6 comments/ 509351 views/ 115 favorites Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 01 By: Wildfire427 It’s strange how some things get started. I remember from history the old navy phrase, “loose lips sink ships”. It was meant to warn sailors that bad things could happen from a minor slip of the mouth, in effect telling your enemy how you are vulnerable. It is a phrase that I myself would have done well to remember. Of course, I had never planned on anyone other than the person I was talking with to hear my conversation. And I would never have suspected that my “enemy” would be someone I thought I knew very well. I guess I should explain. I grew up in a fair sized town in the Midwest, having fairly normal parents and a fairly normal life. At least up to a point. By the time I was 18 and heading to college, I was the proverbial wild child. It seemed like the more of the things I tried that my parents had warned me about, the more things I liked. You name it, and I did it or at least tried it. I drank, smoked, got high and had sex with anyone that I felt inclined to be with. It seemed like there was no stopping me. I was having fun and planned to live life to it’s fullest. It was also while in college that I became much closer to my older sister, Vicky. I had been back home visiting the folks during my sophomore year and had gone over to her house for the evening. We very frankly discussed my wild ways. Now mind you, she didn’t disapprove and even claimed to have done much of what I had. But she also figured out that it was not in her best interest to make it a long term way of life. She decided to look at what was going to be important for her future. She realized she needed a well educated, stable man to provide for her. And that’s what she got. Now boring he was not, but he had that arrogant, self-righteous way a man that knows he will be successful has. And he had never been demanding of my sister. She was his trophy wife. There to laugh at his jokes and to look good holding onto his arm at the parties of his associates. Later that night I went out with some old friends of mine. We got drunk and high and had fun into the night. I even screwed a couple of my old boyfriends, Tom and Chuck, while their girlfriends watched. Still the wild child, I let one fuck me in the ass while I sucked the other ones cock, enjoying the attention of being a slut for them. Then the realization hit me with a force that was instantly sobering, not only physically but mentally as well. I remembered how Vicky’s husband came in and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. A gentle loving gesture. I also remembered hearing my sister tell me they had a very large five figure checking account as I watched Tom and Chuck try to come up with enough money to buy another six pack and yelling at their girlfriends like a couple of assholes. No, like my sister, this is not what I wanted for the rest of my life. I did enjoy the wild life. But as my sister pointed out, there was no real future in it, unless I was going to be the queen tramp in some trailer park. I decided that it was time for me to calm down as well. Not an easy feet for me, but I did take it gradually until I was a perfectly normal and acceptable young lady. At least on the outside. I even changed schools and made sure my reputation did not follow me. The hard part was changing the way I thought and acted around potential suitors. The “old” Beth would have just fucked or sucked the guy that she wanted to have stay around, giving it to him as much as he wanted because he would always come back for more. The “new” Elizabeth, had to do things differently. I had to learn to be polite and charming. I had to know when it was the right time to give in and when to put them off. I joined a sorority that helped me become a proper lady. They taught me how to act, dress, and stay in shape using the house gym. For the first time I was studying and making excellent grades as well. And it wasn’t long before I met Jackson or Jack as he preferred to be called. Jack was on his way to the top. He was in the top of his class, the head of his fraternity, and a fairly nice looking man. Jack also had the backing of his father, a banker in a large city. Jack wasn’t a jock, but he wasn’t a nerd either. I will admit here that I did trick Jack into marrying me. No, not with the “I’m pregnant” routine. I learned to be more conniving. After a month of dating, Jack wanted to know if I would be willing to let him “do” me. I told him I would have to think about it and put him off for another month still. I consulted my sisters and asked for advice. A plan was developed and all Jack got from me was a hand job and the occasional glance and momentary touch of my tits. About two months later, when Jack asked if we could do more, I undressed for him, got him good and hard, kissed the end of his cock and told him he could have me anyway he wanted on our honeymoon. I immediately got dressed and left. Naturally, two nights later he proposed and I accepted. So a month after our graduation we were married. True to my word, I gave Jack what he wanted on our wedding night. What I had not counted on was Jack’s limited imagination. While I had plans to be his hot little slut in bed, he planned on turning the lights off, getting off in five minutes and then falling asleep. Nine months later our daughter Veronica was borne. Three years from then and Jack’s prodigy, Steven was borne, named after his Grandfather. For me, I accepted the life that I chose. I had no regrets and made the most of my life as it was. Jack got started at the bank with his Father and when not taking care of the kids, I dabbled in real estate. It was during a consultation for some business property that things really took off for us. As a result of the consultation, Jack invested in some property and eventually left the bank to become a very successful business owner. What Jack started was a chain of family type restaurants all along the Gulf Coast. We, of course, moved out of the Midwest so Jack could take better care of the business. Eventually, we had a very nice home built on a secluded piece of land. Jack did spend an enormous amount of time with the business, however I never minded as long as the money was good. We managed to raise our children without many problems. Veronica graduated high school and choose to go away to college. Steven on the other hand wanted to be a fire fighter, much to the dismay of his father who had dreams of turning over the family business to him. While still in high school, Steven joined this group of kids who wanted to learn more about being fire fighters. He was actually very good at it. He studied hard and one of the counselors told me that Steven knew more about fire fighting than some of the guys on the job. Steven even had a special place in his room for studying and learning about fire fighting, complete with all sorts of radios and computers to listen to the calls. After several heated discussions, Jack finally agreed to let Steven get a Fire Science degree at the local college if he would at least back it up with a minor in business. For me, I spent time planning the occasionally dinner party, stayed in shape with visits to the gym, swam laps in the pool and otherwise just hung out and spent money. I even got used to five minutes with Jack whenever he wanted, knowing full well that my vibrator waited for me as soon as he was asleep. I guess it was a few months after Steven graduated high school that I sank my ship, so to speak. My sister, Vicky had called me on a Friday evening and was filling me with her woes over problems with her husband, Bill. Jack was out of town until Sunday, so I grabbed the cordless phone and headed to the bar to get a glass of wine. I don’t drink around Jack as I found that after a few drinks I start to slip back into my “old” Beth self, but since he was out of town I felt safe. Besides there was no one in the house but Steven and he was holed up in his room where he usually was. Vicky told me that Bill was unhappy with their marriage. Being a good sister I offered her my “ear” to cry on and was opening a second bottle of wine to chase down the first, when I had my fill of her whining. “You know what you need to do? You need to show him what he has been missing,” I tell her. “Like what?” Vicky innocently asks me. “Like what?! You know you are only three years older than me so it’s too early for you to be senile yet. I know damn well what I would do if I had the chance,” I informed her with the help of the wine, “I’d be Bill’s hot little slut slave. Hell I still remember all the fun I used to have. I’d give him that and then hang on to him while he begged for more.” “Oh you think that’s what he wants, huh?” “I don’t know for sure baby, but wouldn’t it be fun to find out?” I asked Sis. “So what would you do?” Vicky asks knowing I have already drank too much wine. “I would show Bill what a hot little slut I could be for him. I would strip down naked for him and let him get an eyeful of my 36Ds. Then I would get him out of his clothes and fondle his heavy balls while I licked and sucked on his big cock. I would get him hard and wet and then bend over for him. When he starts to stick his cock in my pussy I will tell him his aim is a little off and to see if he can find another place where he can put it. Then I will let him ass fuck me for as long as he wants. And when he is ready to cum I will drop back to my knees and slide his hot meat between my lips and suck his balls dry. Hell maybe he would get off watching me getting gang fucked. That would be hot. Or maybe I would have you stay and I can show him how good I am at licking pussy. I remember getting drunk in the sorority house in college and having fun with all the girls. Bet you didn’t know that either.” “No, I didn’t. So you are telling me that my little sister Elizabeth is nothing more than a bi-sexual slut? Does Jack know this?” Vicky questioned. “No. Jack is too damn busy with the business to know anything about me. Hell, all I have gotten from Jack since we have been married is an occasional lights out five minute marathon. I have more sex by myself in one week than me and Jack have had since we have been married. Now that the kids are grown, if it wasn’t for the money, I might have to take off from Jack. Maybe I would go back to college” I laugh into the phone. “I don’t know. I’ll try to talk to Bill some more and see if I can find out what is on his mind. If it looks like we can use your talents, I’ll let you know, okay? “Anything for you Sis, you know that. I’m going to go ahead and finish this bottle and head off to bed. Don’t want it to go flat. You know, I think I’m going to talk to Jack about getting some stock in a battery company. Hell, then at least I will be getting something back for all the ones I buy. Night Sis,” I slur into the phone. “Night, sweetie. Have fun,” Vicky said hanging up the phone. I do finish the bottle, and then climb the stairs to the bedroom. My mind is already thinking about which dildo I will use tonight. Hell maybe I will even check out some porn on the satellite dish. Poor Jack probably doesn’t know what porn is or for that matter that it is fed right into his bedroom when he isn’t around. I get to the top of the stairs and notice my son’s door open. I jump when he comes out the door into the hall. “Jesus, honey. You practically scared the shit out of me,” I pant while pushed back against the hallway wall. “Sorry, Mom. I needed to talk to you and wasn’t sure that was you or not. “It’s kinda late honey, couldn’t we talk in the morning,” I ask my mind still anticipating an evening of self gratification. “No, it’s really important. Besides, I’m hoping it’s something you can help me with tonight,” Steven tells me with a look of concern on his face. “Okay baby, what’s the problem,” I ask. “Come in here,” he tells me as he walks into his room. I follow and even though we are the only two in the house, he closes his door. “So, what is so important?” I ask a bit impatiently as I sit down on one of his chairs. My son Steven stands in front of me looking down and says, “I want you to suck my cock.” “Excuse me, did I hear you right? Did you just ask me to suck your cock?” I query. “Well, actually that was wrong of me,” Steven says looking down at the floor. As his gaze shifts to my eyes he rephrases. “What I meant to say is you are going to suck my cock. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you that you will.” “And what the fuck makes you think I would do something like that? Have you gone out of your fucking mind?” I rant using the “F” word twice more than I ever had in front of my own son. “I was messing around with my radios and it seems I heard a conversation between you and Aunt Vicky earlier, and it really turned me on.” “I was just kidding around with Vicky. You know, you and your sister have joked around before too, I’m sure. That’s all that was,” I try to explain. Steven moves from in front of me to his computer. I shift nervously in the chair, suddenly aware that I am only wearing a tank top with no bra, and a pair of cut off jeans. He moves to a sturdy leather chair and sits before he speaks again. “Not only did I hear the conversation, I made a tape of it as well. And before you get any ideas, I have already sent several copies by e-mail to accounts I have that you will never find. I just wonder how dear old Dad would react if he heard this,” Steven informs me as he presses a button on his computer. My head drops to the floor as I listen to myself describing how I would be Bill’s slut and what I would do, in too much detail. When the tape finishes, Steven turns towards me in the chair. “As I see it, this can go one of two ways. You will either agree here and now to do everything that I demand of you, or, on Sunday night Dad will be listening to this tape. I’m sure it will be more than enough to send you on your way. Then you will be free of him and can go back to being the little slut whore that you really are.” My head spins. Two bottles of wine and a misunderstood telephone conversation is on the verge of ending the life that I have. I almost wish I could cry. I almost wish I could go over and slap some sense into Steven. But at 6’2” and 200 pounds of muscle, I would be no match for him. He would do with me whatever he wanted. Which apparently is exactly what he wants. “So what is it you want me to do? If I suck your cock will you be happy?” I ask. “I’ll be happy for tonight. But I’m not sure how I will feel tomorrow. I may need another blow job or I may need to take a shot at your hot ass myself. To me it seems like an easy solution. You want to be a slutty whore again and you also want to live in this house and spend Dad’s money. For me, it’s just as easy. Either I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want with you, or you will be out of the picture and I get all of Dad’s money. Hell I fuck my girlfriend all the time. It’s not like I would be getting anything I don’t get now, except I think you will be better than most of the girls I date. That and it would be very convenient for me to have the ability for a quick blow job or nice fuck without having to wine and dine some stupid college bitch.” I had never thought of my son in a sexual manner. It never occurred to me that he wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was a man now. A man with sexual needs and desires. “Will you let me think about this first?” I ask. Steven walks over to me and bends slightly cupping my chin in his hand and strokes my cheek for a moment. He then reaches down for the pack of cigarettes in my hand. He pulls a cigarette out and lights it. “You can have till I finish this smoke,” he informs me as he moves back to his chair. “And when did you start smoking,” I ask, as if the previous conversation had not even taken place. I light one for myself and take a deep drag and slowly exhale. “Mom, there are a lot of things about me that you don’t know, but you will find out more if you agree to my conditions. In fact, let me see if I can help you decide,” my son says as he stands up putting the cigarette out. Standing now, he unbuckles his pants and unzips his jeans. He tugs them down a little as I watch the thick patch of hair begin to show. He reaches in and pulls his semi-hard cock out. “This is what happens when I think about fucking you. I start to get hard,” he says as he starts to stroke his cock in front of his Mother. I stare in disbelief. My son’s cock is beautiful. It looks to be about 8” long, bigger than his Father, and not too thick. Perfect for sucking and ass fucking. My god what am I thinking. “Careful Mom, your nipples are getting as hard as my cock.” I look down and sure enough, my nipples are poking proudly against the material of the tank top I am wearing. It seems my body has decided for me as I can feel my pussy getting wet too. I slide off the chair and drop onto my knees. As I begin to move, Steven sits back in his chair. I crawl over to him on my hands and knees until I am looking straight at the magnificent cock he is holding in his hands. I move between his legs and reach a hand out to touch him. It is the first strange cock that I have felt since being with Jack in college. “That’s it. Go ahead and suck my cock. You know you need this in between your slutty lips don’t you bitch,” my son says as if he can read my mind and knows I like the way he is talking to me. I lift up and kiss the head, already tasting a drop of precum that is glistening there. A soft moan escapes my son’s mouth as I lower my mouth over his hard cock. I ease it in a little ways, then slide back and suck on the head. Then I begin to lick up and down the length of his shaft. When I get to the bottom, I reach up and pull on his pants until he lifts up and lets me pull them further down and then reposition him on the edge of the chair. I use one hand to continue to stroke my son’s hard cock as my mouth moves down to lick his big cum filled balls. “Oh you are a nasty little slut aren’t you? Be a good girl and suck my hairy balls for me, bitch.” I instinctively open my mouth and let them glide into my mouth and gently suck while still fisting his cock. After a few minutes Steven speaks to me again. “Fuck your good. Now get back up here and suck my cock again. “ I leave a wet trail from my son’s balls back to the head of his cock. I spread my lips slightly as I push my mouth back down over the head. “Let’s see those tits. I have been dying to see them without anything on them for a long time.” I reach down with one hand and pull the tank top up. For a moment I lift my head off Steven’s cock so I can get it all the way off, and then push his cock back into my mouth, trying to get as much in as I can. I used to be a real good cock sucker and I was determined to show my son just what I could do. Steven reaches down to feel my tits and nipples as he says, “These are really nice. I’m going to enjoy titty fucking you and then covering your face with my hot cum.” An involuntary moan ascends from my throat as Steven plays with my tits and holds one hand on the back of my head, keeping my mouth on his cock. I work feverishly over Steven’s cock. Using my tongue to lick as my mouth slides up and down, sucking on the head and stroking the rest with my hand. “Put you other hand in your shorts. I want you to play with your pussy while you suck my cock. And don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. And don’t stop unless I tell you to. Understand?” he asks. All I can do is moan and nod my head slightly as I push my hand into my shorts and begin to slide a finger up and down my soaked slit. I suck my son’s cock as I finger my pussy, being careful not to make myself cum before being allowed to. