a date for this shindig. I hadn't even thought about it, was planning to just feel sorry for myself, drink the booze and try not to slit my wrists alone in the hotel room. But a chance encounter in a coffee shop changed my mind.

* * *

I had been sitting in the corner of the cafe with my laptop for about six minutes. I'd been in there for an hour already, catching up on work, trying to get everything in my docket finished before the company party, when I noticed a girl come in through the door with a group of friends.

Her friends were fine, blonde, brunette, but she had a long trail of raven black hair, so black it must have been dyed, and a deep, fake tan, so tan the girl was practically brown. She had a hard-edged face, an upturned nose and a strong mouth. Great tits. Hellenic ass. The unapologetic cleavage in her low-cut top clued me in to her breasts; the mini-skirt tipped me off to the ass. It was Courtney, in town. For six minutes I didn't know what to do. On the seventh minute, I shut my laptop, and had a plan.

If she'd left with the girls I'd have to follow her, but that wasn't the way it worked out. She excused herself from the group after they'd been there for thirty minutes to use the restroom, and when she did, I followed her in.

She was closing the door behind her when I slid my foot between the door and the jamb. She started fuming even before she saw me. "Hey, asshole-" She stopped.

We regarded each other with quiet, calculating grimaces, and then, as if on cue, she opened the door and we entered the unisex restroom together.

"What the fuck do you want?" she said.

"To give you your money."

She snorted. A puff of air escaped her lips and tossed one of her bangs back over her ear. The action was adorable. "Right," she said. "What do you want me to do, fuck you while doing a handstand in this shitty bathroom?"

"No, but good guess," I said.

She crossed her arms and gave me a nasty smirk. "My family thinks you're just the sleaziest shit right now. It's awesome."

"What about you?"

She shrugged. "Like I give a shit. Grandma's dead and no one's thinking about the money right now. Tara won't stop giving me shit about you but whatever."

"So I guess you don't need the money anymore."

She bugged her eyes as if receiving some sort of religious revelation. "Oh, wow, you mean you're really going to give it to me? Fuck you, no. I'm not stupid."

"No," I said agreeably. "No, Courtney, you're a sharp one. I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"Look," she said, "you're not my sis's bf anymore and I don't care what you do with the money. So, uh, I think we're done here. Right?"

I nodded. "We can be, if you want. But I have a proposition for you."

"Fuck that. Whatever it is, fuck that, fuck you, fuck no."

I threw up my hands. "Come on, Courtney. Didn't we have some laughs?"

She sneered. "Yeah, R-i-i-ight. All those times you fucked me when my sister wasn't around? Yeah, those were great times."

"I didn't hear any complaints from you."

"I literally complained the entire time. Or did you not hear me calling you a fucking bastard while you were cumming in my ass?"

"Good times," I said.

She rolled her eyes. "Will you please leave? Or do you want to watch me piss now?"

"No," I said, "my perversion does not extend that far. However, I do have a proposition for you and I ask only that you hear me out before any further profanity."

"Fuck you."

"Right," I said. "I'm willing to give you your money back."

"If...?"

"If you come to this company party with me. You'd come as my date. You'd be there with me."

"And that's it?"

"No, that's not it."

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, I thought so. You really get off on getting off on me, don't you?"

"I do, Courtney," I said. "I really do."

She made a grand show of searching the ceiling with her eyes. "My sister fucking hates you right now."

"I understand that."

"So, what, I have to wear a nice dress, pretend you're charming? What?"

"You'd only be there for the drinking, food and dancing. The boring business stuff is earlier in the day."

"Uh-huh," she said. "And I should believe you because...?"

"I'll bring the money with me. I'll show it to you as soon as you get into the hotel lobby. If I don't have it you can walk out and leave. If you stay, I'll give it to you."

"When?"

"After."

"What?"

"After."

She laughed. "You think you're so smart," she said. 

"Actually I thought I sounded desperate."

"You do," she said. "You are. You're pathetic. Why don't you get some other girl to come with you? Oh, that's right. Cause you're an asshole."

"Maybe," I said. "Or maybe I'd rather go with you."

"I bet you would."

"Bet me two thousand dollars?"

She leveled her gaze at me. "When is it?"

"End of next week. I can send you the directions."

She took a deep breath, and without another thought, just nodded. "Fine. Sure. Whatever. If I show up and you don't have the money, I will fucking stab you in the lobby, I don't care who sees it."

"I believe you," I said. I believed her.

"Now leave, I have to piss."

"Can I watch?"

I left without much protest, the look on her dark face more than worth it. As I packed up my stuff in the cafe corner I was relieved, and surprised, that she'd said yes. Of course that didn't mean she would show up, but the tantalizing possibility was there. 

* * *

The weeks stretched by like they were laden with lead weights. On the day of the party I tossed grandma's money in my duffel bag, along with my nice slacks and a pack of condoms. 

The seminars were excruciating. The small talk was boring. But at about 7 PM, when the company members were coming downstairs in their finery, my boss was already drunk, and I was waiting in the lobby, the night, quickly, and briefly, was all worth it.

Courtney arrived. She had a small bag with her, enough for a night's stay, and it was taken by the bellboy without much fuss. She knew what number the room was. And she strode towards me on the wide red-carpeted floor.

She was in nothing but a straight black dress, and I mean nothing else. She did have a pair of black heels that went all the way up, but there was not a bra strap in sight over her bare, brown shoulder. Her breasts were squeezed into the outfit, that shimmered and bent the light, and the hem went to just about thigh-level. Just about. When she walked the fabric slithered over her ass. And the eyes of the hotel did likewise. 

I opened my mouth to tell her what she already knew but she cut me off. "Money," she said. Her eyes were rimmed with dark mascara, her cheeks blushed.

The money appeared in my hand and swiftly returned to my pocket.

"How do I know it's all there?"

"It's all there," I said.

"You fucking lie."

"It's all there," I said. "Do you want to tell the bellboy to bring your bag back?"

"If it's not..." she growled. 

"You'll cut me," I said. "Fair is fair, I know. Now, look," I said, I looped my arm through hers, "you're here as my date. So you have to make believe you're having a great time."

"My imagination isn't strong enough."

But it was decent enough. I introduced her to my co-workers as Courtney, which she was, my girlfriend, which she definitely was not. They all wanted to know what she did and where she came from and she smiled and nodded whenever possible, laughing when she absolutely had to, and only tensed and flinched when I slid my hand down her backside. After thirty minutes of small talk while we waited for the bar and dance room to clear, she bent her mouth to my ear. "Where the fuck is the free booze you promised me?"

"Inside," I said.

"Your co-workers are boring."

"Yes," I said. "Yes, we are."

What followed would only be more of the same. My boss came over to ask me who I was with, and I happily told him she was in love with me, a woman who believed in all the great qualities I possessed, who supported me, was faithful to me, who was not necessarily prettier than her sister, but much hotter, and fucked like a wild pony. My boss smiled and nodded, drunk off his ass, and kissed her hand. He had to find it first and Courtney sneered at his wife as she gave us both a dirty look and carted him off. "Booze," said Courtney. "He drank it all, didn't he?"

We did eventually find the dance floor and Courtney did get her drink. But she did not overindulge. She matched me drink for drink, but only so that she could make the chatter of my officemates seem acceptable. When everyone got up to dance, I elected to stay in my seat, but Courtney pounded her shot and finished mine too. She grabbed me and pulled me up after them.

I don't really dance very well. I know the bump and grind fair enough, and it seemed that was all Courtney was familiar with. The lights and the bodies mingled, the air going hot from the closeness of the bodies, the quickness of the gyrations. I pulled Courtney up against my lap and we molded against each other, moving and slithering. It was when her posterior bumped my crotch that I first inferred that there was nothing underneath. That she wasn't wearing a bra was obvious. It was obvious to all the men on the floor with me, and their women, and the DJ and the bartender. She shook and jiggled in her tight little number, and she owned each curve and how it moved. And we sweat. We sweat against each other, until our sweat mingled and our hair came down into our eyes.

