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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 01

By: Tx Tall Tales



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"Please don't make me do this," Krista pleaded, her big blue eyes filling with tears.

"I'm not making you do anything," I told my pretty blonde neighbor, leaning back into the couch, legs akimbo, waiting for my show. I was ready, wearing only boxers and a polo shirt.

Her eyes flickered to the side, once again taking in the collage of pictures on the coffee table. 

"You know that if Rich ever saw those pictures he'd kill me." 

"So am I supposed to lie to him?" I asked her, pointedly.

She stood quietly, firming her resolve.

"One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling.

"I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, delete them from my hard drive, and I promise that Rich will never hear about them from me."

"Why are you doing this, Alex? I thought we were friends." 

"Sure we're friends. I want to stay friends. Really good friends. Close friends. Special friends. Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can't get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can't stand it anymore."

"Just this once, right?" She asked for the umpteenth time tonight.

"You heard the deal." With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion.

Once committed, Krista seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy while peeling her t-shirt off over her head, but the end result was worth it. Her breasts are very nice, very much an attention grabber, and to see them swelling out of her lacy bra brought on the first twitch in my shorts.

She did a much better job with her shorts, opening up a button, then lowering a zipper, exposing nothing but skin to the eye. She peeled the two sides outward and I was finally rewarded with a hint of black material where her panties started.

Krista completed a leisurely turn, ending with her back to me, before teasing her shorts over her hips. After just an inch or two a thin black string was exposed, funneling down to the crease of her full ass, where the two side strings met and disappeared between her cheeks. Once her shorts were midway down her hips and the going was easier, she bent over almost in two, and slid them down to her ankles, then held that pose a few seconds, letting me take in her all but naked, oh-so delicious, ass.

The naughty thong, worn by such a prim-and-proper lady, was in so many ways very much like her. It always seemed a bit odd to me that such a pretty woman had so little experience. She'd only been with one man in her entire life, her husband of 12 years, who she'd married just out of high-school. She was a good little Southern Baptist wife, no drinking, no swearing, and little in the way of hijinks. Yet she wore very tight and revealing clothes that accentuated all of her amazing assets to their best advantage. She would be very proper and virtuous, and then tease me out of the blue, in a flirtatious almost brazen way.

A mother of two, with the body of a 20 year old, she could make my blood boil. I had rehearsed this scene for weeks, and then carefully planned it out, before I lured her up to my study, and set the whole plan in motion.

Her husband was insanely jealous, and on top of that I knew that their sex life left a lot to be desired. They were on a calendar, and she agreed to let him have sex with her once a week, in order to keep the peace. 

And now she was delivering her very best lap-dance, in order to keep her night of skinny-dipping a secret.

"That's nice," I told her, gazing on her heart-shaped cheeks and thinking how nice it would be to bury my face in them.

She stood back up and danced a bit longer before she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, releasing her full, ripe tits, swaying to the music's beat.

I saw her eyes glance down at the pictures on the coffee table, then at the tenting of my boxers, then back to my face. She was suddenly blushing madly as she tried to cover her breasts somewhat, while turning and dancing before me.

"Come closer," I encouraged her, and she hesitantly did, straddling my leg, dancing with her hips to the hard back-beat. 

She suddenly spun, her back facing me, all but naked. She leaned over, hands on her knees and wiggled her ass at me, now no more than a foot away. She turned to see my reaction and gave me another glance at her pendulous globes, now unfettered by bra or hands.

I reached out and ran a fingernail down the outside of one cheek, slowly, and I could see the goose bumps explode all over her body. She gasped, and I could see her legs trembling. I reached one hand out to each hip, and turned her, so she would face me once more. 

As soon as she turned her hands went back to her breasts, doing a poor job of covering them. 

"More," I whispered huskily.

She slowed her movements down to a simple weight shift on every other beat, and languidly slid her hands back, until instead of covering her tits, her hands were pushing them together and out. Krista leaned forward, her shoulders performing a mesmerizing figure eight, her hands now offering up those amazing mounds for my examination. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, as she undulated before me, her breasts a hesitant gift.

I leaned forward in my seat, matching her leisurely pace. Her nipples were small and very hard, begging for attention. Up close I could breathe in her scent, and count each little bump surrounding her aroused nipples. A tiny freckle just below the right one was framed inside her tan line. I wanted to kiss that tiny spot and make it mine. She must have felt my breath on her skin. Just as we were about to touch, she inched back, making me lean forward even more.