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 01 “Oh fuck this is better than I ever dreamed. God I love fucking your face,” Steven informs me as he changes from holding the back of my head to grabbing a handful of hair to guide the pace he wants me to follow. I continue to suck as much of him as I can into the back of my throat and think that with practice and the right position, he could get all of his cock in my mouth. Steven forces my mouth up and down his cock faster. “I’m getting ready to cum. You are not allowed to cum yet. And when I pull my cock from your mouth I better see my load there,” Steven informs me as he places both hands on the side of my head and starts humping up to my mouth. I feel his cock swell slightly and I am rewarded with the first shot of his thick load landing in my mouth. He shoots powerfully over and over in my mouth and I feel some slip from my lips, but I continue to suck while he holds my head, letting my son get off in his mom’s mouth. Steven slowly pushes my head away and as his cock leaves my lips, I strain to open my mouth wide so he can see his fresh load of cum coating my tongue and slipping over my lips and down my chin. His hands leave my head and glide down to my nipples. He begins to pinch and pull on them. “You will cum now. And when you cum, you will close your mouth and swallow all of my load that is left there. Do it now you fucking slut whore!” he commands me. And cum I do as my hand moves at a fevered pitch across my pussy. At the instant I feel me start to explode, I close my mouth and let my son’s hot cum slip down my throat. Steven continues to pinch my nipples as I finish swallowing and scream out, “Yes, baby, make Mommy your slut slave. Fuck me anyway you want, anytime you want. Fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Do with me what you want, with whoever you want. Abuse me and use me baby. I belong to you know.” I start to calm back down and open my eyes. Steven’s cock is starting to soften and I notice a small drop of cum still on the head. I stick my tongue out and lick it off and moan as I get a fresh taste. My son lights two cigarettes and gives me one. I know that this is only the beginning and I hope it doesn’t end for a long time. “We need to move into the spare bedroom now, “my son tells me, “I’m sure in about an hour or two I will be ready to go to sleep. And I know for a fact that we will be very busy tomorrow.” “Yes, Steven. Whatever you say,” is my only reply as I let my shorts fall to the floor and walk naked ahead of my son to the spare bedroom. Blackmailed Into Submission Ch. 02 Your life can change almost in the blink of an eye. Sometimes the change is good, sometimes bad. A sudden change can change your happy life into a totally depressive situation. On the other hand, change can make you realize how unsatisfying your life was. This was my case. I had been living a life where I convinced myself that I was happy and content. I had married the man of my planning which provided the things I thought I wanted. Money and security were on the top of the list of things I wanted. At least so I thought. To get what I wanted, I had completely changed my life. I gave up some very serious wild ways and learned to be the woman that Jack, my soon to be husband, wanted. And I did succeed in getting what I wanted. Jack is a very successful business man, owning a chain of restaurants along the Gulf Coast. What I didn’t consider was Jack getting more of an orgasmic rush from making money than from fucking me. But, over time I even learned to accept that. I also learned to use Jack’s money to entertain me in other ways. I had a Jaguar convertible, expense jewelry, the finest clothes, a custom built house out in the country and more precious metal credit cards than my purse could hold. As far as my sex life went, I got used to turning the lights off and spreading my legs so Jack could climb on and get off in five minutes. Getting used to it would be a wrong choice of words. I put up with it. So as it was, I also used Jack’s money to buy various dildos and vibrators that I stored in a compartment I had hidden in my closet that Jack knows nothing about. His money also bought cable and satellite TV, both optioned out for the most graphic porn I could find to be piped into our house. And a high speed internet connection brought sites like Literotica®com to my 22” monitor for me to use as masturbation fodder. In my mind, my sex life was just fine. I did my duty as Jack’s wife when he wanted, and the rest of the time I would just take care of myself. I still had fantasies of my younger wild days and with the help of the toys, videos and stories, I stayed satisfied. Or so I thought. My change happened almost over night. It started when my son, Steven, blackmailed me. He never forced me, and I could have said no, but I didn’t. It started with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. He then made me finger myself off while I swallowed his thick, creamy load of cum he had me hold in my mouth. We ended up in a guest bedroom for the night with Steven fucking his Mother any way he could think of. The next morning I awoke feeling better than I had in years. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be a wild child again. I wanted to be my son’s slut slave. I could have Jack’s money and still get abused and used like I wanted all along. I slipped under the covers and put my son’s hard cock in my mouth and sucked him until he blasted his cum down my throat. This was a start, and I hoped it never ended. That was all about a month ago. I am totally submissive to my son now. I am no longer really being blackmailed, as I want to be my son’s slut slave. However, I do know that the taped conversation still exists if Steven ever needed to use it as leverage. For appearances, when his Father is around, he never pushes our relationship. That’s not usually a problem since as I told you earlier, Jack would rather make money that get a blow job, so he isn’t around the house much at all, except to maybe eat a quick meal or pack for one of his frequent business trips. At all other times, when it is just me and Steven, I am totally submissive to him. My normal attire is a tight tank top (no bra) and silk gym shorts (no panties) except when we know that Jack won’t be around. On those occasions, Steven will sometimes make me perform my household duties and slave duties totally nude. For his part, Steven has become quite good at dominating me. His style and technique will vary from simple requests to make him a certain dinner, to weekend play times where he will be very demanding of me, both sexually and domestically. I talked with Jack, at the demand of Steven, and convinced him that our son should have his own place. We had a guest area built above the garage and Jack consented to let Jack move in for as long as he wanted to. Jack then went to work making the place his own. For the most part, I didn’t know much about what Steven had done to the place. I would go up to get his laundry and it looked like a typical single guy place. At times, Steven would come to me and tell me to write a check to pay bills for work he had done to the place, and of course I never questioned him about any of it. Steven also had me pay off his credit cards which he used to make both local and online purchases. It was a Friday morning and Jack had already went into town to his office. Steven and I both knew that Jack was leaving that afternoon for one of his weekend trips. I was hoping to have some play time with Steven over the weekend as well. Steven and I were on the back porch. He had one last final for the end of the semester today and then would be off for awhile. Steve was sitting in a lounge chair casually smoking a cigarette while his jeans and underwear rested around his ankles. I was on my knees between Steven’s legs, sucking on his cock and fondling his balls. That’s when I found out there wouldn’t be much play time this weekend. “I’ve invited a few guys over for a end of semester pool party tonight. We should be here about six. I left a list of what you need to do or have done on the kitchen counter. We’re just going to hang out for awhile and then maybe go bar hopping a little later. And I have a date tomorrow night with Stacie,” Steven informed me. I also noted that Steven’s cock swelled a little bit at the mention of Stacie, and I felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Steven quickly brought me out of my thought pattern with, “Hurry up now bitch. I don’t want to be late for school and I always do better after I have unloaded in your slut mouth.” What he said and the way he said it sent me into high gear. I had gotten good at sucking my son’s cock and was to the point that even on my knees I was almost able to get all 8” of his cock through my mouth and down my throat. I worked him hard and fast, using my mouth to fuck his cock. Since I was still in my tank top and shorts, and not having been given any special instructions, I assumed I would be expected to just swallow Steven’s hot load of cum. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and pushed it deep into my throat. His first shot went right down and then I pulled up and sucked on the head as he continued to flood my mouth. At one point I had to swallow to keep from having my son’s cum spill out of my mouth. When he finally stopped cumming, Steven pulled his cock from my mouth. I instinctively bent forward and began to lick it to make sure it was clean before he pulled his pants up. “You know, I have gotten blown by a few girls in my short lifetime, but none compare to what you can do with your cum hungry mouth,” Steven tells me as he stands to pull his pants up. I stand next to him waiting for any orders. Once his pants are in place he bends over to whisper in my ear as he feels up my tits, “In fact, I don’t think I have ever had anyone be such a hot little slut as you.” I beam with pride as Steven picks up his keys and heads out the door. I walk into the kitchen and decide against a cup of coffee right away. I want to savor the flavor of my son’s cum for a little while longer. Especially since it looks like I will have to revert back to my self pleasuring days while he parties with his friends. I look at the list he has given me. I realize that I will have to discuss party planning basics with my son some day. On the note is scribbled, “Lots of beer and something to eat.” I pick up the phone and hit a speed dial button. I let my tongue roll around in my mouth enjoying the after taste of my son’s cum while waiting to be connected. When the caterer answers, I give them more detailed instructions of what needs to happen. A few more calls and I am assured that the pool will be sparkling clean and that there will be high powered sound system available to play the guys favorite music. No son of mine will ever have a second class party if I can help it. Then I head off to my bedroom to take care of myself. By 5:30, everything is in place. I even raided Steven’s CD collection and had the sound guy show me how to load them into the system and program the computer. The food was hot and in place and the keg of beer was iced down and ready for them. Steven showed up about ten minutes later. “Wow! This is great!” he exclaims. I explain the no second rate party rule to Steven and he bends down and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my open mouth. I had just shown Steven how to run the music computer when the doorbell rang. I reach a hand out and feel my son’s crotch through his pants and wink at him, “I’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” and then I head up the stairs. I had settled down to read and write some e-mail to family and friends. It was about seven and the party sounded like it was going well with the music playing in the background through my sitting room door. I heard a knock and then the door opened with Steven walking in. “Is there anything I can do for you?” I ask hopefully. “No, not really. I was just thinking you might like to come downstairs and hang out with us. The food is great and the beer is cold,” he tells me. “No, this is your party, you guys enjoy yourself,” I replied thinking Steven’s statement was an offer, not a demand. “Well, actually, I would really like for you to come on down. In fact, I bought you a new swimsuit for the occasion, “my son tells me handing me a gift wrapped box. “But it’s up to you, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Steven then turns and walks out of the room. The tone of his last statement changed his offer to a formal request. Whenever he says that, it means if I don’t do it, his Dad will get to hear the tape of me wanting to be my sister’s husband’s sex slave, regardless of how innocent the conversation really was. There is no decision for me to make. I immediately take the box and head to my dressing room. I fix my blonde hair and make-up to perfection, no sense in looking crappy. I’m glad that I stopped on the way home from the gym and got a pedicure and manicure. I apply a thick coat of lipstick to match the blood red color of my finger and toe nails. Then I unwrap and open the box and pull out my new swimsuit. The one my son picked out for me to wear on this occasion. My heart jumps at what I pull out. The swim suit is solid white, at least what there was of it. The top consisted of two strings with two small triangles to partially cover my 36D tits. And if I thought the top was revealing, the bottom was two stings and only one triangle. I take a deep breath, calm down and put the swimsuit on. I must say I do look hot in it. The two tit triangles will not cover me entirely so I place the material centered over each nipple, leaving tit skin showing all around the patch of cloth. The bottom triangle fits similarly. The cloth patch covers my pussy and not much more. The back is nothing more than a string that runs from my pussy through my ass cheeks. Fortunately, there is also a matching wrap in the box that I place around my waist. To complement the outfit, I scrounge in my shoe closet and find a pair of high heeled sandals in white. A quick check of my hair and make up and a good does of Whore #5 (the preferred scent of strippers I am told) and down the stairs I go, stopping at the bar for a quick double of whatever my hand landed on. I open the patio door and feel the music thumping. I look out and see my son with about ten other guys about his age. They all must be in the Fire Science program because each of them is big and muscular. I feel the drink warm my stomach and with another deep breath I walk over to where they are all sitting. I notice one of them nod my way and I burst into a big smile as all eyes are on me. I begin to strut in time to the music and as I arrive in front of this crowd of young men, I strike a cross legged pose and simply ask, ”Is there anything I can get for you boys?” There is no more powerful feeling in the world than to make someone speechless. And I had done it to ten men at once. I notice an empty cup and move over to the owner. “Looks like you need a refill. What’s your name?” I ask. A barely audible voice squeaks, “Charlie.” “Well Charlie, my name is Beth. Let me take care of this for you, okay? I’ll be right back,” I tell the young man as he can’t decide where on my body to look. I turn and strut back to the patio, fully aware that even with the sheer wrap, they will be able to see what my swimsuit doesn’t cover. From behind me the comments start. “Jesus, look at her ass,” and “Fuck that, did you see those tits.” Then one of them says just as I am almost our of ear shot, “Sorry, dude. I forgot that’s your Mom.” I return with the full cup of beer and bend over to set it on the table next to Charlie, giving him and the other guys around him a good view of my barely covered tits and a good whiff of the scent I know they have all smelled at the local strip clubs. “Anyone else need a refill,” I casually ask. “Of course I can only carry two at a time so I may have to make several trips, but I don’t mind if you don’t.” For the next 30 minutes it seems that gallons of beer was consumed as I strutted back and forth. On the return of one trip, I saw my son talking to a boy who said his name was Mark. “No way,” Mark said. “I’m not kidding, it’s true,” I heard Steven tell him. I walk past the two and set two beers on the next table for Gary and Bill. As I bend over I hear Mark mutter not quite under his breath, “Well fuck me.” I walk behind Mark and let my hand trail over his shoulders and can’t resist a comment. “Hmmm. What a thought.” I go back to the bar and fix myself a drink and then return to stand on the patio. There seems to be a heated discussion going on with a lot of looks my way. Several “bullshit” and “no ways” make there way to where I am sitting smoking a cigarette and sipping another double plus a double. The last comment I hear before Steven calls me over is, “Prove it.” Now I would have to be as stupid as my hair color would make some people think I am not to know what was happening. Steven motions me over and I know it is time. Time to show off. Time to be the slut I love to be. Time for me to make my son proud of me. I saunter slowly over to where my son sits. There is no other sound but the music playing and all eyes are on me, or various parts of me. “Steve, is there anything I can do for you?” I ask compliantly. “Mark here wants to get a better look at your tits. Take your top off for him,” my son instructs me. “Better yet, let me change the music and you can just strip off what little you do have on,” Steven tells me as he moves to the sound system computer. I remain where I stopped in front of where Steven had been sitting. The music starts and Steven has picked well. The song is the 80’s hit from Roxette, “She’s got the Look.” I take a couple of steps back, close my eyes and tilt my head back. Finding the beat of the music in my head, I begin to move. The song has a strong hard beat and so do my movements. I waste very little time undoing the back strap to my bikini top. This allows the triangle patches to flop around as I dance, but not quite giving a clear view of my tits. I sashay over to where Mark is sitting and back up to him. I take his hand and place it to the knot holding my top on. As he pulls the strings I hold the material to my breasts and move away from him. I dance for a moment or two before returning in front of him, pulling my hands and material away. Just like an experienced stripper would, I looped his head with my bikini and brought his face to my tits. I let Mark stay there for a moment and then move back out in front of everyone. I move around each of the table letting each young man have a good look at my tits. From somewhere in the bunch I hear, “Take the rest off!” I am only too happy to comply. I return to pool side where everyone has a good view. I turn around and bend over and run my hands over my ass before I slide my fingers under the thin string. I turn around and push my hips forward and inch the material down. I know all eyes are on the bikini as it reveals a perfectly smooth and tan mound. A collective groan escapes my audience as I pull the strings back up tight. I look at the guys and find my target. The shy one, Charlie. I glide over to his chair and position a hip in his face. I use the fingers of one hand and diddle the knot. I look down at Charlie and notice a very nice bulge in his swimsuit. With a pouty lip and a come fuck me anyway you want look in my eyes I ask Charlie, “Think you can help me?” Poor Charlie just about passes out from the blood rushing from one head to the other, but he manages to untie the knot while I hold the strings. I turn and brush his face with my ass cheek and in a helpless tone tell him, “I have another one for you too, Charlie.” Charlie learns quick and almost tears the strings apart. I’m still holding the small triangle of cloth over my pussy and stand before Charlie. His eyes are glued to the small white cloth. I can’t resist teasing Charlie. “Tell me what you want to see.” But Charlie can’t find the words. I notice my son Steven lean over and whisper in Charlie’s ear. Again I tease, “Charlie, is there anything else I can show you?” He stammers and stutters but the only audible sound from his mouth is a quite, “Yeah.” Steven again leans over to Charlie’s ear. I continue to tease him, “Charlie, if you can’t tell me what you want, I won’t know what to do. Can you tell me what you want to see?” Again my son leans to his friend and he also gets a little shove on the shoulder and then a louder, “Do it!” from my son. Charlie’s face flushes a bright shade of red and he practically yells at the top of his lungs, “Yeah bitch, we want to see your cunt!” The rest of the guys clap and cheer and Charlie gets many friendly slaps on the back. For me, I just barely whisper, “You got it stud,” and whip off the material. As I did with Mark, I loop the bikini bottom around Charlie’s head but this time I pull lower until his nose is pressed to my hot, steamy cunt. I gyrate a little, actually enjoying his nose on my pussy before I release him and push him back. Remembering the rest of the guys I back off and move around making sure everyone gets an eyeful of my now bare pussy and ass. The music quiets down as my son Steven pushes on the remote control. “Lap dance time,” he announces. Steven has the guys move all but one table away and then has all the chairs placed in a large circle around it. Steven leads me over to the table which I climb up on and continue to move to the music. “Okay. Here’s the deal. We can either go to the strip club and waste your money, or you can spend your money here and get a positive return on your investment,” Steven explains while rubbing my ass as I sway to the music. “I’m not going to rip you off, you will get your money’s worth. I think $10 a lap dance is more than fair. Especially since at this club you don’t have to sit on your hands or any stupid shit like that. Anyone that doesn’t want to pay for a lap dance is more than welcome to hang out over on the patio till we are done. As would be expected, everyone forks over the ten bucks. I start off with a boy named Jason. I give him the full treatment rubbing my tits in his face and grinding on his stiff swimsuit. He even gets brave and takes a feel or two of my tits before the song ends. I move to the other side of the circle and select David as my next lap. David, is a little braver and feels up my tits and my wet slit before his song is over. From over my shoulder I see Adam on the other side of the circle lighting up a cigarette. Blackmailed Into Submission Ch. 02 As the next song begins, I move straight to him, spreading my legs as I squat on his lap. He begins to put the cigarette down and I take it from him and take a deep drag, blowing the smoke over his face as his hands rest on my hips. I take another drag and push forward until my hard nippled tits are pressed against his hairy chest. I glide my mouth over his and kiss him, teasing his lips with my tongue. As I break the kiss I exhale with a moan and let the smoke escape from my lips. I grind on Adam’s lap and offer him the cigarette. Just as he gets it in, I push my mouth to his and push my tongue into his mouth. As his lips part, I breath in sucking the smoke from him. Again as I break the kiss I slowly let the smoke pour from my lips. My lap dance with Sam was almost as memorable. While grinding on his lap, Sam entertains himself by pinching and pulling on my nipples. He also whispers nasty little nothings into my ear as the music plays in the background. Sam is wearing a light blue swimsuit and when the music stops and I climb off, I notice that I have left a rather large wet spot on his suit. I bend forward and lick my cunt juice from his suit, which is right over his hard cock. One lick and I look up and tell him that maybe later I can lick the rest for him. The other guys each get there turn with me on their laps. Each a little different, but each with a very hard cock hiding under their swimsuits. My son tells me to take a break and I go back to the patio bar for another double/quadruple and a smoke. I am quivering with anticipation. My nipples are hard and I absentmindedly run a hand across one. My son waves me back over to the group as he continues his discussion with the other guys. “So that’s the deal, except this time if you don’t want to pay, I’m afraid you will have to leave. And just so you know what you will be missing if you leave, a little demonstration is in order,” Steven explains as I stand next to my tall, muscular son, with a hand resting on his broad shoulders. He turns to me and orders simply, “Get on your knees bitch and suck my cock.” Oh how I love to hear those words. Without