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Blackmailed

By: playful Kitten26



Sitting in the dressing room waiting for my turn on stage, I thought back to earlier today when I had an argument with my folks again. When are they going to figure out that I have grown up, that they can't control my every move anymore? Sure I want to go to college, just not right this second. I mean, come on, I had just finished high school this year, and now it was time to have some fun. I leaned further back in my chair and propped my legs up on the counter. I looked around at the other girls dressing and undressing around me and let my mind continue to wonder.

My mom was one of those control freaks. With me being the youngest of three, she had held on tighter than hell with me. I couldn't work, couldn't party with friends and she wouldn't even let me get my driver's license until after I had graduated from high school. Even then I'd had to have a friend take me to get it. Now she was pressing me to move back home. As if that was going to happen, I snorted to myself. Like I would give up my first real taste of freedom. I'm living on my own with my best friend Kerra in the little community above the big State University and partying hardy almost every night. Why on earth would I give that up? Plus I have this job. Sure it's not what you want to go around bragging about, but the money is really great and I can pretty much do my own thing.

I hear Randy the DJ call the girl's name that dances before me to the stage. I jump up to go pick out the music I want. I look in the mirror and run a brush through my long black hair and add a little lipstick to my full pouty lips. I lean in closer to the mirror to make sure the eyeliner around my green eyes hasn't run from all the sweating I'd done before coming back here to cool off. Deciding I look ok, I push through the door and head down the hallway toward the bar. My mind still on earlier today, I make my way across the floor toward the DJ booth when I hear something that makes the blood in my veins turn to ice. 

"Emmy" 

At first I thought I'd heard wrong, but then it came again, louder. Now my whole body starts to shake. I was never called that name by anybody but my cousin Brian. I was so scared I wanted to turn around and run, I knew I was already nailed. I didn't look at where he was sitting, just headed on up the steps into the DJ booth even after he called my name again.

Once I was safe in the booth I looked at Randy and found him watching me. "Baby you ok?' he asked me. I shook my head no and looked back out the door. "What's wrong Hun? Man you're shaking all over and as white as a sheet." 

I jumped when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and shook my head no again. I couldn't talk, for that matter I was having problems thinking. I couldn't believe I was nailed, I've been so careful about keeping this a secret from everyone. But now a fluke of fate had my favorite cousin sitting in the bar less than ten feet from me. What are the chances my older cousin coming into this strip-club when there were five other ones in town? 

Randy turned me around to face him and demanded to know what was wrong. I looked up into his brown eyes and started to calm down some. He always had this effect on me. Maybe that was why I hadn't put up much of a chase when he let me know he wanted me in his bed. I gave him a small smile and told him about Brian being here and what it could mean if he told any of my family. He sat down in his chair and pulled me between his legs then wrapped his arm around me before turning slightly to start the second song for the current dancer. After he was done he looked back at me and asked. "Are you sure he knows it's you? When was the last time he saw you, baby?"

I gave him a strange look before I figured what he meant. Randy had seen all the pictures of me growing up. I look nothing like I used to. At five-five I now weighed one-twenty and was tone all over instead of being pudgy. My face was slim, showcasing my high check-bones. My breasts were firm and perky as only an eighteen year-olds could be. Plus the longer I thought about it I remembered Brian had never seen me with my hair this dark. I was born with light blonde hair, but I'd dyed it about a year ago to a rich raven black. 

I thought about all this for a second longer before answering. "It's been about four years since we saw each other last. I was still overweight and my hair was shorter and a light blonde." I told him. I thought about it some more. I used to be this chubby, little shy girl that would never look a guy in the eyes. Now, well now I took my clothes off for guys. I smiled as an idea came to me. 

Randy seeing the smile shook his head. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm worried." He told me with a smirk on his chiseled lips.

I laughed and punched him lightly in the arm. "Randy darling, I wasn't a drama queen all through school for no reason. I'm thinking that I've changed enough I might be able to convince him I'm not who he thinks I am."

Randy leaned back in his chair and watched me closely. "I don't know Emily. But I guess it is worth a shot. I know I don't want to lose you. But I know if your parents find out about you doing this they'll force you to quit." He kissed my neck then pulled back, showing me his worry deep in his eyes. "Are you sure you can pull this off?"

I wasn't one hundred percent positive, but I had to try. I bit my lip then shook my head yes. "Well then it is show time, you're up." Randy told me. I heard the music ending and moved toward the door. " Good luck baby." He told me, then he turned to do his thing and announce me.

I moved toward the stage and kept my eyes away from Brian's table. I took a deep breath and started up the stairs as my music was brought up. I moved to the pole and started to sway. I was moving slowly to the rhyme of the music and starting to relax. "I can do this." I told myself. With this thought firmly planted in my mind I started to do my thing. I moved with the slow deliberate sway of my hip to the first guy to come up and tip me. I took the bill of his hat in hand and ground my hips in his face before moving down so my nipples almost touched his nose. When I was sure I had given him his money's worth, I moved on to the next. 

When the second song started I was moving by reflex, not thinking at all. I was grinding and swaying and really feeling good. I swirled around the pole before climbing it to flip upside down and slowly slid down headfirst. Once I touched the floor I wrapping my body around the base of the pole to grind my ass against it. I saw someone walk up to the stage and lowered my head and began a slow crawl toward him. I never once lifted my head to look at him, even when I came to my knees in front of him and cupped my breast in my hands and pinched my nipples. I slowly rotated my hips in a mimic of me riding someone, then slowly swung my legs to the side before standing up and working my ass in his face. My pussy was level with his face as I moved my back into a leisurely, back-rolling fucking motion. I ran my fingertips up the inside of my thighs before cupping my mound. I put on hand on the floor and went into the splits, opening my legs all the way and rubbing my cunt on the stage floor. I slid forward and rocked my hips back and forth a few times before rolling over on my side. I lifted my right leg high, near my head, and spreading my legs so I could look at him down the length on my body.

My eyes slid over my body and up his chest to connect with the intense blue eyes of Brian. I trill shot through me when I realized what I had just done in his face. Looking in his face I could tell he wasn't feeling the same way. He was pissed, and if the heat coming off his body was any indication he could have gladly wrung my neck at that moment in time. He didn't say anything, he just slowly slipped his money in my garter-belt, making sure he didn't touch my skin, then turned to walk back to his table. I watched the controlled way he was walking and knew he was beyond furious. If my plan didn't work I was a dead woman.

I took a deep breath, but it still took everything I had to finish the song. As soon as the last notes played I was picking up my top and putting it on as I moved off the stage for the next girl to take her place. I leaned back against the mirror that ran the length of the back wall and took a deep breath. I was shaking all over and needed a moment to get my composure back to normal. 

"Ok Emily, calm down or this won't work." I told myself. I straightened my shoulders then pushed out from hiding place. As I walked out into the main part of the club I could feel Brian watching me. His stare felt like fire lapping at my body, stinging my flesh, but I brushed the feeling away and moved to thank every guy that had tipped me while I'd been dancing on stage.

By the time I finally made my way to Brian's table it had been close to fifteen minutes since I had gotten off stage. Four of the guys I'd thanked wanted a private table dance. I didn't mind, it had given me time to prepare for this upcoming confrontation. I licked my lips and moved around behind him. I deliberately ran my hand across his wide strong shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch under my touch. I then leaned in close to his ear and whispered my thank you, letting my warm breath caress his skin. 

He turned his head and looked up at me. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded. 

God he was magnificent with fire jumping from his eyes, I thought. I pulled back and gave him an indifference smile. "Why I was thanking you hot-stuff." I purred. "Is there some reason I shouldn't?" I asked. I pouted a bit then licked my lips in invitation. He looked so shocked I wanted to laugh, but I was also scared spitless. This planned deception had to work, it just had to.

"Damn it Emmy, what the hell do you think you're doing working here?" He demanded again. 

I forced myself to give him an odd look. " Honey, exactly who do you think I am?" I asked softly.

He gave me a look that told me he wasn't stupid and was getting madder by the second. "So your going to act like you don't know who I am, are you?"

I smiled down at him and shook my head. "Trust me, if I'd ever meet you, I wouldn't have forgotten you. You're too fine for that to happen." I lowered my eyes and looked up at him through my lashes. I was starting to have fun flirting with him like this. After all, Brian was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. It didn't matter if he was my cousin or not.

"So you're going to stand there and tell me you're not my cousin Emily? The same cousin I watched grow-up. The same girl that used to tag along behind me everywhere I went when our families went camping together." He demanded.

I smirked and shook my head no. " I wish I was though. I wouldn't mind having a cousin that looked as good as you." I licked my lips and watched his face. He looked up at me and I could see the moment he came to a decision.

"Ok. So you say you're not Emmy. If you're not her you won't mind giving me a dance, will you?" He smiled up at me with mischief dancing in his eyes.

I swallowed and felt like I was caught for sure. I looked deep in his eyes and saw that he didn't think I would do it. That just goaded me into doing it and being outrageous about it too. I smiled and leaned over so my breasts were right in his face. "Oh Hun, I would love to dance for you. What kind do you want?" I purred, licking my lips.

"Wh…What?" Brian stammered. The look on his face was priceless. He looked so shocked I think he forgot to breathe for a second, then he pulled in a deep breath and his nose brushed my nipple. 

We both froze, our eyes clashing and holding. Tingles shot through my body. I never let anyone touch me while I was here at work, plus I hadn't realized I'd gotten that close to him when I bent down. But I've got to admit it had felt really good. So instead of pulling back, I bent a little closer so I could feel his hot breath wash over the tops of my breast. "Well sweet thing, we have a couple of different dances I could give you." I paused to see he how he reacted to that then continued when his eyes fell to my breast. "I could give you one here, by your table or..." I slowly ran my hand along his thigh. " I could give you a couch dance and dance over you and infront of you."

If anyone was going to back out I was going to make sure it was him. He tore his eyes away from my breast and looked around the club. He watched some of the girls giving a couch dance for a long silent moment. He licked his lips and looked back up at me and smiled. I could tell by the way he smiled that he was going to call my bluff. Shit!

"Ok. I want a couch dance. That is, if you don't have any reason you can think of why that would be wrong. You don't do you?" He asked softly. So softly I barely heard him above the music. I was caught and I knew it. If I backed out now he would know for sure and he would feel it was his duty to tell my parents what I was up to. If he did that my life as I knew it would be over. 

I had to do this and had to be good enough to take his mind off the fact he thought I was his cousin. I looked around the bar and saw the bouncer flirting with one of the girls and made up my mind. I shook my head no and laughed at him. "I can't think of a single reason I wouldn't want you between my spread legs." Saying this I held my hand out and lead him toward a couch on the other side of the bar, the farthest one from the bouncer, to wait on the next song.

Neither of us spoke as he stood watching a girl giving a dance on the couch next to us. She was grinding her pussy in the guys face before bending down, running her nipples right in front of his eyes, almost touching him with every pass. Every time her breasts were in his face, her pussy would brush his crotch, grinding into his hardening cock. 

Brian looked away then down at me standing beside him waiting. He cleared his throat and I smiled up at him. "Come on Emmy… don't do this, please. You really don't have to, you know?" 

I just shook my head. " I must really look like this Emmy. Do you think she's pretty?" I have no idea why I asked that. All of a sudden, I really wanted to know.

He gave me a disgusted look. " 'Emmy' is my sweet little cousin and I love her. But not like that." He told me before looking away.

I felt what could only be disappointment wash through me. I'd always found Brian attractive with his dark good looks. His hair was almost black and he kept it slightly longer than was fashionable. He stood over six-feet tall, with nice wide shoulders and a washboard stomach. But I loved his eyes, they were so dark a blue they almost looked black.

The music stopped and Randy called the next dancer's name. I moved closer to Brain and showed him where to sit. "Now remember, no touching." I told him. I slipped my high-heels off, grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the couch then stepped up.

"Don't worry about that." He muttered to himself. I couldn't help smiling at his disgruntled tone. I stepped over him and positioned my hips right in front of his face, almost touching his nose with the silky material covering of my thong. When the music started, I began to sway slowly. I moved even closer to his face before lifting my foot to the back of the couch beside his head. I looked down and my eyes clashed with his. As he stared up at me I couldn't tear my eyes away and my mind began to shut down. The small tingle he had set of earlier by accidentally touching me was back, in full force. The longer we held eye contact the hotter I was getting. 

I couldn't believe I was getting so turned on for my own cousin, but I was. I began to move even closer to his face as I rotated my hips and my pussy brushed against his nose. I could feel his breath wash over me every time he let out a breath. My pussy started to tingle and I became wet. By the way his nostrils flared I knew he was able to smell my excitement.

I lowered my foot back to the cushion and leaned back on the back of the chair and rolled my hips forward before moving my body down so I was almost straddling his hips. I rocked back and forth, but didn't let myself rub against him the way I wanted to. I kept about three inches between our crotches. Taking my hands from the chair I placed them beside his head and rubbed my breast up his torso, sliding up him until my nipples were in front of his mouth, begging to be kissed. A quick glance at his face showed his eyes were heating up, but he kept his face a stony mask.

I stood back up and finally broke eye contact to turn around. It was time to do my trademark move. I grabbed the back of the chair and put my feet on the arms of the love seat and stood up on it, then leaned down and smile at Brian between my legs. Then without warning I went into the splits, my legs spreading wide open, over the arms of the couch.

I heard Brain take a deep breath and I pushed back. Without really meaning to I pushed farther back then I normally would've, burying his nose in my thong-covered pussy. I gasped and felt him do the same. When I started to pull away I felt something that made my whole body quiver. His tongue pushed hard against me, pushing the material covering me into my wet slit. I moaned quietly when his tongue again shot out to lick my shaven lips. Almost hesitantly he started to eat at my pussy, licking my clit through the thong before pushing his tongue against the material over my entrance.

As another moan ripped through my body it dawned on me, that this is my cousin licking me, and at work no less. I pulled quickly away and came out of my splits. I stood back up and moved my ass right in his face. I left my panties where his tongue had pushed them into me and started to roll my back. With every undulation of my hips the thong pulled a little deeper between my pussy-lips and started to rub my clit. Over and over I moved my ass in front of his face, letting him watch as my clit began to swell and my pussy became drenched. I moved even closer to his face until I felt him place a small kiss on my left cheek. 

I then turned around and grabbed the back of the chair behind me. Supporting my weight on my arms, I raised my feet to the back of the couch, one foot on either side of his head, spreading my pussy lips wide. I slowly began to grind myself in his face, letting myself touch him on every other pass. He soon caught on and his tongue would snake out to torture my aching clit. Soon I was dying to come. 

I lowered my feet to the cushions beside his hips then moved even lower, bending my knees until I was straddling him, but unlike last time I let my pussy brush him. The feeling of denim against my sensitive core took my breath away and it took me a second to realize how hard he was against my begging cunt. I ground against him lightly, then harder. My hips bucked at the lightning that shot through my body. I couldn't get enough of feeling him rubbing against me. I wanted him in me and I could've cared less at that moment that he was my cousin. 

I looked deep in Brian's eyes and pushed hard against his cock. I slowly rocked my hips then started to move in slow circles that rubbed my clit. More quickly than I knew was possible I felt the waves of ecstasy washing through me. I whimpered and bit my lips as shudders racked my body. The entire time he didn't say a word or look away from my face. I licked my lips and rode wave after wave of pleasure as I continued to grind against him.

As the after-shocks were being to fade I noticed that the song was coming to an end. I was surprised that all that had happened in the space of one song. I've never in my life came that fast, never. I pulled my eyes away from Brian and as subtlety as possible straightened my bottoms. I climbed off the couch, but couldn't meet his eyes. I was embarrassed over what had just happened. I had meant to push this dance a bit farther than I normally would've gone, but by no means this far. 


Blackmailed



"My god, my cousin had just basically eaten me out." I thought. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. What he must think of me right now? I wanted to bury my head in my hands and cry, but couldn't. I had to see this through to the bitter end. I just hoped and prayed he had bought deception, that he believed I wasn't his precious Emmy, a slut yes, but not his little cousin.

When Brian stood I couldn't help noticing how hard he still was. That made me feel worse. There is nothing worse than a cock-tease in my opinion. He pulled his wallet out and started to take some money out, but I placed my hand over his to stop him. There was no way in hell I was taking money for what I'd just done. ""Keep your money." With that I turned and walked away without another word or look.

I made it to the dressing room where I fell into my chair and sat staring into space. "What have I just done?" My mind wailed. I sat there, worried as another thought blindsided me. A small smile slowly crossed my face. I must've convinced him, I thought. If he still thought I was his cousin he would never have touched me like he did. Oh please let me be right, I begged silently to whom ever might be listening.

I looked up as the door opened and the other girls started coming in and getting undressed. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was time for last call. "Oh thank heavens!" I thought as I stood and pulled my soaking thongs down my legs and tossed them in my bag before pulling out my jeans. I pulled them on without underwear because I just didn't feel like going through my bag to find a pair. I pulled my top off and debated over a bra, but decide against one since all I wanted to do was go home and to bed.

As soon as the bar was empty, the bouncers walked us out to our cars. I stood talking to Randy for a few minutes telling him I thought my little plan had worked. He told me was glad and gave me a much needed hug. As I stood in his arms he asked if he could come home with me but I told him not tonight. He told me that was cool and kissed me goodnight and walked to his car.

I sat in my car for a second then remembered there was nothing to drink at my apartment. "Damn, I can't just go home knowing there won't be anything to drink." I thought. I started my car and drove the short distance to the convenience store near the bar. I parked my car on the side of the building and killed the engine. I then pulled my money out my pocket where I had stuffed it, and started straightening it out. I hate having all my money folded like a strippers' wad, so I sat folding it all in half. I never noticed the car that pulled in behind me, blocking me in. When I got done with my money, I pushed my door open and stepped out. As I straightened I came face to face with my very pissed off cousin.

"So tell me Emily, are you my cousin now or are you still playing whatever game you were back at the club?" He pushed me back against my car and braced his hands on both sides of my head, caging me in.

I just stood there staring into his gorgeous, furious face. I couldn't think of anything to say. He leaned in close and put his face less than an inch from mine. "Damn Emily what the hell were you thinking?" He growled. His eyes narrowed even more before he demanded "How often do you pull that little act on the couch Emmy? How often do you let guy's paw you and then get off grinding into them?"

I pulled my head back as if he had slapped me and stared up at him. He thought I was whoring out. OH MY GOD! I started shaking my head even before I opened my mouth. "No Brian, I've never done that before tonight. I swear it." I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't believe me. "Brian come on…you know me."

He snorted and looked away. 'You know before tonight Emmy, I thought I did. Now… I just don't what I believe." He looked back at me and pushed away from the car. He took a couple of steps back and crossed his arms over his massive chest. 

I took a step toward him and held out my hand. "Brian, I swear to you I would never do that kind of stuff. I just thought the more I flirted with you the more of a chance I would have of you not being sure it was me. Things just got out of hand on the couch." I watched him digest what I said.

"Ok, I think I can believe that. But let me get something straight here. You were scared I was going to bust you, right?" When I shook my head he continued. "Well…" he paused and my heart jumped up into my throat. " Did it ever cross your mind that now I have even more to tell the family?" he asked softly. "What is your mom going to say when I tell her what her little girl did to me on the couch?"

"Brian, no please, doesn't. My mom would kill me. You can't tell, Please!" I begged him.

He laughed before stepping back up to me. He touched my face gently with his fingertips. " What do I get if I keep my mouth shut?"

"Anything, just name it and it is yours." I grabbed his shirtfront and held on tight. I had to convince him not to tell.

A devious smiled played at the corners of his mouth before he pushed my hands away and grabbed my head. He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back. I let out a yelp and stared up at him frightened. "You shouldn't say things like that Emmy, if your not willing to back them up."

I swallowed hard and forced myself to talk. "I meant it Brian. I will do anything to keep my parents from finding out. Just name your price." 

"My price." He repeated quietly. He tightened his hand in my hair and pulled my face toward his, causing me to come to my tiptoes or lose a chunk of hair. "I don't think you'll be willing to pay my price, little Emmy." His warm breath washed over my face as I stood staring at him, not understanding what he meant. He bent closer and his lips touched mine briefly before pulling back to watch my reaction.

My mind was whirling. He had just kissed me and his eyes were telling me everything he was wanting to do to me. I couldn't believe it. This was wrong, he was my cousin. What made it worse was my body was telling me that I wanted the same thing he did. I started to shake my head no, but the tug on my hair held me still.

"So tell me Emmy, do I make that phone call or are you going to play nice?" He smiled down at me and at that moment I knew he would call my parents if I didn't do exactly what he wanted.

I closed my eyes while I tried to think my way through this. I was caught and had no way out, I had to do what ever he wanted. I opened my eyes and stared into his deep blue eyes. I was still hoping he was trying to scare me. There was a chance he wouldn't go through with this, but was only trying to teach me a lesson. I bit my lips and decided I really had no choice, I had to trust him. "Ok Brian. I'll play nice. Just please don't tell my parents." I begged quietly.

He released my hair and stepped back from the car. "Good girl. Now go get what ever you're here for, but hurry." He told me.

I started toward the store in a fast walk. I was about to round the corner when his voice stopped me. 'Emmy." I turned toward him to find him leaning against my car. He smiled at me. "Pick up some condoms while you're in there, will you. I only have one with me and I don't think that'll be enough for what I've got planned."