"Just this once, right Alex?" she breathed.

"Then they're destroyed. No more hot-tub pictures." I assured her once again.

She leaned back over me, her breasts rubbing against my face. I reveled in the sweet smell of her skin, as she rubbed her full tits against my face, cupping my face in the valley of her untanned skin. I only got a few minutes of this treatment before she backed away again.

I wasn't sure what she was up to, until she climbed forward and put her knee next to my left thigh, and straddling me, she placed her other knee beside my right thigh. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, until her hot crotch was firmly pressed against my very stiff cock.

I got a moan from her at that, and she tilted her hips, rubbing her barely covered slice up the length of my pole. My cock was still in my boxer shorts, but desperately begging to come out and play. I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, before sucking it deep into my mouth.

It was amazing. I worried both her breasts, teasing, pulling, nibbling, and sucking. It was almost beyond comprehension that this innocent beauty was in my lap, those picture perfect breasts available to me. And the shy innocence she displayed on a day-to-day basis disappeared as the sexy, playful, horny Krista made her appearance. She seemed in heat. She was pressing herself hard against my cock, rubbing up and down against it rhythmically. I let my kisses wander upward from her breast to her neck, my hands replacing my mouth on her tits. My lips continued their journey to her ear, and she became even more animated, nearly humping me. I reached my right hand behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her even harder against me, and with my left hand I turned her face and covered her mouth with mine. I raped her mouth with my tongue and she screamed out into my mouth, grinding her pussy against me, coming explosively. 

When her body stopped shivering, she pulled her face away from mine, and shifted her hips back just a bit. Our foreheads touched as we both looked down to where we'd been connected. My cock had sprung from the confines of my boxers through the handy fly, and I could see where it was soaked in her juices from about an inch below the head down to where I disappeared back into the shorts. Her pussy was uncovered, her thong shoved to one side, her lips red and swollen, sticking out lustily, and coated in white juices. 

She was breathing heavily, and she slid her hand between us, running the edge of her index finger up and down my cock once.

I was afraid to say a word. This wasn't part of the deal, but it was the goal I'd been dreaming of. I held my breath, and waited to see if she'd take the next step.

Krista pulled her face back about an inch, and looked into my eyes before bestowing a small kiss on my lips. Then she was sliding off of me, between my legs, her eyes locked on the angry red pole rising from my shorts, her fingers bracketing it but not touching.

Her hands crept forward, encircling, and then grasping me, and she slid them up in an unhurried, teasing fashion, and then all the way back down. She repeated this several times, her two hands traveling the full length of my cock. Then she leaned forward and pressed the side of one cheek against me.

"It's...big," she said softly, stroking it again, and then brushing her lips against it, just under the head.

I'm no giant, but above average in length and thickness. And I knew her husband was just the opposite. He'd stepped out of the hot-tub once, and he sported an erection that barely made a dent in his bathing suit. 

"Suck me," I asked her gently.

"I don't do that," she answered firmly.

"Please, it's just this once."

"I've never done that for Rich."

"I'm not Rich."

She looked from my cock up to my eyes and then back to the length of meat she held between her hands. 

"No, you're not," she said with a grin, and to my amazement, lowered her mouth over my purple helmet. Her tongue was active in her mouth, and her hands pumped me firmly. She pulled it forward a bit, tilting it away from me, and then she pushed her face down as far as she could, before pulling back to the top, and looking into my eyes.

She pulled her head off of my cock and leaned back, moving her hair back with a toss of her head. 

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you." I told her honestly.

She laughed out loud. "Oh, I know that. But that's not going to happen. What else do you want?"

"I want you to suck me off." I said it almost plaintively.

"Ask me nicely," she said coquettishly, tilting her head and giving me a teasing smile.

"Please Krista, suck me. Take me in your hot little mouth. Let me watch my cock disappear into that beautiful face. Suck me until I come."

"Ok." 

She dived back onto my cock taking me deep in her mouth and used her hands to beat me off. She could only take about half the length, and she gagged several times at that, but she worked hard to pleasure me, breathing deeply through her nose, her hands pumping, occasionally looking up to enjoy the sight of me hypnotized by the show occurring at my waist. 