hesitation, I drop to my knees and lower my son’s swimsuit. His 8” cock is almost already full of blood. With one hand I guide it to my mouth, kiss the head and then push it past my lips. I know this is not to be a leisurely blow job so I work hard and fast. It takes no time for his cock to get fully hard in my mouth and with one hand I reach for his heavy balls and the other around to pull on his ass. I keep this up for a couple of minutes until I feel my son’s hands on the sides of my head. At this point he is fucking my mouth, holding my head still, while he pistons in and out. As Steven’s cock begins to swell and he is about to cum, I know just how to show off my talents and his abilities. I move a hand to his cock and begin to jerk him off while keeping the head in my mouth. As soon as I feel the first shot rising up, I open my mouth wide and stroke him fast, as my son blasts his load of cum into my open mouth. By the time he is done, I have a mouthful of cum, with more running down my chin, neck, and tits. I make a show of it. I walk around so each guy can see my son’s cum in my mouth and on my body. Then I stop, swallow in a very obvious manner and then walk around so each can now see that it’s gone. Steven hands me a towel and I wipe up anything that didn’t get swallowed. “So, that’s the deal. $100 for anything you want. Pay up now or leave,” Steve tells he friends. In about thirty seconds there is a $1000 sitting on the table. “There is only one rule, “ Steven explains, “there will be no fighting. If you can’t work out who will do what to where, you will be asked to leave, no refund. As far as I care you can go sit in your car a jerk off and the rest of us will fuck this bitch silly. I will make certain suggestions along the way, just to be helpful, but other than that, you are free to do what you want.” Nods all around, guided mostly by some very hard cocks, shows their agreement to the terms. I am led back to the table by my son and placed on my back. The table is perfectly sized so I can rest my feet up with legs spread and my head hangs back over the edge in perfect position. Steven then walks around and momentarily chats with each guy. “Okay, Mark and Charlie,” Steven calls out. In an instant I see Mark standing over my face. He struggles to get his swimsuit over his hard cock as I eye him and lick my lips. He gingerly holds it in his hands stoking it slightly, not sure of himself. I extend my tongue out as far as I can and he moves forward until I can lick the head. From there, his instinct takes over. In a matter of moments his cock is wedged between my lips, sliding slowly in and out. I feel a nudge at my pussy and assume Charlie is ready too. Without missing a beat while Mark fucks my mouth, I reach down and grab hold of Charlie’s cock and pull him to my pussy. Once I have the head inside I let him decide what to do next. And he must be real good at snap decisions, because then next thing I know he is full tilt cock in cunt. He holds it there as my pussy quivers it’s first orgasm around his young meat. From there, it is just a matter of the two setting a good rhythm between them. Charlie would push his cock into my cunt, forcing my mouth onto Mark’s cock. Hands also made time with my tits, pinching, pulling and generally getting me off from the attention. Excess stimulation that had occurred to this point was too much for both though. Mark grunts out, “Oh fuck here it goes,” as he cums in my mouth. At the same time Charlie groans loudly and I feel him filling my cunt with his hot goo. We continued this way with four more guys, the last one in my mouth, Jason pulled out and shot a creamy load all over my face and tits. I look up and see Steven with David. David looks at Steven and asks, “Are you sure man?” “Fuck, yes. I do it all the time, you’ll love it. And since you paid extra, you get a solo run, all to yourself,” my son tells him. Steven then instructs, “Adam, do me a favor and stand behind her head and lift it up so she can watch.” My head is lifted up and I see David approaching, swimsuit already gone. His cock is hard and I would guess about 6 ½ or 7 inches long. He moves up between my legs and slides into my cum filled cunt. He moves around for a bit and then slides back out. When I feel his cock head pressed against my ass a guttural moan escapes my lips. He pushes gently but steadily and gets the head into my tight hole. All I can do is groan and moan. With several pushes and pulls he is finally balls deep into my ass. Then David gets into it. “You like cock in your ass don’t you bitch?” “Mmmm Hmmm,” is all I can answer. “Well I’m going to fuck your slut ass real good. Use your left hand and pinch your nipples,” he instructs me. I move my hand up and pinch and pull my nipples. “Now with your right hand, finger your cunt.” My hand moves down and I slide a finger in my pussy while David fucks my hot ass. “Work it around, get it good and wet. Now pull that finger out and suck your cream and these guy’s cum off your fingers.” I do as I am told and moan each time I bring my hand to my mouth. “Do you want to cum bitch,” David asks me. “Oh, yes sir, please let me cum,” I beg. “What are you?” he demandingly asks. “I am a cum slut whore, here to be used as you wish,” I reply. “Do you like what I am doing to you know,” he implores. “Oh fuck yes! I love you fucking my ass while you make me play with my nipples and finger my cum soaked cunt!” I nearly scream. “Good, I want you to cum when I start unloading in your ass, do you understand?” “Yes, sir. I will make myself cum when you cum in my ass,” I answer. It must have been too much for him. “Now you fucking slut, cum now while I fill your ass with my cum!” he yells at me. And I do, my fingers are working hard and fast on my pussy. My nipples hurt from me pulling and pinching them and when I feel him swell and shoot in my ass, I lose it. “I’m cumming for you sir. Fuck my slut ass with your hard cock. Oh, fuck I can feel you unloading in my ass and…” I continue not even knowing myself what I said or if anyone else could make it out. As my body starts to relax, I feel David pull out and his cum drip from my ass. I am left panting with my right hand still gently fingering my wet cunt. “Let’s take a short break and then we can get going again in a few,” Steven tells the group. I sit up and my son hands me a towel which I use to clean up quickly. Then he hands me another drink and lights me a cigarette. I sit up and see the guys hovering around the keg, getting themselves a refill. In contrast to when I first came out, now they were all standing around naked drinking beer, each still with a hard cock sticking out. I finish my cigarette and look at David. “I better get back to work, this may take awhile,” I giggle. Steven smiles and bends down and kisses my cheek, then calls the guys back over. I spend the next three hours getting fucked and sucking cock. By the end of the night I am covered with cum, and have it dripping out of my mouth, pussy and ass. At least twice, I was triple penetrated, not even knowing who was the ones that did it. Shortly after midnight, when no one could get it up again, they head out. I take a shower and find my son sitting on the couch watching a porn movie. I curl up next to him and cuddle against his arms. The movie is obviously one of those without much of a plot because all you can hear are a lot of grunts and groans. Steven lights a cigarette and then looks at me. “So, which one did you like the most?” he asks. I reach out to touch my son’s hard cock. “I think I like this one the most,” I say. As I work my mouth over my son’s cock, I finally hear a dialog from the movie. “You like cock in your ass don’t you bitch?” “Mmmm Hmmm,” is my answer. I guess now my son has more to blackmail me with. Author’s Note: Your votes and comments are appreciated. My mind is filled with story lines, but it is the votes and feedback that fuel my motivation to write for you. I have more plans for Beth and Steven as well as others, I just need to know that you want to read the continuing saga. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 03 Damn. It’s almost Noon. I can’t believe I slept this late. I guess fucking ten college guys dry will do that though. I wonder where Steven is. Maybe he went back to his place for the night. Oh well, I’m sure he will find me if he wants me. Sliding out from under the covers I make my way to my feet. I really expected to be a lot sorer than this. Especially my ass. After David gave me that first good ass reaming, it seemed like everyone wanted to do it. Guess all the practice with vibrators and dildos paid off. I throw a robe on and make my way to the kitchen. There I find a note from Steven. “Hope you slept well. I didn’t set your alarm when I put you to bed. You were great last night. The guys want to make it a regular thing but I’m not so sure I want to share you quite that much. Anyway, I left a copy of the video for you if you want to see how you looked. I put it in your stash spot in case you forget about it after you read this note. Just a reminder, I have a date tonight with Stacie. She said she wants to stay in so I will probably just bring her back to my place around seven or so. I’ll be out this afternoon with some of my friends. See Ya Later- Steven. P.S. I spent the $1100 you made on a gift for you. It’s in you stash spot too.” Such a sweet son. Not only does he blackmail me into being his subservient slut slave, but also he whores me out to fuck and suck 10 of his friends. Then to top it off, he takes the money I earned and bought me something. I better get a cup of coffee and get upstairs to see what he got me. And maybe take a look at that tape too. I set my cup down on the dresser and open my closet door. I move a few things out of the way and open my hiding spot. This is where I keep all my toys and other things that I don’t want my husband, Jack, to find. There on top is a gift-wrapped box. Below it is a tape marked, “Pool Party.” I pick up both and go into my sitting room. I slide the tape into the VCR and turn on the TV. The music comes on as the screen fades from black to show me strutting out to where Steven and his friends are sitting by the pool. It’s obvious that my son has taken the liberty of doing some of his own party planning and hid a video camera somewhere near the patio looking out to where the party was starting. I pulled at the silk bow on the gift-wrapped box and lift the lid. Inside is a dark blue velvet bag, like the kind that Crown Royal comes in but longer. I loosen the tie at the top and spread open the bag. I reach in and pull out the most beautiful crystal dildo I have ever seen. In fact I have actually never seen one, except for pictures on the Internet. I also knew that they were quite expensive, but I had earned $1100 the night before on my back and several times on my knees. I notice an engraving on the base. “To the best slut whore in the world. Use this when I can’t be around and you need to fuck one of your hot little holes.” It dawns on me that my son would have had to make this purchase in advance. In fact, much in advance to get the engraving done. That means he has known for a while that he was going to whore me out to his friends at the pool party. Such a sweet son. And speaking of the pool party, it looks like my son hid more than one camera, as there is now a different shot of me stripping for the guys. I watch the show admiring how well I looked and how well all the guys responded. Without thinking, I begin to stroke the crystal cock in my hand and begin to develop a nice, warm, wet feeling between my legs. I don’t make it to the end of the movie, but I am sure I will finish it later. I also broke in the new dildo, using it on my pussy while I watch the slut that I am on the screen sucking off her son in front of ten guys. I’m sitting around the house later that afternoon. When Steven comes in. I stand and walk to him and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much,” I tell my son. “For what?” he asks me. “For everything. For the gift, for the video, for whoring me out to your friends, for making me your slut slave, for everything,” I gush. “Is there anything I can do for you know?” I ask hopefully. “No, not right now. I gotta get ready for my date with Stacie. And as for those other things, some you deserve, some you earned, and some is so you will think of me when I’m not here,” Steven explains. “Well if your sweet girlfriend doesn’t give you what you need, you come find me. I’ll take care of you just the way you like.” “So you think Stacie is sweet. I kinda thought you didn’t like her,” Steve asks me. “Well to be honest, I got really jealous of her getting fucked by you too. But I guess if you can share me with your friends, I should be able to deal with you getting it from someone besides me. Anyway, she is really hot. Do you enjoy fucking her?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. “It’s different than when I am with you. With you, I just tell you what I want and you do it, no questions asked. And that is really fucking hot in my book. With Stacie, it is more of a compromise. She tells me what she wants and I tell her what I want and we try to meet in the middle. Pun intended,” my son laughs. “Well you get to enjoy the best of both worlds then. A hot young girlfriend and a hot older submissive slut slave at your beck and call. And you know I will do anything you want,” I tell my son, emphasizing the word, anything. “In fact, I will be on the computer tonight looking for hot chats, so if you want to or need to, come in and see me when you get done.” “Okay, we’ll see,” Steven says as he places a hand on my ass and squeezes, leaving me with another kiss on the cheek. Then he takes off back to his place to get ready for his date. Truth be known, I am jealous of Stacie. She is young and hot, with looks that cross between Britney Spears and Christina Applegate from her younger days on “Married with Children.” Besides, she has a better chance of keeping a hold of Steven than I do. And since my son didn’t want me to service him before he left, he has plans to build up a load to give to her and not me. Well maybe I’ll finish that movie and try out that crystal dildo again. It’s about six thirty when Steven and Stacie come walking into the house. I am watching some dribble on TV and sipping a double. Since Jack isn’t around this weekend I can allow myself a drink or two or three. I found out long ago that whenever I drink, I get very sexually aroused. And that wouldn’t do if my straight-laced husband were around. And of course there is the hope that after Stacie goes home, Steven may want to play for a while. “Hey, Mom. Is it okay if we watch a program in here? It’s on the dish and not cable so we can’t watch it at my place,” Steven explains. “Sure, help yourself. I’m just channel surfing,” I allow knowing I would let him do whatever he wanted right now or any other time for that matter. Steven takes the remote and punches in the information and gets some movie. Barely five minutes later, his cell phone rings. He stands and moves into the foyer and talks for a few moments before returning. “I need to go help Mark,” he tells us. “His car is broke down and he needs me to see if I can get it going or give him a ride. I’ll try not to be too long. Stacie you want to go or stay here?” “I’ll stay here. I’m sure your Mom can keep me company,” she says. “Okay. Great. I’ll be back when I can. Call me if you need anything,” Steven says as he turns to walk towards the front door. Stacie turns and looks at me as Steven walks away. “I hope you don’t mind me staying around. I’ve been stuck as a tag along for car repairs and it’s not something I really enjoy.” “No, not at all. We’ve never really had much of a chance to get to know each other,“ I offer trying to hide my jealous feelings. “That would be nice. I don’t have much in the way of female friends, and my Mom and I don’t really talk, so it’ll be nice to hang with you,” Stacie says. I finish off my drink while watching the program that Steven had selected. I decided to get another when Stacie spoke up. “Mrs. K, would you mind if I had a beer? My mom is so weird; she won’t let me drink at the house. “ “Sure, let me get one for you,” I respond and automatically secretly plot to get her drunk so Steven won’t get any from her tonight. I return to the family room with the beer and hand it to her as I explain, “I’m going to go sit out on the patio for a minute, I’ll be right back.” “Mind if I tag along?” Stacie asks. I do mind, but I can’t tell her why. I try not to let anyone know that I occasionally smoke, especially when I’m drinking. “It’s okay Mrs. K. I won’t tell anyone you are smoking if you’ll let me have one too. That’s another thing my Mom is weird about.” “Sure,” I stammer, “you can smoke if you want. I mean you’re over 18 now. But how did you know? I ask the young girl. “I’ve been sneaking myself for awhile. And there are two things I know. One, a person that hasn’t been smoking can smell it on you, and I can smell it on you from earlier I guess. And two, a cigarette is better with a drink. I sit at the table and light up, handing the pack to Stacie. I wonder if I have ever fooled anybody but myself. Here I was the more experienced person and this cute 18-year-old girl finds me out. I take a look at her as she pulls in a drag and blows the gray smoke out through her lips. I wish I had been that smart when I was 18. Of course, I didn’t care who I was fooling when I was 18. Life was a party and I made sure I was always invited. “Can I ask you a question Mrs. K?” “Sure.” “Don’t you get lonely with Mr. K being gone all the time. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry, but shit, I can’t imagine him staying away from you a minute more than he needed to,” Stacie compliments before taking a swig of her beer and another drag from her cigarette, “Well, to be honest, Mr. K has other priorities. Some men are like that. They would rather make money than fuck,” I explain, not realizing the effects the alcohol is having on my judgment. “And the money is really good.” “That’s too bad,” Stacie says, “I hope they aren’t all like that. I hope Steven isn’t like that. I like to fuck way too much to be put in that position. Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. K, I didn’t mean …” “It’s okay Stacie, I know what you mean. For one, I can almost guarantee you that Steven is not that way and two I do okay for myself even without my husband’s help,” I confide. “Hey Mrs. K, you wouldn’t get me another beer would you?” Stacie asks me. “Sure, I would love too. Be right back,” I smile and head in towards the bar. I shouldn’t admit to it, but with the alcohol effecting me the way you know it does, I was looking at Stacie in a different way now. Sure I was still jealous that my son was fucking another girl than me, but now I was starting to get jealous because my son was getting Stacie and I wasn’t. I still remember fondly my days back in college. I had straightened up my wild, slutty ways with the help of my sorority sisters. They taught me to be a proper lady, get good grades and to stay in excellent physical condition, not for outward appearances, but also so I would feel good about myself. I also learned other things there too. Since it was planned that you strung along suitors with “good girl” virtues, we seldom finished a date with more than a seriously soaked pair of panties. When I first joined the sorority as a pledge, I was required to do certain things for other girls to alleviate the frustrations of dating in such a manner. My first week found me tied to the floor and having girl after girl sit on my face and eat her until she came. Then there were the occasions where I would go down on a girl after her boy friend fucked her. I really enjoyed licking cum out of a sweet pussy. And then there were the times when there would be another new pledge and I would get to sit on her face and have her lick me until I got off. Yes, I was starting to look at Stacie different now. “Here you go Stacie,” I say handing the hot young blonde another beer. God she was cute. Long blonde hair, such a beautiful face with slightly pouty lips. Her tits were smaller than my 36Ds, maybe along the lines of a 34C, but still very, very nice under a pull over top that exposed a bit of her flat tummy when she would move certain ways. Her jean shorts looked to be painted on, flaring nicely over her hips and covering a most delicious looking ass. God she was fucking hot and I wanted her. “Mrs. K are you okay?” Stacie asks breaking my trance. “Oh. Yes. I’m sorry. I was just thinking about… I was just thinking,” I try to explain. “Oh. Okay,” she counters with an impish grin on her face. “So you think Steven isn’t more interested in money than in fucking?” “Definitely not,” I answer way to quickly. “You seem so sure. Has he talked to you about it, you know, about sex?” Stacie asks. I decide I better consider my answers more carefully and slowly. I certainly can’t blurt out that I am Steven’s slut slave to do with as he wishes. “Well we have a good relationship. We can talk about most things, but I can tell by what he does that he is more interested in sex, in fucking, than in making money. Lord knows his Father tried to change Steven’s ways but couldn’t.” “Must be nice. I can’t talk to my Mom about anything. Hell everything I know about sex I’ve basically learned from Steven. And I’ve learned a lot,” Stacie says with a cute giggle. “But lately, maybe the last month or so, Steven has seemed to change. Do you have any idea what might be going on.” Stacie is looking me directly in the eye while she sexily twirls a strand of hair with her finger. “No. I’m sure I have no idea,” I stammer. “You know this is real nice. Sometimes I wish I could sit with my Mom and talk like this. But of course we would never get past the part where she would be lecturing me about drinking beer or smoking. Do you mind if I have another?” Stacie asks holding up the pack. “Help yourself. You are free to do whatever you want here,” I comment hoping and not hoping she gets my double meaning. “That is so sweet of you,” Stacie says blowing the fresh smoke from her lips towards my face. “It still bugs me about Steven, how he has