Shock washed through me as his words registered in my mind, freezing me to the spot as I stared at him with my mouth open. He chuckled and motioned me inside with a flick of his wrist. I made it inside and quickly grabbed a coke then slowly walked over to the aisle that the condoms were on. I stood looking at them at them for a long minute, trying to figure out if Brian had been serious. He couldn't mean for me to buy some for him to use with me, he just couldn't.

My hand shaking I picked up the brand I normally buy and walked on leaden feet to the counter. The cashier rang my stuff up and wished me a good night and I moved reluctantly out the door. As I rounded the corner Brian looked up and smiled.

"You looked scared Emmy." He stated before pushing away from my car and walking up to me. "Do you live far from here?"

"No. I live about ten minutes from here, just off the strip." I bit my lip and looked up at him. I was trying to convince myself he only wanted to chew me out in private, it just didn't ring true though.

"Good, I'll follow you." He turned and walked to his car. "Emmy…" he waited until I was facing him before continuing. "Better make sure you don't lose me on the way. I would hate to have to call and wake up your mom this late at night, just tell her what you have been doing with your time." With that he got in his car and started it, backing out off my way.

I jumped in my car and started it, then put it in reverse. Slowly I pulled out on the road with Brian right behind me and started for my apartment. I was shaking all over with fear and as much as I hated to admit it even to myself, with desire too. Thoughts ran through my mind at warp speed. Could this really be happening? Could the cousin I grew up with really be blackmailing me into having sex with him in exchange for keeping silent about tonight?

The trip was over much too fast for my peace of mind. I pulled into my parking space and grabbed my bag, opened my door and got out. Brian pulled in beside me, cut his engine, then stepped out of his car to wait on me. I slowly made my way around the hood and started toward my door without looking at him. I slid my key into the lock and pushed the door open, flipping the light on as I moved inside.

Brian stepped inside and looked around. He shut the door, moved toward the center of the room, and then sat down on my couch. "Nice place you have here." I could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice. I looked around and took in what he must be seeing. My apartment was the basic, first time on your own kinda of place. All the furniture was mismatched, pieced together from what we could find, but the room was comfy.

Deciding to ignore his sarcasm I glanced at him as I tossed my bag in the corner. "Thanks. We like it. We got lucky when we found that couch on the street last week." I walked out of the room before he could say anything about that. Once in the kitchen I grabbed a cup and poured some coke then decided to pour him one. 

When I walked back into the living room I found Brian leaning back with his eyes closed. I must have made a noise because his eyes snapped open. He stared at my face for a long moment before looking down at the cups I held. "One of those for me?" When I shook my head he held out his hand for it. "You need to go take a shower and wash that make-up off. You look like a painted whore with it on." He said. When I didn't say anything he glanced back up at me and took a sip of his coke. " Now Emmy. Remember you promised to do as I told you. I don't want to have to keep looking at you with that junk all over your pretty face."

I decided not to say anything about that. I just turned and went to the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I was so pissed off about his attitude I couldn't see straight. I ripped the curtain open and turned the water on before stripping and stepping in. Even though I always took a shower after work it just really got under my skin that he was bossing me around. Who did he think he was any way?

I quickly scrubbed my make-up off and washed my hair, then shut the water off. I open the curtain and reached for my towel, but it wasn't on the hook. "Looking for this?" A small scream escaped me as I stared up at Brian. He was holding my towel in his hands while his eyes traveled over my body, touching me everywhere.

I licked my lips and started to cover myself, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. "Don't." he ordered. "You were more than willing to show off your hot little body earlier, now you have no choice about it." He gave my arm a slight tug and pulled me out of the shower. He turned me to face the wall and stepped in behind me. "Put your hands on the wall and don't move them."

I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw he was getting pissed that I was taking so long to do as he said. I raised my arms and placed my palms flat on the cool wall and faced forward. I didn't know what he was planning, I just figured I was better off not watching.

"Good girl." He purred in my ear, sending a shiver racing through my body. "Are you cold little Emmy?" He didn't wait for an answer, just bent down behind me and ran the towel up the back of my legs, over my back then slowly over my arms. He rubbed gently, but the effect of being dried off by him was exhilarating. My flesh was becoming so sensitive to every touch, my nipples beaded begging for his touch, and my pussy began to moisten. I bit my lip to trap a whimper in my throat and had to concentrate not to push my hips back when he rubbed the towel over them again on his way back to my feet.

He slowly worked the towel up between my legs, rubbing my thigh, stopping short of my pussy. He then began to dry my tummy in slow, measured strokes that were driving me crazy. My breathing was becoming choppy and I began to shake all over. He brought the rough terry cloth over my nipples and the whimper I had been holding slipped from between my clenched teeth. 

His hot breath washed over my ear as he purred "My, what a little whore you've turned into." When I didn't say anything he dropped the towel and cupped my breast in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers before pinching them hard, making my cry out. "Tell me what a little slut you are, Emmy." He ordered in a husky voice.

I couldn't think with my body doing a slow burn. My muscles felt like jelly and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding to the floor in a puddle at his feet. He muttered something under his breath and his hands fell away from my breast. He stood behind me not saying a word, but I was too scared to look over my shoulder at him and have him see the flush of desire I knew was all over my face. I felt so ashamed that I felt this way toward him, I wanted the floor to open up so I could sink through it.

"Where's your room?" Brian suddenly demanded, opening the door then grabbing my arm. He propelled me into the hall, then waited for me to point to one of the two bedrooms. When I did he dragged me forward then pushed me inside, slamming the door behind him.

I stopped in the middle of the room and stared up at him with eyes that had gone wide. He brushed past me to sit on the corner of my futon then looked back up at me. He didn't say a word, just pointed to the spot in front of him. I walked toward him in a trance-like state to stand infront of him. He reached up and grabbed my wrist in his hand and pulled me down to my knees infront of him. He didn't release me, although his hold was loose as he ran his fingers over my pulse point in a slow caress.

"What am I going to do with you Emmy?" he asked softly. By the way he was looking at me he felt about as lost as I was feeling. "You do know I can't just forget about tonight, don't you?"

"Brian please, you said you wouldn't tell anyone." I whimpered softly, leaning in toward him.

"I did… but you need to be punished Emmy. What you were doing tonight was wrong." He told me. He got a far away look on his face, then tugged on my wrist, pulling me up and over his knees.

I began to struggle, not liking the position I was in when his open palm landed on my butt with a sting that took my breath away. Before I could draw breath back into my lungs his hand landed on my backside again, harder this time, bringing tears to my eyes. Over and over his hand pelted my now tender ass. I began trying to wiggle away, but his other hand had a firm grip on my hip, holding me still for his punishment.

Tears now running down my face I began to sob quietly. I lost count of how many times his hand connected with my flesh, all I could think about was the pain. Lost and at sea it took me a few minutes to realize he had stopped and was gently rubbing my stinging butt. With each pass of his hand the pain lessened. He rubbed first one check, then the other, his fingers slipping over and caressing the swell of my ass where my thigh began. With each pass his finger moved closer to my mound until he was caressing it on every pass.

My sobs slowed, then trickled to small hiccups as he smoothed my abused flesh. Slowly his fingers pushed past my lips and into the wetness gathered between my legs. I moaned quietly as he lazily circled my clit making it hard. I began to tremble as my body went into a slow burn of desire. I pushed my hips into his invading fingers and whimpered as he pushed one finger deep inside of me, setting off sparks throughout my body and mind.

"Mmm, what do we have here?" Brian asked huskily. "You're so wet, little Emmy. Do you like this? Do you like being touched by me, you little whore?" He asked. I didn't say anything. I just shook my head and moaned again when he pushed his finger deeper inside of me. He withdrew his fingers, then without warning his hand slammed down on my ass, making me yelp out in surprise and pain. He rubbed the sting away then slid his hand back down to stroke my clit, circling it, just barely touching me. "I asked you a question slut. Do you like it when I touch you like this?" he snapped.

Afraid he would once again slap me I whimpered a word through my tight throat. "Yes". I wanted to cry again from the shame, but bit my lips and tried to fight my body's reaction to his touch. His touch was like magic though, stealing away my control and making me want even more. I lifted my head and looked up at his handsome face. His eyes were watching his fingers as it moved over my sensitive core. He appeared to be almost in a trance as he slowly stroked me, driving me crazy.

He slowly lifted his eyes and stared into mine for a minute. Before glancing back at my ass. In a voice grown tight, he started talking. It seemed as if he was almost talking to himself. "I know this wrong, but dammit I can't stop. God after what you did to me tonight, and now I'm touching you and hearing you moan, I can't stop myself. I think in the back of my head I've always wanted you, I just fought it since you were my sweet little cousin Emmy. But tonight you pushed me past caring about that." He looked back up at me then and the hunger in his eyes stole my breath. "God Emmy, why did you have to push my control like that?" He demanded.

Without giving me a chance to say anything at all, even if I had known what to say, Brian wrapped his fist in my hair and tugged me up until I was straddling his thighs. He pulled my head back and his lips slammed down hard on mine almost brutally. As his tongue speared into my mouth a thrill ran through my body. He kissed me like all his control was gone, like he was starving and I my mouth was the only thing that would save him. His other hand roved over my body, touching me everywhere, pushing my desire higher. He took without asking and I gave everything I could. I knew this was wrong too, but I didn't even think of trying to stop him, just kissed him back, sucking his tongue into my mouth.

We kissed for what felt like hours before he broke contact of our lips and drug air into his lungs. He stared into my eyes the gently pushed me off his lap and onto the floor. When I was kneeling infront of him he released my hair and undid his pants then pushed them over his hip. I gasped when his cock came into view. It was huge, by far the biggest I'd ever seen. I had no idea how big it was, I just knew it had to be over nine inches long and about as thick as my wrist.

My eyes flew to his face, and I shook my head no. I small evil smile played around the corners of his lips. "Oh yes." He said quietly. His hand shot out and grabbed my hair and pulled my head into his lap. He using his other hand he gripped his dick and he lightly slapped my face with it. "What's wrong my little whore? You liked it well enough when you were grinding against it and getting off." He slapped my lips with it, then rubbed the head over my lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum glistening on them. " Open your mouth slut, and suck me." He ordered.




Blackmailed



I was looking up at him now with pleading eyes, begging him not to do this, but he just slapped my lips again then pushed his cock against them until I reluctantly open my mouth. He was so large I had trouble opening my mouth wide enough to wrap my lips around him. I had no idea what I was doing. I'd always drawn the line at sucking anyone. I hated the thought of having a dick in my mouth. I fought my natural instinct to pull away. With tears gathering in my eyes I moved me mouth over him slowly. 

He made a sound of disgust then pulled his cock out of my mouth. "What the hell do you call that? Are you now acting like you've never sucked dick?" He demanded.

I shook my head and looked down at the floor. I couldn't look at him. " No, I never have. I never wanted to." I told him. My voice wavered and a tear rolled down my face. 

He laughed softly before putting a finger under my chin and forcing me to look up. "Well Emmy, you're about to learn how, and you're going to act like you love it. Do you understand me?" I shook my head yes and he placed his dick back at my lips. " Now lick the head, then open your mouth and suck it in as deep as you can, while rubbing it with your tongue."

My tongue shot out and slowly licked the mushroom shaped head. As I tasted his pre-cum I discover it didn't taste all that bad and repeated the action again, slower this time. Brian groaned deep in his throat and whispered how good that felt. I looked up at him and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut. He looked like he was in pain. I started to stop, but his hips bucked and his cock slipped into my mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what he told me to do. I took as much of his throbbing member into my mouth as I could, caressing it with my tongue the whole time. I took a deep breath through my nose and my lungs filled up with his masculine scent. It was intoxicating and I took anther breath then slowly started to bob my head on his thick shaft. I couldn't believe how good it felt having him in my mouth, or how excited I was getting as I sucked him even deeper into my mouth, until the head was butting against my throat. I almost gagged and moved my head and found that at different angle I could take more of him into my mouth. My nose was now buried in his black pubic hair, tickling it. I pulled my head up then pulled him out of my mouth to lick the head again before going back down.

Brian wrapped his hand him my hair and told me to use my hand like I was giving him a hand job. I brought my little hand up and tried to wrap it around the bottom of the shaft, but my fingers wouldn't meet. Slowly I started to pump it in time with my bobbing and sucking mouth. Before long I felt his cock swell and throb, then I felt his hot cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed by reflex and discover it tasted really good. After that I started sucking harder, trying to get all I could from him.

As his dick twitched and the last of his cum drizzled into my mouth, I felt his hands smoothing my hair. I looked up as I licked his now softening member, and he smiled at me. "Not bad my little whore. Now come here."

I hated being called that, but I stood up and moved to the futon and sat where he had patted. He turned toward me and kissed me softly. He cupped my face in his hand before sliding it down my neck to my shoulder, then pushed me back onto the bed. I looked up at his face as he loomed over me, shocked by the desire building in me. His eyes traveled my body and I had to fight the urge to pull his shirt off so I could touch his flesh.

"Damn Emmy, I want to touch you all over, I just don't know where to start." He looked back up at my face and stared me in the eyes. "So Emmy, do we stop now or do we finish this?" he asked softly.

My hands started moving before my mind had even decided what to do. They pulled his shirt up over his flat stomach, baring his nice six-pack, then up under his arms. I let go of the shirt and ran my hands over his hairy chest, loving the feeling of it beneath my fingers. He groaned deep in his throat as my palms slid over his ribcage and my fingertips found his brown little nipples and stroked them.

He tore his body away and ripped his shirt off, tossing it to the floor before falling back on me and kissing my face all over. I tangled my hand in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine for a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues dueled, sliding against one another, before retreating, to stab back again. Our hands raced over flesh turned feverish with need, fighting to feel as much as possible.

His lips tore from mine, then went on a journey that soon had me withering beneath him. His tongue lapped at my nipple before his teeth pulled it deep into his hot, hungry mouth. He growled something against my skin that sent tingles through out my body, causing my womb to contract. My hips bucked off the bed and contacted with his before his weight pinned me to the futon again, grinding into me. 

Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I moaned as his teeth tugged my nipple harder. I bit my lips to stop myself from begging him to touch me where I most needed to be touched. As if reading my mind his hand slid over my quivering stomach, then over my smooth mound. Slowly his fingers parted my pussy lips, then they were pushing inside of me, stretching me. A scream escaped my throat as his fingers pushed deeper into me and his thumb found my clit and began to circle it.

He raised his head from my breast to watch my face as his fingers moved inside of me. "You like that don't you, slut?" His voice was raspy and moved over my nerve endings like caress. I whimpered and shook my head. "No Emmy, tell me you like it, and that you're my slut now." He demanded.

At that moment I would've done anything he wanted. I could feel my orgasm building, stretching my nerves and setting fire to my blood. I stared him deep in the eyes and shook my head again as I answered his command. " Yes Brian, I love it, and yes I am your slut now. Just don't stop, please." I begged.

He smiled down at me for a second before moving down my body and replacing his thumb with his mouth. I screamed again and bucked my hips against his mouth. His arm wrapped around my hips and held me to the bed as his tongue drove me crazy. It rubbed my clit then stabbed into me, only to pull back out again. It was so much more intense than anything I'd ever done before. I couldn't draw air into my straining lungs. I started to thrash my head back and forth as I rode the waves of pleasure his mouth was setting off throughout my body. 

As the first surge of my orgasm hit I screamed again, wrapping my hands in his hair and pulling him closer to my pulsating pussy. His hand grabbed my wrists and before I knew what he was doing he was pinning my arms above my head as his hips settled between mine. I looked up at him dazed before I realized he was about to enter me. "Brian, NO." He stopped for a second then pushed forward, slipping into my soaking wet sheath. I whimpered and shook my head as he pushed forward, stretching me to the point of pain. "Brain stop, please." I begged. "The protection," I panted as he pushed the rest of the way into me, bottoming out.

"Fuck it" he rasped, then started to move. He pulled almost all the way out then slammed home again, making my cry out in pain and pleasure. God he was so huge, I felt stuffed full, like I had never been before. His pace was slow and deliberate as he moved inside of me, over me, rubbing my nipples with his torso, making my bite me lips to contain a scream. 

My body began to slowly adjust to his size, and every time he moved new sensations would build onto of old ones. I felt like I was burning up from the inside out. My flesh was super sensitive and my head felt like it was about to explode. I looked down my body, to where we were connected, and couldn't tell where I ended and he began. It blew my mind to watch his dick sliding into me. 

I looked up at his face to find him watching me closely. As our eyes held, his hand worked it way between our bodies to pinch my clit between his fingers. I moaned and arched my hips off the bed, wrapping my legs around his hips. I hesitantly began to move with him, my hips matching his every trust.

He threw his head back and hammered into me as he continued to roll my clit between his fingers. The combined sensations soon sent me over the edge. I fought against his hand holding my arms above my head as my hips rocked hard against him. My pussy grabbed at his cock as I began to pulsate with pleasure.

Brian feeling my body grab hold of his dick and squeeze, began to slam into me, fighting for his release. His strokes became short and choppy, then he went rigid above me. He began to shudder as his dick throbbed deep inside of me, spilling his seed, filling me. 

He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and held me tight. I pulled against his hold on my wrist and he let go. I pushed at his shoulders, wanting him off me, but he lifted his head, looking down at me with grim satisfaction written all over his face. He started laughing softly, before he slowly pulled his limp dick from me, rolling to his side.

I scrambled to my feet and turned toward him, fighting for composure. "Why did you do that?" I demanded. "What if you just got me pregnant, Brian?" Without waiting for him to say anything, I turned toward the door, heading toward the bathroom to see if I couldn't do something about his cum deep inside of me. 

"What would you say, Emmy, if I told you it didn't matter to me if I did?" He asked softly.

I froze half way across the room. Slowly I turned to face him. He leaned up on his elbows to give me a small smile. I nervously licked my bottom lips, shaking my head to clear it. " What? I mean why would it not matter to you?"

He gave a small laugh then fell back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. "I know this might be hard for you to believe but I kinda hope you did just get pregnant." He said, rolling his head to stare at me. He looked so serious and upset at the same time, I found myself moving toward him. When I stopped beside the futon he took my hand and gentle pulled me down beside of him. His fingers played with mine for a long minute before he cleared his throat and looked back up at me. "As bad as it sounds, it would be a way I could hold onto you. If you were carrying my child you couldn't just disappear from my life for another four years." 

I stared into his deep blue eye trying to make sense out of what he had just said. I shook my head; it just didn't make any since at all. " I don't get it Brian, why would you want to hold on to me? I mean, what we just did was great and everything, but it was wrong."

He looked away from me, squeezing my hand before letting it go. He pushed up off the bed and pulled his pants back up and fastened the button before turning to face me. He groaned deep in his throat then grabbed his shirt off the floor and tossed it to me. 

I held it to my breast, just then realizing I was still nude. I quickly pulled the shirt on over my head, inhaling his scent that clung to the shirt. I ran my hands over it, smoothing it down in place. I looked back up at Brian to find him watching me again. I let my eyes wander over his strong chest, caressing visually what my hands had felt not long ago.

"If you don't stop looking at me like that, I won't be held responsible for what I might do, Emmy." His voice was low and husky and I glanced down at the front of his pants to find him hard once again. I felt a thrill run through me, knowing that me just looking at him had this effect. His body got tensed up like he was about to come to me but instead he turned and walked over to my dresser. He toyed with some of the things that littered the top before he turned back to face me. "Listen… I know what we did is wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. Not at all. God Emmy, I swear being inside of you felt like the closest to heaven I've ever been. Something that felt that good can't be wrong." He cursed under his breath, looking away again. " Damn I suck at this."

I stood up and moved slowly to stand in front of him. Gently I placed my hand on his chest and looked up into his handsome face. "What are you trying to say Brian? I'm lost here."

He laughed softly. "No more lost than I am, I guarantee you that." He bent down and kissed me, running his tongue over my lips before slowly pushing it inside. This kiss was like nothing we had shared tonight; it was soft and so full of emotion that I couldn't name. He broke the kiss and smiled, running the back of his fingers down my cheek. "What I am trying to say is that I love you. That I have for a long time. I took advantage of tonight so I could just be with you." He smirked then shook his head. "I guess I was just being unrealistic in hoping you would feel the same way."

He pushed away from me and started toward the door. I stood rooted to the floor in shock. He had just told me he loved me and that he had for a while now. I couldn't believe it. I realized he was headed out the door and I jump forward, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Brian…" he slowly turned to face me with an uncertain expression on his face. " You can't drop that kind of bomb shell than walk away" I told him. I let go of his arm and walked over to the bed and sat down. I looked down at my feet then pulled the up, wrapping my arms around my legs. Without looking up at him I cleared my throat. " I don't know how I feel about you. I love you, but I don't know if it is the same way you love me." I looked up at him then. "But Brian, I would like the chance to find out, that is, if you can give me the time."

He laughed and came to me, pulling me up into a tight hug that took my breath. He kissed me hard but his kiss turned gently quickly. His tongue thrust into my mouth, tangling with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. With his hands at my hips, he lowered me to the bed. His hand started racing over my body, stealing my breath. They touched my breast before sliding down my stomach, then on down until he was cupping me in his palm. I broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "Promise me something though."