She pulled back a bit and licked up and down my shaft before playing with my balls. She took each in her mouth, tugging and sucking gently, and then licked even further below. I watched her in awe as she pulled my balls up out of the way and licked all the way down to the edge of my ass. Her tongue tickled that sensitive place between balls and ass, before treating my pole to a licking, and once more doing her best to swallow me whole. Now she was in control, and her hands worked me like a piston, tight, firm and fast, dragging me to my climax.

After all the dancing and anticipation I couldn't last long, and I stiffened, pushing my hips forward, advertising my impending explosion. She pulled her mouth back, looking up at me, and stroked me fast and hard with both hands. With a cry I launched my cream into her hair, and after the second spurt, Krista plunged forward and took my cock in her mouth, letting me finish there. When I relaxed and settled back into the couch, my ejaculation complete, she pulled her head back, her lips wet with my cum, and looking into my face she swallowed deeply. making a bit of a face, and then smiled. She took my sloppy cock back into her mouth, and this time sucked it clean, before she leaned back on her heels and smiled at me again. 

"Looked like you enjoyed that," she said.

"Now that's an understatement." I laughed.

"Not bad for my first time then?" she asked, and I could feel an underlying plea for approval.

"Incredible. You are an incredibly hot and desirable woman, and your mouth is a thing of beauty and unlimited pleasure."

"I'm glad you liked it." And she blushed.

"You know I did."

"So, a deal's a deal, right?"

"A deal's a deal." 

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Misty climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Misty was rubbing her tits against Krista's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Krista was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Misty was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towel, her breasts nicely displayed. 

"They're really pretty good. It's almost a shame to destroy them." She giggled. 

"You don't have to. I promise, they're deleted from my hard drive, and Rich will never see those from me."

She folded the pictures and put them in her purse, and then grabbed her clothes and rushed out to the bathroom to get dressed, suddenly very aware of her state of undress.

When she came out she looked radiant. I had put my pants back on, and was waiting for her. She walked right up to me, pulled my head down to hers and kissed me firmly. She tasted minty; must have found a bottle of mouthwash in there.

"That was nice. You know you didn't have to blackmail me. If you wanted me that bad, you just had to ask," she told me, playing with the buttons of my shirt.

"Maybe. But this way it's not your fault. You don't have to feel guilty. I made you do it." I reached out, unable to stop myself, and placed my hand on her breast, giving it a squeeze.

"Ok, but now it's over. We've had our fun, but we're both married. We can't be doing this." She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

I didn't answer her. I wasn't about to agree to that statement.

"Whew," she finally said, rolling her eyes upward, "It was really nice." She took my hand in hers and walked through the house with me.

"You looked like you enjoyed it there, just a little, at the end." I teased, giving her hand small squeeze.

"Maybe just a little."

"I guess you know that I did as well," I joked.

"I guess a little." 

She turned to me at the door. "But we can't do this again. I don't regret it, but I'm afraid of what might happen. I'm afraid of me more than anything."

"No regrets. Drive safely," I told her as she stepped out the door. "I would hate for anything to happen to the prettiest girl I know."

She giggled and turned away, walking with a sway in her step, that started arousing me.

I locked the door and ran upstairs to see how the movies had turned out. I had two separate cameras on us, one from the overhead lamp above and behind me, and one from the bookshelf to my side. I was aching to review them, and was already pondering how much she'd pay to get rid of these. 

If naked pictures of her in a hot-tub with her friends earned me this afternoon, I wondered what a movie of her stripping and giving her first blow-job were going to be worth. But first things first. I had a new hard-on I had to do something with, and some home movies that needed watching.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 02



Krista looked at me in horror. "I can't believe you did this!"

"I told you I wanted to fuck you. Now I will." I shrugged. I thought I'd feel a little guilty, but all I felt was lust.

"There's not a chance in hell," she told me through clenched teeth.

"Be reasonable, Krista. You know what's on that movie. What would Rich think? What would your parents think? Or your fellow church members? The parents of your kid's classmates? Really, it's best if this video stays between you and me."

"You would do that?" 

"Only if I had to."

"But it would ruin your marriage too." She insisted, still looking for an out.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm better at editing than that. You would never see much of me, except below the waist. And clearly, you couldn't mistake me for Rich there." I laughed.