been acting lately. There are times when he doesn’t seem interested or his mind is somewhere else. And there are the times when we finish and he says he has to go, really weird.” I know why Steven gets up and leaves. He comes home and has his Mother suck his and Stacie’s cum off his cock while it is still fresh. And could he be thinking of me while fucking sweet young Stacie. I hope not. He should be giving this girl anything she wants. She could be a keeper. He cans always have slut sex with me, but you have to keep your girl happy. I should talk to him. “Mrs. K, are you sure you are alright? You look a little flushed. I hope I am not upsetting you talking about your son and me this way. Like I said, it’s just nice to be able to have someone to talk to about things.” “Yes, I’m okay. I’m just trying to think of what might be bothering Steven.” At least something other than the obvious. “Maybe it’s his school work.” “No I wouldn’t say something is bothering him. In fact, he seems happier than he ever has since I’ve known him. He’s just acting, well, different. That’s all,” Stacie counters. “Happy, huh?” I ask with a bit of pride. ‘Yeah, like a guy that gets to have his cake and eat it too. I was wondering, since we are getting along so well if I could confide something personal to you and ask your opinion,” Stacie asks suddenly shifting gears. “Sure, go ahead. I definitely know how to keep a secret,” I understate. “For some time now, I have been having a reoccurring fantasy. Actually in all honesty it has developed into some hot wet dreams for me. I have it and wake up rubbing my pussy to it. In my dream I am having sex,” Stacie pauses, “with a woman. Do all women have these thoughts or am I just weird?” “I don’t think your weird, but I don’t know if all women have those thoughts,” I offer feeling more flushed than earlier. “I just don’t know if I would really like to try it or not. I mean the idea of having another woman lick me is really hot, I just don’t know if I would want to reciprocate. I had this one dream last week where I was ordering this woman around and making her do things for me. I did things to her and she got off too, but not from me licking her,” Stacie explains almost in a whisper. “Oh, I see,” is all I can say. “I don’t know. Maybe I can find some bi-slut that would be into that sort of thing. I think it would be hot to have another woman that way. Hell, maybe I would even get Steven involved too,” Stacie absently comments while finishing her cigarette. “Beth, are you thinking again?” “Sorry, yes I was,” I respond. “I thought so,” Stacie says standing. The young girl moves behind my chair and bends to whisper in my ear, “I could tell you were thinking, cause your nipples are getting hard.” I look down and sure enough they are as hard as nails. Out of the corner of my eye I see a hand, Stacie’s hand as it moves from my shoulder down along the side of my breast. “Does it get you hot thinking about that?” she asks gently cupping my breast. “Umm, Hmm.” Her other hand mimics on the other tit and then both nipples are pinched between her fingers. “Do you want to take care of me, to lick my pussy?” Stacie asks continuing to pinch and pull on my nipples. “I would do whatever you wanted,” I admit. “And what about your son, Steven. Do you want to serve us together or separate the way you do now?” Stacie asks as I realize that she knows all about me being Steven’s slut slave. “I will do whatever the two of you want, together or separate,” I truthfully answer. “That’s a good little slut. Now take off your top so I can see your tits,” Stacie commands. I do as I am told. “Very nice, bitch. Steven has taught you well,” Stacie comments while running her hands over my body. “You look very nice. It’s no wonder Steven has been happy having you to abuse and use. Do you think you will enjoy serving both Steven and I?” Stacie asks. “I will be a willing slut slave for both of you. I will do as you instruct and do everything I can to please you. Abuse me and use me for your pleasure and I will be happy,” I reply honestly. “Good. Let’s go over to Steven’s place. He is waiting for us right now,” Stacie tells me. “All this other bullshit was just a game to see if I could hook you too. And you know, I think we will all be glad I did.” We climb the stairs to Steven’s apartment over the garage. Upon opening the door, I see Steven sitting on the couch drinking a beer. “Well that didn’t take too long,” he comments. He comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to Stacie and kisses her deeply. As the kiss breaks, my son turns back to me. “You might as well take your shorts off. I can guarantee you won’t need them for the rest of the night. Then you can undress me and Stacie.” I pull my shorts off which leaves me totally naked. I then turn my attention to Steven. I work the tight T-shirt over his chest and muscular arms. I then kneel down and untie and remove his shoes and socks. I stay on my knees and unfasten his belt and jeans, a task I had performed many times in the past. I help him off with his pants and notice that his 8” cock is starting to rise. I then turn my attention to Stacie. I know I want to enjoy this moment and take my time. I start by standing behind her and rubbing her back. After a few moments I let my hands trail up to her breasts and gently cup them in my hands. I run my hands down to her stomach and find the bottom edge of her top. I gently ease the material up, slowly, almost painfully, until they are just barely covering her firm young tits. Then I move around in front and put my hands back on her top. Again I start to raise the material and keep lifting until her breasts are fully exposed. I fight the urge to feel or lick her yet and continue to remove the garment. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 03 Once done, I begin to kiss her neck lightly, trailing my kisses down to her firm breasts. I let my tongue slide from my mouth and gently lick each nipple while holding each breast in my hands. I do this until the soft moans emit from young Stacie’s mouth. Then I trail my tongue and kisses down to her shorts. As with my son, I kneel before her undoing the top button. I slide the zipper down and with thumbs hooked on each side, I slowly push the shorts down, kissing my way along her taut stomach until I reach her adorable red lace panties. I push the shorts the rest of the way down and then remove the sandals she is wearing. I rub my hands back up along her legs, kissing her thighs as I go. When I reach her panties, I know what I want to do. I move in close and lick the elastic material with my tongue, then capture them with my teeth. I move my head down, pulling the panties with my mouth. Oh, how hot can this be? Here I am old enough to be this girls mother and I am undressing her, using my teeth to pull her panties down as my son watches. I can’t take it any more and reach up and pull the sweet lacy panties the rest of the way down. This time as I move up, I take a good look at my treasure. Her 18 year young pussy has been neatly trimmed, with just a small patch of blonde fur above her lips. I can already smell her tangy aroma and wish nothing more than to dive in for a taste. “Why don’t we move to the bedroom so we will be more comfortable,” my son suggests. Breathlessly Stacie replies, “Yes, that might be a good idea. I don’t know how much longer I can stand up.” Then Stacie reaches for my hand and we walk into the bedroom. I notice that my son is now sporting a fully erect cock. As we get to the bed, Stacie lays down on her back. I take her hands and place them behind her head. Then as before, I begin to kiss my way down starting with her tender neck. Her perfume smells so sweet assaulting my nostrils as my kisses make their way back to her tit flesh. My mouth and tongue go wild this time, sucking and licking and teasing her hard nipples. Only once her moans are at a fevered pitch do I begin to move my mouth lower on her body. My sorority sisters taught me this technique well and I fully intended to give Stacie the benefit of my education. I move myself into a position between Stacie’s outstretched legs. I move my hands around her body, stealing a pinch or a rub of the nipples topping her sweet tits. My mouth on the other hand, is kissing her inner thighs or running up and down the outside each of her pussy lips. The same ones that are starting to swell from excitement. The teasing and torment continues until her hips are bucking up to meet anything that will give her a sweet release. That’s when I attack, with tongue sliding up and down her slit. I do this several times before I slide my tongue into her hot cunt as far as it will go, tongue fucking her in and out. Then back out to lick her juicy slit. When she begins to buck again and can take no more, I launch my final attack. Starting ever so slowly, from almost at her cute little asshole, I begin to tongue up along her slit, not stopping until I reach her sensitive clit. I am rewarded by Stacie’s sudden intake of air and the insistent rising of her hips. My hands are still working over her nipples and tits. Again I strike, tongue quivering slowly over her clit. Her moans become pants and her pants become gasps. I lower my full mouth to her clit and suck slowly at first and then harder, working my tongue back and forth as fast as I can. Sweet Stacie is bouncing so hard I almost can’t keep her clit in my mouth. Then it happens. “That’s it bitch! Suck my clit, lick my cunt! Make me come you fucking slut! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” she screams. I don’t let up until her hands push my head away. I move up and gently lick her nipples again, still swollen and erect from the attention and the orgasm. “Fuck, that was hot!” my son exclaims behind us. “Damn Mom, you make me look like an amateur compared to the way you eat pussy.” I look over my shoulder and am happy to see that my son did not jerk off to the site, but let it build up. “Well I have had a lot of practice in my time. Plus I do enjoy my work.” “Well I think you better come over here and enjoy my hard cock for awhile,” Steven tells me. I move off the bed and crawl over to the chair that my son is sitting in. As to be expected there was a nice glistening coat of pre-cum on the head of his cock. I stick my tongue out and lick it off, much to his enjoyment. I lick up and down the shaft until it is good and wet. Then I take the head into my mouth and start to work it down. Up and down my mouth goes, each time taking a little bit more of my son’s 8” cock. With all the practice I’ve had sucking his cock, it takes almost no time before my nose is firmly planted in his curly hairs and I can feel his full balls under my chin. I let him slide almost all the way out and then work my way back down again. ”No wonder you like fucking your mom. Jesus, there is no way in the world I can ever suck your cock that good,” I hear Stacie comment. I slide back off Steven’s cock and stroke it slowly in my hand. “You like it in your pussy though don’t you?” I ask her. “Fuck, yes. I can’t get enough of it,” she replies. “Well son, you better give this cute young thing what she needs. You slide your big cock into her pussy and I’ll lick her tits. Together let’s see if we can make her cum again.” Steven climbs up between Stacie’s hot legs, her pussy still soaked from the licking I gave it. She is hot and ready and wanting cock in a bad way. “Come on Steven. Stick it in me. Damn I need to be fucked by your huge cock,” she urges. Steven needs no encouragement and slides all the way in on his first push. Stacie’s legs skyrocket into the air as my son pistons in and out of her sweet pussy. Me, I am content to lick her nipples some more and occasionally move up to her neck. Then I feel a hand on the back of my neck. My son is maneuvering me towards Stacie’s mouth. Once there I slide my tongue out over her young lips. Soon her lips part and I kiss her, just letting the tip of my tongue slide in. The kisses are hot and sweet. I can feel Steven pounding away at her cunt. Then Stacie wraps her arms around my head to hold me to the kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. Her moans start again and I reach down to rub her nipples. Her tongue darts out of her mouth into mine and I begin a slow sucking on it. From deep within, I can feel her moans through her lips and tongue. “Now Stacie. I’m cumming now!” Steven informs us. Her whimpers are high pitched as my son pumps his hot load up the girl’s sweet cunt. I break the kiss and leave the two gasping for air. As they break their embrace and my son’s cock slides out of Stacie’s hot hole, I move to it and lick it clean, savoring the flavor of their fucking. I continue to lick and suck until all that is left is my saliva on my son’s cock. Then I move to Stacie. “Would you like for me to clean you up too?” I ask hopefully. “Yes, you should do that,” she responds without opening her eyes. This time I am slow and careful. Careful not to touch her hyper sensitive clit and to make sure I get any of Steven’s cum that is dripping out of her. I feel two hands on my hips as my son lifts me to my knees. I feel as he moves in behind me and marvel at his recovery speed. He is fully hard again and pushing insistently at my asshole. I reach a hand back to spread my cheeks and allow him access while still licking his cum out of his girlfriend. Stacie opens her eyes to see Steven behind me, slowly sliding in and out. “Are you in her ass?” she asks. “Yeah. I’ve just about got it all the way in,” he tells her. I continue to lick Stacie’s cunt while my son humps my ass. I enjoy the feeling of being penetrated while also servicing. “Fuck her Steven. Fuck the slut’s hot ass. Fuck the bitch while she licks your cum out of my pussy,” Stacie encourages. Steven picks up the pace and I feel his hairy balls slap my smooth pussy with every stroke into my ass. “Mother fucker this is so fucking hot. Having your mom eat your cum out of me while you ass fuck her. You are such a little slut. A cum filled pussy licking, getting fucked in the ass slut. Now lick my slit bitch, make me cum again while your son fucks your slutty ass,” Stacie implores. I feel a touch to my pussy and soon realize it is Stacie’s foot rubbing my clit. I am on fire and need to cum. I lick her clit for all it is worth. Steven is pounding his hard cock up my ass full force. I start to moan as I lick Stacie and this begins to set her off. Her foot rubs faster across my pussy and she encourages Steven. “You got to do it now, Steven. Fill your Mom’s ass with your cum while she makes me cum with her mouth, do it now!” she screams. And do it he does. His cock swells in my ass and soon it is pulsing as shot after shot of his hot cum finds it’s way deep in my ass. That’s when I cum too. Stacie has pushed my head away and I rest it on her smooth stomach. I groan and moan as Stacie keeps up her rubbing with her foot. As I start to gasp, she knows I am too sensitive for any more. She lowers her foot and my son slides out of my ass with a squishy plop. We all basically fall on the bed, spent. It is several minutes before any of us can speak, let alone move. However, the first one to speak is Stacie. “So when does your Dad go out of town again, Steven? Author’s Note: Your votes and comments are appreciated. My mind is filled with story lines, but it is the votes and feedback that fuel my motivation to write for you. I have more plans for Beth and Steven as well as others, I just need to know that you want to read the continuing saga. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 04 Steven was in the middle of a business trip with his Father, Jack, which to this point resembled more of a weekend getaway. It started several days earlier when at his Dad’s office, he met Molly, the Operations Manager at J&E, the family business. Steven was immediately concerned about the leggy redheads intentions. And over the past three days he had become more and more confused. At first she acted like a total bitch. Then the next day she was hanging on him and taking him out to buy new clothes for the trip. And she seemed to know everything about Steven. Too much in fact for Steven’s liking. The biggest surprise was tonight at dinner. To Steven’s surprise, Molly and the blonde girl that he knew as the company chauffeur, Tamara had joined Steven and his Dad for dinner. It was during that dinner that Molly dropped her bombshell, or so Steven thought. In a straightforward manner, she had told Steven that she wanted him to work at the family business. She also told him by the end of the weekend, he would make up his mind and that Molly would abide by that decision. Molly also knew that Steven slut fucked his Mom, but that she would never use that information to harm Steven. “I’ll meet you back here in say, 30 minutes,” I tell Tamara. “I’ll be here. Anything special you would like to see me in?” she asks. “Surprise me,” I reply as the young girl turns and walks towards her room. So now here I sit, having been teamed up with Tamara to show me the town. I should have told her what I would have liked to see her in was a smile. Well maybe if I get lucky. I decide I better change and move to the closet wondering what to wear since I had never seen any or these clothes before. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I open the door and find another outfit hanging there, just like when I dressed for dinner. More of Molly’s doing I’m sure. I meet Tamara downstairs and marvel at her appearance. The elegant burgundy evening gown is gone and has been replaced with an electric royal blue mini dress. One that barely covers her thighs and barely covers her tits. Maybe I will get to see this girl in a smile after all. “Let’s go this way, “ Tamara leads off holding my hand. I pat my jacket pockets to make sure I remembered the contents of the package I was given before leaving the restaurant. Inside were $1000 cash and a cell phone, along with a note from Molly. “If you need anything or have any problem, any problem, push 1 and send on the cell phone and you will get me.” Tamara and I hit some of the most famous spots along Bourbon Street. Even though it was chilly, the night was still filled with carnival like sights and sounds. It seemed that every block contained a club with live music bellowing from within. Still others beckoned horny souls in with the likes of dancing girls, the barkers out front making pleas to pedestrians to stop in. It was about midnight and we were making our way back up the opposite side of the street. I enjoyed being with Tamara and quite honestly had forgotten most of my life to this point. I didn’t think of Stacie, my Mom, my Dad, Molly, J&E, or anything else. We came to an intersection and I started to walk across when Tamara pulled on my arm. “We need to go this way,” she tells me. “But we haven’t been down here yet,” I say. Tamara turns and walks up to me, her head bent up to look me in the eyes. “And I don’t want to go down there. I want to go down here,” she tells me with a squeeze of my crotch. It is difficult to hurry without looking like you are in a hurry. Nevertheless, I was focused and intent on following through on Tamara’s comment, and hopefully more. We get back to my room and she takes my jacket off for me and hangs it on the closet door. Then she guides me to a chair. She moves to an entertainment center and turns on some music. Moving back in front of me, she slowly strips for me and once naked gives me an exquisite lap dance that leaves me testing the thread strength in my pants. Once she finishes, she stands me up and removes the rest of my clothes. By now my cock is ready for action. Tamara moves us over to the bed and we climb in. I notice Tamara looking at the clock and wonder if she has some work related duty she needs to attend to in the morning. “Do you like to watch porn?” she asks me out of nowhere. “Well, yeah, I guess I do. Why?” I ask. “Porn gets me really hot. I mean I am really hot right now being with you, but I don’t know, to me it’s hot watching others fuck,” she explains. “I know exactly what you mean, it is fun to watch,” knowing how I felt watching first hand last week when I whored my Mom out to my friends. “I probably normally wouldn’t mention it, but they have some excellent porn channels piped into the suites here.” “Really? That seems rather odd,” I say thinking about how straightforward and business like my father is to allow something like that to go on. “Odd or not, it’s here. Wanna watch with me? Figure we can just kinda play with each other until we can’t take it anymore, then I will more than take care of you,” she promises me taking the remote into one hand and my hard cock in the other. She flips through some channels and then stops on one. “This is my favorite. If I’m not mistaken there is a really hot program coming on next,” she informs me still gently stroking my cock as I fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples slightly. The scene that is on at the moment has two women and one guy. One girl is on her back with her legs spread and the other girl is on her hands and knees licking her pussy. The guy moves behind the one kneeling and feeds his cock into her. It reminds me terribly of the exploits of my girlfriend and mother the past weekend and my cock gives an involuntary twitch. “You like that, huh? Two girls and one guy?” “It’s a lot of fun,” I tell her. “So, you’ve done that?” she asks. “Yeah. It’s better when the one girl is licking your cum out of the other girls pussy and then you move in behind her and ass fuck her while she does it,” I explain from the benefit of my experience. “That does sound hot,” she tells me as the screen finally fades to black. “I think this is the show you need to see here.” I almost jump out of my skin when the picture comes on. It’s Molly, the Operations Manager. “Hi, Steven,” the audio feed calls to me. “Don’t worry, I can’t see you, but I know you can see me. I have something I need to show you. It is part of what we talked about at the restaurant earlier. I have a feeling when we are done, you will have a better understanding of many things. And with that understanding, you will be able to make your decision.” The screen fades to black again and then comes back up in a few