And then we were back at the table, everyone loosened up and drinking freely, and Courtney was giggling with Ben and Alicia about how smart I thought I was, and I was just laid back enough to let them have at it. Ben and Alicia had been cubicle mates for a long time, and after the way they were dancing, after the way they were sharing each other's drinks, I thought the cubicle was about to get an upgrade.

* * *

The four of us broke away from the group as the night wound down, and we all helped each other find the way to the elevator and up to our floor. They said goodnight and tried to look casual as they strolled off to Ben's room. As soon as they had their backs to us I pressed Courtney up against my hotel door and kissed her.

She kept her eyes wide, watching Ben and Alicia down the hall. I could feel her body tense, waiting for them to disappear into the room. And I kept my eyes open too, to drink in the sight of her angry eyes, feel her charged muscles, while I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth. 

My hand gently pushed her to the door, while my other found her backside. I fondled one curvaceous ass cheek, almost reaching the hem of her skirt. She reached behind herself and pulled me away, but she didn't break the kiss. 

Her mouth was wet, her lips puffy, by the time Ben and Alicia fell, laughing, into their room.

Courtney pushed me off. "Fuck," she said. She wiped her berry colored lip with the back of her hand. "You bit me."

"Thought it would help your concentration."

She gave me a withering look. "Just let me in so I can get my bag and get out of here."

I smiled in the most diabolical way that I could. Mostly for her displeasure, but the motivation behind it was very real. "You're not leaving tonight."

Her brows knit together. "Fuck you," she said. "I did what you said, showed up to this stupid thing, now pay up."

"Nope," I said. "I told you I needed you here for the event. Tomorrow morning is when we leave. How's it going to look if I show up tomorrow and my date's high tailed it out of there? They'll think you were some kind of escort."

Courtney looked furious. Her dark eyebrows came down over those blazing eyes. I had to wonder if she genuinely hadn't known, or if my company disgusted her that much. Down below, in my pants, I hoped it was both. 

"I'm not-" she started.

"You know what you're here for," I said. "Don't waste my time."

"Don't waste your time?" she fumed. "I'm fucking gone."

"Really?" I said. "You put up with everything tonight to go home empty handed?"

"I'm not spending another second here," she hissed. "Especially not to-"

I put my hand on the door, barring her way. "I have $500 in my pocket. The rest is inside," I said. "You want it, you can look for it."

She shook her head. 

"You can always just tell me no."

The skin on her nose wrinkled, her whole face joining in to grimace. "No," she said. "No I won't do anything your sick brain wants."

"It's not my brain," I put in. I leaned in closer. Our bodies brushed together against the door. "Do you want the money or not?"

"It's mine," she said.

"So you're welcome to take it. Inside."

Her eyes studied mine, the wicked gears inside calculating, maybe ways to subdue me, maybe how to kill me. I could see, though, that tonight had been no joy for her and to walk out now would only compound her fury. "Fine," she said. "Open it."

"Not until you know what you're going in there for," I said. 

"To get the money."

"To honor our deal."

"You said I had to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night," she said quickly, spitting the words out without thinking.

"Oh yeah," I said.

Before she could protest I'd swiped the key into the card lock and we pushed inside. Courtney's bag was set primly beside the bed. My suit and bag were on top of it. 

Courtney stalked to the bed, to my bag, and I was treated to the sight of those long legs flashing in the striped light of the blinds, the lamp inside and the hall's diminishing radiance. The door swung shut, and Courtney was at the bed, my bag unzipped, rifling through it. 

I let her search, closing the door (should I lock it? I wondered, or would that be too Hitchcockian?) and casually strolling into the room. It was a good room the company had provided. There was a bathroom on my left, a small kitchenette behind it and running from the door to the wall. On my right was the sliding closet, with both doors full length mirrors. The bed was on the far right side of the room and the bathroom was across from it, beside the TV. 

Courtney's face only grew darker as she flung my shit further across the room, to no success. A gray undershirt hung from the TV, and one of my socks had even caught in the half-lidded Venetian windows. I savored the movements of her, her bare arms scouring the bag, the fine muscles beneath the skin twitching with unconcealed tension. This was the first time, I thought, the first time my proper girlfriend wasn't sleeping around the corner or waiting for me to return, the first time her family wasn't around to threaten me with. We were two people in a hotel room; for all intents and purposes, as far as my colleagues knew, she was happy to be here, doing the things that couples did. In hotel rooms. Late at night. 

My body stirred, even as I stood motionless in the center of the room. My manhood stiffened. She had stopped going through the bag. She'd turned it upside down, finished with it in a petulant fury, its flattened fabric deflated, just like her hopes to finish this without another word to me. But if her hope was deflated it did not stop her anger. It radiated out of her, making every glistening surface of her shine that much brighter. We were both lightly sweaty from the dancefloor downstairs. Some of it had evaporated in the intervening hours. I could smell myself, sort of, but I couldn't ignore her. Her perfume and shampoo were still lingering in her hair but her sweat, a pure, natural aroma, filled the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, one leg drawn up under her skirt, one leg heading down (way down), to her black heel in the carpet. Her hemline, which had started low, was drawn up and stuck under her bottom, so half her ass was visible on the bed. Her breasts pushed at the fabric of her top, the deep shadow of her cleavage lined with sweat. Her dark hair trailed over her shoulders, almost reaching the tops of her breasts. 

"It's not in there," I said simply. 

She was up, she was moving. She was in front of me, breathing in my face. She didn't shake with all that energy; she kept it bottled and bound inside. I imagined it swirling behind her eyes. 

"Give it to me," she said.

"I will."

My eyes fell over her full lips; the bright eyes that lacked the inquisitive earthiness of her sister but were filled with something more obvious, sinister, and lancing. 

"Where is it?" she said. Her lips came together, puckered. "Give it to me," she said darkly.

"Take off your shoes."

I did not expect the slap. It came so quickly, one minute I was leering at her, the next I was staring at the floor. I shook myself, and cocked my head back. Courtney still looked mad, but satisfied.

"Fair enough," I said. "You can do that again, if you want."

"You-" she started.

"Take them off."

She remained planted to the ground, a buxom statue, a sweaty, organic embodiment of all my sexual demons. I wanted to peel off her clothes and taste every wet crevice she hid underneath them. My cock only hardened to think I had the time to do it. Provided she didn't castrate me in the attempt. What tickled me, though, insofar as I could be tickled, was the glimpses of superiority that I caught from her time and again. She knew I wanted to fuck her; there could be no mistaking that; but did she recognize how hard I wanted to fuck her, how strenuously I needed to sink myself inside her, how badly I wanted to hold her, and squeeze her, and hear her curse me and groan? She thought I wanted her tits and ass. That was true enough. But did she know I wanted her, inside her body, her ignorant, evil little heart? I didn't want to love her or be loved by her. I wanted the satisfaction of her loathing, and her cum.

I reached into my pocket. The hundreds appeared, slightly damp from the sweat of my body, but neatly folded in a metal clip. Courtney's eyes registered the cash, but her mouth betrayed her. It was surprise that I saw. I smiled and tucked the cash away again.

"You said that was just five hundred."

"No, that's all of it. I just didn't know how else to get you inside. And believe me, when I lose my clothes, you're free to take it all. I'll keep my word about that at least," I said. "And you'll get it. But the night's not over."




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 04



"No," she said.

"Take them off, Courtney."

Without taking her eyes off me, she fiddled with her heel beneath her. I didn't break the stare. I watched her descend, heard the clop of her heel hit the ground, then the other. Her toes slid the shoes from her feet, and slid them behind her. The heels must have been several inches, because now her nose was about level with my chin. We stood there in silence for a moment, her seething, me letting my cock harden against the fabric of my slacks. I could do anything with her, I thought. Malevolent thoughts swirled in my brain, but if I had to be honest, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. 

"You know what you're here for?" I said.

Her lips hardened to a tight line. My eyes led down her chin to the stiff, proud neck, to her deep cleavage, and the sparkling black dress. I wanted to throw her down and make her say my name.