"Anything, Emmy. Anything at all."

"Until I know for sure what I feel, we use condoms, ok?" I asked softly.

"Ok Emmy" he kissed me softly before pulling away and coming to his feet. He gave me a wicked smile before turning toward the door. "In that case, I think I'd better go get them off the counter in the kitchen." He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on my breast. " I think we're going to need the whole package tonight."



Blackmailed



Joey can't remember where this all started, his fascination with the school's guidance counselor, maybe when she would ignore him and instead entertain the jocks that went to her office for counseling or maybe this woman was just really desirable. Joey Jones was 18, a high school senior, and the captain of the chess team. There were other girls his age that he was interested in but there was something about the counselor that captivated him.

The guidance counselor was Mrs. Zilpha Rollins; she's the guidance counselor of Joey's high school for the past 10 years. Zilpha Rollins is a 43-year-old mother of three teenage girls. She's married to a state prosecutor of the local circuit court and a man almost 20 years her senior. 

Aside from being on the chess team and being a true blue nerd Joey had other interests, most prominent among them is his fondness with computers such that he and some of his friends formed a group that helps with maintaining the computers of the high school. But Joey's favorite pastime was fantasizing about Mrs. Rollins. He would jerk off night and day imagining Mrs. Rollins in different sexual acts with him. One time the picture of Mrs. Rollins was published on the school paper, so Joey got a ton of that and used her pictures to masturbate on. Joey was bursting with sexual tension such that he could not take it anymore he had to fuck Mrs. Rollins soon or he will go crazy. 

That opportunity came when Joey's club was asked to upgrade the existing computers of the Guidance office. So Saturday morning Joey's group were at school preparing for their work. When the computers were assigned to the members Joey volunteered to work on the computer of Mrs. Rollins. So the teacher in charge gave him the key to Mrs. Rollins' office and then he proceeded to her office. Upon entering the room Joey was met with a familiar scent, an erotic scent that always accompanied Mrs. Rollins the scent alone gave Joey a boner. He then inspected the computer of Mrs. Rollins and then turned it on. After booting up Joey went directly to the windows explorer to check the files of Mrs. Rollins. There was nothing out of the ordinary on her folders and files. But when Joey changed the explorer setting to enable the viewing of hidden files Joey was presented with several folders that were hidden. 

So he opened each one of them some folders contained examinations others contained family pictures and a lot of DOS based games. By now Joey was beginning to get frustrated there was nothing exciting on Mrs. Rollins' computer. But when he opened the hidden folder named "XXX" he found out that it contained several jpeg files, named ZilphaAndJeric1, ZilphaAndJeric2, ZilphaAndJeric3 so he opened the pictures and to his surprise and utter delight the pictures where of Mrs. Rollins in various sexual acts with some guy. Joey's boner got harder upon viewing the pictures, although only in pictures, it was the first time that he saw Mrs. Rollins naked. He could not help but stroke on his member. But what intrigued him was that the guy with Mrs. Rollins was not her husband and the guy looked very familiar. Joey's heart skipped as he remembered who was the man with Mrs. Rollins it was Mr. Batte a former assistant principal of the high school, who left 2 years ago he was also an assistant coach on the soccer team. His eyes lighted up and an idea came up to him on how to get inside Mrs. Rollins' panties, the word was "BLACKMAIL" .

So he hurriedly copied the files from her computer and then shut it off. He was very excited about planning Mrs. Rollins' blackmail finally he'll get the chance to fuck this beautiful and sophisticated mature lady. 

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It was Monday morning, Zilpha just got out of the shower and grabbed a towel and began drying herself off. She was thinking about Eric, and how she missed being fucked. Her affair with her colleague started on one of the school's affairs were the guy made advances on her, and being lonely herself she entertained those advances and that started their forbidden affair. Their affair was quite kinky such that Eric would take pictures of them in various sexual positions at first Zilpha was a bit apprehensive about the pictures but that didn't stop Eric from taking them, in time she grew accustomed to the fact that this experiment spiced up there relationship. Her affair with Eric ended two years ago when the he got transferred to another school. At first he would keep in touch with her but as time passed the letters and phone calls to the office became scarce and scarcer until the letters stopped coming completely. Zilpha just consoled herself that it was fun while it lasted. 

Those thoughts aroused Zilpha such that she had to relieve herself. She could not rely on her husband for sex because he was just too old and uninterested with her; she had a suspicion that her husband was having an affair with another woman. And that too was part of the reason why she pushed through with her affair with Eric. So Zilpha, after drying off, locked the bathroom door and then sat on the toilet and then spread her long slender legs apart and then started to rub her pussy. While rubbing her pussy she imagined Eric ramming his cock in to her wet pussy. After a few minutes Zilpha came to an earth pounding orgasm. 

"Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" Zilpha suppressed a scream.

After her orgasm Zilpha lazily rubbed her pussy and rested on the toilet seat, her mind drifted to her previous encounters with her lover. Her daydream was cut short when she heard a knock on the door.

"Mom, hurry up, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be late for school!" her daughter yelled at her at the other side of the door.

Zilpha was startled from her self-induced slumber and hurriedly cleaned herself and then went out of the bathroom. She forgot that it was a Monday, the start of the school week. 

When she arrived at school she went directly to her mailbox to check if she had any mail. There was one Manila envelope on her mailbox. But there was no return address on the envelope. So she just didn't mind the envelope and began a conversation with a fellow teacher. After engaging the Home Ec. teacher in some mindless conversation she went to her office and then opened the envelope. Zilpha was shocked when she saw the contents of the envelope. It was the print outs of the pictures of her and Eric making love in her house. She grew nervous as she tried to remember who sent her those printouts. As she inspected the package her cell phone received a text message that said

09173004418 – Mrs. Rollins I assume that you received the enveloped I sent you. If you want this pictures to remain our secret open your e-mail account and open the mail from zrlls@yahoo.com there will be instructions for you there.

Upon reading the text message Zilpha felt a chill run up to her spine. She was scared of what might happen if the pictures would be seen by her family, her friends, and the school board she would certainly lose her family, career, everything. She contemplated for a moment on what to do but after a few minutes of weighing the impact of those pictures on her she decided to follow the instructions from the text message. When she opened her account there were several unread messages for but she was only interested in the e-mail given by the text message. As she perused through the messages her heart raced in anticipation of what the message would be. When she had found the right e-mail she immediately clicked on it and as expected there were instructions listed for her to follow. First she was to log in to an IRC chat room and she would look for the nickname batboy from the names that were logged in. 

Joey waited patiently for the for Mrs. Rollins' message, he had intentionally missed school so that he could wait for her reply. He was nervous yet very excited at the prospect of fulfilling his fantasies with Mrs. Rollins, he also was having second thoughts about pushing thru with his plan, he was concerned on how she will react to this – she might report to the police or she might tell his parents? But the thought of finally having his mature teacher for his own won out from all the other options. After an hour of waiting on a blank screen finally a message was printed on the screen

Teacher> Hello are you there? 

Joey thought that her nickname was very appropriate for her, and her greeting was very pleasant to someone who wants blackmail you. 

Bad boy>Yes!

Teacher> what do you want from me? She asked

Bad boy> we will get to that in a little while. Joey replied through the computer

Bad boy>it is important that you know were you stand on this deal. I have the e-mail addresses of all the important persons in your life and in one click of the mouse they will receive these very revealing pictures the next time they open their e-mail accounts. Do you understand? 

Joey explained to her predicament to her. Then there was a pause for about 2 minutes, which irritated Joey.

Bad boy>you better not hang up on me now Mrs. Rollins!

Teacher>I'm still here and yes I understand you. But who are you? Is this you Eric?

Bad boy>you'll get to know me later.

Teacher>what do you want? How much will this cost me? Tell me! 

She screamed through the Internet.

Bad boy>I don't want your money! I just want to have what old Mr. Batte has been getting.

Teacher>that's out of the question mister! I don't even know you and there is no way I am going to have sex with you.

Bad boy>Ok Mrs. Rollins say goodbye to your career, because right now I am going to send an e-mail to the head of the school board. Goodbye!

There was a pause for several seconds before Mrs. Rollins responded

Teacher>No please don't do that, Ok I'll agree to what you want!

Came her quick reply. 

Teacher> so how will we do this?

Bad boy>Now that's a good girl? Ok I want you to stay after school and at around 6:00 pm I'll be right there at your office. Don't tell anybody about this or you'll kiss your lovely career goodbye.

Teacher>OK

Then she hung up.

That afternoon Joey went to school. While he was at his class he could not wait for 6:00 pm because everybody would be going home already. While Joey was delirious with excitement Zilpha could not concentrate on her job she was scared of what the man from the Internet will do to her. As the time drew near for their appointed meeting Zilpha was feeling anxious and she was thinking of backing out of there deal but she also thought of the repercussions of those photos on her family. So finally 6 pm came Zilpha readied herself. After about 5 minutes a knock came on the door. So she opened it and saw Joey.

"Oh Joey I don't have time to see you now, I am waiting for someone important." Joey knew that Mrs. Rollins would never suspect that it was him that got the pictures.

"In the contrary Ma'm I thinking that you will have all the time to see me!" 

"What do..." Her voice trailed as it became clear who was the culprit behind this blackmail.

"It's you Joey?" her face turning a bit red in anger.

"Yes, its me" Joey confidently replied

"OK now this foolishness stops right here young man!" She replied in her most authoritative tone.

"SHUT UP! I am still in control here. Remember that I still had those photos!" Joey screamed at her as he entered the room and locked the door.

Zilpha, realizing that she does not stand a chance against what this young man has in his possession, pleaded to Joey.

"Why are doing this to me? What did I do to you to deserve this treatment?" she asked Joey 

"I've been good to you, Joey" 

"Good to me? Good to me when you ignored me on your classes and when my classmates make fun of me you were the first one to laugh at their Joey jokes. And all you have time for are the jocks of this school and a nerd like me could not even get inside your office." 

"But Joey that's not true." 

"Oh please stop it Mrs. Rollins, I'm not here to debate on this. You know why I'm here so quit stalling or I'll go home and one click of the mouse your career as you know it will be over." Joey told her with irritation in his voice.

"I should not have had that affair with Eric, it's just that he caught me when I was really very lonely." She tried desperately to appear very disappointed.

"Enough talk now!" Joey cut her short as he sat on her swivel chair.

"I think it's about time we get started." Joey commanded.

"You're really going thru with this, Joey?" she asked him but she really knows the answer.

"Yes, I do" he replied

"Well then, where should we start?" she asked him utter resignation.

"Stand in front of me." Joey instructed her

She turned around and just stood there in front of him. 

"Please unbutton your blouse." 

Zilpha hesitated for a moment then one by one she unbuttoned her white satin blouse. After having undone all the buttons Zilpha stood in front of Joey with her satin blouse draping over her bra covered breasts.

"Now remove your blouse and your bra." 

"No Joey, I can't do this!" she protested.

"Your doing fine Mrs. Rollins, just do what I'll say and you will be fine." Joey reminded her.

So having no choice Zilpha slowly let her blouse fall to the ground and then gently unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Now she was naked, from the waist up, in front of her student.

Seeing Mrs. Rollins' naked breasts gave Joey a major hard on such that he could not help but rub his rigid member through his pants. Zilpha just stared at his hand rubbing his throbbing member.

She imagined how it would feel touching a live cock again. Seeing her young student stroking his penis through his pants made her quite excited such that she was getting wet between her thighs.

"Now, play with your breasts." 

Feeling aroused herself Zilpha did not hesitate to follow the young man's request. So she gently cupped her breasts with two hands and then kneaded them, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples all the while staring at Joey's hand on his crotch. Zilpha was beginning to enjoy this until

"Ok that's enough!" 

Zilpha immediately stopped giving attention to her breasts. Joey could see that there was a hint of disappointment on her face when she stopped massaging her breasts.

"Come closer to me Mrs. Rollins!" 

As she walked closer to Joey her eyes were still glued at his crotch area. Then Joey held her by the waist and pulled her to him such that she was leaning over Joey, then he gently cupped both of her breasts and then gently massaged her lovely orbs then he slowly licked one of Mrs. Rollins' erect pink nipples. 

Zilpha tried to control herself; although she knows that she was being blackmailed in to doing this act she was enjoying what Joey was doing to her such that when she felt Joey's hot tongue on her nipple

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh..." Zilpha let out a faint moan expressing her satisfaction to her young student's actions. 

Upon hearing his teacher's moan Joey knew that he has gotten his mature teacher aroused, so he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and then gently guided Mrs. Rollins' hand to his hard as a rock penis. 

Once she touched Joey's manhood Zilpha instinctively enveloped it into her soft hands and then began a stroking motion, sending young Joey trembling in shear pleasure. Zilpha was surprised by the size of the boy's cock; Eric's cock was just half the size of this monster. The feeling of Joey's humongous member in her hand excited her even more so Zilpha kept on stroking her young students throbbing member while he sustained his onslaught on her bare breasts. 

"Oh Mrs. Rollins that really feels goooooooood!" Joey expressed his satisfaction on the job being done to him by his mature teacher.

The two of them drifted into fits of pleasure until, a ring on the phone interrupted their sexual act. So Zilpha reluctantly let go of Joey's cock and then straightened up and then answered the phone.

"Good evening Mrs. Rollins, your husband has just arrived to pick you up ma'm!" came the voice of the on duty guard.

After putting the receiver down Zilpha immediately got her bra and put on her blouse.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Rollins?" Joey impatiently asked her.

"My husband's here to pick me up, hurry up now get dressed." She nervously told Joey.

" Okay, but Mrs. Rollins, remember I'm not finished with you yet!" Joey warned her as he got up and zipped up his pants.

"Ok Joey, but please leave right now before my husband catches you here! Please!!!" Zilpha pleaded to her student.

"But before I go can I have a goodbye kiss?" Joey mischievously asked her.

Without saying a word Zilpha kissed Joey on the lips but she was taken by surprise when Joey introduced his tongue to her mouth so Zilpha had no choice but to suck on young Joey's tongue. Then after a few seconds Zilpha pushed Joey back and then

"Now please leave right now Joey, before my husband gets here. Please!" Zilpha begged her young student.

So Joey sensing that Mrs. Rollins was on the verge of tears reluctantly let go of her and then went out the door.

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Zilpha sat down on her chair shocked at what has transpired. She could not believe what has just happened to her, she felt ashamed of herself but at the same time she enjoyed it too. Her arousal was evidenced by a dripping pussy that needed to be taken cared of. Zilpha was confused, she could not comprehend why she enjoyed being touched by someone who was trying to blackmail her and she could not understand why upon touching young Joey's cock she felt an impulse to masturbate him in order to please him. These thoughts struggled through her mind as she stared on a blank wall waiting for her husband to come.

When Joey got out of the office he walked to the guardhouse where the phone call to Mrs. Rollins' office came from. There he saw Mr. Rollins getting out of his car, he saw a man about 60 years old with gray hair and a small frame, he thought to himself this man could not satisfy Zilpha and what would this old man do if he knew that 5 minutes ago he had been licking his wife's succulent breasts. So with that thought Joey suppressed a laugh and then headed home, he could not wait for tomorrow so that he could continue what he started with Mrs. Rollins. 

When her husband arrived Zilpha she had already packed her things and she was ready to go. 

While they were driving home, Zilpha was looking out the window, her mind wandered to the incident with Joey she kept rewinding the scenes that happened earlier. As the episode, which occurred earlier flashed into her mind she could feel her vagina getting wet, soaking her lace panties in the process. She imagined holding on to Joey's cock and then masturbating her young student until his white hot cum flowed out of his enormous cock. Zilpha's daydream was cut short when they pulled up on their drive way. After disembarking from the car Zilpha immediately proceeded to the bathroom, ignoring her daughter that met her by the door, she needed a cold shower. While she took a shower, she reasoned with herself, she could not let emotion dictate her actions she must be reasonable, she could not let Joey have her. It would not be right, although she was yearning for a man, she could let her student blackmail her in to fucking him. These thoughts played out in her mind as she lingered in the shower to cool down her aching pussy. When she finished her shower she made a decision, she would not accede to Joey's bid but give him an alternate proposition.

********************************** The next day, Joey woke very early; he was excited to go to school. So Joey got dressed and then went to school very early. At around 8:15 AM, when all the students where milling to their respective classrooms, Joey went to Mrs. Rollins' office. As he peeked into her room he greeted his teacher




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"Good morning, Mrs. Rollins! Did you sleep well last night?" Joey asked Zilpha in effort to mock her.

Zilpha was startled to see Joey this early, but she kept her composure and answered her young student's query.

"Oh its you Joey, I did not sleep as well as I would like to." She answered him without hesitation.

Then Joey entered the room and locked the door behind him.

"Well, Mrs. Rollins are you ready to continue where we left off yesterday?" 

He asked his teacher while he got her hand and guided it to his throbbing cock and rubbed his cock with it through his pants.

"Joey, I have something to tell you." Zilpha interrupted as she removed her hand from his crotch.

"What?" Joey irritatedly asked her.

"Joey I can't let you have intercourse with me, because that would not be right. I'm old enough to be your mother." Zilpha explained to Joey with determination written all over her face.

"Ok, if that's your decision, fine. Just be ready for the consequences of that decision." Joey calmly told her while heading for the door.

But before he could turn the knob open, Zilpha grabbed his arm and 

"Wait, I'm not finished yet. I said we can't have sex but I can do a lot of other things to pleasure you, like shall we say masturbate you? But that's as far as I can go Joey. Please understand?" Zilpha presented her proposition to her blackmailing student.

"What if I say no, Mrs. Rollins?" 

"Well as I told you that is as far as I can go, Joey." Zilpha held her breathe as she waited for his answer.

Joey thought for a moment, He could say no to her proposal and she would be true to her word that masturbating him was as far as she could go, then he would email those pictures and that would start a scandal of sorts. Then Mrs. Rollins would suffer the consequences but he still would not have had her. But if he agrees to her proposal, at least he would be rewarded by a hand job from his mature teacher.

"Ok, Mrs. Rollins I'll agree to what you've said, but that would not just be a one time affair." Joey countered an offer.

"Ok, Joey, then that's settled. You'll not expose those pictures if I masturbate you." Zilpha clarified with him.

"Now can we start?" Joey impatiently asked her.

"We can't do it here Joey. Someone might barge into this office any time." 

"Skip school tomorrow morning and go to my house so that we'll have some privacy." Zilpha explained to Joey while she hands him a piece of paper containing her address. "But... but..." Joey was trying to protest but Zilpha placed her finger on Joey's lips and then gently kissed him on the lips to stop his protestations.

"Now, Joey be a good boy and return to your class. And I'll see you tomorrow." Zilpha told her young blackmailer after she broke their kiss.

"Well... Ok Mrs. Rollins." Joey finally ended his protest, he was mesmerized by Zilpha's kiss.

After Joey went out, Zilpha sat down and heaved a sigh of relief. After contemplating on what happened Zilpha smiled to herself, she was getting out of this trouble anyway.

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The very next day Joey, woke up at around 6:00 in the morning and by 7:30 he was standing across Zilpha's house. He could still see her husband's car on the driveway, so he concluded that he might still be in the house. So Joey patiently waited until 8:00 then he saw Mrs. Rollins' husband and her daughters went out the house and then boarded the car. Now he was sure that Mrs. Rollins was alone in their house. Joey waited for another 10 minutes before he approached Mrs. Rollins' house, he wanted to make sure that the car was not about to return.

Zilpha made breakfast early and then took a bath. She told her husband that she would not be going with them this morning because had to finish a report that was due this morning. When her family finished breakfast she hurriedly cleaned the kitchen and changed to her office uniform, which was a white satin blouse and an aqua green skirt, which was just cut above the knee. By 8:00 she was already pretending to work on some papers on her desk. By 8:10 her doorbell rang, Zilpha immediately got up and opened the door it was Joey.

"Good Morning Mrs. Rollins" Joey greeted her.

"Good Morning, Joey comes in." Zilpha replied as she guided him in, trying to project a smile.

"Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Zilpha told Joey acting very hospitable.

When Joey was seated, Zilpha sat beside him and then gently placed her hand on his thigh, in an effort to calm his nerves thus giving him an instant boner.

"So Joey, are you ready?" Zilpha asked Joey, she was eager to get this thing over with.

"I'm ready Mrs. Rollins, I've been ready for you the past 2 years." 

"Joey, I think if we are going to do this you should call me Zilpha, at least while were doing this." 

"Ok Mrs. ... err... Zilpha" Joey stammered his excitement growing with each passing second.

"Ok, Joey just sit here while I get something from my room." 

Zilpha got up and went upstairs to her room. When she returned she brought with her a towel and a bottle of hand lotion and then she sat beside him on the couch.

"Joey you can take it out now" Mrs. Rollins ordered him.

"Take out what?" Joey was confused by her demand.

"I mean take off your pants." Zilpha told him as she faked a smile. 

Joey anxiously followed her command he was really very excited such that when he pushed his jeans down, his cock sprang up, jutting from his nest of dark pubic hair. All ten inches of its glory.