minutes. Tamara is still stroking my cock, which surprisingly stays hard. She has rested her head on my stomach and will occasionally slip her tongue out and lick the head. The screen lights up and it appears to be some sort of medieval dungeon with racks on the walls as well as stocks and other various forms of torture. I hear chains rattle in the background of the audio. It has a tinny echo since there is no music that normally is played while these types of movies play. A figure moves in front of the camera. As it moves away I recognize who it is. It’s Molly dressed in some sort of dominatrix outfit. She calls out. “Bring him in.” The chains rattle again and another figure moves in front of the camera. It’s another woman that I seem to know. Oh, yes. Charmane, the hostess from the restaurant. She is holding a lead and following her is a man on his hands and knees. He has a leather hood over his head and a leather pouch over his cock and balls. His arms and legs are secured to a St Andrew’s cross. Molly takes the riding crop in her hands and begins to manipulate the man’s groin area, still covered by the pouch. Charmane takes a small flogger from the wall and begins to whip the man’s hairless chest at the same time. Then Molly speaks again. “You worthless piece of crap. You better get that tiny dick of yours hard if you know what is good for you. I don’t have all night to try to teach you a lesson. What I ought to do is put you in a pretty pink dress and take you down to the gay bar and let them have their way with you,” Molly screams at him. The humiliation and mention of being used does the trick and the pouch fills out. “I also understand you failed to perform your earlier task in a satisfactory manner. You probably thought I wouldn’t find out. Well you are wrong, and you will be punished for it.” With that the two women release the mans ankles and turn him so his arms cross over his head. He is reattached to the cross facing away from the camera and the two women. Charmane moves off camera for a moment and then returns with two leather straps. She hands one to Molly and each takes a position on each side of the man. They begin to alternate spanking the man’s ass with the leather straps. Oddly enough, I hear no sounds from the man. The whipping continues for about five minutes and then Charmane lets a hand glide over the man’s bright red ass as Molly moves off screen. Charmane releases the man and leads him to a pair of stocks where his arms and head are secured. The camera moves in as Charmane unzips the front of the hood. “Out,” she orders and what looks like a four inch penis gag emerges from the mans mouth. No wonder he has been so quite. The camera moves back slightly as Charmane moves off screen. Replacing Charmane is Molly, now sporting a 10” strap on dildo. She moves in front of the restrained man and grabs two loops on each side of the hood. She brings the dildo to the mouth opening and pushes it in, forcing it into the man’s mouth. Molly fucks the man’s mouth for several minutes and the camera zooms out. Molly moves behind the man and grabs the dildo with one hand and spreads his ass cheeks with the other. The camera zooms in to capture the moment of penetration, opening the man’s anus as it slides in wet with his own spit. Molly works until she is able to get all of the dildo in and then starts pulling it out and pushing it back in, very slowly. “You like being ass fucked don’t you slave,” she asks. “Yes, Mistress Molly, I love it when you fuck my ass,” I hear the man say in a voice that is shaky but sounds familiar. “And you liked sucking my cock too didn’t you slave,” she says to the man while still fucking his ass with the fake cock. “Yes, Mistress Molly, I love it when you make me suck your cock,” he says as the camera angle shifts slightly. Molly picks up the pace on the man as Charmane returns to the screen. Charmane moves to the other side and reaches under the man and removes the pouch and begins to stroke him. “So tell me slave, whose cock do you want to serve? Whose cock do you want to suck? Whose cock do you want rammed up your ass, filling you with cum?” Molly demands, emphasizing each question with a full thrust up the man’s ass. “Tell me, or you will not be allowed to cum tonight. I will keep you tied up and abuse you if I have to, but you will tell me. Tell me now, slave. Whose cock do you want?” Molly demands while fucking his ass hard and fast. “I want my son Steven’s cock. I want to suck him and have him fuck me until he cums in my ass. I want to feel his hot cum on my face and in my mouth and down my throat. Please, please Mistress Molly,” he begs, “please let me cum. I can’t stand it. I am so ashamed of wanting my son but I can’t help it. He is strong and brave and not weak like me. I need him to fuck me and use me to give me strength. I need him to humiliate me, to spray his hot piss on me if he wants. Please, Mistress Molly, let me cum,” my Father begged of the woman. And cum he does. Charmane strokes Dad’s cock fast and he sprays a very large load all over the floor and into Charmane’s other hand. Molly continues to slowly fucking his ass as he sticks his tongue out from the mask and licks his cum from Charmane’s hand. Molly then pulls the dildo out of my Dad’s ass. She moves around in front of him and has him lick it clean and suck on it as Molly reaches under and rubs her clit to what appeared to be a very substantial orgasm. It is at that moment the screen goes blank and I am brought back to the here and now. Tamara is still stoking and licking my cock and as I touch her hair she moves her head up to my shoulder. “Did you know about this?” I ask. “There are only a handful of us at J&E that know about your Father’s after hours exploits. Molly, Tyler and me at the home office. Charmane here in New Orleans and a couple of others at other locations,” she explains. “And you are here because Molly told you to be?” I ask suddenly filled with anger for being set up. “No. Molly asked if I would help. She does not make me do anything. I am free to make my own decisions and nothing after hours reflects at work. She does not allow it too. I am here because I like what I see. I want to be here Steven. I know this is confusing to you, but I really do,” she tries to console me. I laugh slightly before speaking. “Actually I am less confused than I have been for the last several days. This is an interesting turn. So did watching that get you hot?” I ask. “See for yourself.” I do, running a hand down her stomach and finding a smoothly shaven pussy. One that is also very, very wet. I throw the covers back and move between her legs, lifting them to my shoulders. As my hard cock nears her pussy, she reaches down and guides it in. I enter slowly until my balls are resting on her ass and all 8” of my cock is deep in her cunt. We spend the next few hours fucking and sucking each other until we fall asleep. I wake up hearing a soft beeping noise. I also notice Tamara working on getting a hot load of cum for breakfast. She moves her mouth off my cock for a moment and tells me, “That’s the phone. It’ll be Molly. You should answer it. Don’t mind me,” she says and resumes sucking my cock. I pick up the phone, “Hello?” “Steven, it’s Molly, good morning,” she answers. “Good morning I reply,” still in a bit of wake up fog. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, after Tamara finishes draining your balls and you get cleaned up, could you stop over and see me in the restaurant. I’m sure there are a million things we need to discuss.” “Of course,” I answer. “Give me about…20 minutes,” I tell her. “Oh, take your time dear and enjoy yourself, I’m in no hurry at all,” she says before hanging up. I do enjoy myself, filling Tamara’s mouth with my hot cum before climbing out of the bed. I take a quick shower and throw some clothes on before heading to the restaurant. I see Molly sitting at a table, looking through a stack of invoices. She pushes them aside and stands as I approach. “Good morning again,” Molly greets me with a kiss. She motions towards a chair and we both sit. “I do trust you didn’t rush through your wake up call. I know how much Tamara likes to suck cock and I would hate to think my phone call cut that short,” Molly asks showing concern on her face. “There was a rush alright, but it started in my balls and ended up in Tamara’s mouth. Then it was just a matter of being able to stand up so I could change into something more appropriate,” I quip. “Do not even start to tease me, Steven,” Molly scolds. “It’s bad enough that Tamara got to have you first, now you want to make me think you might have come over here in something less appropriate,” she tells me with a smile on her lovely face. “Well I guess we should get down to it. I more or less assumed that after you saw the video show you might have some questions or concerns for me. I would be happy to tell you anything that you want to know,” Molly says. “So how long have you been dominating my Father?” seems like the best place for me to start. “I have been with J&E for almost 15 years now. I started part time in the office while finishing college. After graduation, your Father offered me a promotion to a low level executive position. This was not uncommon for him to do, as he believed in rewarding his employees. I was a good employee who graduated with a business degree so it was natural that he would want to put me in a position to develop my talents. I did develop those talents and made quick work of making more money for the company. Your father asked me into his office one day and we discussed my ability to, as you asked yesterday, read minds and control situations. “ “So he came on to you and now you blackmail him so he won’t get in trouble for sexual harassment,” I say attempting to finish the story. “No, not at all. In fact I had been observing Jack for some time. It’s what I do. He asked me if I could read his mind. I’ll be honest with you, I took a shot. Granted it was an educated guess, but I had no facts or even circumstantial evidence to prove what I thought was on his mind.” Molly tells me shaking her head like she can’t believe the story herself. “So what did you tell him.” “I told him that he was a man of great knowledge, wealth and power. I told him he had an insight into restaurant operations. I told him he was able to take an acute situation and deal with it effectively in a matter of minutes. I told him that he liked to be in charge at work. Then I stood and moved around his desk. I stood behind his chair and placed both of my hands on his shoulders. I then told him that there was another side of him. An unfulfilled void that ached at the bottom of his stomach. A place where he longed to be, but didn’t know how to get there. A place where he didn’t have to be in charge. A place where someone else told him what to do. A place where he would do those things and enjoy them. Then I sat down.” “I will assume from the events of the past 24 hours that you were right,” I comment. “Yes and no. I was right, as you have noted. But not right away. All Jack told me that day was that I was very good at my work and he gave me another promotion. In fact you know when I decided to make my move?” “When?” I play along. “It was several years ago at a party at your house. It was the first time that I met your Mother. I had to make a quick study of her and placed her into a frigid bitch category. I guess at this point I will have to admit to being wrong on that one. I had assumed that Jack couldn’t get what he needed from your Mother. It never occurred to me that they were both submissives married to each other. It’s no wonder they both thought they had terrible sex lives together. I began to notice Jack’s attention to detail and work ethic slipping as well. That’s when I made my move. The rest, as they say, is history.” “What about what I heard last night, what he said about me?” I asked. “That. Well Jack has always been bi-curious. He never would allow another man into our scenes though, so I just did what I could to help his fantasy along. One day we were in the office dungeon and I had him tied up and was teasing the shit out of him. I was asking him what his ideal Master would be. He made some vague comments at the time, but over a period of several weeks I started to put two and two together. Especially when he got so enraged that you didn’t want to work for the company. I think he figured that would be how you would learn about all this.” “So he set this whole thing up?” I asked a little nervous and a little astonished. “Hell no. He is still trying to get you in the company on normal pretenses. I on the other hand am good at my job and am paid well. I set out to find out if I could get you for him. I did some research, which is how I found out about you and your Mother. I decided to take another chance. I set this up. Jack doesn’t know you were watching last night. I told you it’s my job to get him what he wants. I may dominate him while we play, but he is still very much the boss at all other times.” Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 04 “I see,” I reply trying to sort through things. “So what happens next.” “That is basically up to you. How do you feel about this?” “It’s different than with my Mom. I basically blackmailed her into being my submissive slut slave. Of course now she loves it and is just happy to do whatever I want. How do you think it would be with my Dad?” I ask. “Well, it’s important to remember that he is still a very powerful and highly respected business man. I would imagine that if you were to get involved, it would be much on the same terms as it is for me now. Actually slightly different. My position is one of serving your Father in the manner he desires. Yes, I dominate him when we are playing, but at the same time, when we are done, he is the boss again. I work very hard to remain clear in my position. Most dominatrix’ would not allow their slaves to have a say, but in my situation, it is my job to get him off when we play. It’s more of a role play on my part,” she explains. “So how do you propose to get me involved without him getting mad at me and firing you?” I wonder. “That is a risk that the two of us will have to decide if we are willing to take. And for your part, you will have to put a fair amount of trust in my judgement. I can assure you that what you heard Jack scream last night was real. No, he doesn’t want you to dominate him all the time, but at the same time he does want you to do it.” “Let’s do it then,” I tell the lovely red head wondering when I will get my chance to give her some of my hard cock. Later that evening I meet up with Molly. My father thinks I am out with Tamara again, who is actually in another part of the executive house spending time with Charmane. Molly leads my Father in, again on his hands and knees with his head covered in a hood. She places him in the rack with his arms and head secured. “Jack, before we get started, I need to ask you something.” Molly tells my Dad while running her fingernails over his ass and balls. “If I could arrange it, and it would have to be with your approval, would you like for me to influence Steven to join the company. Do you want Steven to join the company and find out that you want him to use you for his fuck toy?” My Dad’s voice falters a little as Molly begins to stroke his hardening cock. “Yes, Molly, I think I would like that. Is it wrong for me to want my son that way? What do you think he will think of me?” “There is nothing at all wrong with that, and being as I make my living knowing people, I think he will be just fine with it. Now, shut your fucking mouth slave,” Molly tells him grabbing and squeezing his balls in her hand until he yelps in pain. “I have a new toy I am going to try on you. It is supposed to be more realistic. But you will have to earn it first. For the rest of the night, I want you to address me as Master Steven or Master. Do you understand, slave?” she instructs my Father. “Yes, Master Steven, I understand,” he dutifully replies and I notice my own cock getting harder. “First you are going to suck my cock for me. Open your slutty mouth so I can fuck your face with my cock,” Molly instructs. She moves me over in front of my Father and whispers for me to stick my cock in his mouth, but not to cum yet. I do and aim at the opening in the leather hood and ease my cock past my Father’s lips. His tongue immediately begins to swirl around the head and as my cock begins to involuntarily twitch, I wonder if there is any way he can tell it is not the real thing. Molly signals for me to start pushing in deeper and soon I am trying to wedge all of my cock into my Dad’s mouth. I’ll have to admit that his mouth feels good on my cock. I begin to thrust back and forth, keeping his mouth full but not forcing so much in as to gag him. Then Molly leans over my shoulder. “That’s it bitch. Suck my fucking cock. Suck your son’s cock into your slave mouth,” she orders. It’s strange but I have to resist the urge to just fuck his mouth and shoot my load down his throat. After fifteen minutes, Molly taps me on the shoulder and pulls me out of his mouth. She stands me to the side and hands me a leather strap. “Now it’s time to get your bitch ass ready to fuck, slave. Plus you need to be punished for being so rough on Master Steven. He has been good to you, and he will be good to you, but only if you earn it. Are you ready to earn it, slave?” she asks. “Yes, Master Steven, I want you to be good to me. Please punish me so I will be ready to be good for you,” my Dad whimpers. Molly, leans over and whispers in my ear, “ He likes a good hard whipping. You can be as rough or as gentle as you want.” I pull my arm back and land the leather strap across his ass. I get an immense rush as his body jumps and he screams out loud. I wait a few seconds and then strap his ass again, and again his body jumps and he screams. I pick up the pace for a few moments and then stop. Molly tells me to follow her lead. “Whose cock do you want fucking your slave ass?” she demands to know as I bring the strap down hard. “Master Steven’s,” my slave Father yells out. “And where do you want Master Steven to cum?” again punctuated by the strap. “I need Master Steven’s hot cum in my ass and my mouth,” he replies with tears running down his face. Molly takes the strap and I take a position behind my father. In a surprise to me, she moves over and takes my cock in her mouth to get me slick with her spit. Then with my cock in her hand, she guides me forward. Just like in the video, she spreads his ass with one hand and guides my cock in with the other. I ease forward pushing just the head in. Then Molly leans up and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I slide in slow. Dad’s slave ass is tight but I have no trouble easing my cock in. I slide in balls deep and then pull back out. I set a slow and steady rhythm, intent on making it last for him and me. Over and over I slowly pull out and slowly push back in. After several minutes of feeling my Dad’s tight ass around my cock, I take the opportunity to pound it into him. I pull out slow again, but instead of easing it back in, I slam my cock hard up his slave butt. I look at Molly and she is smiling and fingering her pussy. She tells me to make him beg for my cum and I nod. “You like me fucking your slave ass don’t you Dad,” I ask. “Oh, God, yes, Master Steven. Fuck my slave ass. Make me your slave. Use my ass for your pleasure,” he cries out. I pump his ass hard and fast. Molly moves underneath him and places his hard cock in her mouth. She holds still and lets my pounding move his cock in and out of her mouth. “You want me to cum in your slave ass, don’t you Dad? You need to feel my hot cum pouring inside of you. Once I cum in your ass, you will belong to me and Mistress Molly, understand slave?” I ask. “Yes, Master Steven. My ass, my whole body will belong to you and Mistress Molly. Use me as you will,” he begs. “Are you ready for your son to cum up your ass slave?” “Oh, yes. I’ve waited for so long, fuck my ass son, give me your hot cum, make me your slave.” In one final push I make my Father my slave. Molly’s hand finds my balls and milks me into my Father’s ass. Her mouth is still sucking and I hear her gulp and imagine that my Father is filling her my mouth while I fill his ass. I keep pumping until I can feel no more cum shooting from my hard cock. I move back and let my cock slide out of my Dad’s ass with a plop. It amuses me to see my cum dripping out of his ass and down to his hairless balls. Remembering the scene from the night before, I move in front of my Father. I untie the hood so I can see his face. I hold my cock in my hand and aim it at his mouth. “Time to clean up, slave,” I instruct as my Father opens his mouth to accept the cock that just fucked his ass so well. Molly has moved out from under him and is now standing next to me. She rubs a hand across one of my nipples and takes my free hand to do the same to her. I turn my head and she parts her lips to kiss me, allowing me to taste my Father’s cum in her mouth. I continue to pump my cock in and out of my Dad’s mouth, feeling his tongue twirl around the head each time I pull back. The attention he is giving my cock plus that of Molly makes my cock begin to harden again. Molly guides my hands to the sides of Dad’s head. I grab two handfuls of hair and start to fuck his mouth with my cock. I fuck his face hard, stimulated by Molly’s kisses and her hands running over my chest. I a matter of minutes I am ready to cum again. “Here you go Dad. Your first mouth load of your son’s cum. Learn to like it, cause you’ll be getting a lot more of it,” I tell him. The first shot goes straight to the back of his throat, the second filling his mouth and then I pull out and jerk the rest onto his face. I slip out afterwards and head back to my room, not wanting to make the first time awkward, remembering what Molly said about when it is over he is still the boss. I fall into a deep sleep and sometime the next morning I am awakened, as I was the day before, with a mouth on my cock. The talented mouth quickly gets me off and I pull the covers back expecting to see Tamara’s blonde hair. To my surprise what I see is a head covered in a gorgeous shade of red hair. Molly lifts off my cock and lights two cigarettes, handing one to me. “Sorry, I just had to have some of that for myself. I hope you don’t mind” “Not at all. There is plenty to go around,” I tell her. “So what happens next?” “Do you think your sister is submissive or dominant?” she wonders out loud. “I don’t know. Maybe we need to find out. After all, it is a family business” Author’s Note: Your votes and comments are appreciated. My mind is filled with story lines, but it is the votes and feedback that fuel my motivation to write for you. I have more plans for Beth and Steven as well as others, I just need to know that you want to read the continuing saga. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 05 Disclaimer: The author in no way supports or condones any act that is illegal, immoral, or fattening. This and all stories produced by the author are works of fiction. Any similarities between characters in these stories and any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and a product of your imagination, not the authors. It had been several months since I spent any time with my sister, Veronica, or Nikki as we called her. She was not even a year older than me, but due to school rules, she started school first and I had to wait a year. That has made her first at everything. Well, almost everything. Lately I have been having my fair share of firsts around the house while she has been away at college. She is in the middle of her second year and I in my first. She decided to go away to the State University and I wanted to go to the local community college for a couple of years. It was strange growing up around Nikki. You would think that since our ages were so close together we would be fairly close. Sometimes just the opposite is true. We could go weeks without ever speaking a word to each other. That did start to change by the time I entered high school. Nikki would at least acknowledge my presence. And by the time she took off for her first year in college, it looked like we were actually at the point of getting along. I remember Nikki dating a few guys in high school, but nothing really serious. She had girl friends and they did all the normal things, hanging out at the mall and talking on the phone all the time. I remember one of her friends, Jessica. She was really cute with her blonde hair and athletic body. I came on to her one night while Nikki was having a slumber party before leaving for college and we got along very nicely. I also noticed the next day Nikki looking at me a little differently. I don’t know what Jessica told her, but Nikki wasn’t mad or anything, just acted different. So now here I am in the house pacing back and forth. I know I have to get hold of my nerves if I am to pull this off. Molly, the Operations Manager at J&E, the family business and my personal mentor, came up with some really good information on Nikki and her activities while so far away from home. Molly decided I should be the one to make the initial contact and see where it would lead. We figured the worst that could happen is my sister would slap me up side the face, and she had done that plenty of times in the past for various reasons, just none like this one. I hear the alarm system beep and that lets me know that someone has just turned into the driveway. It almost has to be Nikki. I sent Mom off to see her sister with me wondering if she would tell Aunt Vicky about our arrangement. Dad was off on a business trip, I think to Tampa. I would have to ask Molly if Dad has anyone there to play with or if he will have to do without for the weekend. As for my friends, they know better than to come over unannounced. That would leave Nikki or maybe the mailman. When the front door opens I know it’s not the mailman. My sister walks in looking prettier than I remembered. Her brown hair flows over her shoulders framing her cute face. She is wearing a pair of white running shorts and a purple tube top. I look my sister up and down as I stand to greet her. “Hey, Sis. How was the ride?” I ask as I move to give her a warm hug. Nikki returns the hug lingering for a moment and then breaks away. “Not too bad. Weather was nice and I didn’t see a single cop on the road.” “Come on in, let me get you something cold to drink, a diet cola, if I remember?” I ask leading my sister to the patio. “If you got any lite beer that would be great. I probably should have put the top up on the car, but it was too nice out. So I’m a bit on the parched side,” she tells me. “Where’s Mom and Dad?” “Both out of town. I think Dad is in Tampa and Mom is visiting Aunt Vicky. How long you planning on staying, “ I ask probing for a bit of the information Molly gave me. “I need to leave Saturday morning. I have a part time job and it’s been really busy. I just feel guilty about not being there to help on Friday so I want to get back for Saturday,” she tells me. I bet you do. We’ll see about that. “So how are your classes going,” I ask, again already knowing the answer. Molly is right, this is fun. “You know how it is, some are better than others. I still manage to stay on the Dean’s List,” Nikki says with a bit of arrogance as she finishes her beer. “So tell me, little brother. What is so important that you make me drive all the way home? You know we could’ve talked on the phone just as easy. Besides, Mom and Dad aren’t even here. What gives?” I reach back and get her another cold one before talking. “You remember how mad Dad got when I told him I wanted to be a fire fighter and not work for him?” I ask while Nikki nods her head. “Well I guess I’ve had a change of heart. I’ve decided that I am going to work with Dad at J&E and I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be mad about it. I guess I figured that you would be the logical choice to keep the family business going, not me. So what do you think?” “I think that’s great. To be honest, working in the restaurant business is the last thing I would really want to do. I think I could find something a little more interesting, more stimulating,” my sister tells me. “Are you planning on finishing college?” “I think so, I don’t really know. If I do I will have to switch majors. I don’t really want to go away to college, you know what a homeboy I am. I reach into the patio bar refrigerator and pull out two more beers. Then I decide to light up a cigarette, setting the pack on the glass tabletop. “So when did you start smoking?” Nikki asks me. “Off and on for a few years now,” I reply casually. Nikki picks up the pack, “Mind if I have one?” “Help yourself,” I tell her. “You know I’m not so sure you’re really my sister. My sister was always a goody two shoes. Never drink, never smoke, didn’t get into trouble. You get straight A’s in high school and then end up going to State. Hell Dad could pay to send you to the best schools in the country. Who are you, and what have you done to my sister?” I ask with a grin on my face. “Well maybe I grew up a little while I was away. But going to State, that was so I could be with my friends,” Sis tells me blowing the smoke out through her lips. “How is Jessica? I haven’t thought of her in a long time,” I lie. “Jessica is good. She still talks about you sometimes too. Is what she tells me true?” Nikki asks. “Is what true?” “Do you have a big cock?” she asks giggling at the surprised look on my face. “Jessica told me about that night at my slumber party. I always wanted to see for myself but never got up the nerve.” “I’m sure Jessica was just exaggerating like people do, to make you jealous or something,” I counter having been caught a bit off guard. “I don’t think so. In fact we were just talking the other day after…” she stumbles, “after class, and she mentioned it again. Said she hasn’t had one like that since.” Nikki stares down at the table, or is she staring at my crotch, then takes another drink of her beer and picks up the cigarettes again flipping through the pack. Now at this point, I should tell you that Molly, my mentor, is very good at getting information on people. I already knew that my sister hung out a lot with Jessica. They even worked at the same place and I think that is where Nikki stumbled. “What’s this?” Nikki asks me as she pulls a hand rolled smoke out of the pack. “Just something I do sometimes to relax. It’s no big deal,” I assure her knowing the plan is working way to well. Molly told me that sometimes it could be very easy to make the play work out. “I agree. It’s just I didn’t think you would smoke pot,” she comments bringing the joint to her nose for a sniff. I laugh at her, “Hey hot stuff. Remember that I’m supposed to be the wild child. You’re Miss Can’t Do No Wrong.” “Well I did say I’ve done some growing up while I was gone. Do you mind?” she asks holding the joint and the lighter. “Hell, no. Fire that baby up,” I tell her grabbing two more beers. “So tell me about this part time job of yours, what do you do?” “You know, it’s mostly the same stuff every day, but I do enjoy my work,” my sister tells me clearly not ready to tell me the whole truth. “Yeah, but what do you do? Do you work in a store, an office, what?” I ask between hits. “I guess you would call it a service industry job,” Nikki tells me trying to hedge around the truth. “So you’re a fucking maid or something, come on now.” “Well maybe more of an entertainment industry, I’m not really sure where it would be categorized,” my sister slurs as the beer and pot take an effect. “Oh, I get it. You’re a ticket girl at the movie theater!” I mock at her. “Yep. That’s me. The little ticket bitch. Hey this is good shit,” Nikki comments taking the last toke, “Got any more?” “I guess I don’t mind sharing with you,” I say offering her another. “You know I just can’t imagine you selling tickets at the movie theater. I know what you’re doing. You’re at one of those clubs dancing around in a g-string and pasties,” I kid with a laugh all the time knowing it’s partially true. “No, it’s not like that at all,” my sister answers with a straight face, “we dance totally nude where I work. Got her. She looks at me and realizes what she just said. The alcohol and pot have done their job well, now to make her less defensive. “Yeah, sure. Just as long as you enjoy your job, that’s all that matters,” I tell her in a manner that would make her think I thought she is just kidding back. “So you got a girlfriend or do you just sit at home and jerk off a lot?” “Yeah I got a girlfriend and between her and others, I don’t have much of a need to jerk off anymore,” I answer truthfully. “What do you mean others?” “Well I fuck Stacie, sure, but there are several others that I spend time with as well.” “Keeping your options open, huh?” she teases. “No, I just like fucking. Besides, Stacie knows about it for the most part.” “For the most part?” my sister asks curiously. “She knows she’s not the only, she just doesn’t know everyone that I am fucking around with,” I tell my sister. Stacie knew about my Mom and me and had played with us several times. She didn’t know about Dad, Molly, Tamara, or Tyler at the J&E offices. “Hey Nikki, you better be careful. You’re going to ruin that top of yours with those hard nipples,” I comment. “That’s okay. As wet as I am getting, I’m ruining my panties too,” she casually replies. “Now I want to know, I have to know.” “Know what?” I ask not following the conversation shift. “About your cock, silly. Is it as big as Jessica said? Have you ever had a girl get the whole thing in her mouth?” my sister asks. “I have only had one person that could get it all in down to my balls. Others have tried, but never can take it all,” I confess. “So let’s see it then. Show me so I will know for myself,” my sister implores. “Tell you what, you show me your tits and I’ll show you my cock,” I negotiate. “No let me tell you what, you show me your cock, and I’ll show you everything I got.” Checkmate. Can’t argue with logic like that, even if there is a chance she is just setting me up. I slide the chair back and stand. I’m not in any way a talented male stripper, but I do know that the suspense is an important part of it. I take my time, unbuttoning the front of my shorts. Then I run a hand inside and grab my cock, which is already starting to stir, and position it in my underwear. I go back to my shorts and thumb the waistband, slowly sliding them down over my legs. At this point Nikki can see the full outline of my cock through my briefs. I look at my sister and notice her nipples are very hard now and she is squirming slightly in her chair. “You ready,” I tease letting my hand run over my cock. “Umm hmm,” is all she can manage while biting her lower lip. I grab my underwear and slide them down. My cock released from its confines, droops slightly into her sight. “Oh that’s very nice Steven,” Nikki complements. “I can’t wait to see it fully hard.” “Then why don’t you give it a reason to get hard. It’s your turn now,” I say sitting back down pulling my shoes off and my shorts from around my ankles. “You got it baby brother,” she tells me standing quickly. It is a short strip for her. The tube top is pulled over her head giving me an instant view of her tits. I casually stroke my cock thinking of all the times I jerked off thinking about my sister’s tits. She pushes her running shorts down without much ado. Her hands return to her skimpy french cut panties, lacy and white. She runs a hand over the crotch as she spreads her legs slightly. “See I told you I was getting wet. And looking at your cock get hard, I’m getting even wetter. Wanta see?” she teases me. It’s my turn for a loss at words as all I can manage is a “Yeah,” as I keep stroking my cock. But instead of pulling her panties down, Nikki surprises me by taking both sides of the thin material in her hands and ripping the panties from her tanned body. Her eyes are glued to my hand stroking my hard cock. I watch as she moves one hand up to a nipple to tease it slightly and then moves her other hand down between her legs. My sister’s hand moves down through a small patch of fur that appears to have been shaven in the shape of a heart. I watch as Nikki slides her middle finger into her pussy where she works it in and out for a moment. She removes the hand from her pussy and moves over to where I am sitting. Holding the wet finger up to my face she says, “See, I’m getting really wet for you.” I take hold of her wrist and bring her finger to my mouth, letting it slide between my lips as I lick my sister’s pussy juice from it. I release my cock from my other hand and move it up to tweak the nearest nipple I can find. Soft moans escape Nikki’s sweet lips. I pull her hand from my mouth and move it back to her pussy, making her play with herself some more. “Oh, Steven if you keep making me do this I won’t be able to stand much more, I’ll collapse right here,” my sister breathlessly tells me. “That’s the idea, then I can see how much of my cock you can get into your mouth,” I tell her. Her eyes open wide for a moment and I fear that the moment is lost. My sweet, hot, sexy, sister looks me in the eyes before replying. “I don’t know how much I can take, but I sure will try. You have no idea how many nights I have fingered myself while thinking about you,” she tells me before easing to her knees. She takes my hard cock in her hand and looks at it closely, as if wanting to remember exactly how it looks. Then she bends forward and places a kiss on the head, parting her lips to taste a drop of pre-cum that has emerged. Her tongue moves slowly up and down, bathing my cock in her saliva. With her head positioned, she opens her mouth and moves down over my cock. Her mouth sucks and her tongue twirls around the sensitive head. Then she pushes more in before settling on an in and out motion. She can’t take it all and what’s not in her mouth is covered by her soft hand, jerking me to the same speed as her mouth. I enjoy looking down at my sister sucking my cock. But as much as I would like to unload in her mouth, I have fantasies of my own to fulfill. I place my hand under her chin and lift her mouth off my cock. She looks at me surprised and confused. I stand and taker her hand and lead her to one of the lounge chairs. I have her sit on the edge and then move over her supple body. Once I have her in position, I begin. I start by teasing her hard nipples with my tongue. My mouth covers her tits with soft kisses before I return to suck her nipples into my mouth, occasionally nipping them slightly with my teeth. When I feel her hands on my head, I know she is ready for more. I kiss my way down her smooth tanned stomach. I stop to tongue her belly button and my sister lets out a low moan. I continue my way down until I am face to face with her pussy. I run my hands around Nikki’s thighs, soft touches to set her skin on fire. My mouth places sweet kisses along her inner thighs and down to her ankles. I notice a set of perfectly pedicure nails on her feet and can’t resist the temptation. I place one of her toes in my mouth and gently suck on it. I suck each toe and then return up the other leg until I am again face to face with her heart shaped pubic hair. “Do you like my heart?” she asks. “Jessica does that for me and I do her. Hers, I mean,” Nikki tries to cover. “Well lets see if I can do something else as good as Jessica,” I tell my sister as I let my tongue slide across her puffy cunt lips. I tongue her slit from bottom to top, careful not to touch her clit. I run my tongue along the outside and start kissing her thighs and the portions of her ass that I can get too. Nikki’s hips buck wildly, trying desperately to gain the attention where she needs it. I give her a moment’s attention when I slide my tongue into her wet hole. I tongue fuck her pussy for a few moments and then return to kissing her thighs. My hands move up and find her hard nipples and stroke and caress them. My sister is pawing at my head, trying to get my mouth back to where she needs it. I again slide my tongue along her slit, this time allowing myself to run over her engorged clit. Nikki’s hips lift straight off the lounge chair as she tries to fuck herself with my mouth. I slide my tongue into her hole again and enjoy the tension I am causing my sister. I move my tongue to the bottom of her cunt. Very, very slowly I move up. After my tongue comes in contact with her clit, I wrap my lips around it and suck. My fingers are now pinching and pulling on my sister’s nipples. My tongue flicks as fast as I can over the hard nub I am sucking into my mouth. Nikki’s hips buck uncontrollable and for a moment I fear I will lose my position. I run one hand down and stroke the bottom of her ass cheeks as I continue to torture her clit with my mouth and tongue. My sister gets very quiet and I am afraid that I have lost the edge. My sister pushes her hips up to my face. The low moans of pleasure have been replaced with wide mouth moans. And then it happens. “Oh, fuck. Steven. Oh fuck you’re making me cum. Oh son of a bitch my little brother is going to make me cum with his mouth on my fucking pussy. Yes, Steven. Yes, you are much better than Jessica. Oh, God I love it when she eats me, but, fuck, oh God, Steven, Steven…”she screams at me. As she calms down I return my tongue to lick at her tangy juices, enjoying the aroma and flavor of her cum. My hands are no longer pinching and pulling on her nipples, but return to gentle caresses. The hands my sister was using to hold my head to her sweet pussy are now stroking the top of my head. She lifts up on her elbows and questions me. “How in the hell did you ever learn to eat pussy like that? And how come you took so long to let me know you were this good at it?” “You have to understand that I have been practicing this moment in my mind for a long time. And practice does make perfect,” I reply smiling at my sister. “What else have you been practicing in that naughtily little mind of yours, brother?” she wants to know. “Nikki I have eaten and fucked you a thousand times in my dreams. I have probably killed a hundred trees just wiping up the cum from jerking off thinking of you,” I tell her honestly. “Well you need to climb up here and put that hot load of cum somewhere that it won’t go to waste then,” my sister tells me in a very sultry voice. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 05 Sis moves back on the lounge chair and spreads her legs wide for me, hooking her feet on the sides so her knees are bent up. I move up between her legs and it feels like the first time all over again. I have waited and prayed for this moment for so long. I almost lose it and close my eyes. Sensing my predicament, my sister places her hands along the sides of my face and pulls me down to her. She kisses me on the lips, and I offer no resistance as her tongue parts my lips and slides in my mouth. As I move to gain a better position, my sweet sister takes the advantage. With her tongue still in my mouth, she takes her hand and places it firmly on my cock, pulling me into her. I can actually feel the heat from her pussy as I near her slick opening and Nikki moves the head of my cock up and down over her cunt lips. “Go slow, honey,” she tells me. “I’ve never had one this big before.” I don’t know if it was reverse psychology but at that given moment, the last thing I wanted to do was fuck my sister slow and easy. I push in and notice that she is indeed very tight around my cock. The lubrication from my licking and her orgasm help me slide in deeper with each thrust. As my cock reaches as far as it can into my sister’s pussy, her legs shoot straight into the air and I feel her cunt muscles quiver in orgasm around my cock. I hold still waiting for a moment and then pull out slightly and then push in deep again, and again, she quivers around my 8” cock. “Oh Steven I need you to cum for me big brother. Fuck me hard and fast and fill my pussy with your hot cum. I have dreamed about this too and I need it so bad. Cum for me. Cum in your hot sister’s pussy!” Nikki cries out. It doesn’t take much, three or four hard, fast strokes and I blast into my sister. After the first two or three shots I begin to fuck her again making sure the rest of my load finds it’s mark. As I slow down I place my cock deep into my sister’s cunt again and get the reward of feeling her cum around my cock again. When she stops shaking, I prop myself up and ease out of her, dragging strings of cum from within her. As I stand I am astonished to see my sister sit up and take my cock into her mouth. Even growing soft it is still too much and she licks me from my balls to the head until I am completely clean, just like our Mother does when I fuck her. “I guess it’s a good thing Mom and Dad aren’t home to see this,” Nikki comments. “Why?” I wonder. “Oh like I’m sure they would be just so calm and cool about you fucking your sister on the patio, she explains. “I don’t think they would mind at all. As long as I keep fucking them too,” I tell her. My sister laughs at that. “Yeah, right. My little brother is fucking Mommy and Daddy,” she quips looking at me. I don’t move holding my gaze into her soft green eyes. “Oh my God! You’re serious. You fucked our parents? When? How? You’ve got to tell me all about it,” my sister implores. I sit back into my chair and light a cigarette. I take a drag and blow out the smoke as I look at my astonished, freshly fucked sister. “There has been a lot going on around here while you have been gone. Molly and I have plans for expanding the family business. Now I know that you can be a part of it too. I would be happy to tell you all about me fucking Mom and Dad and my business ideas,” I tell Nikki taking another drag. “But there are two conditions,” I tell her. “Anything. This is so hot and kinky,” my sister tells me as I notice my cum starting to slip from between her legs. “One. I’ll tell you all about it as long as when you don’t have a question you are sucking my cock,” I inform her. “And two?” she wants to know. “And two. Don’t have too many questions.” Author’s Note: Your votes and comments are appreciated. My mind is filled with story lines, but it is the votes and feedback that fuel my motivation to write for you. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 06 By the time I finished telling Nikki, my sister, about me making our Mom my slut slave and all the other things and people I had been doing, she had a mouth and face full of my cum. "So where do you go from here, you're starting to run out of family to fuck," my sister comments while wiping a string of my cum from her chin and licking it off her finger. "Well there is Aunt Vicky, she's pretty hot," I tell her with a laugh as I pull my clothes back on. "Seriously, Molly and I have some ideas. We think that there is serious money to be made, but we need to do some more research," I finish explaining about a possible business idea that I had told her about while she sucked my cock. "Well let me know if I can help." "Help with what?" "Oh, anything you need help with, my big little brother," my sister tells me with a wink of her eye. My sister and I fucked several times that night and the next day. In fact, she insisted that I fuck her right before driving home so she would know the wetness between her legs would be my cum leaking out. Man was she ever hot. Mom got home Saturday evening and I picked her up at the airport. "How was your flight?" I ask. "Boring. How is your sister doing?" "She was great," I say with a smile caused by the double meaning. "I just don't understand why she would come home when we weren't going to be there. I probably should have cancelled out on Vicky, but with all her problems she needed a friend." "I take it she didn't try your advice then and be Uncle Bill's sex slave?" "I don't know what she tried, but apparently nothing worked. Bill filed for divorce last week. In all honesty I think the problem is the fact that Vicky can't have kids," Mom reasons. "Yeah, she probably needs a kid like me, I'd give her a run for her money," I quip. "Oh, so you think your Aunt is pretty hot, huh? Well I know for a fact that she was as much of a wild child growing up as I was. It wouldn't surprise me if she gave you a run for your money," Mom counters. "So you think she would be a good sex slave to her son if she had one? Would she suck his cock while he drove her home from the airport?" I question and demand at the same time. "She might," Mom says as she pulls my cock from my pants and lowers her mouth. I hold off, making Mom work for it and blow my load in her slutty mouth as we pull into the driveway. I take her bag inside and fix Mom a Southern Comfort and Coke and grab me a beer, before sitting out on the patio where just the day before I had fucked my sister and had her suck me off while telling her some of my many secrets. "You know it's a shame you missed seeing Nikki, Mom. I think we should drive down next weekend for a visit." "We can if you want. I'll give her a call and let her know our plans." "No. Don't do that. I kinda think she would like the surprise. I'll get one of the secretaries at the office to make the arrangements. It's not that long of a drive and I'm sure I'll find someway to stay entertained." "Let me guess, sucking your cock for five hours?" "No, I was thinking more along the lines of having you flash your tits at truckers as we drive by. Or maybe having you play with your pussy while they watched. Better yet, you should bring one of your big dildos and they can watch you fucking yourself with it. Then you can suck me off," I tell her. "Oh, my," is my slut slave Mother's quiet response. "When can we leave?" We don't leave until the following Friday morning. The five hours went quick and I still think I can hear the horns of those big rigs as they enjoyed the show Mom gave them. We pulled up to the hotel and after our bags were collected we checked in. "So you know where Nikki will be tonight?" Mom asks. "Yeah, she told me last week. It's just a little ways from here and we can check on her later. Let's get something to eat." What my Mom didn't know was most of the evening would be a set up. And with her letting me call the shots, it would work out great. After dinner, the valet brought my Tahoe around and we climbed in. "What's the name of the place?" Mom wants to know. Committed to memory I lie, "I think its University Business Supply, or something like that. I know right where it is though." We drive a short distance and pull up to the store. Walking inside, we ask for Nikki. "I'm sorry, she called in sick. Is there something I can help you with?" the clerk asks. "No, but thank you anyway," I tell her. "Mom, I better call her and see how she is. I'm not going to let her know we are in town so she won't feel obligated to see us or anything." "That would probably be best," Mom agrees. I punch numbers into my cell phone and wait for an answer. "Hey, Sis, what's up?" I say into the phone. The conversation is rather short and I end it with, "Okay, I'll call you in a few days. Hope you feel better." "Yeah, she's sick, "I tell my Mom. What Mom doesn't know is I actually called Molly, who had arranged for Nikki to be sick. Actually, the Nikki that works at the business supply store is not my sister and she was paid nicely to call in sick on this Friday night. My Nikki would be in fine health and working at her normal part time job. It was just too early to tell my Mom though. "Well, let's not waste the trip. What say we take in some of the local culture and entertainment offerings," I suggest. "That would be nice," Mom says smiling. We spend several hours checking out the town. I also have the opportunity to check on the location where my sister does work. We visit clubs and bars and toss a few back at each location. Around 11 p.m. I put the next phase of my plan into action. "You know what I've always wanted to do?" I ask my Mom. "What's that, Steven." "I'd like to take you with me to a strip club. I guess that sounds a little weird, huh?" "Oh, I don't know," Mom starts, "I'm not sure there can be anything more weird than being your son's slut slave. Besides, it might be fun. Do you know a place?" " I saw one earlier while we were driving around. It looked like a nice place." "Then let's go see girls dance," is my Mom's reply. Way too easy I think as I pull into the parking lot. We climb out and walk arm and arm through the door. I pay the cover and lead us over to a table in a dark corner and order two drinks. We watch for awhile from the back as each dancer takes a stage. During the first song, they would take their top off showing the crowd their tits. During the second song they finished stripping and wiggled pussy and ass at the audience waiting for a tip to be placed in a garter belt. I also noticed I am not the only one that brought a woman to the bar. In fact there were several there with men, some sitting right at the stage and tipping too. I order another round, letting my Mother take in the atmosphere, as I listen to the announcer call out the stage names of the next dancers. I pick up my drink and stand up, looking back at my Mother. "Let's move up closer," I tell her and she follows suit. We find two chairs next to the third stage. Since I had been watching, as well as haven been given previously researched information, I knew the dancers started at the center stage and then moved on to the second and then third stage before making rounds to try and get money for striping and grinding on horny guy's laps. I also made sure that where we were sitting, we couldn't see the other two stages. Another round of drinks and Mom was really starting to get in to it. She would lean over and comment about the dancers to me. "You like her tits?" she would ask. "Naw. Not big enough for me to titty fuck," I'd tell her and she would giggle. "Oh, Steven. That one has a shaved pussy like I do," she commented on the next dancer as her hand squeezed my thigh. "I'm almost glad that Nikki got sick now." I hear the DJ announcing the next dancers and having kept up with the rotation, I make my move to find a waitress, telling Mom I need to go to the restroom. I leave her with a handful of ones to keep her busy. I don't find a waitress but I do find another dancer. "How would you like to make a fast $100," I ask. "I don't do that, besides I might do you for free," she says moving closer to me. "No it's not like that. I want to surprise my date for her birthday. You see the dancer on stage two," I ask as she nods. "I will give you $100 to arrange it, and tip her $100 if she will take a twenty off my dates face with her ass cheeks. The thing is, my date is real shy. I'm going to get her to close her eyes, but I don't know if she will keep them closed, so I want the dancer to come over without facing my date. I want her to back up to her and then take the twenty. Then she can turn around and get her tip," I explain holding $220 in cash in my hand. "Sure, I can arrange that," she tells me. "Good. Here's your hundred. Tell the other dancer she gets her hundred after she takes the twenty off my dates face. Tell her is she turns and faces us before then, there will be no tip for her, okay?" "No, problem sweetie. Thanks for making my night," she says waving the Franklin at me. I return to my seat in time to catch my Mother stuffing the garter belt of the dancer with another $1 bill. When the music ends, she collects her things and heads off stage. "I have surprise for you, but you must do exactly as I say," I tell her. I explain that she has to lay down with her head on the stage with her eyes closed and that I will tell her when to open her eyes. I tell her the rest is a surprise. "Okay," is all she says as she situates herself on the stage, much to the dismay of the others gathered around the stage. I fold the twenty and place it over her forehead and nose, covering much of her face. I lean back and cover the lower part of my face with my hand. As the music starts the dancer takes to the stage. Breaking protocol for the hundred, she strips naked and moves backwards to where Mom is. She bends down seductively; thinking the show is more for me, which may be true. She squats over Moms face and pushes her cheeks together to pick up the bill as the others around the stage clap and yells. ""Now," I say to my Mother and I watch as her eyes open to see the girl's naked ass and pussy moving onto her face. The dancer picks up the bill and I watch as Mom's eyes follow the girl as she moves away. Mom stays laying on the stage as the dancer turns around. The recognition is immediate for the dancer. I help Mom back to her chair as she looks at the dancer. I hold up the $100 bill and the dancer moves over to accept it, bending over to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Nikki?" Mom asks recognizing the girl as her daughter. The girl bends over and gives her Mom a kiss on the cheek and then continues to dance for the other customers. Mom watches as her daughter puts her tits and ass in strange men's faces and lets them look up close at the same pussy Mom was just staring at. As the Nikki continues through the next song, I place a hand on my Mother's thigh, letting it slide up under her dress in the darkness next to the stage. My hand moves up finding her soaking wet pussy and as I start to pull it away, Mom puts her hand on mine to keep it there. I rub the heel of my hand over her mound, making small circles over her clit. Her other hand moves up to stifle any sound she makes as she cums while watching her daughter, my sister dancing nude. As the song ends, Nikki picks up her clothes and the money that she dropped and heads backstage. Mom reaches over and places her hand in my lap, which will let her know my cock is rock solid, hard. "Did that make you hot too? Do you want to fuck your sister?" she asks stroking my cock through my slacks. "No, I don't want to fuck my sister," I tell my Mother as she stops stroking me. I move in closer to her ear before speaking and tell her, " I want to fuck my sister again and I want to show her how hot of a fuck you are too." I take my Mom's hand from my crotch and take her back to the secluded table in the corner. After our drink order is served, Mom breaks the silence. "Does she know about us? What we do? How you do me?" "Yes, she knows. And she got just as hot and wet hearing about it as you did just now watching her dancing around nude." I see my sister with her costume back on making her way to our table. "Why didn't y'all tell me you were coming down here? I could have taken the night off," she says looking at Mom and kind of glaring at me. "Oh, I don't know dear. You know how Steven is with me. Besides, this has been a lot of fun so far," Mom tells her. "I got an idea," Nikki says. "Give me two hundred dollars, Steven and then wait here. I'll be right back. It's my turn for surprises now." I give her the bills and she walks off with a purpose. She returns a few minutes later. "Okay, come with me," she says giggling before taking our hands and leading us through the club. We get to a door guarded by a large bouncer and Nikki gets up on her tiptoes to tell him something before passing a bill to him. He looks at it, pockets it, and then just nods before opening the door. "This is our private dance room. Steven you sit here and Mom you sit here," Sis instructs leading us to separate love seat style couches. The door opens again and I look twice at the girl before I recognize her. "Steven?" she asks. "Jessica, my god you look great," I tell her standing to give her a hug. Her perfume is intoxicating and I can feel the swell of her breasts pushed into my chest. "Enough chit chat," orders Nikki, "It's time to get to work. By the way, the bouncer will make sure no one comes near this room until we leave." As the music starts Jessica stands before me, and Nikki before our Mother. They both strip off their tops and push and play with their tits and nipples as we watch. Sis moves over to Mom and straddles her lap pushing Mom's face into her cleavage. She slides back placing her hands on Mom's shoulders. "Go ahead. Touch them," she instructs Mom. Mom reaches out and moves her fingers over her daughter's perky tits, playing with the nipples for a moment before Nikki stands back up. "Hey, peeping Steven," Jessica gets my attention. "Remember me. I sure remember that big cock of yours." I watch as Jessica plays with her tits, thumbing each nipple until it is hard. "You like my new tits?" she asks. I nod my approval as she continues, "Daddy got them for me. And all I had to do was promise that he would be the first to titty fuck them. Not a bad deal, don't you think?" she asks straddling my lap and placing a hard nipple in my mouth. She stands and removes the bottom of her costume. Just like my sister Nikki, her pubic hair is shaven in the shape of a heart as well, the blonde hair a contrast to my sister's dark patch of fur. Jessica then backs up to the couch and standing on the cushion pushes her sweet ass into my face. I can smell the excitement from her pussy as she grinds her backside into my face. She turns around to straddle me again, bending forward to kiss me along the neck and face. She moves until her pussy is rubbing my hard cock through my pants and starts to dry hump me. She moves up and nibbles my ear telling me how much she wants to fuck me again. When the song ends, Jessica slowly gets off my lap and begins to dress. She bends down and gives me a hot wet kiss. "I wish I could stay and finish that for you, but I got to get up on stage. Maybe after the next set we can get together." I honestly couldn't tell you what happened between Mom and my Sister. I heard a lot of moans and groans but was slightly preoccupied myself. Sis was getting dressed too and Mom looked very much in a state or arousal, to the point her dress was pushed up showing her garter belt and exposed pussy. "What time do you get off?" I ask Nikki. "One." I hand her a card with the hotel name on it. "Why don't you and Jessica come over afterward and we'll pick up again." "I think Jessica has to work late, but I'll see if she want's to come over later. You know I'll be there," my sister tells me before giving me a kiss as hot as Jessica's. I take Mom back to the hotel and guide us into the bar for a quick drink telling her we both need to calm down before Nikki gets there. I order two drinks and excuse myself to the restroom, never making it there. I stop at the front desk and tell the clerk who I am and ask if the arrangements I requested had been fulfilled. He relates they were and I slide a platinum card across the counter to cover the charges. After signing the receipt, I hand him $100 and ask that he take care of the staff for what I know will be excellent service. He graciously accepts the tip on everyone's benefit and wishes me a good night. I return to the bar and retrieve my Mother. I tip the bartender and drinks in hand we head to the elevators. Once inside I push the button for the 15th floor. "I thought we were on four," Mom asks. "I just wanted to see the view from the top floor," I tell her as the elevator moves up. The elevator stops and we step into the hallway of the 15th floor. The décor is much different than the other floors with expensive carpets and furnishings. There are also only three rooms on this floor. "Looks like they don't have an observation area," Mom comments. "Yeah, that's too bad. I bet the view from here would be great. I wonder…" I ramble taking my card key out and stepping to a door. "What are you doing?" "Just want to see if it might open it," I tell her sliding the card in and getting a green light. "Steven, we can't go in there. That's somebody's room." "Then they shouldn't have let me in, come on we'll just make a quick look around and then leave," I tell her stepping through the door. She follows and we look around the huge penthouse room, exploring the main lounge and the two bedrooms. Off the main lounge is a sliding glass door with a balcony overlooking the town and the city lights. I push open the door, leaving it open and walk outside with Mom in tow. "See I told you the view would be great." "Steven we need to go before we get caught in here. We could get into trouble," Mom says worried. I turn and lean against the balcony rail. "Tell you what. You come over here and suck me off and then we'll go." "I don't know Steven, I'm all for having fun, but…" "But if you don't do what you are told right now, I'll whip you and tie you to a chair and you can watch me and Nikki have fun and there will be none for you. Not tonight, not ever," I warn her. She knows she must comply, and not because I have blackmailed her to be my sex slave but because she is a slut and does not want to miss anything hot between her daughter and us. She moves to me and kneels before me, opening my pants and pulling my cock out into the night air. She takes me into her mouth and works up and down fast. "Slow down bitch. I'll let you know when to speed up. I decide when I'm ready to cum in your fucking mouth," I command her. She does slow down and goes about giving me a nice slow blowjob. I see the outline of someone in the lounge as they move closer and then through the open door. "Jesus Christ, Mom. You are a little fucking slut. You couldn't even wait until I got here to get Steven's cock in your mouth," my sister comments to our Mother. Mom stops and pulls off my cock and then turns to see Nikki standing there watching us. "Well I'll be damned if you are going to get it all for yourself." Sis says moving next to Mom and dropping to her knees. For awhile they alternate sucking my cock, both with one hand guiding it to the others mouth. Then while Mom is sucking on me, Nikki moves beneath to lick and suck on my huge balls. They rotate this action until I feel like I am going to cum. Not wanting to do that yet, I place a hand on the back of both my mom and sister's head and when they get ready to change, I move them to each other. Instantly the both lock into a very passionate kiss. I watch as their tongues fight for the right to be in the other's mouth. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 06 "I think we could all use a drink," I comment. Mom and Sis break their lip lock and look into each other's lust filled eyes before helping each other to their feet. I open a bottle of champagne as my two sluts take a place on the couch. "Steven, shouldn't we go to our room?" Mom suggests. "This is our room Mom. I had us moved when I knew that Nikki would be joining us," I lie having planned the room long before we left home. "Oh, I see," she says looking again at Nikki. "So tell me, how long have you been letting the general public look at your hot little body for money," Mom asks my sister. "I guess about six months or so. You really think I have a hot body, Mom?" "Oh yes, and a great stage attitude. I bet you make lots of money. I only stripped for about a month myself," Mom informs us. I knew from her performance with the guys last month that she had stripped somewhere before, just never got around to asking her about it. "I could make more but the club owners are greedy. They not only get to collect on the cover charge, then the high prices for drinks, but we have to give them a cut of our tips a well. But it is better than some of the other places in town. At least I'm not expected to do anything with anybody. Some of those places you are expected to fuck the customers if they want. It's not that I don't do that, it's just I should be able to decide who gets to pay to fuck me," my sister tells us defiantly proud of being a stripper and whore. "So you think that the club owners could still make decent money even treating the girls better," I ask genuinely curious. "Fuck yes. Did you see some of those girls in there? A lot of them have the looks, but no drive. They dance like they are stoned. Even the ones that aren't stoned," she tells us with a laugh. "No, with proper management and someone teaching these girls how to dance, and how to hustle, everyone would make a ton. And since you have a ready supply of girls from all the colleges here, you don't have to put up with some of the skanks you find in other places." "How would you do it different?" I ask my sister. She gives our Mother and me a fairly detailed run down of how she thinks the business should be run, even breaking down overhead expenses for the club. She concludes her summary with, "I just wish I could put those guys out of business. Someone needs to show them how to run a classy AND profitable business." "I agree," says Mom who I sometimes forget does have a BS in Business, "The company sets the stage, so to speak, but it's really up to the employees to make it a success. You get highly motivated employees and excellent management and a strip club, no, a gentleman's club can be a very successful endeavor." "Something to look into," I comment deciding that J&E would be expanding operations again. "But for now, I have other things in mind. Ladies, would you care to join me?" I ask taking the bottle of champagne and heading towards a bedroom. We all take our clothes off and Mom and Nikki climb on the bed beside each other. "Are these all you?" Mom asks while toying with one of her daughter's tits. "Not quite, some is benefit of blowing a plastic surgeon for a month," my sister smiles. "They are very nice," Mom says before bending her head to take a hardening nipple into her mouth. Nikki places a hand on the back of Mom's neck as Mom licks and sucks at her daughter's tits. Soft moans escape my sister's lips. Mom works her way back up Nikki's neck, kissing along the way. She moves her mouth to Nikki's ear and nibbles and licks causing my sister to writhe on the bed. Mom's mouth kisses down Nikki's cheek until the are mouth to mouth again, Mom kneeling over daughter's hot body. As they kiss, Nikki's hands begin to roam over Mom's tits, pinching the nipples causing a gasp into her daughter's mouth. I watch as Nikki's hands move down and find Mom's clean shaven pussy. Nikki lets a finger slide through Mom's hot pussy lips and strokes her slightly. She then pushes the finger in and works it in and out for several minutes before removing her hand. She brings her hand up and breaking a kiss holds the finger to Mom's mouth. "Lick your cunt juice from my finger, slut," Sis commands Mom. Mom opens her mouth and licks and sucks her pussy juice from her daughter's finger. "Roll her over on her back and sit on her face," I instruct Nikki. Mom rolls over submissively and allows her daughter to place her pussy over her mouth, waiting for instructions. "Lick my pussy, bitch. I want to feel your slut tongue deep in me. I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Do a good job and we may let you cum too," Nikki tells her with natural talent at dominating. I watch from a chair stroking my 8" cock in my hands. I climb on the bed unable to resist any further and with cock in hand aim into my sister's pussy. I feel my balls rest on Mom's forehead as I start to push in and feel her tongue on my shaft and Nikki's pussy as I enter her. "Finger her pussy," I tell my sister, "See how much you can get in her." She does and I feel Mom's breathing quicken on my balls as she licks them and my cock and her daughter's pussy. "Hey Bro, do me a favor?" Nikki asks. "Would you mind pulling our and aiming a little higher. I really want this slut to finish licking my pussy out," she asks me. "Your wish is my command. And it's been my wish for along time," I tell her easing out of her wet pussy. "Hey slut, help me get my cock in your daughter's ass," I instruct our Mom. She takes hold of my cock and while steady licking Nikki's slit, guides me to my sister's ass. I slide in wet from her own juice and shouldn't be too surprised at how easy she can take me. "That's much better," Nikki tells me, "I got four fingers in the slut's cunt right now. I'm gonna try for more. Keep licking my pussy, bitch. And keep your eyes open so you can watch your son fuck his sister's ass." The pace all around picks up. My slut Mom is breathing hard and fast licking Nikki's pussy. I start to slam harder and faster into my sister's ass, feeling my balls as they run over my Mom's face on each thrust. "That's it," Nikki starts to scream, "Fuck my ass good Steven. You got this bitch's cunt stretched out good from your big cock. I got my whole hand in her and I'm fisting her hot slutty cunt. Suck my clit you fucking slut bitch," Nikki commands. I pump my cock into my sister's ass for all I am worth. I can feel Mom working overtime on her daughter's wet snatch and I hear the squishing sounds of Nikki fisting our Mother. I'm just about there, I just need that one final motivation. My Mother provides it. She is cumming from the fisting she is getting and screams into Nikki's pussy while she tries to get her daughter off with her mouth. I push in deep and let the first two blasts of cum fill my sister's ass. I then pull out and jerk the rest off on my sister's pussy and Mom's slutty face, watching her lick her daughter's pussy and my cum. "Oh fuck, yes. That's it. That's it you fucking bitch. Lick your son's cum off your daughter's pussy. Make me cum you slut. Do it now. Make me cum now you whore or I'll fist your ass too. Clit. Lick and suck on my clit you fucking…" I've noticed that my sister gets very vocal when she cums, and that you can never understand her after a certain point. I watch as Nikki continues to grind her pussy over Mom's face, finishing up what looked like a very intense cum. I move around just in enough time to see my sister easing her arm out of our Mom's pussy as she thumbs her clit again. Mom grabs Nikki around her legs and holds on as she cums again herself. Once we are all untangled, I pour us all a glass of champagne. "So when do we open this gentleman's club," my sister asks. "Soon," I tell her. "The plans are already in the works. I just need to talk to Molly about a few details." "Who's Molly," my Mom wants to know. "She's the Operations Manager at J&E. You'll be meeting her in a couple of days. You'll like her, and I know she will like you," I tell our Mom. "Hi, everybody!" Jessica calls from the doorway. "Did I miss anything?" I turn to my Mom and Sister and we all break up laughing. Author's Note: Your votes and comments are appreciated. It is the votes and feedback that fuel my motivation to write for you. I have more plans for the Blackmailed, I just need to know that you want to read the continuing saga. Blackmailed into Submission Ch. 07 “I don’t think it will be for very long,” Mom tells me. “I still think you should just tell her and then I don’t have to worry about it.” “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing. Too humiliating. I just can’t tell her. Please don’t make me tell her, Steven. I can go to your place and take care of you whenever you want just please don’t tell my sister that I’m your slut. Please,” she begged. “Okay. I won’t tell her for now. But this really sucks. And speaking of sucking. You’d better get over here and suck on my cock and see if you can get me in a better mood,” I tell my Mom. Aunt Vicky was getting a divorce and had come to ‘visit’ for an undetermined length of time. I like Aunt Vicky, but with her here, I can’t use my Mom in the fashion I have grown accustom. Which is any way I want. Now it has to be planned with a reason to get Mom up to my apartment over the garage so I can use her. “Mmmm. That’s it bitch. Suck my cock. Show me how much you love being my little fuck slut. That’s it. Get all 8 inches of my cock in your fucking mouth. Lick and suck my balls now. Oh you fucking slut whore, that’s it. Stir the cum up in my balls,” I tell my Mom. Mom’s mouth, like her other slut holes, is fantastic. She knows how to use her tongue to get me hot. I can feel the cum boiling in my nuts, ready to rise up at any moment. I fight the urge and hold back, enjoying her ministrations. I make her suck my cock this time while still dressed, since I have no intention of letting her cum while pleasuring me. In fact, I am thinking of denying her the right to cum until her sister leaves. That’ll teach the cum hungry bitch. “Back in your mouth now, slut. I’m gonna fuck your mouth like the cheap whore that you are. I’m gonna fill your mouth with my hot cum and then I want you to find your fucking sister and talk to her with my hot cum on your breath. Hell maybe I need to slut fuck her too. Then I can have fun using both of you and making you both pleasure me at the same time,” I fantasize out loud. The thoughts of having Mom and Aunt Vicky at the same time are too much for me. I grab two handfuls of hair and start fucking my Mom’s mouth, pushing my cock all the way in until my balls slap against her chin. Her hands go to her sides submissively as I fuck her mouth the way most men only seldom get to fuck their wife’s pussy. Mom keeps her mouth tight as my strokes become shorter and faster, fucking just the head of my cock into her mouth and feeling her tongue working on the sensitive tip. I loosen the grip on Mom’s hair and move one hand to hold her head and the other I use to jack my hot load into her mouth, forcing her to gulp as she tries to swallow all my messy cum. Mom sits back on her knees when I pull my cock from her mouth. “Was that okay dear? Did that make you happy?” Mom asks. “For now. It’s still better to have you whenever I want without making excuses to have you come up here.” “It won’t be too long, dear. When do you think you will need me again?” Mom asks with lust filling her eyes. “Soon.” It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t any fun for me to have to wait until I could get Mom up to my apartment to use her. Not when I was used to having her whenever and especially where ever I wanted. I very much missed just bending her over and taking her at any time. In the kitchen, out by the pool, in the car. It got to the point that I guess I started getting a little anxious about the situation. And apparently I wasn’t hiding my discomfort of the situation to well from Aunt Vicky. I was sitting on the deck of my garage apartment smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I thought Mom and Aunt Vicky had gone to the store together and was a bit surprised when Aunt Vicky came through the door. “Hi. Mind if I sit down?” “Please, “I motion to a chair, “Can I get you a beer?” “Yeah, that would be great.” I get her the beer and take stock of my Aunt’s attributes. About the same size as Mom but with slightly smaller tits. Even at five years older than Mom she was still in great shape. “Steven, I can’t help but notice that you have been a little stand-offish to me lately. Have I done something that bothers you?” she asks. “No, not at all,” I answer with a forced smile. “Maybe it’s just me, but I get the feeling I’m in the way sometimes. Or like I am keeping you from something. I apologize for intruding in your normal patterns. I really appreciate your folks letting me stay here while Bill and I sort things out,” Vicky says referring to her impending divorce from her husband. Guilt sets in as I think about what she said. “It’s just a bit of an adjustment. We really love having you here and you are more than welcome to stay as long as you want or need to.” What the fuck am I saying? Get out of here bitch. I know your husband is leaving you cause you couldn’t give him kids, but shit. Why do I have to suffer too? Fucking family. “That is so very nice of you, Steven. I wish I had a son like you.” I wouldn’t be so sure about that lady. But then again. “Aunt Vicky, can I ask you a question?” “Sure if you’ll drop the aunt and make it just Vicky,” she tells me smiling. “Do you remember a phone conversation with my Mom awhile back when you first started having trouble with Bill?” I ask. “We’ve had a lot of conversations.” “Well, this one my Mom was sort of giving you advice about your situation.” “Hell, your Mom is full of advice,” Vicky tells me laughing. “This advice was what she would do if she was you to keep Bill happy,” I prompt. I knew she remembered the conversation by the slight blush crossing her cheeks. “Yes, I do remember that call. If I remember correctly your Mom had been drinking. She tends to get a little boisterous when she has had a few drinks.” “Yes, I know. Well, to be perfectly honest, and I hope you are not mad at me, I made a tape of that conversation,” I tell her. “Oh, you did?” Vicky answers with curiosity, “And what did you do with this tape.” “I sort of blackmailed Mom. I told her if she didn’t cooperate with me I would give the tape to Dad.” “But that was actually a very innocent conversation, she could just tell your Dad what was going on and I’m sure he would understand,” Vicky rationalizes. “It may have sounded innocent knowing the context, but just on the basis of what is said and how she said it, it was very incriminating.” “Was? You’re not blackmailing her anymore?” “Not really. I don’t think I have mentioned the tape for some time now,” I tell my aunt avoiding what I know she has to know. “So. What did you blackmail her for? Money?” “No I get a very decent allowance from Dad, and he pays all my bills anyway,” I tell her making her figure it out in her head. “So what then? Are you blackmailing her to cook and clean and do your laundry?” “That too,” I reply with a grin. When I see the redness of her cheeks return I know she has figured it out. I go inside and get two more beers, returning and setting them on the table before standing close to Aunt Vicky. I move my hands to the top of my shorts near the button. “Would you like to see what she gets for her efforts?” I taunt. The excitement of the situation has caused my cock to begin to swell and I watch as she looks at the bulge forming in my shorts. She remains quiet, staring as it grows. “Vicky, do you want to see why I don’t have to blackmail my mother anymore,” I ask again. She bites her lower lip and nods her head. I slowly remove my shorts until my cock is hanging down, getting harder by the moment. I take Aunt Vicky's hand and place it on my cock, watching her take a sharp breath as it jumps in her hand. I move closer to her chair until it is mere inches from her face, staring at her. She strokes it in her hand and it grows larger. She moves her head forward and sticks her tongue out running it over the head before parting her lips and taking my cock in her mouth. I let her suck on me for a few moments and then pull her to her feet and take her to my bedroom. I make sweet, gentle love to my aunt, fulfilling the emotional and sexual needs that months of marital discourse had caused and that can’t be replaced with a vibrator. I also explain the special relationship I have with my Mom. “So your telling me that she will do whatever you say,” she asks while idly stroking my cock. “Absolutely.” “Whenever, to whoever you tell her to do it with?” she asks stroking me back hard again. “Always.” “What happens if she doesn’t?” “She gets punished until her attitude changes,” I tell her. “How do you punish her?” “Spankings, whippings, tie her up and sexual abuse and arouse her until she is compliant. It usually doesn’t take much anymore. She is more than willing to be my sex slave now,” I inform my aunt. Vicky throws her leg over and guides my now hard cock back to her wet pussy. “I want to play too. Can I play with you and my sister?” she asks slowly riding up and down. “What did you have in mind?” I ask. “I’ll tell you in a minute,” my aunt says as she starts fucking herself on my hard cock. It’s two days later before I allow myself to be alone with Mom. “Steven is everything alright? Have I done something to make you mad at me?” Mom asks. “Everything is as fine as it can be,” I tell her with a frosty tone in my voice. I stand at the sink looking out the kitchen window, refusing to make eye contact with her. “Let me talk to her. Maybe we can get her an apartment or something. Then we can have things back the way it was.” “You mean the way it’s supposed to be,” I prompt. “Yes, that’s what I mean.” “Wouldn’t it be just easier to tell her?” I ask turning to face my Mom. “No. I can’t tell her. You can punish me if you want but there is no way I could tell my sister about what we do,” Mom says in a voice that gives me a slight insight to her meaning. I move behind Mom and with a hand on her shoulder guide her to sit at the kitchen table. I lovingly massage her shoulders, upper arms and neck. “You know what I think?” “That feels so good Steven. What do you think?” I stand behind the chair and let my hands wander down over Moms breasts, rubbing her tits through the material of her top. “I think you want her to know. I think you want your sister to know what a slut you are,” I say and enjoy feeling her nipples harden under my hands. “I think you are proud to be my slut and you would love nothing more than to have your older sister know how you please both men and women.” Mom’s head droops to the side causing her hair to brush my arm. I gently pinch her nipples between my fingers causing a low moan to escape Mom’s lips. “Did Vicky push you around when you were kids?” I ask. “Yes.” “Did you enjoy the attention you got from her?” “Yes.” I stand Mom up and lean her back into me, still rubbing her tits. “Did she ever make you do anything for her or did she do anything to you?” “No.” “Did you want her too?” “Oh, yes!” “Did you want her to make you lick her pussy?” “Yes.” I push my hand down in her pants and rub Mom’s wet pussy. “Did you ever wish she would have you clean her up after her boyfriends fucked her.” “Oh! God yes I did!” “Or maybe have them come over and use your mouth or fuck your hot ass so your sister wouldn’t have to satisfy them that way.” “Yes, have her hold my head to her pussy and make me lick her cunt while her boyfriend ass fucked me. Oh yes I thought about it all the time,” Mom tells me as she tries to remain standing while I finger her pussy. “Would you ever tell her what you just told me?” I ask. “No. I couldn’t.” “You’re lying.” “No I can’t. I won’t,” she tries to remain in control while I tease her body. “You can tell her. In fact you just did tell her.” Mom moves her head instantly and even though I am behind her, I know here eyes are open wide. She sees her sister, naked, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. I pull my hand from her pussy and move her over to the counter. I place one hand on the back of her head and the other on Vicky’s hand. I then place Vicky’s hand on the back of my Mom’s head and let her guide Mom’s mouth to her pussy. “That’s it baby sister. Lick my pussy. Your son just fucked my cunt and now you need to lick me clean. He pumped a big load of cum in me and you need to get it all out,” Aunt Vicky tells Mom. Having gotten hard from rubbing on Mom’s ass, I pull my cock out and move behind Mom. I pull her shorts down and then make her spread her legs. I watch as Mom’s hands move up to caress and play with Vicky’s tits and nipples. I move in between her legs and make eye contact with Vicky. Her eyes are glazed and full of lust. I take my cock in hand and guide it to my Mom’s wet pussy, pushing just the head in. “Steven you are way to good to your Mom. Don’t ease your cock into the slut, ram it in. Fuck her and use her,” Vicky tells me. I do as she requests and slam hard and deep into Mom’s pussy. I pull all the way out and then slam back into her again. “That’s it Steven. Use the bitch. Slut fuck her cunt while she licks your cum out of me. Suck my clit my little slut sister. I want to cum on your face. And when Steven gets done fucking you, we will sit back and watch as you finger his cum out of your cunt and lick it off your fingers,” Vicky tells Mom. “Oh, fuck. Cum with me Steven. Fill your Mom’s pussy with your hot load while I cum on her face,” Vicky tells me, “Come on bitch, suck my clit. Pinch my nipples harder. Make me cum while your son slut fucks your cunt.” “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Do it now Sis! Make me cum! Oh, god! Do it Steven! Fill the bitch’s cunt with your cum!” Vicky demands. I lock eyes with Vicky and holding Mom’s hips I slam into her deep and hold there as I unload into her. Vicky begins to scream as Mom’s mouth pushes her over the edge and I feel Mom’s pussy tighten around my cock as her own orgasm milks the last of the cum from my balls. Mom continues to gently kiss and lap at her sister as I pull out of Mom’s pussy. Vicky takes Mom by the hair on the top of her head and pushes her away. “Don’t you have something you are supposed to do now?” she asks. Mom places a hand between her legs, pulling out a glob of my cum dripping from her well fucked pussy. She places it to her mouth and licks her hand clean. “Yes, Miss Vicky. Whatever you say.” ***** Author’s Note: Your votes and feedback are very much appreciated. Please watch for my next series involving a Dad that teaches his Son to dominate his Mother.