She never would, I thought, with a nervous, thrilling flutter in my stomach.

"You going to say anything?" I said.

"Let's get this over with," she said. 

I reached out and drew her to me. She came without protest, though still stiffly. I let her feel me against her mound, our bodies still hot from the dancefloor. My mouth went to hers. But I was only kissing her lips. She didn't open.

"I don't have to put on a show for anyone," she muttered into my tongue. 

"Just me," I said.

"Fuck you," she said matter-of-factly.

I pulled away and nodded. "Go to the wall." I pointed to the wall between the bathroom and the TV. She went. I waited so that I could watch her ass shift and sway under the shimmering material. How, I thought, how could a man know that was in the world and not want it? And how evil would he have to be to get it?

She turned when she reached it, looking only partly confused. She probably expected me to tell her to take it off. That wasn't going to happen yet. 

"Face the wall," I said.

She put a hand on it, then narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?" she said.

"I'm telling you what I want," I said. "No more questions. Face the wall. Put your hands on it."

She did it quickly enough. She turned and laid her palms flat on the wall. But she didn't trust me - and I couldn't blame her - so she kept glancing behind, her eyes not failing to show her trepidation.

"Bend over," I said.

For once she did it without protest. This she understood. This she could see in her mind's eye. Me, wanting her, plunging into her. And I had to admit, when the money was involved she could be almost agreeable. Courtney's hand slid down the wall as she bent at the waist. The skirt rode up the backs of her thighs, up to the bottoms of her round buttocks. 

I slid the skirt the rest of the way. It nearly took my breath away. Courtney's bare ass was taut, moist from the night's exertions, the delectable handfuls of her bottom perky, round. And she wasn't wearing a strip of clothing under there. No panties. Her vagina was shaved bare. I could tell because she bent over far enough for me to see it. I reached for her cheeks and pried them apart, to get a look at her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she growled, nearly sliding off the wall.

Annoying her, I thought. "I said no more questions."

"Stop," she said. My fingers dug deeper into her. Was it her asshole she was worried about? I wanted to spread those cheeks to make her uncomfortable. And it was working. 

"You can yell out for whoever you want," I said. "It's just us tonight."

She was turned from the wall, her hands still planted on it. "Just take it out and do it," she hissed. 

Almost business-like, I thought. I gently released her, letting her ass cheeks wobble, loving every bouncing inch of them. But I didn't do it, at least not what Courtney intended. I got a good grip on her left hip, and arced my hand back, and delivered a swift smack to her right ass cheek. 

Courtney let out a choked cry. Her hair whipped as she sank a demonic glare over her shoulder, at me. "Face the wall," I said.

She did. She pushed her hands into the wall and leaned back. I rubbed the reddened skin of her buttock and swung back. I laid a second smack on her cheek, making her reel forward on her toes. "Ah!" she gasped.

I gripped her right hip, and raised my left hand. "You got me in a lot of trouble," I said mildly, and brought my palm down on her thick little ass.

"Nah!"

She didn't even try to stifle her gasp. 

I slid my hands down her thighs, not stopping the slow journey of my fingertips until I reached the backs of her knees. I bent forward, my nose at her tailbone, and kissed between the fleshy meeting of her cheeks. 

"Don't-" she said.

I stepped back. "Don't what?" I spanked her again. The black dress hung off her waist and I had to imagine what her breasts were doing under there. Without a bra, she must be hanging right against the fabric, something I could see if her long hair wasn't in the way. But she was half naked, from the waist down, all that elegance bundled up and wrinkled at her waist and all her tan, callipygean lower body planted in the carpet, anticipating her next spanking. "You knew what tonight was about," I said. I grabbed her ass roughly and spanked her hard on the right buttock. This time she swallowed her cry and released a tight exhalation. I could see her calves tense. "Didn't you?" I said. I spanked her again. She went up high on her toes. 

"Nuh!" she said. 

"If you were my girlfriend you'd be enjoying this right now," I said.

"Fuck you," she said.

I gave her another slap on the ass. She pressed closer to the wall. 

"I asked you to come to my company retreat, and you show up without a bra and panties? Not very lady-like," I said. I squeezed her buttocks. Then I gave her a sharp underarm smack, right between her thigh and ass.

"Ah!"

"I'm sorry," I said. I bent over her. My lips drank in the sweat on her spine, wending a wet trail down to her tailbone again, down her cheek, to the flushed skin on her rump. "Can I kiss it better?"

She wiggled me off. 

I pressed close to her. My hand sunk into the cleft of her ass until I found her labial folds. Without warning, I slipped two fingers high up into her snatch. She was soaked. But as I said, we'd been dancing all night.

"Agh!" Courtney growled. She peeled one hand off the wall and I pinned it back with my own. My shoes slid behind her heels to keep her at the wall and I bent over her while my fingers rimmed the inner edges of her vagina. "You...shit..." she groaned. 

I bent my mouth to her ear. "What did you tell your sister, Courtney?"

She laughed. This close I could smell and see the sweat running down her face, and from the line in her forehead I knew that my fingers in her were not without their reaction. Still she laughed, ass out and bent over against the wall. So I lubed up my thumb in her sticky pussy and pushed the button of her asshole until it sunk in.

"No," she groaned. 

"Push back, Courtney."

She did. My knuckles disappeared inside her tightness. 

"Pull out," I said.

She drew herself closer to the wall, until her orifices were almost free of my fingers.

"Push back."

She sank herself back onto them.

The thought of her orifices just made me hotter, and I couldn't stand the wet mess I was making on the inside of my slacks. With my free hand I reached down and undid my belt, telling Courtney not to stop pushing herself back and towards the wall. I pulled my pants and boxers down, my dick flipping up from the waistband, and hurriedly kicked my shoes off, kicking it all in a pile in front of the bathroom. I came up closer, till my cockhead was rested against her butt cheek, and snaked a finger of my free hand across her mouth, until my index broke past her lips.

She tried to bite, but I ignored it. And soon she was sucking on my finger, pushing my left hand in and out of her ass and pussy.

"What did you tell her," I said, returning to her ear. I wrapped my wet finger under her lips.

"I told her you liked to fuck me," she said. "That you're a pervert. That you can't keep it in your pants."

"That's all true," I said. I rubbed my dick back and forth on her springy ass. "But is that what you really told her?"

She laughed again. "Do you actually think you're getting back together with her?"

It was something I still considered, but hearing Courtney say it didn't make it sound any saner. I shoved my fingers deeper inside her.

"Ah! Don't!"

"Don't?" I said again. "Do you not know what you're going to do tonight?"

She spat back her answer, the only honest answer, the one we'd both known since she'd hit the dancefloor. "I'm going to fuck you," she said. 

"That's right," I said. "I think you're wet enough."

She didn't have an answer to that. But her body answered for her. Her juices were running between my fingers and dripping down the inside of her bare leg. 

I pulled my fingers out and slid them up to her waist. She shuddered. Her whole body shook. Courtney sank lower into her position, the muscles in her back and legs straining, but not giving out. She was built for this, I thought. She was hard in all the necessary places to let me fuck her the way I wanted, to stay bent over against this hotel wall, soft in all the best places to take me standing up, deep. I had no doubt how deep I could go, as hard as I was for her, as wet and wide as her legs could spread. But I refused my aching cock, and that lathered pussy. I reeled back and spanked her again.

Courtney let out a shocked growl. "Stop!" she said.

I spanked her again. 

"You want to be fucked but not spanked?" I said.

"Fucking...bastard..." she growled, but it sounded half-hearted, caught in the lie. 

"You were going to tell your dad I raped you?" I said. "The knife at my throat. Your pussy on my cock? I didn't think that was very funny." I brought down my palm on her firm cheek. Its jiggle gave me a deep satisfaction. 

Courtney growled again, but she laughed. It was a forced laugh, but still high, higher than the growls she made when my fingers were inside her. "I would have..." she said.

I spanked her again. Her head swung closer to the wall, but she was lower now, expecting to be fucked. She couldn't pull herself away without falling, and I was locked behind her. She had to take the humiliation. 