Zilpha was surprised at how it looked like, it was enormous and its purple head looked like it will be bursting any time now. But Zilpha gathered her composure and acted as if seeing such a humongous cock was just an ordinary thing for her. Then Zilpha got hold of the bottle of lotion applied some on her palm and then she enveloped Joey's cock with it. Joey jerked as Zilpha's hand made contact with his cock. He could not believe it, his fantasies are becoming a reality the woman of his dreams was giving him a hand job. As Zilpha continued to stroke young Joey's cock she too felt a tingling sensation forming between her thighs, the same sensation that she felt when she held Joey's cock in her office. She was getting turned on again by what she's doing to her student. Such that Zilpha shifted her position, she was know kneeling on the carpet between Joey's spread legs, but still stroking his manhood. 

"Oh Zilphaaaaaaaaa... that feels really goooooooooooood!" Joey expressed his satisfaction as Zilpha milked his penis.

Encouraged by Joey's reaction Zilpha cupped his balls squeezing them gently while her other hand continued stroking his cock. Joey felt that he was nearing an orgasm, so he stopped Zilpha from stroking his cock and then "Mrs.. Err Zilpha, can you take off your blouse?" Joey asked her, he would not cum yet without feeling her body.

Without hesitation Zilpha stood up and then unbuttoned her blouse and then took it off. She is now just in her bra. Then Joey pulled her in to him, such that she was leaning over him on the couch and her bra covered tits were just a breath away from Joey's lips. Then Joey reached behind her and unhooked her bra and as her bra fell harmlessly on the couch Zilpha felt Joey's breathe brushing on her pink nipples causing it to stand erect. By now Zilpha's pussy was drenched with her love nectar, her breathing grew heavy in anticipation of what Joey might do next. Then without saying a word Joey licked one of her nipple and then gently sucked on it. Bringing about a soft moan of satisfaction from his mature teacher.

"Ummmmhhhhhh..." 

Zilpha felt guilty when Joey reached out and licked her breasts Zilpha knew she should stop him, but she couldn't. She was being carried away by the moment. Such that without Joey asking her she wrapped her soft hands around his massive cock and then started to jerk it off again.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Zilpha" Joey moaned as he continued to suck on her creamy white breasts.

After a few minutes of Joey's pleasurable onslaught on her bosom Zilpha was on the verge of an orgasm such that 

"Hhhhhhuuuuummmmmmhhhhhh..." Zilpha moaned as she bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body hardened and her grip on Joey's cock tightened as she came.

Joey was not aware that Mrs. Rollins had an orgasm because he too was on the verge of cumming. The pressure of Zilpha's intense stroking was just too much for Joey to take such that

"Zilphaaaaaaaaa... I'm cummmmmmming..." Joey screamed as he squirted his sperm all over her hand some of it hitting her skirt and her exposed belly.

As Joey violently came in her hand Zilpha continued to milk his cock until it went limp on her hand. Zilpha then sat down beside him; she too was exhausted from her orgasm. After regaining her bearings she immediately got the towel beside her and then wiped her hand with and then she reached for Joey's cock with it and then cleaned it from his sticky cum.

"Was it good Joey?" Zilpha broke the silence as she continued to clean his cock.

"It was the best, Mrs... err ... Zilpha" 

"Ok, now hurry up and zip up your pants coz I'm running late for a meeting at the office." Zilpha ordered her young student as she gave his limp cock one final rub before placing it inside his underwear.

"When can we do this again Mrs. Rollins?" Joey impatiently asked his teacher as he felt his cock beginning to get hard, caused by Zilpha's rubbing.

"Just let me know, so that we can make arrangements like this, coz we have to be discrete about this Joey we don't want anybody knowing about what we have been doing or else we can't be doing it anymore." Zilpha explained to young Joey.

"Can we do it on Saturday?" Joey suggested.

"Ok, I'll see what I can do for Saturday, Joey." Zilpha did not commit to Joey.

"Ok now, Joey hurry up someone might miss you at school." Zilpha suggested to Joey at the same time she went to the kitchen.

"Ok Ma'm I'll be going now." Joey told her as he got out the door.

When Zilpha returned from the kitchen Joey had already gone out. As she sat on the couch she saw remnants of Joey's cum on it and wiped it. Zilpha felt guilty about what she was doing but she reasoned to herself that by doing this she would be saving her family and there reputation, but to her there was a second reason for her actions she was actually getting turned on by the situation that a young man, such as young as Joey, would really be obsessed with her, a married woman of about twice his age. 

As she sat on the couch the events a few minutes ago flashed back on to her mind, She was holding Joey's 10-inch cock on her hand and jerking it off. She imagined how it would feel to get that humongous cock inside her pussy. These thoughts made her very horny such that she gently cupped her bosom and then made short circular motions on her nipples in an effort to pleasure herself. Then Zilpha hiked her skirt up to her waist and spread her long slender legs on both sides of the couch and then rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties and then placed the crotch of her panties aside and then she brushed her clitoris with her long, manicured finger nails. 

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Zilpha let out a soft moan as she imagined Joey's cock brushing on her clit.

After a few minutes of these, Zilpha was not yet that satisfied so she shoved two fingers into her drenched vagina as she visualized that Joey was ramming his ten -inch cock in and out of her pussy. This imagined vision was just too much for her such that


"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhh... Joey." Zilpha screamed as she came for the second that morning.

After her orgasm, Zilpha was lazily rubbing her pussy when she came back to reality. 

"No, I can't let my emotion rule me. You have a husband and a family you don't need this. That boy is just old enough to be your son. Masturbating him is as far as you can go with this boy." Zilpha reasoned with herself as she denied her feelings for the boy.

To be continued...



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Brian sat at the computer in his home office, trying to focus on work, but not doing a very good job of it. His wife had left for her office several hours earlier and he was taking the opportunity of a quiet Saturday morning at home to catch up on some overdue projects. Unfortunately, his mind kept wandering to thoughts of his new neighbors, or more specifically, his new neighbors teenage daughter.  From a few chats with them, he had learned that her name was Kristen, and she had just turned 18 a few months before. Kristen was taking this summer off before leaving for college in the fall. More importantly, what he’d discovered from his own observations was that Kristen was drop dead gorgeous and she seemed to spend most of her time sunning out by their pool. That was the source of Brian’s distractions. While he and his wife had a very active sex life, nothing managed to set a man’s desires aflame like the site of a nubile, tanned 18-year-old girl prancing around in one of her skimpy bikinis.  Every time Brian saw her, he was struck by how she combined the look of a sweet innocent teenager, with that of an experienced seductress. A look that usually had his head swimming with fantasies of what he would like to do with his nubile teenage neighbor.  With a silent chuckle, Brian shook his head and thought, who was he kidding? While he and his wife took care of themselves and were both attractive people, he was obviously no 20 year old anymore and a girl like this was sure to have no shortage of guys chasing after her. He knew that even if he were ten years younger, she was probably out of his league and he would have to be satisfied with his fantasies as far as his neighbor was concerned.  

Brian was startled from his daydreaming by a loud splash coming from his neighbors yard. Standing to look out of his office window, he spied Kristen emerging from the pool, her body revealed to him like some gorgeous sea nymph rising from the ocean.  Brian’s cock began to swell as Kristen rose from the water.  Brian’s gaze traveled over her body, drinking in the sight of her. Kristen had light brown hair, which hung, wetly to her tan shoulders. Her full red lips looked like they were aching to be kissed. She wore a metallic blue and pink bikini that seemed to caress her full young breasts and as the breeze played across her skin, her nipples hardened and swelled. Kristen’s smooth flat stomach was highlighted by a shiny belly button piercing, which seemed to dance with the warm summer sun reflecting from it. The matching, form fitting bikini bottom accented the swell of her hips and the smooth round cheeks of her firm ass. Brian’s gaze continued down Kristen’s long firm tan thighs, to her smooth strong calves and her dainty and very sexy feet.  His hard-on ached in his shorts as he watched Kristen lie back on one of the pool chaises and begin to coat the swell of her breasts and her firm flat stomach with a glistening coat of oil. Raising each leg in turn, Kristen smoothed languidly smoothed oil into each of her long tan legs.  Watching Kristen’s sensual display drove any sense of reason from Brian’s thoughts and he quickly rushed to the back yard to get a closer look at her. Walking slowly to the shed, Brian grabbed a few tools and set about trimming some of the hedges along the property line closest to Kristen’s house. 

Kristen smiled inwardly, knowing that her neighbor had been checking her out ever since her family had moved into the house next door. She’d been planning her seduction for several weeks now, almost since the first time she’d seen Brian running through the neighborhood on his morning jog. She knew that even as attractive as Brian’s wife was, once she’d set her sites on him, it was only a matter of time before his lust for her overcame reason. Kristen almost laughed out loud at the way he kept trying to check her out without her noticing.  Finally, Brian worked up the courage and as he approached the low fence separating their yards, said “Well hello. Catching some sun I see.”  

Kristen rolled onto her side and responded, “Hi there.”

Brian was mesmerized by the way the oil and perspiration rolled down her smooth tan skin. “So, how are you liking the neighborhood?” he asked.

With a sly smile, Kristen studied Brian and then suddenly asked, “Well are you going to introduce yourself or are you just going to stand there staring at my chest?” 

Brian stuttered with embarrassment as Kristen laughed softly and said, “Come on around through the gate.”  He walked around and coming up to Kristen, still slightly embarrassed, introduced himself. Kristen held out her hand, and recovering himself a bit, Brian quickly bent and softly kissed her hand. “Where is your wife at today? Kristen asked, knowing full well that she had left for the office early that morning and would be gone for several more hours. 

Brian told her and in turn asked, “and where are your parents at?” 

“They've gone to the lake for the weekend leaving me all by myself,” Kristen says coyly. Smiling as she notices Brian’s eyes wandering over her body again. Turning onto her stomach Kristen asks if he’d mind putting some oil on her back? His lips suddenly dry at the thought of touching that warm soft skin; Brian mutters something incoherent in reply. He pours some oil into his hands, and slowly warming it, begins to gently massage it into Kristen’s taut shoulders. Kristen purrs contentedly at the feel of Brian’s strong hands kneading her shoulders.  “Mmmm lower,” she purrs, without looking back at him. Brian’s fingers kneading her shoulders more firmly, he begins to trace his hands lower down her back. With her head turned away from, he takes the opportunity to gaze longingly at Kristen’s sweet firm ass and those long heavenly legs. Kristen sighs softly and growing bolder Brian strokes across her upper back and around to Kristen’s side, almost touching her breasts. His heart racing as he gently unties the string to her bikini top and massages the oil into her now naked back with firm long strokes. Kristen continues to make low contented moans and sighs as Brian’s fingers massage her warm skin. The combination of the smell of the oil and Brian’s strong hands on her bare skin were getting to both of them. Kristen’s hips shifted slightly as she began to squirm with pleasure, and Brian’s semi hard cock grew to its full length, creating an uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. Reaching behind her, Kristen guides Brian’s hands down to her ass. “I think we both know where you really want to be massaging don't we Brian?” she asks. Stifling a low groan, Brian’s trembling hands move down to the sides of her firm ass, massaging her firm ass cheeks through the skintight bikini. Growing bolder, he slips his fingers under the material sliding it between her ass cheeks to give his hands better access to her warm skin. Pouring a generous amount of oil directly onto her ass, Brian slowly massages it into her cheeks and upper thighs. His cock, already hard from the feel of Kristen’s warm brown skin under his hands, becomes painfully erect as his fingers play across and between her legs. Brian continued his massage, tracing his hands down each leg in turn. He was almost panting with lust as Kristen writhed pleasurably beneath his strong touch. Turning over onto her side, her untied bikini top allowing her to display her firm young breasts to Brian’s awestruck gaze. Kristen looks at him and says, “I think we should take this inside don't you agree?” As she says this, her hand slides along his leg up to his bulging cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before beginning to softly stroke it through his shorts. Brian groans at her sensual manipulations of his throbbing cock, eyes glued to Kristen’s hardening nipples, he feels himself quickly building towards orgasm. Kristen was much too skilled a seductress to let her game end so soon and gave a quick squeeze to the head of his cock. This stifled Brian’s pending orgasm before it began, but did nothing to lessen the hardness of his cock, or to ease the throbbing ache that was building in his balls. 

“Well,” Kristen asked? Not trusting him-self to speak, Brian let another groan escape his lips as Kristen continued to manipulate the swollen head of his cock through his shorts.  She could see by the growing wet spot on the front of his shorts that his cock must be drooling for her and this only served to spur her on in her teasing seduction. Brian not trusting himself to speak could only nod in agreement as his eyes continued to devour the beautiful breasts displayed before him. Kristen, still holding Brian’s cock in her slim fingers, stands and pulls him to his feet.  Pressing close against him, she can feel him panting next to her as her hard nipples press into his chest. Brian’s throbbing length pressed between her still stroking hand and her smooth golden abdomen. Almost without thought, his hips began to lightly thrust against her smooth skin, he could feel the heat of her flesh even through his clothes and his breathing was becoming ragged as Kristen skillfully manipulated him, causing his lust for her to grow.  She knew he was well past the point of turning her down, but she was like a cat with a mouse and she enjoyed playing with her newfound toy. Kristen finally released Brian’s member, and turning smoothly from him walked seductively towards the house, her hips swaying in a sensual rhythm, beckoning him to follow. As Brian followed into the house, Kristen could feel the heat of his gaze burning into her ass. As she climbed the stairs to her room, with her firm ripe ass at eye level, it was all Brian could do not to reach out and pull his face between those sweet young cheeks. Her bikini still wedged between her cheeks, leaving two firm round golden brown globes to tease and taunt him with their closeness. Kristen lead Brian into her room, and heading for her bathroom, told him to get comfortable while she took a quick shower.  Purposefully leaving the bathroom door open, she intended to give him a show that he wouldn’t soon forget. 

As he stood watching, Brian unconsciously began to stroke his cock through his shorts while Kristen, turning her back to him, began to slip her bikini bottoms from her hips.  Baring her fine ass to him, she bent at the waist as she pulled them slowly down her long shapely legs.  Brian gasped as he saw her gorgeous ass in its full naked glory for the first time and then gasped again as she bent before him, displaying her sweet young pussy to his lustful gaze. Kristen smiled to herself as she continued her teasing show, turning on the shower and quickly stepping in. Brian is treated to the incredible display, as she soaps her firm young body, caressing her ripe breasts, her fingers strumming across her nipples sending shocks through her body. Knowing Brian would be watching her show, she turned towards him and slowly soaped across her belly to the tops of her thighs.  Spreading her legs slightly, Kristen began sliding her fingers across her lust-swollen lips, occasionally dipping them inside before pulling out to stroke her throbbing clit again. This erotic display was having exactly the affect that Kristen had hoped and Brian was practically squirming where he stood, working up the courage to join her. Kristen was in complete control of this seduction and just as he was about to charge into the bathroom, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Standing naked in her bathroom, droplets of water cascading down her shapely tanned body, “Enjoying the show?” ‘The least you could do is take that cock of yours out for me to see,” she said. Embarrassed to be caught staring at her again, Brian quickly slides his shorts down his legs. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice screams what are you doing. You’re a married man and you're half naked in your 18-year-old neighbors room staring at her completely naked body, but even as the voice shouts, the rush of blood to his painfully erect cock drowns out any reservations he had. Kristen licks her lips, enjoying the view of Brian stroking his hard cock and enjoying more the frantic condition to which she had driven him. Kristen says,” go lie on the bed on your back and wait for me. I have a couple of things to do first.” Quickly Brain lies down, and props his head on the pillow trying to follow her movements as his excited cock bobs and twitches waiting for you.

Closing the bathroom door Kristen dries herself and changes into a very hot sheer hip length peignoir with matching sheer red panties and then she opens a cabinet and presses record on the VCR, which is connected to a hidden camera in her room pointing directly at her bed. This might come in handy later she thinks to herself and opening the door poses seductively, one hand raised on the door frame, the other resting on her shapely hip. Brian’s jaw hangs open speechless as he drinks in the site of her. He had thought Kristen’s tight young body in her bikini was the sexiest site in the world, but now he sees just how gorgeous his nubile young neighbor can be as his gaze travels slowly up those long shapely legs, to those sheer red panties barely covering the thin strip of hair, across her belly where the jewelry in her belly button glitters in the light with her movements, to those firm ripe breasts now hidden behind the sheer red lingerie. Brian’s cock throbbed with his excitement. Kristen smiled and feels her-self grow wetter as a glistening drop of precum welled up from the head and sat there begging for her to lick it off.  

“Do you want to fuck me Brian?” Kristen asks coyly.

Brian, mesmerized by the seductive rise and fall of Kristen’s firm young breasts, barely registers that she’s spoken. 

With a teasing smile, Kristen asks again, “well, do you want to fuck this tight young body Brian?”

Slowly shaking himself from his daze, “God yes, I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want you right now,” Brian answers.

Kristen smiles, knowing the video cam is catching everything Brian says and does. She glides seductively across the floor and upon reaching the bed, bends forward, nuzzling Brian’s throbbing cock.  Brushing her full moist lips against the shaft, she lightly grasps it and begins to rub the sensitive, precum covered head across her lips and against her smooth skin. Brian throws his head back and groans again, hips arching as he’s overwhelmed by the sensations running through his body.  Kristen, sensing how inflamed Brian is, slides slowly up his already perspiring body.  She purrs at the feel of his hard member as it nestles between her full breasts. Brian’s hips are thrusting uncontrollably just at the feel of Kristen’s warm brown skin, caressing his throbbing shaft and the swollen sensitive head of his cock.  Knowing she can push him over the edge at any time, Kristen toys with Brian a bit longer, teasing him with her swaying body. With her warm moist panty’s pressing against his rigid cock, she begins to slowly gyrate her hips against him.  Kristen feels that familiar throbbing in her clit as her teasing seduction of her sexy neighbor causes her pussy to gush in anticipation of the hard cock that’s waiting for her.  Panting with her excitement, Kristen tells Brian to open her top. With trembling fingers, he struggles to untie the dainty red ribbon bow holding her nightie closed.  Finally in frustration, he rips the ties apart, exposing her proud firm breasts to his lustful eyes. His trembling fingers search out Kristen’s hard puckered nipples and lightly begin to strum and tease them.  Kristen throws her head back as electric shocks seem to shot from her nipples straight to her throbbing clit as she grinds her pussy against Brian’s raging hard on.  

“Ah, yes, you love my tits, don’t you Brian?” Kristen gasps.

Brian groans out, “yes, you have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.” 

Kristen smiles at his response, as Brian replaces his fingers with his hot lips and teasing tongue.  Her nipples, already rock hard, begin to throb and ache from his sensual assault.  Losing herself in the pleasure she’s receiving, Kristen wonders just what kind of magic he could work on her pussy, with that long talented tongue. 

With a gasp, Kristen pulls her breasts away from Brian’s hot lips and groans out, “Now, pull my panties aside and give me that hard cock Brian.”

Brian reaches between her legs and slipping his fingers up the leg of Kristen’s sopping pink panties, deftly pulls the aside, revealing her trim swollen pussy lips to his eyes for the first time.  His fingers gently play along the crease, nuzzling between her lips to search out Kristen’s swollen clit.  Kristen grasps Brian’s shaft in her long soft fingers and pushing his hand aside, begins to rub the head against her dripping pussy, teasing her lips apart as she inches it inside.  Brian, out of his mind with lust, tries to thrust his hard cock into Kristen’s warm wet hole, but she has the situation well in hand and countering his desperate thrusts with skillful twitches of her hips, continues to tease his desperate cock.  Looking down, she’s amazed to see the veins of his cock swollen and standing out as if ready to burst and the head had turned that deep purple color showing just how far she’d pushed her neighbors lust.  As Brian desperately began to reach for Kristen’s hips, she let out a deep throaty laugh and plunged her hot pussy down on his straining cock, swallowing it inside her hot moist hole. Giving herself up to the swelling orgasm, Kristen begins to ride Brian’s cock.  Slowly at first, but with mounting intensity as she stares down at her neighbor through lust filled eyes. Brian was barely aware of her as his eyes were locked on her firm breasts as the bounced up and down with each thrust onto his cock. His mind was lost in a cloud of sensation as every nerve in his body seemed to center in his balls and run right up to the swollen head of his cock. 

“Oh yes, that’s so good Brian, fuck me just like that,” Kristen groaned.  “I bet you’ve never had a pussy this tight have you lover, not even your wife can compare to fucking a hot eighteen year old can she?” she panted. 

“God no, you’re so fucking hot,” Brian gasps.

Sensing that he is about to cum, Kristen clamps her tight young pussy down on his throbbing cock, strangling Brian’s welling orgasm deep in his balls.  

“Do you want to cum in me Brian?” she asks. “Do you want to fill this tight young pussy with your cum and feel me milk it from your hard cock?”

Each question was accented by Kristen’s grinding her pussy against Brian’s pelvis, massaging his throbbing shaft inside her tight pussy as her clit was set on fire by the hot fucking she was giving her neighbor.  

“Please, don’t stop, god I’m going to cum soon.” Brian gasped. “God I want to fill that hot pussy so bad, fuck me Kristen, keep on fucking me.” He shouted.