I pulled her dress farther up her back, exposing her smooth brown skin. I trailed my fingertips over her shoulder blades, digging my fingers gently under her ribs, wending down, squeezing her buttocks like I owned them. Hell, I did own them, didn't I?

"Why don't you call him now?" I said. I swung back and spanked her left buttock.

She rocked forward. "Unh."

I spanked her again. "Do it. Call for daddy."

"Sick..." she groaned, then I slapped her ass - her shivering, red, bulbous ass - "Pervert!" she cried. 

I squeezed her. My fingers teased, one after the other, the line of her moist pussy. "Say it," I said. 

"Ah!" she hissed as she felt my hand leave her skin, but she stuck her ass further out in readiness. When the spank came she rolled with it, her hair brushing the smooth wall. "Ah!"

Pressed up against that wall I knew exactly where I fit. I grabbed myself, forced myself between her cheeks, and plunged my cock as deep into her soaked vagina as she could take me.

"AH. AHH," she cried.

Just as lightning fast, I slid out. Her juices came with me. There was a thick sheen of her fluid coating my cock, and a short trail of it that followed when I pulled out. Inside her, even for a moment, I knew my resolve would melt. I wanted back inside her as soon as possible. Courtney, however, was shaking, her legs quivering, her body rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. Her ass bent farther, and farther back, her waist gyrating, twisting like she had on the dancefloor, seeking my cock.

To my surprise, she pushed off the wall and reached behind her, pulling at the black dress and clawing it off her head. She was naked in an instant, the dress thrown beneath her. I reveled in the sight of that strong, supine body, braced against the wall. 

"Just do it!" she screamed. 

"Did you miss it, Courtney?" I asked, rubbing my cock in the cleavage of her ass. Her body jerked at its sudden contact. 

"Do it," she hissed. 

"No," I said. It sounded stronger than I felt. I put my hand on her ass. "Call for daddy."

"You...fuck..."

I spanked her.

"Ah!"

I spanked her harder. I spanked my ex-girlfriend's sister harder on her tight, thick buns. The buns I'd forced my cock between. The girl I'd banged in her grandmother's bathroom. I'd jerked off on her mouth and on her tits. I'd coveted her in every sinful way a man can. And she was all mine, naked in my hotel room. I gripped her buttock possessively and laid another harsh smack on the other.

"Daddy-" she groaned. 

My dick straightened and bulged. "Say you're sorry," I said (well, panted is more like it. My heart was thudding in my chest).

"Fuck..." Courtney said, for the first time sounding tired. She relaxed against the wall. "Sorry... I'm sorry...daddy."

I patted her rump. Then I gripped her hip, and guided my cock, between her pussy lips, up into that hot, wet sex.

"Ahh," Courtney growled. 

"Not so bad, is it?" I said. "When you apologize."

"Hate you..." she said. 

I pulled out. Pulled out of that lovingly tight canal and dragged my wet cock along her leg. "Say it," I said.

"No," she whined.

I spanked her.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, daddy. Daddy! Are you happy?"

"Yes," I said, plunging my cock up inside her.

Courtney let out a breathless moan. "Harder," she gasped. "Oh, God..."

I pulled out. Reeling back, Courtney let out a grunt of frustration. When she pushed her ass back to me I spanked it hard. 

"Enough!" she shouted. She whirled. The sound of her back colliding with the wall was loud, a fleshy thud. She tried not to wince when her tender bottom brushed against it. Her eyes were wide, not mad but almost crazed. 

Her heavy breasts rose and fell. She was breathless, her sweat forming a trail that shined from her cleavage to her bald mound. My hands were on her breasts in an instant. Then my mouth was on her.

"Just- Do it!" she stuttered between my kisses. 

"You don't want to be spanked anymore?" I said, bending down. I rooted in my crumpled pants until I found the folded bills. I pushed them between her lips until she clamped down on them with her teeth.

I pulled off my shirt, then my socks. I trailed my hands down her arms and dragged them up above her head, then I descended on her chest, slathering her soft skin with wet kisses, popping one nipple in my mouth, balancing her full breasts in my greedy palms. Courtney didn't protest. She kept her arms above her head, the money in her mouth, and I sank lower. I lapped up the sweat between her tits, drank it up from her bellybutton, going lower and lower, until I was at the wet trap of her vagina. Descending to my knees, I attacked her pussy like it was ripened fruit, first sucking up the wetness that collected at the vulva, then suckling at her exposed clitoris. Courtney grunted through the cash. Her hands jerked off the wall. 

I dug in deeper, using my fingers to open her snatch, darting my tongue deeper inside her. Courtney jerked again, then sank her fingers into my hair. She had to, I realized. It was getting harder for her to stay on her feet. I listened to her groan again through the cash and let her unconscious sounds guide me further into her vagina. I drank her up, what came pouring out of her, and it was danker than her sweat, unmistakeable vaginal fluid, thicker and pungent. Courtney ground her pussy into my face. I was so involved I didn't noticed her leg on my shoulder at first. But I felt it when the heel dug into my back. 

Courtney pressed my head deeper into her vagina, tilting her hips up to force more of herself into my mouth. She lifted her leg to steady herself, opening herself up wider. The cash tumbled from her mouth and hit me on the head. It fluttered to the ground, forgotten, when Courtney gave her first scream. 

Like a lot of sounds Courtney made, it was hard for me to tell if this one was pleasure or exasperation, but suddenly she was sawing her pussy back and forth on my lips, insistently rubbing her clitoris on the soft indent in my upper lip. My tongue lapped at her, diving into her. The flood of her juice made me spit some back. It washed back over my mouth, covering it with sticky residue. 

My cock was stiff as a pole between my legs. I reached down and gave it a firm squeeze, then ran my hand lovingly up the inside of Courtney's knee. She slid down the wall slowly, the leg that was bent over me taking some time to roll off my shoulder. Cock in hand, on my knees, I presented it to her. 

"You're going to suck this now," I said. 

Courtney was past the point of arguing with me. She wiped her hair out of her eyes and leaned forward. I grabbed her shoulders first, her chin. I tilted her face up to mine. What I saw in her eyes was an exhausted sullenness, still the smoldering rebellion. "Do you want to taste yourself?" I asked. 

My tongue was out and her lips were on it, sucking up her own juices, letting her own stickiness coat her soft lips. I broke away and put my palm gently at the back of her neck. 

Courtney's lips wrapped around my dick.

I leaned back. I groaned deeply, at every fervid lick. She lapped at the slit, slathering her tongue around the swollen head, then took my member deeper to the back of her throat. Like a pro, she reached down to cup my balls. 

I balked at the first sound of a gulp. "Don't swallow," I said. "Spit it out."

She gave a rude noise and suddenly my balls were coated with precum and her saliva. Very soon the wetness was dripping from the base of my shaft to the floor, and Courtney's fingers were massaging my balls, squeezing them just hard enough to make me groan.

She bobbed down lower. Her hand pushed my stomach, and I went back, my knees folding under me. Courtney crawled forward until she was on top, her throat opening above my cock until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. I twitched, and my penis bulged, and I had to pull her off or I would have cum right then and there. She came up gasping.

Her eyes were so wide I could see the whites in them under her long black lashes. She was mad, yes, but she was always mad at me; her nostrils flared as much from anger as from having her breath choked off by my wet cock. "You like that?" she said proudly. "That make you feel big?"

I sat up on the floor, eye level with her. "Get on your hands and crawl to the mirror."

With only an eyebrow she squeezed all her contempt into that look. "Pig," she said. 

"Crawl," I said. "Let me see that big ass wiggle when you do it."

She scowled, but she leaned down to the floor just the same. "Is that what it takes to make your dick hard?" she said. 

"You would know."

Courtney crawled, on her hands and knees, to the sliding closet and the full length mirror. I watched her pass, every sweaty muscle on her lithe, slinking form gliding. When her ass moved past I saw how red both cheeks were. She would be sore tomorrow, maybe even bruised. I remembered how long it took for the bite on my neck to heal and thought it might have been an even trade. That wasn't true, but it made me feel better.