With a satisfied smile, knowing that every word had been caught on tape, Kristen’s hips began gyrating faster and faster, driving them both towards an earth-shattering climax.  Her hands now on his chest, her fingers searched out Brian’s nipples and pinching each one between her long cruel nails, Kristen wailed out with the beginnings of her orgasm.  That was all it took for Brian and his hips began to hammer out of control as a massive climax started deep in his balls and raced up his shaft, exploding from the head into Kristen’s hot tight pussy.  Both of them grunting and groaning with their shared orgasms continued to grind against each other’s body. Kristen’s wails continued as her orgasm wracked through her body, causing her whole body to twitch uncontrollably as the spasms raced from head to toe and back again.  Brian, with his hips arched deep into Kristen’s pussy, continued to shoot stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into his sexy neighbor.  

Finally, Kristen collapsed on top of Brian; with their bodies in a sweaty tangle as they both tried to recover from their orgasmic bliss. Slowly as they both recovered, Brian looked up at this gorgeous nubile teenager, still straddling his hips, with his softening cock inside her pussy. 




Blackmailed



“My god, that was the best sex I’ve ever had,’ Brian gasped as Kristen slipped off of him and nuzzled up beside him.

Hiding a smile, Kristen asked, “even better than your wife?”

Without hesitation, Brian answered, “Yes, much better than anything I’ve had with my wife.”

Kristen couldn’t have dreamed of a better ending to their little encounter and her mind raced with thoughts of all of the wicked fun she was going to have with her sexy neighbor, and with the hot video of what they’d just done, she knew she had him right where she wanted.



Blackmailed



I come home to my apartment one day and find a large manila envelope with no return address in my mailbox. Curious, I open the envelope upstairs and gasp in surprise as an 8x10 photo falls out. The picture isn't terribly clear, but it's obviously me in the picture, lying back on my bed and masturbating, left hand wrapped around my cock, my body arched in pleasure, obviously building toward a strong orgasm. 

After looking at the picture for a moment, I see the cuffs around my ankles, the collar buckled around my neck, and I realize that I remember the night this must have been taken, the fantasies I was acting out then, and I become very nervous indeed. If there are more photos--and there isn't any reason to believe there aren't--this one might look tame by comparison, given what I had done that night.

Several days pass, and then my fears are realized. Another envelope, this time with several smaller pictures, all of me in submissive poses, playing with myself in one way or another. After the last photo, I find a slip of paper with instructions typed on them:

"Leave your blinds open tonight. I want more pictures, you know the kind I want, slut. If you disobey, these pictures will find their way to your boss and your family, for starters. Let me urge you not to test me on this, my pet."

Despite my better judgment and my fear, I find myself incredibly excited by this...I've always had blackmail fantasies and even though this is much more serious I can't help but obey. My blinds are opened and I put the collar back on in front of the large window, then sink to my knees, masturbating in plain view, writhing in ecstasy, thinking of the cameras I am sure are following my every movement, bringing my fingers up to my mouth, sucking my own precum. Finally, after I cum, I crawl back across the room and into bed, stopping to cuff my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.

The next day I can't wait to get home and see what is waiting for me. I'm not disappointed--there is a videotape waiting for me with a label that simply says, "Mine" across it. With shaking hands, I put the tape in my VCR and see my performance, obviously taken from across the street, but clear enough to know who is playing with himself, how much I like it as I finally cum all over the floor and myself, then crawl back to the bed, obviously loving it.

After that, silence. I wait for another set of instructions, another picture, anything, but it doesn't come for over a week. Then, finally, a single sheet of paper with an address and time. On the back of the sheet, written in red ink, "Bring your collar." 

The next day I went, of course, after masturbating at the thought of what was to come. While I wait on the sidewalk, a long black limousine comes up alongside, the back window moving down with a hum, one hand outstretched, beckoning me to the car. As I walk forward, I hear a woman's voice from inside the car. "Did you bring your collar, slut?" 

"Y-yes, I did," I reply. 

"Then put it on, right now." I obey. What else can I do? Right there in the middle of town, by a busy outdoor restaurant, I put my collar on for a woman I've never met, my Mistress.

Her hand disappears inside the car for a moment, then comes out holding a leash. She clips it to my collar, and I let out a low moan of surrender as she does so. The door opens, and the raven-haired woman motions for me to kneel, then enter. Breathless, I obey again. As I kneel inside the limo, she idly plays with my collar, chuckling and remarking how easily I had come to her. Then she makes an offer. She shows me a box full of pictures and videotapes, presumably all of me, and tells me I can take all of it, along with the negatives and originals, and leave now. She won't try to stop me, and that will be the end of it. No more pictures, no more blackmail.

There's another option, she explains. I can stay right where I am and she can do whatever she wants to with me. She assures me that more pictures and videos will be taken, and they *will* be shown to whomever she wants to. The little blonde girl I have such a crush on at work will see them, she promises. And she will see me, too, as the slave, the slut I so clearly am. If I stay now, though, she explains, there will be no other chances to leave, no further negotiation. I mull this over for several minutes, and as I am wavering, about to decide to take the safe way out and run like hell, she clears her throat slightly, drawing my attention up to her. I moan softly as I feel her stocking-covered foot running up along the inside of my thigh, lightly rubbing across my hard cock. She whispers, "You love this. If you leave now you'll always wonder what I would have done to you. You can't help it, pet. You know you're mine, and you know it's what you want. I'll strip your control, your power, your will. I already have, haven't I?" 

I can barely breathe, flushing with embarrassment, with humiliation as I nod slightly. "No, slut. Show me. Show me what you want."

Without another word, I sink back to my knees, handing the leash into her hands. Before the limousine pulls away with both of us in it, I hear her low, mocking chuckle as she opens the door, taking the pictures and videos and leaving them on the sidewalk. The last thing I see before she puts the blindfold on me is the woman from my office I like so much coming up to the box, looking inside, then waving at the departing limousine with a smirk. Somehow I know I'll be seeing her again soon...



Blackmailed



I was seated at the bar in a very short leather black dress and black leather boots, showing my well shaped legs with a plunging cleavage that together with a push up bra accentuated my firm breasts. I swiveled the bar stool around, spreading my legs slightly looking to see who was in the bar of the 5 star hotel. There were about 6 single guys and 2 couples and a few groups. I turned my attention to the single guys, smiling at them and licking my lips, crossing and uncrossing my legs until I had their attention before turning to another guy. 

It did not take long before one of them came up to me and introduced himself as John. He was in his 40's and was looking down my cleavage as he spoke. He was old enough to be my father. There was no one within earshot.

"Are you here alone on business?" I asked

"I am here on my own on business." He replied.

"So am I." I said, smiling, touching his thigh encouragingly and brushing quickly his crotch. "And I am feeling horny! Are you?"

The poor guy nearly spilt his drink. He nodded.

"Do you like kinky sex?"

"What do you mean?"

"Things like bondage, S&M, water sports and other things you probably wouldn't tell your wife?" 

"Oh yes."

I took a plastic bag out from my hand bag.

"In here is some of my worn lingerie. Would you be prepared to put them on under your clothes?"

He nodded.

"And prepared to serve me in any way I want?"

"Give me your room key, go to the toilet and change into them come to room 736 in 10 minutes!" Without waiting for an answer, I got up and walked out knowing he was looking at my legs.

The door opened and John walked in. I came over to him, pressing myself against him, feeling his erection, as I kissed him on the lips.

"Strip down to your lingerie and lie down on the bed!" I ordered. He quickly did as I bade and soon he was down to stockings, suspenders and a pair of thong panties that barely covered his erection. As soon as we lying on the bed, I straddled his chest so that he could look up my leather dress. While he was so engaged, I reached over to the corner and grabbed his wrist quickly securing it to leather cuffs already attached to the bed. Then I did the same with the other one before climbing off him and securing his ankles in the same way.

"Now, you slut! You are going to have to learn to control your cock. I want to see you limp!" I knew he was so horny that he would not be able to do so.

I went to the fridge and took out some ice cubes and put them in a plastic bag and slid the bag inside his panties pressing against his scrotum. Within a few minutes his penis had shriveled. I showed him a leather chastity device- a sheath with tiny studs inside.

"I am going to put this over your cock and so long as you don't have any sexy thoughts you will be ok, but as your cock hardens those studs will dig into your foreskin. Well you can imagine the rest!" I removed the bag of ice and slid the sheath over his penis, securing the ties at the bottom around his balls separating them.

I lifted my dress and turned around in the 69 position on top of him so that my panty clad pussy was over his mouth and nose.

"Can you smell my delectable g strings? Before going downstairs I had a good long masturbation and came twice in them. You want to make it a third time, slut?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes please Mistress."

"Ok, slut. Get your tongue against my panties and tongue my clit!"

I felt his tongue probe my pussy and adjusted my position so that the tip was against my clit, but his attempts were pretty feeble

"When was the last time you sucked cunt? Probably not for a long time. You probably haven't fucked your wife for ages either, eh? When was the last time?"

I leant forward so that he could answer. But didn't. I grabbed the penis sheath and squeezed until he cried out.

"When?"

"A couple of months ago."

"I sat back on him ordering him to tongue my clit harder. This time he did a better job and soon I was squirming in pleasure and could feel my juices seep out and into the material of the panties before I cried out in pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. I slipped off the panties, rolled them into a bowl and stuffed them into his mouth as a gag.

I got my cell phone and took some photos with the on-board camera of him.

I untied his ankles and wrists and ordered him to get onto his knees facing the foot of the bed so I could re secure his wrists to the metal bars there.

Standing in front of him I lowered the strap of my leather dress, peeling it down below my breasts. I took each breast in turn and started tweaking the nipple with two fingers in front of his eyes before getting a dildo and sliding it between the folds of my tits. I could see him trying to scream, but it was stifled by the panty gag. His cock was hardening and the studs starting to penetrate his foreskin. I let the dress drop down and stepped out of it and took the dildo and slid it into my hot wet pussy in front of him fucking myself with it.

His eyes started to roll and I could feel that the pain was excruciating for him. So I stopped and undid the chastity device removing it. I looked at his cock and there were no damaging marks. I removed the gag, strapped on a harness around my waist, clipping on the dildo.

"Open your mouth, slut! Let's see how good you are at cock sucking." Without further ado I plunged the cock between his lips slowly inching the plastic further and further inside his mouth before slowly withdrawing it and recommenced, fucking him like a man.

"You've sucked cock before, haven't you, you disgusting pervert?" He shook his head. I withdrew and got onto the bed, kneeling behind him and slowly pushed the head into his anus. There was quite a bit of resistance so I pulled out and slid a couple of fingers in there to loosen him up before reinserting the artificial cock head. This time it went in a lot easier and with a little bit of pushing and withdrawing had most of it inside him.

"Phil!" I shouted. In came my partner, naked sporting a rock hard cock. He stood in front of John and without saying a word as I made a very hard thrust attempting to get the whole length of the dildo inside him john opened his mouth to scream. Immediately, Phil shoved his cock into the slut's mouth right to the back of the throat.

I climbed off the bed and took some more pictures of them. Phil had grabbed the back of John's head and was guiding him. After a few minutes of fucking his mouth Phil knelt behind him and began to force his cock into his already widened anus, feeling the tightness of his orifice against the hot, throbbing erection. I watched, taking more photos of Phil thrusting in and out of his arse until he shot his load over the slut's backside.

I went over to John's clothing and located his cell phone. Removing the SIM card I put it into my phone and downloaded all his contacts into it before replacing the card. 

"John what do you think your wife and friends would think if they knew you had been sucking cock and been fucked by one while dressed in female lingerie, especially if the boy was young enough to be your son? They would probably divorce you and your friends would probably think they didn't know that you were such a disgusting pervert and would disown you. I have pictures to prove what you get up to on your business trips! I bet you have a son or daughter and they would never talk to you again. Well this can all go away. All you need to do is to log onto your bank with this internet capable phone and transfer money to my account. What do you say?"

"No."

"No? Which picture shall I send to your wife? The one with you sucking a cock or the one of you being fucked or maybe the one with the panties in your mouth?" I asked, beginning to press the buttons on the phone in preparation for sending. .

"No. Ok."

"Good. Give me the bank details." He gave them to me and I logged into his account. He had $12000 in it. I transferred $8000 from it to my Panama bank account.

"Ok, now I have moved $8000 to my account. If you attempt to reverse the entry or go to the police, I will send all the photos to all your friends. Bear in mind that the pictures will bear out my story that I am an exclusive professional Mistress and the amount you transferred will be for the kinky services I provided. Phil will take your clothes to your room and the towels. I will untie you and leave your room key somewhere in the fire stairs."

When Phil had done this, we both left leaving him in the frillies.

This was a lucrative business. Phil and I had been doing this all over the country for three months now- sometimes he was the seducer, but mostly me and we always chose guys of John's age. Sitting in the account was close to $800000 dollars. 



Blackmailed



Catherine is blackmailed by a neighbour who has photos and a video of her naked in front of her house that were taken the day she was forced to expose herself in public by Sara.

The neighbour invites Catherine to her house and forces her, under threat of releasing the embarrassing photos and video, to strip and masturbate by the pool in front of two other friends.

The neighbours featured in this story have long since moved, but perhaps one day they will read this story and know how much enjoyed the time when they lived just across the street.

I hope you like "Blackmailed". When you have read it please vote and leave your comments on Literotica. I appreciate you letting me know what you think of my stories even if you don't like them.

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I switched on my computer and opened my Hotmail account scrolling down the dozen or so new e-mails in the inbox. Most were from friends, a few were junk mail that I deleted immediately and one was from Bethany, a friend who lives in Melbourne.

I was about to open Bethany's e-mail when my attention was drawn to the words "IT'S ABOUT TIME!" in bold capitals in the subject column of an e-mail from someone called Claire.

I didn't immediately recognise the name and my initial thought was, "Oh wonderful, just what I need, more spam trying to sell me something to improve my sex life or increase the size of my penis."

I was about to hit delete but for some reason hesitated and put the mouse pointer over the name Claire and clicked twice.

After a few seconds the screen changed and I read the short message.

"Hi Neighbour,

Its about time we got to know each other better.

I have been meaning to invite you over ever since we moved in.

It's almost twelve months already and I feel awful that it has taken so long.

Maybe we can catch up for a drink Saturday afternoon, say around 3.00 p.m.?

I hope you can make it.

Claire (across the road)"

Claire is my neighbour who moved into the house directly across the street about a year ago. We say hello when we pass in the street and occasionally linger for small talk, but I don't really know her all that well.

She is tall, slim, elegant and attractive, probably in her late thirties or possibly early forties with shoulder length blonde hair.

Her husband, Richard, is the CEO of a large multinational company based in Adelaide and they appear to be well off with a large modern house, expensive cars, a boat and all the appearances of an affluent life style.

Claire and Richard have one daughter, Stephanie, who is nineteen and undeniably pretty, but she seems to be thoroughly spoiled and used to getting everything she wants in her own way.

I read the e-mail again and thinking it would be nice to get to know my neighbours better I clicked on reply and accepted Claire's invitation, telling her I was looking forward to catching up with her the following Saturday.

When Saturday arrived I awoke to a beautiful summer morning. It was warm and sunny with clear blue skies and a gentle breeze.

I spent the morning over a leisurely breakfast of fresh fruit, yoghurt and green tea while I read the paper, then did a few household chores.

As I watered my herb garden, I was thinking about the coming afternoon and, to my surprise, found I was looking forward to going over to see Claire, and was excited at the prospect of getting to know her better.

About two o'clock I showered, applied a little make up and laid out the clothes I was going to wear that afternoon.

I walked over to the mirror in my bedroom and saw the reflection of a tall, slim woman with long, dark hair and smiling brown eyes looking back at me.

I am quite proud of my body that is lean and lithe. I am about 168 centimetres tall and weigh 52 kilograms with measurements of 81, 58, 83. I have small breasts that easily slip into a B cup bra, long slender legs and a great butt. I noted with satisfaction my narrow waist and flat stomach, silently thanking my parents for the good genes that I had inherited.

I have seen enough naked women to know that there is an endless variety in the shape and form of female genitalia.

Probably because I am slim, I have a very prominent mons and my labia are small, framing the entrance to my vagina that is virtually a small neat slit. My clitoris sits prominently at the top, and the absence of fleshy pussy lips and pubic hair, means that it is always prominently on display and much to my frequent delight, is very easily stimulated.

For my afternoon with Claire, I had chosen a white cotton g-string, tight, olive green Kookai shorts with a white belt, a white tank top and white shoes.

I dressed and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing that my nipples showed quite prominently through the thin white cotton material.

"Hmm," I thought, "I wonder what Claire will think if I arrive looking like this?" The thought brought a smile to my lips and somewhat reluctantly I took off my top, selected a soft white cotton bra and put it on, followed again by the tank top.

I picked up my keys, put them in my purse, walked across the street and rang the doorbell.

I was a little nervous and excited as I waited. I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and expected to see Claire, but I was surprised when her daughter, Stephanie, opened the door.

She gave me a friendly and welcoming smile saying, "Hi Catherine, mum asked me to tell you that she had to dash out for a while. She told me I was to ask you to come in and keep you entertained until she got home. She won't be long."

I was about to say that it was okay and I would come over later when Claire was home or make it another time when Stephanie took me gently by the elbow and guided me in to the house.

She closed the front door behind us and said, "Come on through, we can go out to the back and sit by the pool until mum gets back."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked off towards the rear of the house.

As I followed her I noticed she had a nice figure and a deep golden tan, which were both accentuated by her tiny, pale blue bikini. She was an attractive girl with long thick blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and swished hypnotically back and forth as she walked.

She led me through to a covered patio that overlooked a magnificent pool framed by a stunning array of palms and tropical plants. There was a spa and a small waterfall in one corner, the water from which tumbled gently and melodically into the pool.

Reclining on sun lounges by the pool were two other girls, presumably Stephanie's friends, who she introduced as Nikki and Alice. Between them was a table with three glasses of wine, one empty glass, some olives, cheese and crackers. There was a wine bottle in an ice bucket on the ground by the table.

Without asking, Stephanie poured me a glass of wine, handed it to me, then pulled up another lounge, saying, "Make yourself comfortable Catherine, maybe you would like to take off those clothes and get some sun. You can have a swim if you like."

I was sorely tempted, but turned to her saying, "I would love to Stephanie but I didn't come prepared for swimming I'm afraid. I'll have to take a rain check for another time and I will bring my bathers."

A knowing smile crossed her face as she said, "Oh, that's not a problem Catherine, you don't really need bathers it's totally private here."

As if to illustrate her point, she reached behind her, unfastened her bikini top then dropped it on the ground next to her lounge. Her breasts were large and firm with huge pink areola and prominent nipples.

She looked at me expectantly and said, "Come on Catherine, now you. Don't be shy, I really can't wait to see you naked again."

Her comment about seeing me 'naked again' took me totally by surprise and I found my self lost for words as I tried to work out what she could have possibly meant.

Ignoring the question for the moment, I turned to Stephanie and trying to make light of the situation laughed and said, "I'm not so sure that your mum will be too pleased when she comes home if she finds me naked by the pool drinking wine with you?"

Stephanie laughed, "Actually Catherine, I have a confession to make; mum and dad are away for the weekend. Actually I sent you the e-mail because I want to get know you better. I'm sorry for the little deception, but I was afraid you wouldn't come if you knew the e-mail was from me."

As I digested this unexpected revelation she went on, "Before you say anything there is something I would like to show you."

She stood up, took me by the hand and led me into the house and upstairs to her bedroom.

She walked over to a computer on a desk in the corner and switched it on.

As we waited for it to warm up she said, "Now Catherine no one, not even Nikki and Alice, know anything about this and I am happy to keep it just our secret."

That is as far as she got when a picture appeared on the screen that caused my heart to skip a beat.

Stephanie turned to me and smiled, "Great photo isn't it?" She asked, "Do you like it?"

The wallpaper on her computer was a very clear picture of me standing naked in front of my house. I was speechless.

She was grinning, "Hang on a second, you should see this too," she said as she turned back to the computer, moved the mouse, selected an icon called 'Catherine' and clicked twice.

After a few seconds a video started to play. The scene opened with Sara's car parked in a driveway of our house directly across the road. 

I recognised it immediately. It was just two weeks ago when Sara had forced me to expose myself at the beach then travel home and walk from the car to my front door naked.

Knowing what I was about to see I watched with my heart in my mouth as the car's passenger door opened and I stepped out. The picture zoomed in as I slowly walked up to my front door and rang the bell.

I realised I was holding my breath as I watched the scene play out on the screen in front of me. I glanced at Stephanie who was looking at me and smiling sweetly. I turned back to the screen.

In the video I turned towards the camera, which zoomed in for a close up of my face. The excitement in my expression was obvious. It panned down to a shot of my small, firm breasts; my nipples were clearly hard and erect. It then continued down until the image of my smooth, bald pussy almost filled the screen.

The picture zoomed out. In the video I turned and rang the doorbell again. I was waiting. The camera zoomed in again and I watched horrified as my hand reached down between my legs. Shit I couldn't believe it; I was standing in front of my house in broad daylight touching myself!

Suddenly the door opened. Sara was visible in the doorway, smiling. I went inside and the door closed behind me. The video ended.

Stephanie put her arm around my shoulder and I was conscious of her naked breast against my arm. "So what do you think of that?" She asked before adding rhetorically, "You sure are one horny little exhibitionist for a respectable school teacher. Aren't you?"

My thoughts were racing and I was searching for the words when Stephanie placed a finger against my lips and said, "Hush, Catherine, this is just our little secret, or at least it will be so long as you do exactly as I say. Now we'll go back down stairs and you will act like everything is normal. Just remember that from now on you will do exactly as I say no questions asked, or who knows just where that video will end up. I'm sure it would be very popular on the Internet and I have lots of friends who would love to have a copy e-mailed to them."

I was about to protest when she laughed and turned, leading the way back down the stairs and out to the pool. I followed, wondering what she had in store for me and how I could extract myself from the situation before it got totally out of hand.

Nikki and Alice were as we left them a few minutes before, laying on their lounges chatting and sipping wine. They had also removed their bikini tops and I assumed from the absence of tan lines that all three girls had spent much of the summer sunbathing topless by the pool.

Stephanie picked up the bottle of wine and poured two glasses handing one to me saying, "Now Catherine, how about we go for that swim?"

She smiled at me and I could clearly read the silent message in her eyes, "Defy me and you will be sorry, very sorry."

Holding my gaze, she stepped closer, took my glass of wine and placed it on the table, then took hold of the hem of my tank top lifting it up past my waist and over my breasts. Instinctively, as if in silent surrender, I raised my arms and she lifted it up over my head, dropping it on the ground next to her bikini top.

She then moved around behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I shuddered, unable to believe I was standing here at my neighbour's house allowing myself to be undressed by this teenager in front of her two friends.

"Oh shit, how did I get myself into this?" I thought as Stephanie slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it at my feet.

She leaned closer and I could feel her nipples brush lightly against my back as she put her lips to my ear, whispering so that only I could hear, "That's a good girl Catherine. I can see we are going to get on very well and I think we are going to have some, lots of fun."

Stephanie undid my belt then took my hands and guided them to the top of my shorts placing my fingers in the waistband. She removed her hands, stepped back and took up her place on the lounge in front of me to watch the private strip show with Nikki and Alice. 

I hesitated then, almost submissively, slid my shorts down over my thighs, past my knees to my ankles, stepped out of them and kicked them towards the growing pile of clothes.

I held Stephanie's gaze challenging her to break eye contact, trying to gauge just how serious she was about this, but she stared back at me without blinking, a superior smile on her face. I had hoped to find a sign that this was all a game, one that had gone about far enough.

"Now the panties," she said, reinforcing her position of authority and making it clear to me as well as Nikki and Alice, that she was in control and was calling all the shots.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my g-string that followed my shorts on the growing pile of clothes.

Now I was completely naked and on display to three girls who up until thirty minutes ago, were virtually complete strangers.

My emotions were in turmoil. I was confused, embarrassed and excited but most of all I was aroused. I could feel the familiar tingling between my legs and was aware of the pleasant sensation, as my labia became moist with my juices.

Stephanie walked over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and took me by the hand leading me to the steps at the end of the pool.

Willingly I walked down the steps, longing to immerse myself in the cool water and get some relief from the warmth of the sun on my bare skin and, more importantly, the small fire that was burning between my legs.

Nikki and Alice remained on their lounges, whispering excitedly to each other in hushed tones. Their voices were so low that I could not hear what they were saying, but I guessed I was the topic of conversation.

Stephanie swam over to me, placed her hands on my hips, pulling me closer and whispered in my ear, "You are one horny little slut Catherine. I bet your sweet pussy is on fire, isn't it?"

She was right. I was incredibly aroused and my pussy was soon going to be demanding my urgent attention.

We swam for a few minutes, and then Stephanie went to the side of the pool and climbed out, grabbed her towel, dried off and went to sit on her lounge.

I swam a few more laps before I climbed out of the pool, walked over to the lounge aware that all three girls were watching me. I spread a towel on the lounge, lay face down and closed my eyes.

I needed time to think and compose myself. I was desperately trying to find a way to get out of this and go home without risking Stephanie exposing the photos and video. I also wanted to go home so that I could take care of my aching pussy.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulders and a splash of cool liquid in the middle of my back making me instinctively tensed my body. "Relax Catherine." It was Stephanie. "It's just a little tanning oil, we don't want that gorgeous body to get burned, now do we?" 

She spread the oil over my shoulders, working slowly down my back to the top of my buttocks with long, firm, sensuous strokes. I felt her oily hands on my butt and it took all my self-control to stop myself arching my back and lifting my bum, a move that would have surely betrayed my eager state.  

Next she started on my feet, massaging oil into the soles which are very sensitive, causing almost unbearable tingles of delight to travel through my whole body.

She worked up my calves to the back of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I felt her hands slide up to my buttocks and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my anus to the cool summer breeze and the gaze of the other girls. I felt so wonderfully exposed and felt the level of my arousal steadily increasing.

There was a slight pause. I waited anxiously and then felt oil slowly drizzle between the cheeks of my arse. It flowed delightfully down the cleft, pooled in my puckered opening then overflowed and ran across my perineum, coating my already moist labia.


Instinctively, I raised my hips and moaned in response to the delicious intrusion. "That's it Catherine, you like that don't you?" Stephanie was obviously pleased and encouraged by my reaction.

I could hear suppressed giggles and muted conversation between Nikki and Alice who were obviously delighted.

Stephanie gently smacked my butt as she said, "Okay Catherine, now turn over now and let me do the other side."

I was at the point where modesty no longer mattered. I was aroused and enjoying the attention Stephanie was lavishing on my naked body. I was frightened by the thoughts that were running through my head. I wanted to be on my back like a wanton whore, legs spread wide. I wanted the girls to see me, naked and horny. Most of all though, I wanted to come.

I eagerly rolled over and looked up to see Stephanie standing by the side of the lounge, a bottle of oil in her hand. She was oiling her naked breasts, which glistened beautifully in the sun.

She moved and knelt on the ground behind my head then leaned forward, her firm young breasts just centimetres from my face. She tilted the bottle and poured oil into the small hollow in the centre of my chest, just below my aching breasts.

I let out a low moan, hoping that she would lean a little forward and take my breast in her mouth, perhaps suck my aching nipple, but she drew back smiling at me encouragingly. "Perhaps you would like to rub it in for me, Catherine."

I needed to be touched and without hesitation, dipped my hand in the pool of oil, spreading it across my breasts, sighing as the palm of my hand grazed my hard, aching nipples.

I massaged my breasts, then took my nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, sending ripples of pleasure through my body down to my core, adding to the tingling in my loins.

Stephanie tipped the bottle again and I felt the oil run into and fill my navel. It pooled in the middle of my stomach and ran down the sides. She continued to pour the oil, allowing it to drizzle across my stomach and over my mons. The oil trickled across my labia, causing a sharp intake of breath as it added to the sensations that were causing me to squirm and moan.

Stephanie took my hand taking it from my breast and placing it gently in the pool of oil on my stomach.

"Keep going," she whispered softly.





Blackmailed



I continued massaging, spreading the oil over my body.

"That's it Catherine, now lower." She said encouragingly.

My hand continued moving slowly down closer to my aching pussy.

"Keep going Catherine, lower." She said smiling. 

At the bottom of each stroke my hand passed over my mons, my hips lifting off the lounge as I yearned to bring my aching pussy into contact with my fingers. 

"Keep going Catherine, that's what you want isn't it?"

I nodded.

"What was that Catherine?" She asked.

Again I nodded, not wanting to utter the words she was looking for, not wanting to admit my need to her.

"Come on, Catherine, tell me what you want." She persisted

"You know, Stephanie." I replied.

"Tell me Catherine!" She demanded.

"Please, Stephanie?" I almost begged, for some reason reluctant to actually say the words.

"Please what, Catherine?" She persisted.

"Damn it Stephanie you know what I want." I was weakening.

"Yes of course I do, Catherine, but I want you to tell me." 

"Fuck you, Stephanie, I want to touch myself! I need to come!  Stephanie, please?" I was begging now.

Stephanie smiled knowing she had won the little battle of wills between us. I needed to come and I didn't care about anything else.

As if she was giving me permission she said, "Well, go on, what are you waiting for Catherine? Do it." 

I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back, raised my hips and spread my legs, offering my cunt to be pleasured. My fingers touched my pussy. It was hot and wet.

I looked down. My oiled body and my smooth bald pussy glistened in the sunlight. Stephanie, Nikki and Alice were leaning forward, watching expectantly as my fingers slid slowly and easily along the length of my slick labia.

I stroked myself, slowly at first but with increasing urgency, my fingers stroking up and down the length of my slit.

I parted my pussy lips slightly, opening myself up to the pleasure and the penetrating gaze of the three girls who were watching me now in a hushed silence, broken only by the sound of my fingers in my sopping wet cunt.

My fingers found their way to my aching clit. Starting with slow, gentle circular motions, I teased it until it was standing up proudly, hard and throbbing.

My other hand went back to my breast cupping and squeezing it gently. I took my nipple between my forefinger and thumb, coaxing it hard and erect, sending delightful waves of pleasure to join the sensations building in my cunt.

My fingers slid easily from my clit back to my labia following the length of my wet pussy lips from the top down to the bottom and back again, harder and more insistent now to match my growing desire.

I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, faint at first but definitely there, building slowly deep inside. My fingers switched back to my clit as I become impatient to reach my goal. I needed desperately to come now.

I increased the pressure and the speed. Each stroke harder and faster than the one before, from side to side across throbbing clit. My other hand was squeezing my breast, my finger and thumb pinching my nipple, hard, so hard it hurt, the pain adding to my pleasure. Closer, closer, nearly there.

I glanced over to Stephanie. Her eyes were closed and her hand was inside the bottoms of her bikini. I watched the outline of her fingers under the thin material as they moved back and forth under the thin material and heard her moan.

"Stephanie!" I gasped. Her eyes remained shut, lost in her own self pleasure. "Stephanie!" I called louder this time. Startled, her eyes flew open. I wanted her to watch me. I needed her to watch in my orgasm that was partly for her and was now just a few strokes away. 

I smiled at her and mouthed the silent words. "I want to fuck you Stephanie." She moaned again, closed her eyes and her head went back as she started to come.

My orgasm started too. My unrelenting fingers and the sight of this beautiful, young girl in the throes of her own orgasm were just too much.

My body stiffened. All my senses were centred in my cunt as my orgasm obliterated everything else. I slid two fingers into my pussy and felt the walls of my vagina contract, squeezing, trying to draw them in deeper, to hold them and milk them dry. I pushed harder, deeper, filling myself and trying to satisfy my hungry, demanding cunt.

I was on the edge of a huge abyss, ready and so willing now to surrender to the waves of pleasure that I knew would consume me and take me to sweet oblivion.

My other hand went between my legs. My fingers found my clit and pushed me over the edge. 

I heard a voice screaming. "Oh fuck yes! Oh yes, more, more, oh fuck, fucking yessssssssss!" The voice was so distorted with lust that I did not recognise it, but I knew it was mine.

Gradually my screams softened, eventually turning to low sobs as I descended form the peak. My cunt throbbed delightfully as the waves of orgasm swept through my body; subsiding but leaving me exhausted and spent. 

Writing about it now I realise that I must have lost consciousness for a few seconds, maybe more, and my recollection of the next few minutes is a bit vague.

As I recovered from that incredible orgasm I gradually became aware of my surroundings. I saw the excited and incredulous expressions on the faces of Nikki and Alice. I looked around for my clothes, but they had disappeared. Stephanie was nowhere to be seen.

I was feeling very vulnerable. I was naked at my neighbour's house and had just put on a display that had shocked and undoubtedly excited the three girls. Stephanie had embarrassing photos and video of me and knew she could use them to her advantage. I knew I needed to find my clothes and go home.

I started to get up to look for them when Stephanie appeared from the direction of the house. "My clothes, Stephanie, have you seen my clothes? I have to find them and go home."

A sly smile twinkled at the corners of her mouth and she said innocently, "Oh yes, your clothes." She laughed before going on. "I'm sorry but they were wet and dirty, Catherine, I just popped them in the washing machine. I thought it was the least I could do."

I could see what was coming and new I was powerless to prevent it, but I had to try. "But I have to go home, Stephanie. I need my clothes. Please?" I protested a trace of panic surely obvious in my voice.

Stephanie walked over, took me by the hand and said reassuringly, "Don't be so silly, Catherine, It's just across the road and it's starting to get dark. I'm sure you will make it without anyone seeing you."

I hesitated, about to challenge her and tell her no way when she put her arm firmly around my shoulders and escorted me firmly into the house and towards the front door, saying, "Come on Catherine, you have done very well so far. Just one more little challenge to go and I know you will enjoy it."

At the door she handed me my keys and said, "Come over tomorrow and I will have your clothes washed and ironed for you. You can pick them up then."

Without waiting for my response, Stephanie manoeuvred me towards the open door, I stepped outside and she closed it behind me.

I was standing in front of their house naked. I scanned the street in both directions. It seemed empty. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Damn, part of me was hoping that there would be someone there, a passing motorist, or someone out for an early evening stroll. After everything that had just happened, how could I still want more?

I turned and saw Stephanie, Nikki and Alice at the window watching. I was determined not to give them the satisfaction of thinking that they were embarrassing me, so I walked slowly and deliberately across the street to my house, put my key in the lock, opened the door, turned and waved to them, then went inside.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I was breathing hard. I was still horny from the afternoon's adventures and that short walk, with the prospect that someone may have caught me outside naked again, had reignited the fire in me.

I went quickly to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped under the water to wash the suntan oil from my body. As I stood under the warm, soothing water my hand found its way between my legs, my fingers expertly parted my pussy lips and sought out my throbbing clitoris.

As I worked myself to another climax, I imagined it was Stephanie kneeling in front of me, her sweet lips on my soft wet lips sucking, her inquisitive tongue on my clit licking. The vision of my beautiful young neighbour with her face buried between my legs pushed me over the edge to another delightful orgasm.

Maybe one day that would happen. I could only hope and silently thank whatever it was that had made open and reply to the e-mail from Claire earlier that morning.



Blackmailed



Vic lay on his bed, stretched out on his side, naked, his hard, throbbing cock in his hand. As he stroked himself harder and harder, faster and faster, his breathing growing hoarse and ragged, his gaze was locked inexorably upon the centerfold of the magazine before him.

Her name, according to the XXX magazine at any rate, was Honie and, despite the unusual spelling, Vic certainly thought that she was. Her body was lean and trim, smooth and petite, hairless and just lightly tanned. Her nipples were hard as she smiled coyly for the unimaginably lucky photographer who'd been privileged enough to take the photos and get this incredible shot of her. Her head was tilted to one side, her long, glossy, dark hair falling casually over one delicate shoulder in a flowing, shimmering cascade. Honie's willowy legs were spread very wide apart, showing her bald pussy and asshole in all their erotic glory. To make it better, the astoundingly gorgeous girl was lightly pinching the puffy, swollen lips of her twat between long fingernails, parting herself even more as a dab of her liquid love drooled out.

Vic's breath grew heavier still as his gaze flicked back and forth between Honie's moist sex, her pert, perky breasts, and her amazingly beautiful face.

"Fuck, Honie! I wish you were here with me, babe. You are so fucking hot! I'm gonna fucking cum for you, Honie. You want me to fucking cum for you?" Vic kept whispering to the model in the centerfold as he jerked his cock harder and faster, bringing himself to orgasm, groaning, just barely managing to catch him molten goo with his other hand as it jetted out of his prick in a high-pressure blast.

"Fuck!" he moaned. "That's incredible!"

"Yes," a soft, feminine voice said. "It was, wasn't it?"

"Shit!" Vic nearly screamed, thrashing in shock, nearly falling from his bed. He looked up to see his sister, Angie, standing in his room, just inside the closed door. Trying to hide his nudity, his spent semen and the porn magazine, he scowled hard at her. "How the hell did you get in here? My door was locked!"

Angie sidled closer, her eyes fixed on her naked brother. "One," she said, ticking points off on her long, delicate fingers as she spoke, "watch your mouth. If Mom or Dad heard half of what you've said in the past few minutes they'd disown you. Two, no, your door was not locked. And, third, luckily for you it was me who heard you in here and discovered that bit of carelessness and not Dad or Mom. Again, if it'd been either of them, you'd be in a heap of trouble right now."

Still trying to hide his bare dick, cooling cum and magazine from her, he said, "I'm eighteen. I can look at pornography if I want to."

She nodded. "Legally, you can, yes. Though I know as well as you do that you've been doing that since you were eleven and that porn shop opened up across town. The only difference is that, since your last birthday, you can actually go inside and purchase things, rather than root though their dumpster like you used to. But, legality aside, Mom and Dad would still freak if they knew you'd brought even a single bit of porn into the house. And I know you've got a lot more than just this one magazine."

"How-?"

Angie eased closer, still watching him. "I've come in here when you weren't home. I've looked. I've found your stashes. Some of them, anyway. This is your room. You know it's nooks and crevices better than I do. I wouldn't doubt it one bit if you've got porn tucked away in places I never thought to check. But I found more than enough. Magazines, VHS tapes, DVDs... You're quite the little porn connoisseur, aren't you, little brother?"

Temporarily forgetting his state of nudity, Vic leapt of his bed to stand nose-to-nose with her. "You went through my stuff?"

"Yes. I did."

"This is my room, Angie!"

"Yes, it is." She held up a hand. "And, before you ask, no, I didn't say a word to Mom or Dad about it. If I had, you'd have already heard and they'd have raided your room and thrown out all of your X-rated goodies. Now do me a favor and back up before you drip on my feet."

Vic glanced down and saw his now limp penis still oozing cum from his recent orgasm. His face burning now with embarrassment as well shock and rage, he backed up, covering his cock with both hands. The now-cold pool of spunk in his hand smeared on his groin, causing him to jump. He'd forgotten he was still holding his spent load.

Angie laughed and reached past him to pick up the magazine he'd just jerked off to. Holding it up, studying the centerfold, she smiled. "She's pretty. You've got good taste in women. And everything is natural. Not even any tattoos or body piercing visible in this picture." She nodded. "Good. Too many people are into that now. It's disgusting."

"I agree," Vic muttered, watching his sister flip through the pages of the magazine, working her way backwards to the cover. "What do you want? Why'd you sneak in here?"

Angie looked at the cover. " 'Hot Vixens'," she said, reading the name of the publication. " 'The hottest sluts and the most extreme fucking allowed by the law!'." Tossing the magazine back onto the bed, she locked her gaze with her brother's, saying, "Vic, I didn't sneak in here. I heard you moaning and just opened the door. You were so far gone you never noticed. Like I said before, your very lucky it was me and not Mom or Dad. As for what I want... Well, little brother, I've kind of already gotten it."

"What do you mean?"

She smiled softly. "Like I said. I knew you were amassing a porn collection. I knew what you did in here at night, like this. Why else would you have porn at all?"

Vic felt his face flame hotter.

Angie reached out a small hand and placed it lightly on his bare shoulder. "Don't worry, Vic. I don't care that you jerk off. In fact, I wanted to watch you do it."

"What?"

She nodded. "That's right. I wanted to watch my little brother whack his pud to a dirty magazine."

Still glaring at her, he said, "Now you've seen it. Get out of here."

Angie raised her carefully sculpted eyebrows and ran a hand quickly through her long brunette hair, pushing it over her shoulders, then said, "Not yet. We're not though. I only caught the climax. I want to see the entire show."

"What?" Vic was stunned. "Are you crazy?"

"No. And, yes, you heard me right. I want you to jerk yourself to another orgasm while I watch."

"No!"

She shrugged. "Fine. Do it and all of this is our secret. Refuse me this and I'll not only tell Dad and Mom that I caught you masturbating, I'll tell them about your entire porn collection."

"You wouldn't!"

"I would. All you need to do to keep me from doing it is to jerk off for me."

"Now?"

Shrugging again, she asked, "Why not?"

"Because I just came."

"So?"

"So it'll be a while before I'm ready again."

"We've got all night, little brother. How long do you need?"

Vic couldn't believe what was happening. His sister was blackmailing him into masturbating for her viewing pleasure! He was angry, shocked, embarrassed, and yet oddly excited by the prospect at the same time. "I don't know," he said.

"How often do you usually do it?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm sure you do. How often?"

"Whenever."

"Whenever what?"

"Whenever I'm horny."

Angie glanced at the magazine lying on the bed. "Judging from all the porn I know you've got hidden in here, I'm guessing that's pretty often. I'm sure you've done it at least twice in a night before. Do it tonight. Masturbate for me."

Vic sighed and sat on the bed. Grabbing some tissue, he started to wipe his hands and cock.

"No," Angie said. "Leave it."

"Why?"

"Because I like it. And I want you to jerk yourself off while still wearing the cum from your last orgasm."

"But its drying!"

"So?"

"So it feels weird!"

"If you don't like it, cum quickly for me." She picked up the magazine and flipped to the centerfold, holding it up for him. "Is she worthy of another orgasm tonight?"

Vic looked at the picture of Honie, but, with his sister holding the magazine and her demands ringing in his head, there wasn't even a twitch in his cock. He nodded. "Yeah, she is. But I can't. Not with you here."

"You'd better!" Angie tossed the magazine onto the bed beside him, then spun the swivel chair at his desk around and sat in it, facing him. "And you'd better do it quick. Otherwise, that cum will dry all over you and flake off."