Just like it made me feel better to stand up and follow Courtney's slow crawl to the closet mirror. My eyes traveled from her swaying rump to her body in the mirror. And her eyes were watching me. Her heavy tits were hanging down, her nipples bouncing and swaying from her chest. The tight ass on her rolled each time she drew up a knee to travel closer to the far side of the room. She didn't say another word when she reached the mirror, just waited on her hands and knees for me to arrive. 




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 04



I made her spread her legs. Then I kneeled down behind her. 

My cock was hard and red, slick with her spit and the cum from her pussy. She was so wet it took little more than an insistent push for me to enter her. And when I did I got to watch Courtney's face as it filled her up. It made her mouth tilt down, in not quite a frown but a stiff little moue. And she got to see my smile as I kneeled behind her and placed my hands on her ass. I mounted her, and mounted her and mounted her, slowly, slowly wedging myself in. Courtney's mouth widened, her shoulders broadening, her chest jutting out. The muscles in her neck and clavicle pulsed, then became more prominent as she took the weight on her arms. 

I liked her on her knees. I would have said as much to her, but she knew that already. Instead I said, "See? That's hard."

Then I spanked her.

She hadn't expected it, but this time she got to see it. Her body rocked forward; her tits bounced against her arms. And I got to see, to my surprise, her shut her eyes and press her lips together, not wholly from pain but from something else, something that made her frown very much like pain, cross her brows very much like she was trying to expel my cock from her body, but something very much like she endured as much knowing what came next, like a shot of whiskey. 

"Fuck me," I said.

Her eyes opened slowly in the mirror. She leaned towards it, slowly pulling herself off my dick. Her thick pussy lips eased from my cock, leaving a glistening coat on my naked shaft. She pulled herself slowly and slowly, all the way until my head was just hanging on the tip of her lips. She left it quivering there, her bent back shivering; not from the cold; there was enough heat radiating off the both of us to make a whole new layer of sweat burst from our bodies. 

I spanked her. 

Courtney cried out and drove herself back down on my cock. The jolt to my senses radiated from the base of my member to all the nerves in my body, and Courtney let out another cry when her tailbone impacted with my pelvis. Her eyes weren't open anymore.

"Fuck me," I said.

Courtney slid off my cock, this time on unsteadier limbs. She tried to speed it up, and it would have felt so much better if she had, but I gripped her hips fiercely and made sure she did it slow, slower even than the first time. This time I held her at bay, with my cockhead balanced at the outer edge of her pussy. With my other hand I wet my middle finger in her leaking sex and plugged it into her asshole. She bit her lip, but didn't protest. I shoved it farther in, almost losing it up to the second knuckle. I let go of her hip and spanked her again.

Courtney cried out. She nearly bounced forward on my dick but I held her hip and pushed in tighter, grinding my dick deeper and deeper inside her. She barely muffled her breath, suddenly letting out a sharp, "Ah. Ah!"

"Fuck me," I said.

She slid off my cock like an uncoiled spring. I spanked her hard, my finger deep in her asshole. She drove herself back down on it.

She buried me in her sopping sex. She was so wet now that her fluid was dribbling down my balls. I wormed my finger deeper into her asshole, until the only thing stopping it was the rest of my fingers. I thrust my hips, and Courtney thrust back until her ass mashed against my palm.

I pulled my finger out to sink my cock deeper inside her. She gasped when I curled my fingers over her hips. She pulled herself towards the mirror and shoved her body back onto my cock. She thrust so hard her breasts shook, her hair snapped, but the eyes stayed shut, clamped. I spanked her.

"Harder," she grunted.

I spanked her again.

"Harder!" She pulled off me and slammed her pussy down on my cock. I slapped her ass so hard my hand stung. "Ah!" she growled. "Harder!" I spanked her again and she backed up on my cock, until she was drawing it in and out of her, and the thick sound of our mingling wetness made rude squashing and smacking noises. I barely thrust, letting her do all the work, pistoning herself back and forth on me. Her hips were locked under my palms, ensuring that she always came back to my hard, straining member. I slapped her ass, spanking her with every downthrust. Courtney's screams for harder melted into guttural cries that built in intensity. She was bouncing herself on my dick, lost to the world, moaning, screaming.

"Is this what it's like to be your girlfriend?" she hissed.

I held onto myself as long as I could, letting the girl work her wicked power on my body, trying to hold myself back as well as I could, but it was only a matter of time. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore her pace dropped off, and she arched her back, driving herself up and then down on my cock, instead of back and forth. She whipped her face up to the ceiling. "Don't-" she said. "Don't pull out-"

I did the exact opposite. I lunged forward, forcing Courtney up on her knees. Her hands wildly thrust out in front of her, bracing herself on the mirror. Suddenly we were pressed together, up against the full length mirror. I slid my hands around her chest and squeezed her breasts, hard. I had enough strength left to angle my hips and shove up, deep into her pussy. Courtney cried out. 

"Open your eyes," I said.

Courtney's eyes fluttered open, her mouth wide as she watched my face. I thrust her again and again against the mirror. Her body fell back against mine. 

"Watch me cum in you," I said.

She only answered back, "Ahh." The rest of her response rose higher, breathlessly higher, as I came hard, and spilled my see. She felt my balls twinge and I unleashed my thick ejaculate deep inside her pussy. Courtney was grinding herself down on me with extreme prejudice. For every spurt she pumped down harder, bouncing herself on me without ever pulling up too far. She kept me in her, rolling her hips around the base of my cock to milk her own panting climax.

"You never ask," she moaned.

"I own you," I said. I sunk my teeth into her shoulder. She arched her neck back. Our bodies rolled in twisted motion, our sweat mingled, the stench of our bodies burning together steaming up the mirror. Her hair was thick and matted stuck to the skin of my neck, and her bare pussy lips ate up my cock, pressing harder and harder, her legs opening wider to fit me further inside while my balls clenched and continued to force my ejaculate up her canal. "I'm going to fill you up," I breathed into her ear, "and when you get my cock hard again, I'm going to do it again..." My dick swelled as I thrust. Her breath caught in her throat. "And again..." I pulled down and plunged up again. "And again..." Courtney's hands left sweaty smears down the mirror's face. The closet wobbled each time we pushed. "And again," I said, and she grunted. "And again," I said, and she moaned. Each time I spoke I thrust harder, and my dick stayed ramrod straight in her body, even as the cum dripped out of her and ran thickly off her lips and over my aching balls. 

I spanked her. 

"Unh," she groaned.

Her ass tightened and tingled under my palm. "Unh!" I spanked her again, my other hand leaving her breast to wrap around her stomach, forcing her down on my cock each time the spanking bounced her to the mirror. "Unh!" she grunted. "Ahn! Ahh. Ahn. AHHN."

Together we slid off the mirror. The perspiration on her tits and belly were enough to smear our reflection on the glass. She dropped to all fours again, me firmly planted inside her. I had begun to soften, but I wouldn't leave her sopping pussy. I let my cock slip in and out of her as I continued her spanking, letting them land rhythmically, gentler than before, in time with her breaths. All the while I watched the soaked space between her legs, the base of her tan ass cheeks red and smeared with sweat and our cum. At length I plopped out, my penis softened but far from flaccid, still half-turgid at the sight of Courtney prone beneath me, and the grace of her body's lithe muscles. 

I reached down to caress the thick fluid that collected at the lips of her vagina. Courtney hissed and leaned forward. I slid my fingers in. Her pelvis rocked back against my hand. 

"'Hard again,'" she said; I could no longer see her face in the mirror but I could practically hear the sneer that came with it. "Like you could get it up. You just blew your load inside me. You're done. Let me get up and wash your spunk out of my pussy." 

I rolled my fingers inside the front of her vagina. She shivered, her ass jiggling. "No, I think I'm going to let you squeeze me out one drop at a time."

Without another word Courtney's butt cheeks clenched and she thrust her hips out. I watched her pussy lips tighten over my hand, and squeeze a thimbleful of white cream from her slit. Her legs relaxed, and then she did it again. Both times she released a soft sigh as her vagina clenched on my fingers. Despite her orgasm, her body was still aroused...

"If you're going to wash I'm going to make sure you wash every one of your dirty little holes..." I murmured. I pulled my fingers from her snatch and drew my fingertips up her crack. Her skin twitched, dancing away and then to my glistening digits. I found her anus and teased it with my fingerend until I could shove two fingers inside with minimum difficulty. Her rectal muscles clamped down, but I was lubricated enough to slide deeper, and deeper. 

Courtney let out a low mewl. "If you're so obsessed with my ass..." she groaned, "why don't you put your money where your mouth is? You're done. Let me go wash so I can get a cab and get the fuck out of here."

"I got a better idea. Why don't I put my mouth where your money is?" I pulled my fingers out of her. I'm not sure what came over me. It's not something I'd ever normally do, but seeing her ass swaying back and forth like that, hearing that fire in her tone that had been far from quenched, that still smoldered and griped, I had to do it. I leaned down; I gripped her thick ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart. While Courtney was still yowling about that I brushed the tight bud of her asshole with my lips, and then I kissed it. 

Courtney jolted forward like a bolt, as if I'd stuck her tailbone in an electrical socket. But my fingers bit into her soft flesh and kept her from wriggling free. My tongue darted out - and I won't lie, it didn't taste like peaches and cream; but the tight squirm of her muscle, the sudden reeling of her hips, the bewildered tone of her screech, was worth it. "Eugh!" she cried. "You pervert!" She said it once more; hissed it, rather. "You pervert! Sick. You like that? You like frenching my hole? I bet you want to stick your dick in that again." 

I gave her asshole a big fat kiss and pulled back. "I know that's right where you want me, Courtney."

"Not gonna happen," she said. She tried to pull away again, on her hands and knees, but I held her buttocks fast. It didn't really seem like she tried that hard. "Your limp dick couldn't even if you tried."

But she was wrong about that. Her pussy was wet and her body writhed at my touch and already I was hard again. I wiped my mouth on the back of my wrist and angled my cock towards her juicy crack. Lovingly, I brushed it up that dark and winding curve. "Is that right?" I said. "Tell me, baby, do you think you can take the whole thing?"

The muscles in her back rippled like a startled pond where I brushed my palm against it. I was growing even harder, and Courtney's shoulders were shaking.

"Your little prick?" She laughed. "Please."

"Yeah?" I said. I grabbed hold of my member and slathered the wet head in the clear honey that dribbled from her slit. "My little prick?" I slid it between her tight, puffy pussy lips.

I pushed and pushed, filling her again, taking my time, letting my blood course through my cock and widen me to my full girth again, straightening my penis and getting it tight and hard as I led it, slow inch by soaking inch, to the top of her uterus.

"Ah. Ahh."

"Since it's just a little prick, you shouldn't have a problem fitting inside your big ass."

Courtney's face suddenly appeared over her shoulder. My fresh bite marks were just beneath her burning eyes. "I do NOT have a big ass."

"No," I said. I pulled out of her. Her pupils temporarily rolled back inside her head. With my hand, I guided my cock up to that tight brown button hidden between her cheeks. "You have a big, beautiful ass," I said. "But I think it's just the right size." I rubbed the head against her anus. "Why don't we give it a try?"

Courtney's hips must have been on a different wavelength than her mouth, because her pelvis curled and fell, rising like a sultry snake. But she said, "Fuck you."

I gripped her haunches and pushed. Her asshole was tight. "C'mon, Courtney. Don't make me beg."

"I do NOT have a big ass."

"Why don't you let me and my small prick decide on that?" I said. "Maybe you'll barely even feel it." With enough pressure I had managed to squeeze my head partway into her anus. Her hips shook beneath my steadying palm.

"Anh," said Courtney. "You're obsessed with my ass." 

"Sure I am," I said. I pushed harder; she leaned back on her knees. "I'm obsessed with your tits, with your ass, with your dirty little mouth, the whole fucking package. Open up."

"Give it up," she said. "I can still taste your cock at the back of my throat. Pull it out and get off me."

"Not yet," I said. "I haven't given you the ass fucking you wanted."

"I don't-" she started, but I had my first inch inside her, and that choked off the rest of her words. "Ah..."

I squeezed her buttocks. "Ease up," I said. "Let's see how much you can fit."

"Nuh..." she said. "No..." Her sphincter relaxed slightly, letting another half inch of me slide up her butt. 

"I'll push in," I said, "and pull it out. And when I'm done I'll cum up your ass, and you can wash that out too."

"No..." she groaned. She lowered her head. All that wet and tangled black hair fell over her shoulders, sliding off her neck and hanging to the ground. Her anus relaxed a little more and I plunged my wet cock further inside her tight rectum. "Ah. Ahhn..." 

"Think you can take the whole thing?" I said. I pushed in deeper.

Courtney grit her teeth and pushed air through her cheeks. She didn't say another word. She bent forward on her hands and leaned back, and I retreated some, gave her tight buttocks a reprieve and a caress, and then gently slid forward again. 

"Your sister said you were a real slut for an ass fucking," I said darkly, watching my cock disappear inside Courtney's butt cheeks. Her sweltering tightness was making my penis even harder. With the flat of my palm I scooped the sweat from her back back towards her cheeks, letting it trickle down her crack, then using it to soak my shaft as I held it and jerked myself into her asshole.

"Ah..." she whimpered. "She didn't...tell you...shit..." she said.

"Pretty trusting of her," I said, "telling her boyfriend what a slut her little sister is. Do you want me to stop, Court? How's that little prick?" I was halfway inside her and I could now let go of my shaft, letting Courtney's muscles squeeze me deeper. I laid my hands on her ass and gave her another gentle spank.

"A-ha..." Courtney gasped.

"Good thing I'm such a gentleman," I said. I reached up between her legs and found her clitoris. Slowly...I rolled the engorged button back and forth with my fingerend, her juices soaking down to my knuckle. I slid my thumb lightly over the line of her slit. "Otherwise I might take advantage."

"Shut up," she groaned. Her head rose with each push of my cock, each circle of my finger, and each gentle grazing of my thumb. I laid another soft spanking on her right buttock. "Stah-stop..."

"Do you really want me to stop, Courtney?" I said. "Or do you want me to fuck...your slutty..." I squeezed into her with my hips, "little ass. Can you take the whole thing?"

"I can take it," she said.

"Deeper?" I said. Slathered with her juices, my cum and her cum, our heavy sweat, my stiff cock wormed deep inside her. But there were still another couple inches before I was swallowed whole.

"Deeper..." she groaned. Her whole body shook like she was about to have a fit. I couldn't stand seeing her heavy tits wobbling like that, so I leaned forward and cupped them. They rose in my hand, the nipples zig-zagging in my palms. I bucked my hips, gliding my shaft up her colon. "Anh...f-fuck..."

"Deeper?" I said.

"Deeper."

"That's a good girl," I said. My stomach finally rested against her buttocks. She'd taken me all the way, the full length of my cock, every inch now stuffed securely in her quaking, writhing anus. I flexed my penis inside her, feeling the precum squirt, and Courtney uttered a sharp cry. We both rested for moment. I massaged her tits, rubbing them up and down her moist chest. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. I tweaked one; Courtney bit her lip and groaned. Then I pulled myself gently out, about halfway, before guiding it back into her hot depths. "Good thing your sister was wrong about you," I said. "I'd feel bad if I was fucking the slutty sister. She couldn't help herself."

Courtney seemed to struggle to find her words. My left hand still groped her tits but my right hand gone back between her legs to play with her pussy and clit. Courtney's hips were alive with squirming sharp and herky jerky twists. 

"I am not a slut," she said.

I spanked her for that. "Where can you taste my cock, Courtney?" When she didn't answer right away I spanked her again when my cock was as deep inside her ass as I could fit it. I felt the spank resonate on her skin, and the vibration made my cock buzz inside her. Taking the cock and the spanking at once made Courtney's ass writhe beneath me and her upper body swing lower to the floor.