"Angie... Why are you doing this to me?"

"I told you that already. I want to see my little brother masturbate."

Vic sighed and started to protest again. Then he looked into Angie's bright blue eyes and knew she'd never let him out of this. She would sit there, making whatever threats or demands she thought he needed to hear to make him perform for her. "Okay," he moaned and picked up the magazine, holding it in front of him, trying to use it to shield himself from Angie's gaze.

"No," she said instantly. "Same pose as when I walked in."

"Angie..."

"Do it."

Sighing again, Vic lay down and rolled onto his side, facing his sister, the magazine on the bed before him, open to the centerfold. Reaching down, he took hold of his limp prick and began to stroke it. It stayed soft.

"Angie, I can't. Not with you here."

"You have to unless you want me to tell Mom and Dad."

"I can't! Not so soon after just cumming!"

Watching him closely, Angie stood and moved to stand at the edge of his bed. "Alright. I'll tell you what. I'll give you some time. I won't even make you do it for me tonight. But, this changes things. Since you're making me wait, you don't get away with just one time now."

"What are you saying?"

"I mean," she said, "unless you can bring yourself off right here and now, this goes on for the rest of our lives. From tomorrow on, anytime I want to see you masturbate, you either do it, or I tell Mom and Dad about how you're a raving porn addict who jerks his pud relentlessly."

Vic frowned. "What do you mean by the rest of our lives?"

"I mean what it sounds like. Years from now, when we're both married and have children and such, even if we're living in different states, if I call you up and say I want to see you jerk off, you drop whatever you're doing, get to me quick as you can, strip naked, and whack off for me. That's the deal. Unless you want me to tell Mom and Dad, that is."

"Give me a few minutes," Vic said.

Angie stood and watched as he stroked and stroked and jerked and jerked. His cock made it about half way to erect, then went limp again. His sister shook her head, saying, "Looks like you just made a life-long commitment, little brother." She leaned down and kissed his cheek, saying, "Don't worry. I wouldn't really make you travel to another state just to masturbate for me. You know that. I love you, Vic. But I will take full advantage of our deal, trust me. I'll let you know when I'm ready to see the first show."

She turned, crossed to the door, unlocked it, then left his room.

Vic leaped up, ran to the door and locked it, his heart pounding, wondering when Angie was going to make her demand for him to masturbate for her next.

***

Vic sat on the living room couch, side-by-side with Stanley, video game controller clutched tightly in his hands. On the television screen before them, Stanley's knight brought his shimmering broadsword around in a devastating arc which took the head from the shoulders of Vic's ogre in a spray of dark blood.

Groaning, Vic tossed the game controller onto the couch side him. "Crap!" he fumed.

Stanley laughed. "Want to try it again? Looks like you need the practice."

"Screw you," Vic retorted, laughing. "Just 'cause you've had 'Realms of Dark Fantasy' longer and get to play it more-"

"Vic?"

He froze as his sister's voice interrupted him. It had been nearly three weeks since she had caught him in his room, late at night, masturbating to the XXX magazine. Since then, he'd been freezing each time she spoke to him. Especially when, like now, their parents were away from home. He turned to see Angie standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

"What?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

She stood up straight and crooked a slender finger at him. "Can I speak to you for a minute?"

Trying not to panic, Vic stood. "Stan, I'll be right back. Set the game to play against the computer if you want while I'm gone. And help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

His best friend nodded. "Thanks, man. I think I will play against the computer." He smiled to take the sting from his next words. "I need a worthy opponent!"

Vic smirked. "Screw you!" Then he turned to face Angie.

With a subtle tilt of her head that sent her dark hair to swaying, she indicated that he should follow her out of the room. She led the way upstairs. As Vic followed her, his stomach began to churn.

"What do you want?" he asked her.

"I think you know, little brother," she said as she stepped into her bedroom.

Vic halted outside the door. "Angie, are you insane?"

"Why do you ask?"

"For starters, I'm your brother! If you seriously want me to do...what you said you wanted me to do-"

"I do."

"You're sick!"

"Any other objections?"

"Yes!"

"What?"

"Stan's downstairs in the living room!"

"You want him to watch, too?"

"No!"

"Then why does his being downstairs matter?"

"You don't seriously expect me to masturbate with him here?"

"I do, yes."

"Why?"

"You know why, little brother."

"I mean why now? It's been weeks."

"I've been letting you revel in anticipation."

"I wouldn't call it reveling."

"What would you call it?"

"Dreading."

She smiled. "And now the wait is over. Take your clothes off and let me watch you jerk yourself to climax."

He took a breath, then let it out slowly. "If I refuse?"

"You know what will happen. Now hurry up. Or Stan might get worried and come looking for you just in time to catch part of your little show."

Gritting his teeth, Vic pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it onto his sister's bed. Smiling brightly, Angie walked past him and closed her bedroom door as Vic stripped out of the rest of his clothing. Naked, he held both hands over his limp prick.

"No need to hide that from me, Vic," Angie said as she settled into a chair to watch. "I'm going to see it when your jerking it anyway."

"Why are you making me do this?"

"You know why. Because I want to. Now hurry up, or I just may go get Stan and let him watch, too."

Left with no real choice, Vic shifted his hands, cupping one around his balls and wrapping the other around his still-soft member.

"That's better," Angie said.

Vic slowly stroked himself, glaring at his sister as she smiled back, watching him. But it was no use. He stayed limp.

"Would it be easier for you sitting down? Sit on my bed if you like."

Vic sat and kept stroking. His cock remained soft.

Angie stood.

Vic leapt up. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

"You aren't getting Stan up here for this!"

"No. Not yet I'm not. Just wait."

Before he could say another word, she was gone from the room. Vic's stomach was in a knot. He had no idea what kind of additional torture his sadistic sister was planning for him.

A few moments later, the door opened again and Angie stepped back into the bedroom, one hand behind her back.

"What've you got?" Vic asked.

"Here," she said, bringing her hand from behind her back. She held a magazine and a DVD. "I raided one of your older stashes. I figure you've not seen either of these for a while. Take your pick. Which one do you think will get you turned on the fastest?" She tossed the pornography onto the bed beside him, then closed and locked the door.

The magazine was one he'd forgotten he even had. It was an issue of "Sexy Teens" that, now that he saw it again, he recalled many, many enjoyable hours spent with it. The DVD was a 4-hour fuck-fest titled "Hot Girls Just Wanna Have Cum".

Vic picked up the DVD and asked, "Can I use your DVD player?"

She chuckled. "I wouldn't have brought that in if I was going to answer with a no, would I?"

Vic turned on Angie's television and DVD player and inserted the disc. Bringing up the scene selection screen, he quickly scanned the images there before highlighting one of the last ones and starting the film.

"What's so special about that scene?" Angie inquired.

"Watch and you'll see."

"No. I'm watching you the entire time. Why is that scene so good to make you go for it over the rest of them?"

"It just is."

"Why?"

"What do you care?"

She shrugged. "I just want to know what gets my little brother all hot and bothered and hard."

"You're sick."

"Maybe. Now answer me. What's so hot about that scene?"

"It's an orgy. Five guys and one girl."

Angie's sculpted eyebrows shot up. "And you say I'm sick?"

"Hey! I'm not the one forcing a sibling to jerk off for me!"

Angie conceded and fell silent, apparently content to watch him.

Wanting to get this over with before Stan came looking for him, Vic did his best to block out Angie's presence and focus solely on the television screen as the five guys groped the statuesque redhead's body and began to unfasten her clothing, helping her out of it.

To his utter amazement, Vic found his cock growing harder and harder in his stroking hand. Maybe he could do this and get it behind him.

On screen, the redhead was now completely nude and she sank slowly to her knees, pawing at the crotch of one the men. The guy obliged by unzipping his pants and shoving them, along with his boxers, to his ankles. His 8-inch-long prick bobbed in the air, hard and pulsing, for about two seconds before the woman wrapped her luscious lips around it and began to suck as she gazed up into the man's eyes. Two other men were taking up positions beneath and behind her, sliding beefy dicks into her pussy and anus. The remaining two guys had to be satisfied, for the time being, with toying with her breasts as their own erections strained at their pants. They paused long enough to strip naked, then resumed their fondling of the woman's large breasts.

Vic watched as the screen changed to a close-up of the two fat dicks fucking in and out of the woman's tight pussy and ass. She was wet enough that everything in sight glistened with her secretions.

His cock grew harder in his hand and he beat it faster and faster. His other hand stole to his chest, lightly rubbing his nipples. His breath grew harsh.

On the television, he watched the redhead sucking the guy who stood before her, her head bobbing, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. Faint, wet sucking sounds could be heard above the more audible, wetter slapping sounds of the cocks pumping in and out of her other end.

"Oh, yes!" Vic whispered, feeling his balls tighten. An instant later his load of hot cum surged up through his rock-hard shaft, erupting into the air as his hand moved so quickly it was blur. "Fuck, yes!" A second shot of cream followed. Both landed on his stomach.

"Oh, very nice, little brother!"

Vic jumped, abruptly feeling his face burning.

Angie laughed. "You forgot I was here! Didn't you?"

Vic nodded, trying to hide his still-hard cock.

Angie broke into another fit of giggles. "See? It's not so bad. I really enjoyed that! Didn't you?"

"No."

"Bull. How can you not enjoy an orgasm?"

"That's not what I meant. Are we done now?"

"For the time being."

Vic stood, not caring if he dripped fresh semen onto the carpet of his sister's bedroom. "How long is this going to go on?"

She smiled. "As long as I want it to. Now you'd better get cleaned up and get back down there to Stanley before he gets worried. Don't worry about your porn. I'll take it back and put it away for you. And I'll be sure to let you know when you'll be needing it again!"




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***

A faint, yet insistent, tapping on his bedroom door brought Vic out of a deep sleep. Groaning, his eyes burning, he rolled over to glance at his bedside alarm clock radio. The large, green numbers read: 3:03 AM.

The tapping continued, unceasingly, not varying in volume or the span of time between taps.

Vic rose and flipped on the light. The tapping stopped instantly. He unlocked his door and opened it.

Angie was standing in the hallway, clad in her fluffy sea foam bathrobe, her dark hair draped over her shoulders in stark contrast to the pale-green fabric, a smile firmly in place on her lips.

Vic's stomach tightened. "No way."

Angie slid past him and into his room. "Why not?"

"It's three o'clock in the morning! That's why not!"

"So? It's not like you have to get up early for anything today." Her smiled grew brighter. "After this, I mean."

"Go to bed, Angie."

"I was in bed. I couldn't sleep. So, I figured I'd come in here and watch a show."

"I was asleep!"

"Not now you're not." Her gaze roved over his bare torso and boxer shorts. "And you're nearly naked already. Just slip out of your boxers and do it for me."

"Not now."

"It's been a little more than a week since the last time, little brother. Don't even try and tell me you haven't had time to recharge."

"It's not that."

"I know. You're still embarrassed to have your big sister watch you whip your weasel. Right?"

He glared darkly at her, mumbling, "It's humiliating."

"Get used to it. And get naked. I'm not going back to bed until you cum. And neither are you."

Vic sighed, started to protest, then pulled his boxer shorts down, kicking them away, standing naked and already half-erect before his sister.

"That's better," she said. "You need porn to perform?"

"It'd help."

She waved a hand to indicate his entire room. "You've got lots to choose from. Take your pick."

Nude, his prick wobbling before him, the motion causing it to grow harder with each step, Vic crossed to his closet and opened the door. Lifting the lid on a plastic storage tote, he moved a pile of sweaters aside to reveal three side-by-side stacks of X-rated magazines. Grabbing the top one off the center pile, he returned to his bed, lying down atop the rumpled covers.

Angie took her place on the chair by his writing desk, spinning the chair to face him.

Without looking at her, Vic stretched out on his side and opened the front cover of the magazine, lightly stroking his shaft.

"No," Angie said.

He stared at her. "No, what?"

"You were in that position the other time you masturbated for me in here. And you were sitting up on my bed the last time, when you jerked off in my room. How about picking a different position?"

Groaning, Vic rolled over to lie flat on his back, his long prick standing straight up, pointed at the ceiling.

"That's better. Thank you."

"It's more awkward this way," Vic said. "It's hard to hold the magazine up where I can see. My arm gets tired."

"Then cum quickly. From the looks of your swollen rod, it shouldn't take you long."

Vic fell silent and flipped to the centerfold of the magazine. It was part of a photo spread of two lesbians probing each other's dripping twats with glass dildos. One was a blond named Amber, who had long hair, a neatly trimmed pubic bush, large breasts and a tattoo of a butterfly on the small of her back. The other was a brunette named Raven with shorter hair, a bald pussy, and even larger breasts than Amber. Staring intently at the image, Vic stroked himself with long, slow movements of his hand.

"Here," Angie said. "Let me help." The magazine was abruptly pulled from his grip.

"What are you doing?"

"Holding it for you. You're right. That looks really awkward."

"Sit down, Angie. It's bad enough I have to do this for you without you standing right over top of me."

"I'm standing right here until you cum. Get busy."

Groaning, glaring up at her, Vic resumed stroking his hard dick. Finally, realizing that he was masturbating while looking at his sister's face, he forced his gaze back to the centerfold and tried his best to ignore the fact that Angie was standing less than a foot away from him, watching him play with himself. He focused on the scintillating image of Amber's dripping pink snatch, parted by Raven's long fingers, the glass toy in Raven's other hand slid well into the fleshy folds of Amber's tight body.

As his eyes roved the photograph, exploring every subtle nuance of each woman's body visible in the photo, Vic felt his engorged shaft grow harder. He rubbed his fingers lightly over the swollen, satiny, purple tip of his cock, shuddering at the sensations that his own touch sent ripping through his flushed body.

"Hmmmm..." Angie purred. "That must've felt really good."

"Yeah," Vic muttered, glancing away from the centerfold to her face.

Angie was leaning toward him slightly as she held the magazine in the air above him. Her dark hair had swept forward, shimmering in the light, swaying a bit as she shifted her balance slightly. The smile she'd worn before was gone, replaced now with a look of mingled awe and undisguised lust, her full lips parted ever so slightly as she watched him lie before her and masturbate openly.

Vic again forced his gaze back to the picture held above him, roving his vision over it, imagining he could smell the musk emanating from the pair of stimulated pussies, imagining the soft moans of pleasure that the photographer must have heard as the two lovely women toyed with each others' erogenous zones and the soft squelches as they plunged the glass dildos into each others' wet holes.

"Oh, yes," he muttered softly, feeling the glorious sensation that marked the inescapable arrival of his orgasm.

"You're close, huh?" Angie asked, leaning closer as if wanting a better view.

"Very close," he whispered back, glancing at her face once more.

Looking back at the centerfold, Vic really noticed Angie's fingers as she held the magazine. Her slender, delicate digits held the photograph a couple of feet above him, clutching it so tightly that the her soft, supple skin was dimpling the glossy paper. Her fingernails were long and manicured, natural, not acrylic. She wore no rings or other jewelry.

Stopping the motion of his hand, Vic kept his own fingers wrapped tightly around his prick, but began to buck his hips, fucking the tube his fingers made.

"Fuck," he whispered. "I'm going to cum!"

"Do it! Let me see you cum!"

"Oh, Angie!" Vic's semen spurted from his purple cock-head as he sighed her name, dousing the magazine centerfold, running and dripping to fall on his stomach as the second, then third jets followed. The latter two lacked sufficient power to propel them high enough to drench the pages of the magazine, but still rocketed from his prick to spatter on his chest. "Fuck! Fuck, that's good!"

Angie lifted the X-rated magazine away from him, still watching as he writhed in pleasure. "Vic, I'm sorry. If I'd known I was holding this where it'd get wet-"

"Don't worry about it," he said, rolling into a sitting position, feeling the ticking sensation as fresh cum ran down his stomach. "It's not the first magazine I've gotten cum on. And that's not one of my favorites, anyway." Then he really looked at her, seeing her standing there, watching him, just as she'd watched him masturbate to orgasm after forcing him to do so. Growing angry again he stood, not caring about the cum dripping to the floor. "Do you realize what you're doing to me?" He was nearly shouting.

"Keep it down or Mom and Dad will hear."

Seething, he made a concerted effort to lower his voice. "Angie, you were holding that magazine there for me to look at while I came."

"Yes."

"But I came looking at you! My own sister! That's sick!"

She actually moved back half a step, her nose wrinkling a little. Then she stopped and shrugged. "So? I was standing right there. It's not like you couldn't see me."

He shook his head violently. "No! It's not like that. I achieved one of the best orgasms of my fucking life just now and I did it not while looking at porn, or having fantasies about someone. I did it while looking at my own sister as she stood there and watched my beat off!"

Angie folded the magazine closed and stared at him for a few seconds. Then she dropped the publication on the floor and fled his room.

***

Vic closed the gate that surrounded the swimming pool in their backyard and turned. He froze upon seeing Angie, clan only in her miniscule yellow-and-orange-pattered bikini, floating on the inflatable lounge in the middle of the water. He turned to go.

"Vic, don't."

He stopped, then faced her again.

She raised her head, lifting her mirrored sunglasses so he could see her eyes. "We've been avoiding each other for nearly two months, since that last time in your bedroom. We're brother and sister. We live under the same roof. We've got to stop doing that. We've got to figure something out."

Vic draped his towel over the back of a chaise lounge and stood staring at her. "That's easy. Promise me you'll never make me do that again and apologize for what you've already done. And, in time, things will probably go back to normal."

Angie sighed. "That's just it. I don't want normal. I like watching you masturbate, Vic."

He winced.

She shrugged. "Mom and Dad are on vacation, dummy. We're the only ones home. Remember? They left yesterday morning and they're gone for three weeks."

Vic nodded. He knew. He was dreading it. Three entire weeks without anyone in the house aside from himself and Angie. Who knew what she was planning to put him through. He nodded again, then picked up his towel.

"Don't go ,Vic. We need to talk."

"Apparently, there's nothing to talk about."

"Yeah, little brother. There is."

"What?"

"That night. That...last time, you said you came looking at me and not the magazine."

He winced again, not comfortable discussing this at all and certainly not outside where they might be overheard. Rather than verbalize a reply, he merely nodded.

"Okay. And you're right. That's not normal." She frowned. "At least I don't expect that it is."

He waited, not saying anything.

"We'll just have to deal with that, Vic. I like watching you get off too much. I found that out that night I walked in on you."

"That's not normal, either, Angie! For a girl to want to watch her brother... You know!"

She nodded. "Normal or not, that's the way it is. Why don't you hop in the pool and go for a swim?"

"I think I'll wait."

"Until I'm out of the pool?"

"No offense, but, yeah."

"I plan on staying out here all day. I brought plenty of sun block."

Vic watched her slide her sunglasses into place and noticed for the first time how her nearly-nude body shimmered with the oil that covered it. The reflected sunlight made his sister glow. He shook his head and turned to leave.

"Then masturbate for me, Vic."

He spun back, horrified. "What? Here and now?"

"Yes, little brother. Here and now. While I'm floating out here and you're on the pool deck. You're only wearing your trunks. Take them off and masturbate for me."

He folded his arms over his chest. "I can't."

"Then go grab some porn. But be quick about it. I want to watch you again."

"No."

"I'll tell Mom and Dad about your pornography collection if you don't. Soon as they get home, that's the first thing they'll hear. I'll tell them all about how I heard your moaning in your room one night while they were gone and went to check on you, thinking you were ill, and instead found you jerking off to a pile of smut."

"You wouldn't really."

One perfect eyebrow arched slightly over the top of her sunglasses. It was her only reply.

Vic sagged. "How much longer are you going to do this to me?"

"I've told you, little brother. This will go on for as long as I want it to. And I think I'm addicted to watching you masturbate so expect it to go on for a long time. Now get undressed and give me a show."

Left with no choice, Vic yanked his swimming trunks off and flung them into the chair with his towel. He started to sit when Angie stopped him.

"No. Do it standing up this time. I haven't seen you cum standing up yet."

Without saying a word, Vic took hold of his cock and lightly stroked it, feeling it grow hard at his experienced touch.

Angie dipped her hands into the water of the pool and paddled closer. "You're just going to do it? No porn?"

"I just want this over with," Vic shot back through gritted teeth as she stroked his dick harder and faster, knees bent to help keep his balance.

"Suit yourself. Just know that, with Mom and Dad gone for three weeks, you'll be doing this a lot."

Glaring at her, Vic said, "I expected as much." Falling silent, he stroked faster and faster, trying to ignore the fact that the friction on his dry cock was already uncomfortable.

He bucked his hips, trying to speed things along and bring himself to climax in record time. But the only thing to look at, really, was Angie as she drifted closer.

The sun still shone brightly on her oiled body. Her bikini just barely covered her pert breasts and groin. Their father had allowed her to buy it on the condition that it be worn solely in their own pool and never in a public place. Even then he'd not been happy with it. But Vic, though he'd never paid attention before, found himself admiring Angie's slim body and long, willowy legs.

Pre-cum oozed from the straining tip of Vic's cock and he thankfully caught it up, using it to lubricate his dick as he stroked even faster, bucking his hips, trying to cum for his sister.

"Vic, you look so hot standing there like that," Angie whispered. "Are you about to cum?"

At her words, Vic felt his balls tighten. "Yes."

"Say it louder for me, little brother. Tell me you're about to cum."

"I'm about to cum!"

"Tell me you're going to cum for me."

Before he could reply, Vic felt the mind-numbing sensation of his load of fresh cum surging through his shaft. He groaned and the groan quickly built to a bellow of animalistic lust.

Sperm jetted from the tip of his cock, arcing through the air and over nearly two feet of pool water to spatter down on Angie's lower leg. She jumped as it landed on her, letting out a little shriek. Another blast followed, splashing into the pool. Two more lesser shots rained down upon the wood of the pool deck.

"It's so hot!" Angie said. She was staring at the thick, white cum that ran down her leg, just above her ankle, pooling on the transparent blue-green of her raft.

Vic's stomach clenched. He'd just cum on his own sister. Swallowing hard, he turned and, not even picking up his towel or swim trunks, bolted through the gate and back into the house. He raced naked up to his room and slammed his door, locking it behind him.

Throwing himself on top of his bed, he buried his face in his pillow and fought against the nausea that roiled in his guts.

"What the hell is she doing to me?" he whispered to no one. "She's gone way too far. I've got to find a way to stop her! I've got to!"

***

"Hi, Vic. Got some time for your sister?"

Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning crashed. Heavy sheets of rain hammered against the windows. The storm had turned what should have been a bright, blue late summer afternoon into twilight.

He looked up from his book to see Angie standing in the doorway of the living room. "Not really, no." He turned his gaze back to the novel in his hands.

"What are you reading?"

He answered without looking up again. "It's called 'Storm Memories'."

She grinned and stepped closer, glancing at the window. "Appropriate reading for today. What's it about?"

He sighed heavily and tucked his bookmarker between the pages, lying the paperback beside him on the couch. "It's a horror story. It's about an old man on his deathbed. He's reliving accounts of a demon who's followed him around for his whole life. The demon only manifests itself during storms. The more powerful the storm, the more energy the demon has."

Angie frowned. "Sounds boring."

"It's not. The old man lives in Florida. There are a lot of storms."

She laughed. "Still sounds boring to me. Mom and Dad are over at the St. Clair's until late this evening. Why don't you and I go upstairs and do something more interesting?"

"Such as?"

"You know what I've got in mind, little brother! It's been about two months since that afternoon by the pool. You were so upset after that I decided to give you a break. Though I really would've liked to have had more fun with you while Dad and Mom were on vacation. Anyway, break's over. Let's go upstairs and you can put on a show for me."

Not wanting to appear too eager and arouse any suspicions, Vic put the novel on the coffee table and rose from the couch. "Okay. Let's just go get this over with." He left the living room and made his way to the stairs. "You know, Angie, one of these days I just may find a way to break your hold on me."

She giggled, as if finding the very notion ludicrous. "Not likely, little brother. Now come on. Hurry up. Go to my room and take your clothes off."

"How about if we go to my room instead?"

"Whichever. I've already got some of your porn ready for you in my room though."

"I guess I'm more used to doing it in my room. It's easier for me there."

"Whatever. Go to your room, then."

"Thanks."

With her trailing after him, Vic made his way up the rest of the stairs and down the hallway to his room. Going inside, he waited for Angie to sidle by him before closing the door. Then he stood there, watching her, waiting.

She stared back, delicate hands planted firmly on slim hips. "What are you waiting for? Strip!"

"No. I'm done putting on shows for you, Angie. That's over."

She smirked. "You've decided you want me to tell Mom and Dad all about your very large collection of hardcore, XXX goodies, then?"

"No. Not at all. You won't be saying a word to them."

"And why not?"

"Because if you do, I've got a little something of my own to show them. Something that'll get you into a whole hell of a lot more trouble than my porn collection will get me into. At least with the porn, I'm only having sex with myself. Unlike you."

She frowned, uncertainty mirrored in her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

He smiled, liking to watch her squirm. After what she'd been putting him through for the past months, he felt no guilt whatsoever over what he was doing and what he was planning to do. "I'm talking," he said slowly, "about your boyfriend."

"Daniel?"

"You've got more than one?"

"No!"

"Then I'm talking about Daniel, yes. More to the point, I'm talking about that night about a week before our parents got home from vacation when Daniel spent the night in your room."

She gaped at him. "You know about that?"

"Yep."

"How?"

He snorted with laughter. "It's not as if you were being too quiet, Angie." Switching to a falsely high-pitched imitation of her voice, he moaned loudly, " 'Oh, yes, Danny! Yes, baby! Oh, Danny! I just love it when you do that! Yes! Oh, Danny! Yes! Fuck me, Danny! Fuck me, Danny! Oh, Danny! Fuck my tight virgin pussy with your hard cock, Danny'!"

Her face was flushed bright red. She was actually shaking with anger.

Vic smiled, switching back to his own voice. "I'm shocked. I honestly thought you'd lost your virginity years ago."

She wagged a finger in his face and hissed, "You've got no proof! It'll be your word against mine! And when I tell them about your porn, I'll have proof! Even if you somehow manage to throw away everything in here before they get home later, I've got magazines, DVDs and VHS tapes of yours hidden in my room as proof. I've had them there since before I caught you that night, just in case."




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"Who says I don't have proof?"

Her mouth worked but no words passed her lips.

He smiled. "Want to see?" Without waiting for a reply, he crossed to his computer desk and moved the mouse to switch from screensaver to desktop image. "It's really good," he said, pulling out a CD from the holder and popping it into the appropriate drive. "Just wait." He double-clicked an icon on his desktop. The computer whirred and hummed. Then the media-player program opened. "Here you go, Angie. Your own amateur porn flick! Have a look."

Stepping closer, her face twisted with fury, still shaking, she watched as he opened the file stored on the CD. Her breath hitched as an overly dark image began to play.

"Like it?" Vic asked, glancing back and forth from her furious expression to the computer monitor and back.

Despite the darkness of the video, both his sister and her boyfriend were clearly seen and instantly recognizable. They were on her bed, both completely nude. Daniel was between Angie's splayed legs, licking her pussy eagerly as she whimpered, "Oh, lick my clit, Danny! Fuck, baby, that's good!"

Angie stood ramrod straight, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. "Turn it off," she whispered.

"But we're not even to the best part yet," Vic replied happily. "I really enjoy the bit where you go up on your hands and knees with him kneeling behind you. You're facing the camera, squealing with lust, saying all kinds of profane things to him. I'm sure Mom and Dad will love that part, too!"

"Turn it off!" she bellowed, seething.

Grinning, Vic closed the program, shutting the video off in mid-moan. He ejected the CD and turned to her, holding the innocent-looking plastic disc at his side.

"How?" she demanded.

He shrugged. "A hidden spy camera. It was about the size of a pencil eraser. I bought it not quite a week after that day at the pool. I put it in your room two days later while you were at the mall with your friends. The second night after that, you had Daniel over. I heard you moaning and activated the camera. I recorded two and a half hours or you two fucking and sucking." He held up the CD. "It's all on here. The next day, I slipped back into your room and pulled out the camera. Oh, and don't worry. I've burned more than a dozen copies of this video, too."

"You what?"

He nodded, grinning. "Yeah. And this is the only one in the house, by the way." He held the CD up again. "A few of the others I've given to friends in sealed envelopes with instructions not to open the package-"

"You're dead!"

"Don't worry. If I didn't trust them not to watch it, I'd never have given copies to them to hold. They don't even know what's in the envelope or that it has connection to you. Anyway, other copies are scattered here and there in little hidey holes across town." The grin faded from his face, his expression becoming one of utmost seriousness. "So, Angie, if you say one single word to anyone about my porn collection, or what you've put me through since that night you caught me masturbating in here, I will quite happily turn a copy of the CD over to Mom and Dad. Understand?"

Shaking with rage, she nodded.

"Say it."

"I understand." Her words were spoken through gritted teeth.

He watched her for a few moments, then said, "I think you do. Good." He put the CD back in its case and tucked it back into place in the holding rack before looking to her again. "You look tense, Angie. Relax."

She stood before him scowling, not moving, saying nothing.

He nodded. "You know what I've found to be the best way to relax?"

Still she made no reply but simply stared daggers at him.

"Masturbation," he said, answering his own question.

Angie only glared at him.

He nodded. "Yep. It's amazing how relaxed you feel afterwards. Maybe you should give it a try." When she still didn't answer, he said, "It'll be good for you, big sister. Go ahead. Right here and right now. Let me watch you like you've been watching me."

She inhaled deeply, then bellowed, "Fuck you!"

Vic shook his head. "No, you're a lovely girl, Angie, but you're my sister. I'll be perfectly content to just sit and watch you play with your no-longer-virgin-pussy. Go ahead, then. Take off your clothes."

"No."

He nodded. "I thought you'd say that. But if you say it again, I'll show Mom and Dad a copy of that CD I just showed you."

Her eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't dare!"

"I would. Believe me, Angie. After the humiliation you've put me though lately, I would in a heartbeat! The only way you're going to avoid that is by letting me watch you as you've watched me. Starting here and now. You've forced me to masturbate for you three times. I'll be nice and not count the night you snuck into my room and caught me, since I watched you and Daniel fuck. Okay? But you've forced me three times, so you've got to let me watch you three times. Then we'll call it even. And you start paying me back here and now. So, you either strip naked and masturbate to orgasm for me, or I give Dad and Mom that CD the moment they walk through the front door later. It's your choice."

"I can't believe you're doing this to me, Vic!" Her eyes swam with tears.

He smiled at her. "I felt the same way when you first started to force me. I felt like you were betraying me. But I got over it and did what I had to do. I'm sure you'll do the same. Now... What'll it be? You'd better hurry. They'll be home in a few hours. Assuming they stay as long as they'd planned and don't come home early."

Tears beginning to stream down her smooth cheeks, Angie pulled off her tee shirt.

"I thought that'd be your answer," Vic replied.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, you bastard!" Her words were barely discernable through her humiliated sobs as she pulled her shorts down, leaving herself clad only in her pale lavender bra and matching panties. They went very well, Vic thought, with her tanned flesh. "You aren't really going to make me do this, are you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "You made me do it. The only difference here is that, this time, I'm making you do it. The shoe's on the other foot now. Or, I guess I should say that the shoe's coming off of the other foot now. Strip. After that video, there's nothing I'm going to see that I've not seen before."

Slim shoulders shaking as her sobs wracked her lithe body, Angie unclasped her bra and pulled it away from her pert breasts, trying to cover her pale, untanned chest with her arm. Vic allowed her to do what she could to cover herself as she struggled out of her panties using only one hand to help them down her willowy legs. At last, she stood before him, completely naked, her hands over her tanless erogenous zones, trying to hold on to one final shred of modesty. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she stared imploringly at him, her eyes begging him to let her go, to release her, to say this was all a joke and she didn't have to do what he'd said she must.

Vic watched her for several long moments before saying, "You'd may as well stop covering yourself. I'm going to see everything again, anyway."

She began to sob louder, her body shaking more violently.

Vic took a seat in his desk chair and swiveled it to face her. "You can assume whatever position is most comfortable for you. Do you need something to help you along? I can find a nice pictorial in a magazine of a guy you'd think is hot fucking a young woman. You can imagine he's Daniel and you're the girl if you like."

She shook her head and sat on the bed. One hand still covered her pale breasts while her other held its place over her snatch. Vic watched her and saw the middle finger of her lower hand moving a little. He smiled.

"Angie, no fair. Spread your legs for me. Let me see."

"Vic..."

He sat silently, staring at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Please," she begged. "Don't make me do this! I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry for what I put you through. I was wrong! Alright? Don't make me do this! I know what you went though now! I know how humiliated you were. I-"

He stood abruptly, cutting off her words. "No," he said, nearly shouting. "You don't know, Angie! You've taken your clothes off in front of me and that's all you've done! I had to masturbate to orgasm in front of you three fucking times! You wouldn't let me cover anything! You had to see it all! Hell, the second and third times I came looking at you! My own fucking sister! You have no fucking idea what you put me through, Angie! Not yet. But you're going to. So spread your damn legs and get busy. If you haven't cum by the time Mom and Dad get home, they get that CD. You've been warned." He sat back down, feeling his anger-flushed face burning.

Her sobs growing nearly to shrieks of despair, Angie lay back on the bed and thrust her legs open, revealing her pussy to him. One finger worked lightly over her clit.

"That's better," Vic said. "But you're not aroused in the slightest. You'd better hurry."

Her fingers moved faster but her clit stayed soft and there was no trace of moisture in her twat.

"It's not so easy to perform when someone you don't want to see you is watching. Is it?"

She didn't answer.

"Is it?" he repeated, his voice far louder.

"No!" she screamed, sitting up. "It's not! Are you happy?"

"No," he shot back, "I'm not! And I won't be until you do what I've told you that you need to do! Now get busy!"

"I can't, Vic!"

"You wouldn't accept that from me so I'm not accepting it from you!"

"Vic-"

"Payback is a real bitch, isn't it? Either you orgasm - very soon - or Mom and Dad will be watching that video of you fucking Daniel in a few hours!"

"I can't!"

Vic grinned abruptly. "I've got an idea. This should help you." He pulled out the CD and popped it back into the drive, starting it.

"What are you doing?" Her words were soft, marred by her crying, her voice suspicious.

"You, Angie, my dear, loving sister, are going to sit there and finger-fuck yourself to climax while watching Daniel fuck you."

"No. I don't want you to see that video, Vic."

"Tough shit. I've already seen it. And I'm going to see as much of it again as it takes you to cum. So, the quicker you perform, the less of it I see this time around. I promise you I'll turn it off as soon as you orgasm. Deal?"

Before she could reply, the video started to play on his computer monitor.

Angie's sobs grew louder again as she was forced to watch her first true sexual encounter repeat itself on her brother's computer as she sat naked, legs splayed wide, before him as he watched her. Tears streaming down her face, Angie began to massage her clit.

"Just close your eyes and block out everything but the sound of the video," Vic said softly. "Here. I'll turn up the volume for you." He adjusted the speakers' volume and the recording of Angie's soft moans of pleasure grew louder. "Maybe that'll help."

Without a word, Angie fell onto her back, one hand toying with her clit, her other hand tweaking her still-soft nipples. She was still sobbing, her lithe, mostly-tan body shaking.

Vic remained quiet, content to simply watch her and enjoy his vengeance.

After many minutes, Angie's sobs quieted to gentle whimpers and Vic saw that her clit was actually starting to swell. A bit of moisture was beginning to ooze from her pink slit. The scent of her musky aroma permeated the air.

Vic felt his cock swell in his pants at the sight and smell. His stomach tightened as he realized his sister's arousal was turning him on as well. He wondered if Angie ever got excited when she was watching him. He forced the thought from his mind and focused on her as she continued to masturbate on his bed.

Aromatic juice began to stream from her twat, trickling down over her puckered asshole to soak into the quilt on his bed. Her outer lips swelled, as did her clit. Her finger worked faster. Vic looked at her chest and saw that her nipples had grown hard as well. Angie was pinching and tugging at them with more and more urgency. He leaned closer, unable to help himself, wanting a better view of his sister's orgasm when it hit. He inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her fragrance into his lungs and holding it there.

Angie began to whimper, not with shame and sorrow now, but with lust and pleasure. Her hips wiggled and squirmed as she dipped first one, then two and finally three, delicate fingers into her sopping twat. Vic clearly heard the wet sounds they made as they slid easily in and out of her. Angie's head thrashed from side to side as she moaned.

"You're about to cum, aren't you?" Vic whispered.

"Um-hum," she moaned lightly.

"Good girl," he said softly. "Let me see you cum."

"Yes," she whispered back.

"Let me watch your pink pussy spasm with pleasure as you climax!"

"Um-hum," she whimpered again.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Very," she said, the word drawn out into a warm purr.

Vic felt his hard cock pulsing in his shorts as his erection strained to burst free.

Before he could say more, Angie's breathing hitched and she squealed loudly. Her back arched, leaving the bed, as her fingers danced quickly over her pussy and clit. Juice ran freely from her slit, drenching her hand, inner thighs and Vic's quilt.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

Vic leaned as close as he could without falling out of his chair.

Her pink twat was pulsing with pleasure as it pumped musky fluid from her body. Her head thrashed madly from side to side. Her words dissolved quickly into shrill screams of pure lust. After several moments, she fell still and silent.

Vic watched her for a few brief seconds, then, as he had promised, turned off the video playing on his computer. When he turned back, Angie was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands once more covering her now-flushed chest and sopping pussy. She was staring at him in horror.

"One down," Vic said, "two to go."

Angie leapt up and ran to the door, naked, moisture still dripping from her snatch. She yanked open the door and fled. A moment later, Vic heard her door slam closed.

"I'll bring your clothes to you later!" he called to her, bending to pick them up from his floor.

When he picked up her lavender panties he paused, glancing at the quilt on his bed. A large patch at the side was soaked with Angie's lust. The smell of it filled the room. Reflexively, he inhaled and felt his hard dick twitch.

In a flash he was naked and stroking his shaft. Within moments he groaned with lust as a massive shot of molten cum spurted from his swollen head.

Catching his breath, Vic felt abruptly nauseous. "What the fuck am I doing?"

***

He waited nearly two months to claim the next installment of the payment due him.

It was night. So late is was well into the early morning hours. It was just as it had been when Angie had come to visit him for his second "show" as she had liked to call it.

After forcing her to masturbate in his room for him that day, Angie had been quiet and sullen for days and had avoided him like the proverbial plague ever since. Not tonight, though. Tonight it was time for more payback.

Standing quietly outside her bedroom door, Vic tried the knob. As he'd expected, the door was locked. Using her previous method, Vic began tapping lightly on the door, insistent, unceasing, until he saw light under the door.

"Who's there?" Angie asked.

Smiling in the dark at the fear in her words, Vic whispered, "Your loving brother."

He clearly heard her sharp intake of breath. There were a few moments of silence, then she asked, "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want?"

"No, Vic... Please..."

"Yes, Angie. You know the game. Do it or you know what'll happen."

He heard her quiet sobbing combined with the sound of the door unlocking. The door opened to reveal her. She was wearing only a flimsy satin gown.

"Vic," she said, her tone pleading, "please... Don't make me do it again."

Easing her backwards, Vic stepped into her room and closed the door softly behind him, locking it. "Yes, Angie. I'm going to make you do it again. Then a third time, just like you did to me."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Vic. I never knew what it was like for you, what I put you through."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Honestly?"

She nodded, her expression turning to hope.

"Bullshit," he whispered.

Her face fell.

He stood watching her. When she made no move and said nothing, he asked her, "What are you waiting for?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled off her gown. Beneath, she was wearing only white cotton panties. She slid them off quickly and stood nude before him.

"Oh," Vic said, keeping his voice low, "you'll be wanting to cum a lot more quietly this time than you did the last time, big sister. If you make that much noise with Mom and Dad home..." He trailed off, letting her imagination take over.

Her moist eyes grew wide. "Can you... Will you please...let me wait until sometime when they're...not home? Please?"

He shook his head. "Nope. You got me up in the middle of the night to masturbate for you. I'm just returning the favor. Be sure to keep the volume down."

She nodded, looking miserable, and turned away, sitting on her bed, watching him. "What if I cum twice for you tonight? That'll be the three times. Then we'll be even. Right?"

He smiled. "Anxious to get it over with?"

"Yes."

"No. You kept making me wait between performance, making me deal with never knowing when you'd come back. I want to do the same to you. I want you to feel everything you made me feel, all of the humiliation and all of the uncertainty."

Hot tears streamed down her face.

"You brought this all on yourself, Angie. Every bit of it. Remember that. You blackmailed me into masturbating for you. I'm just doing to you what you did to me. You're actually getting off easy. You know that? After tonight, you know you'll only have to do this one more time. I never had that."

She nodded, wiping her eyes, then lay back and spread her legs wide for him to see, showing him everything, as she began to diddle her already half-erect clit.

Vic pulled her desk chair over and sat, watching her. He noticed that she hadn't put up much of a fuss this time and was far, far quicker to start. And she had already been showing blatant signs of arousal before she started...

Angie's twat began to drool quickly and she dipped two fingers into her liquid musk and scrubbed them over her clit. She was already whimpering softly.

"Remember," he told her. "You have to cum quietly."

She nodded, splaying her slender legs farther apart for him. Vic noticed that her summer tan was fading away. He found himself looking forward to next year's tan. Shaking his head, he forced the thoughts away and leaned forward, staring at Angie's wet slit.

"Spread your pussy open wide for me, Angie. Let me see deep inside of you as you masturbate."

Without a word or any hesitation, she slid her other hand from her hard nipples to her twat, using the fingers of one hand to peel the petals of her sex wide open, revealing glorious pink inner flesh, as she scrubbed harder at her clit with her other hand.

"You're really wet," Vic whispered to her.

"I always get very wet," she answered.

The clarity of her response startled him. He looked up at her face and was surprised to see her head tilted to see could see him from her prone position. She was smiling at him, though her eyes were still damp with tears.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she said. "But I've got nothing else to do while I masturbate - nothing else to look at. And you've said the last two times you came for me you were looking at me. I figured you'd want me to do the same. Cum looking at you, I mean. You know, as part of the payback you're extracting."