"In my mouth..."

"Who went up to my hotel room without a bra or panties?" I drove my cock inside her and spanked. We both shivered.

"I'm not a slut," she whined, taking me up her ass.

"Whose cum is that I can feel leaking out your pussy?" I spanked her.

"Yoursss..."

"Whose cock is up your butt?"

Courtney whipped her hair back. She nearly screamed the words to the wall. "My sister's fucking boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," I said. "But let me ask you question. Does that get you hot?" In response to my push she opened up her anal muscles and let out a throaty groan. "Do you like that I can't keep my dick out of you?"

"Fucking pig," she growled. "I don't care where you stick your dick."

I thrust hard and she bent her elbows. "Ahn... Ah..."

With an audible squelch I pulled out of her. The thick coating on my cock was from the cum I'd unleashed inside her pussy, the new precum slathering my head and glans, her vaginal juices and sweat and more than that. I watched it drip off my cock and from her anus for a moment while she remained prostrate on the floor. I grabbed her hip; she tried to swing me off but I pulled her to the side. It didn't take much strength at all to roll her on her back. She hardly fought it at all. Her great breasts were heaving, her body covered in sweat, her black hair plastered to her face.

I crawled up on top of her, my penis slapping against her belly. My mouth found hers, and we kissed furiously. Her hands found my dick and started masturbating me. Hard. Faster. And faster. 

"Not yet," I groaned into her dank mouth.

"You're about to cum," she said. "I can feel it... I can feel it in your balls."

"Get up on the bed," I said. "I'm going to cum in your ass."

"No," she groaned.

"You're going to take it and you're going to like it," I growled back. 

"You've cum enough," she said, refusing to let go of my cock. She pumped it faster, and faster in her hand. My fingers wrapped her wrist like a vice and flung her off. She didn't miss a beat, grabbed me with the other hand and kept pumping, a cruel smirk on her face. 




Spunky Blackmail Ch. 04



I swatted the hand away. Panting, I got up on my knees. Her chest heaving, my eyes barely able to tear themselves away from the sight, I grabbed her arm. She didn't come easily. I had to pull her; I had to heave her up, and she slapped at me and tried dodging me all the way; but I got her up on the bed and I rolled her on her back. She locked her legs together.

"Make me," she said.

I pried them apart. That beautiful bald pussy looked sweet as heaven with its vertical smile but I was after the road less travel. I tilted her hips up until I saw her brown eye. I gripped my lubricated dick in my hand and rubbed it against her asshole. 

"Unh..." she groused. I could actually see the twisted upturned nose this time, her folded brows. Her hands still pushed against me but her anus opened up. Before long I was pushing up inside her like her muscles were coated in grease. More or less, they were. I rolled it up inside her until my balls were dangling on the mattress edge. Courtney grunted all the way. "Unh...uhh...unnh." This position was a lot more uncomfortable for her, and her angry eyes told me so, but there was a hunger in those angry eyes that jolted and flared each time I retracted and slid myself back in. And from this position I now had full access to her pussy.

Better than that though, best of all, was that on her back, my dick up her crack, Courtney no longer could brace herself on her hands and knees. Her legs were in the air, her arms wide open on the bed. She couldn't claim submission here; her limbs were free to flail and strike me as she pleased. But both tan arms and legs stayed open and limp, as she watched me lick my finger tips and apply them, in vibrating circles, to her engorged clitoris. 

"Fuck...you..." she groaned. Her tits shook so hard her nipples were like dark shadows. 

My balls were begging for release. My shaft was thick and tight inside her. But I nearly made myself blind trying not to cum. I slipped one finger and then two, three and then four, up Courtney's streaming cunt and she kept screaming, groaning, taunting me, gyrating her hips to pull herself up and down on my cock. "Fucking pig," she spat, "Empty those balls. I know you want to."

Boy, did I want to. All pretense to gentleness in her ass was gone. I was thrusting myself in and out of her rectum like a racer pounding for the finish line. Courtney's legs widened, her thighs clung tightly to my sides, her toes curled suspended above the bed. The bed slammed the headboard, the coils squeaked. And she reached out to brace herself, her palms on my stomach, not to stop me, to keep her body steady while her belly rolled and undulated. Her irises rolled back in her head till I saw the fluttering whites of her eyes. 

"You first, Courtney," I groaned.

"N-no..." she stammered out. Then, sweat coating her forehead, her hair fanned wildly all about her head, she cracked a twitching, feeble grin. "Tara...said you were...such a nice boy."

I thrust deeper. Deeper. "I'm nice," I panted. I was coming to the edge. I watched Courtney's juices flow over my knuckles.

"Balls deep in my ass," she grunted. "You want to see me cum?" Her mouth hung open, her tongue bright pink beneath her white teeth. A trail of clear saliva left the corner of her lips. "You want to see me cum on your fucking cock?"

"Cum for me, Courtney."

"Grab my tits," she groaned. I slowed my strokes and reached out, my hip pistoning slower to bend forward. I took two handfuls of those firm, round breasts. Courtney's hands splayed flat on top of mine and she arched her back. "Harder..." she grunted. I plunged deeper, not faster, pulling out, then bucking my hips against her pelvis. "Hurts," she grunted, but didn't tell me to stop. "Squeeze me," she said. She repeated it: "Squeeze me."

I squeezed my prostate simultaneously. Sweat burst from under my arms and on my forehead. I was at the end of my rope. I had to cum in this girl. She was gorgeous, wet, writhing, legs wide open and her butt plugged tighter than a chemistry flask.

But I thought I knew the secret ingredient. "Cum," I said to her.

"Can't...force me," she said.

"Cum with my cock up your ass, Courtney. Cum for all that money." I arched my hips up. Her feet twitched, toes curling...

"Not a...whore," she grunted.

I squeezed her tits. "Cum for me," I said. "Show me what a good slutty little sister you are."

"Anh," Courtney grunted.

I slid my left hand down her belly and laid my thumb gently on her fat pink button. She hissed and bit her lip. 

"Give your sister's boyfriend a show, baby. Cum for me, Courtney. Give me my money's worth." I punctuated each word with a smooth thrust into her tight asshole.

"Ah. Ah-ahhhh," Courtney cried, rubbing her pussy against my hand and the fingers dancing over her clitoris.

"You know how badly I want to shoot my spunk into you, baby. Give it up," I groaned. Courtney shoved the fingers of her right hand into her mouth and began sucking and biting on herself. Her left hand cupped her fat breast.

"God, you fucker. You fucker," she groaned. "Don't..." she started. "Don't stop. Don't...don't...don't-"

"Give it to me, Courtney," I grunted. The cum boiled in my balls. "Give it to me or my head's gonna pop off. Be my little slut. Be my pretty little slut."

"Nah..."

"Be my little whore."

"Not a whore," she muttered, back arching, forehead shining.

"My whore."

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Annh!"

"Yes," I groaned. "Yes- Yes- Yes-"

She grabbed my hips, and grabbed my sides with her hard fingers. "Now," she commanded. "Cum in my ass, you fucking bastard!"

When she felt the initial spurt of my cum she let out a full throated scream. It wracked her body and made her belly dance. She threw my hand off her clit and ground her ass way down on my cock, her anus tensing, toes curling. My ejaculate was nothing compared to the first, but her climax came like an operatic crescendo. She wriggled on me, letting the weight in her rectum tingle in her tightness, her clitoris engorged, and she screamed. 

She tightened every muscle on her body, every beautiful muscle. And she came. She came so hard I was almost frightened. But I've got a soft heart.

After I pulled myself out she practically ran to the bathroom. It shut hard and stayed closed for a long time. I heard the shower, I heard her washing, and I heard the toilet flush. And I sat on the bed, stinking, wet and my balls limp on my inner thigh.  

After more than a half hour, she emerged from the bathroom, steaming wet, wrapped in a towel with another wrapped over her head. She picked her way, queen of dignity, over the mess of clothes on the ground and pulled the money from the pile. She counted it.

"The bathroom's free," she said simply.

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure she would be there when I finished, or even that my clothes and bag would be. But I was coated in enough residue to nevermind that for the moment, and took my time cleaning, took my time in the shower thinking about Courtney, her body, and us - whatever that was.

I emerged from the shower to a quiet room. The one lamp was on, giving off a dirty yellow glow in the corner, and it smelled now of a mixture of dirty sex and freshly washed bodies. 

Courtney was a dark shadow under the covers, her wet hair on the pillow furthest from me.

I sat down on the bed.

"Are you sleeping?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

Soon, I was too.

* * * EPILOGUE

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up. There was a warm body beside me, almost curled against me. The breasts rose and fell on my ribs, the nipples rolling. And she felt good, whoever she was. So I slid my fingers down her back and grasped her tight buttocks.

Hardly stirring at all, Courtney groaned, "No. I'm so fucking sore..."

"Did I hurt you?" My erection, freshly sprung, wilted with guilt.

"You always hurt me," she said. "You're always rough with me. That's how you fuck me."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No you're not."

I noticed that she hadn't pulled away from me, even as drowsy as she was. Tentatively, I slid my hands up her shoulders, up her back. 

"Don't," she warned.

"I'm not going to fuck you," I said. "I'm just..."

"Just go back to sleep," she murmured. "I'm staying here because I'm too tired to leave."

"I am sorry," I said adamantly. "I don't mean to...actually hurt you."

"Yes you do."

"Okay," I said, "yes, but not..."

"Stop being a bitch," she said. In the solid darkness of the hotel I could see absolutely nothing. All I could sense of her was her breath on my neck and the weight of her body. And her voice, rising up from the sheets. "Rough sex is rough," she said. "And that's how it is."

"That's very wise."

Suddenly she bit my chest so hard I shrieked.

"Bitch," she said, when I'd tumbled back to the mattress. I leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she pulled away. "I said go back to sleep."

"This might be the last time I ever see you," I said, noting as I said it that I couldn't actually see her. 

"Probably."

"I didn't..." I searched for the words. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

She gave a mordant little laugh. "Yes, you did."

"Okay, yes I did," I said, "but I didn't-"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" she said. "Do you always babble like this after sex? Jesus Christ, and this is the 99% Tara got."

"Do you like this?" I asked. "Did you want to be here?"

She was unnaturally quiet. When she spoke again it was after she shifted against me under the covers. Her thigh draped over my cock, and it began to rise. "I've got my money back," she said.

"So this is the last time."

"Probably," she said. She was quiet for a moment, then let loose a husky laugh. "Do you know what I actually hate about you?" she asked. "When Tara first started dating you, I thought you'd turn out to be another boring whatever guy. But Tara really loved you. And I actually saw it, kind of. You're not as smart as you think you are, but you're not dumb. Not like the guys Tara thinks I date, cause everything's a fucking contest... And yeah, you stared at my chest from time to time but I'm used to that. Really used to that. Because guys see me and want to fuck me. And here you are, a not necessarily boring, not necessarily smart, whatever, fucking guy, and Tara's so in love with you, and I fucking knew, I fucking knew you wanted to fuck me. And I actually played into it. Not at first, but sometimes I'd let my shirt fall a little lower over my tits or I'd wear a lot of flashy jewelry to drag your eyes down." She laughed. "It always works. It's so fucking..." She drifted off, her voice gradually wavering. 

"I shouldn't have come to you with the money. That was a mistake. But I knew you wouldn't tell Tara. I guess I thought I knew. But Tara said you were a nice guy. She said she could depend on you. And I wanted to see if it was true. Maybe. I think that's why. I was so wasted that night, I don't really know.

"And when you touched me that night, I thought, he's going to try to kiss me or something. And you didn't. And then, after, when you blackmailed me, I thought, ha, I was right. But I wanted to know. I wanted to know what you would do. Wanted to see how far you'd take it. And you fucking ran with it. And that's what I like. I guess I'm a little fucked up but that's what I like. I don't get to have nice guys like Tara has, I have fucking assholes, because guys don't think I'm smart, so smart guys don't go for me." She was quiet again. I'd never heard Courtney talk this way, and from the thud of her heart on my chest I knew that it wasn't something she would have said to my face.

When she resumed speaking again she was quieter. "I wanted to fuck you," she said. "That's what I hate about you. I wanted a nice guy. I guess I didn't want Tara's nice guy. I wish you were a nice guy. I wish you were a better guy. If you were, you'd still be with Tara and you never would have fucked me. But I wanted you to fuck me. I could have told you no, shit, I didn't need the money. But it was wrong to fuck you, so I wanted to fuck you. I wanted you to show me how bad you had it. And you had it so bad, and then when you fucked me, you fucked me like you owned me, fucked me like you had to, like you couldn't stand not being in me. All the teasing, your selfish arrogance. I really did hate it. But you were always acting. Always acting tough, or superior, or nasty, like I couldn't see the real you. I hated it so much it turned me on.

"And it would be fucking cool," she went on, "if we met each other and it was like, hey, we hit it off or something. But I never would have met you if you hadn't been fucking my sister. And you never would have fucked me if you hadn't fucked my sister first. So you are a scumbag. And you made me cum. You made me cum."

"Wait," I interrupted. "Maybe," I said, "maybe this works. Maybe that's what it took to-"

She cut me off with a harsh laugh. "Are you serious? You don't want to be in a relationship with me, you asshole. You just want to fuck me. You don't even know me."

"I could start," I said.

"No," she said, laughing. "No, man. This is the situation: we have freaky stupid sex, and that's it. Every time you tried to make it something more than that, it never was. If I hadn't been into it from the beginning it never would have happened. But I am into it because...I don't know. ...Because, I did like you, actually. And when I found out you were just the same as any other guy, well, fuck. Surprise, surprise..."

"But you still fucked me."

"You blackmailed me."

"You said you didn't need the money."

"I didn't," she said. "I also didn't need the fucking. But that didn't stop you from taking what you wanted. I took, too."

"I don't get it," I said. "So do you like me or not?"

"You're useful for one thing, at least. Tara never went overboard talking about your sex life but I know for a fact you never fucked her like you fuck me."

"No," I admitted.

"Why? Cause I'm the other sister? Cause I'm hot? Don't answer that. The answer's yes."

"Yes and no," I said. "There's something in you that I recognize, something in me. I'm not that nice of a guy, fine, but I was never honest with myself or with Tara. I kept putting up a front."

"You think you don't do the same thing with me?"

"You do the same thing with me," I shot back.

Her breath was hot on my face. "So what's your point?"

"Just that I do want to fuck you."

"Great, I'm glad we cleared that up."

"And I do...sort of...like you, in a weird...not entirely practical way."

She was quiet. "Remember when I said you're not as smart as you think you are?"

"Okay, fine. Fine. I don't understand what this is but I don't want you going away thinking this was all about just fucking your-"

"-my tits, and my ass and my pussy-"

"And your mouth, too. Yes, I wanted you, but I shouldn't have ever asked you to demean yourself for me."

"No," she agreed. "But that's what you wanted. And that's what I wanted. And we let it happen. If I didn't care more about fucking than about my sister I would have told her a long time ago. You think good sex is enough to break up a relationship for? No. But it wasn't my relationship. Tara's good at lots of things, lots of things that aren't about fucking."

"So you're saying I made the wrong choice."

"Yeah."

"Because it felt good."

"Of course it did," she said. 

We lapsed into a hot silence. Cautiously, I stroked the back of her head with my palm. She didn't push me away.

"So where does that leave us?" I asked. "I mean, if I want to see you again, do I just call you up?"

"You really think you can fuck me like you have without the money backing it up?"

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"Well, we don't have to find out. Tara would kill me if we dated. And I don't want to date you."

"So I lost both of you."

"Yeah," she said, "but I was only in it for the sex." She rubbed her thigh against my cock. During our conversation it had grown until it pressed into her skin. "I told you I can't fuck," she said. "I'm sore as shit. And you're not getting another blowjob from me tonight."

"How about a titjob?" I asked.

THE END