"So what's it going to take this time. You have your way with me and I get the movies?" She was angry, almost shaking.

"Nothing that easy I'm afraid. You'll be making payments on this one." I let my statement hang in the air between us. When it seemed she was about to say something, I completed my demand. "Weekly. Whatever I want. For a year."

Krista looked stunned. "You've got to be kidding."

"Actually, I think you're getting off quite easy. Now come to Papa, we've got to get you out of those uncomfortable things." I reached for her but she pulled away.

"Wait. Let me think about this." 

"There's no thinking here, Krista darling. You are mine. You will do what I want. Or you will watch your life fall to pieces. You know you want to; now you have to. Why fight it?" I reached for her again and she let me grab her arm and draw her to me. 

She stood, shaking, tears welling in her eyes, one lonely volunteer running down her cheek. It should have bothered me. All I could think about was burying my cock inside her tight little gash, and knowing that the hesitation she was feeling now would give way to the hot and horny Krista I'd witnessed once before.

I slowly stripped her, and she stood waiting, naked before me. I removed my own clothing and she could see that there was no need for foreplay; I was definitely very ready. 

"Let's watch that movie, in it's entirety." I told her. I hit the button on the remote, and saw my home made title, "Krista's first BJ".

I moved to the edge of the couch, turned her to face the TV, and sat her on my lap. My stiff rod was between her legs, rubbing against the outside of her smooth slit. 

My hands explored her body, while she watched herself perform for me on the TV. I whispered into her ear while I played with her tits. "Here, when you lowered your shorts for me, my heart almost stopped. Look how beautiful your ass is. I wanted to eat you then and there." She was squirming in my lap while I rocked my hips, sliding my cock across her moistening lips. Abruptly I felt her hand, cool against my burning rod, pressing, pulling my prick against her. Her hand rubbed up and down my length.

"And here. You offered me your tits so sweetly. You know I've always loved your tits."

"I know," she whispered. The first words she's said since we'd started the movie.

I nibbled on her neck, and grasped her big boobs in my hands, squeezing them and fondling them. "And now they're mine."

"They're yours."

"Look at you. Look at how you rubbed against me that day. I wanted so bad to pull you an inch or two higher, and slip that fat dick up inside you." On the screen she was humping me madly, desperately. Now, watching the action, her hips started to move, a faint echo of the show on TV.

"What were you thinking?" I asked her, sliding my hand down to her quim, squeezing around the edge of my cock to slide a fingertip into her. 

"I wanted it. I wanted your big thing in me. I wanted to feel what it was like." She whispered, eyes glued to the screen.

"You still want to know, don't you?" I whispered back into her ear.

"Yes." 

I grabbed her ass on the sides, and lifted her hips up off my lap. 

"Do it. Put me inside you." I urged her.

She settled her weight onto her feet, and lifted her ass off my lap. Her hand positioned my pole directly below her moist opening, and as she lowered herslf back down, she gave the extra wiggle needed to let my cock slide deep inside her. She stopped about halfway, lifted up again, and then pushed down hard on my pole, taking it to the root. On the screen she was going wild rubbing herself against me.

"So now it's in you. All of it. More cock than you've ever had. What's it like?" I pushed her shoulders forward, making her lift up off of my cock most of the way, and then I pulled her back hard, sinking to the hilt inside her again.

"Oooh." She gasped, then whispered. "Full."

"Full?"

"I feel so full, so complete, stretched and filled."

"Look at the screen." I told her.

As I spoke the TV-Krista was obviously coming, while the TV-me clenched her in my arms. The real Krista just sat there eyes riveted, my cock inside of her, while we watched the girl on the TV slowly come down from her peak, and stare down at where her sex pressed against his, connected, but not quite joined.

"Was it nice to come, pressed up against my cock like that?" I asked her, reaching between her legs and teasing her. I grabbed the remote with my other hand and paused the show, as the Krista on the screen slid down between my legs.

"So nice. I almost never come. Not for years," she confessed.

"You'll come for me. You'll come all the time. I'll make you come so much you'll beg me to stop."

We ignored the screen for a bit, reveling in the sensation of penetration, that one and only time when you share sex for the first time. She was breathing heavily reacting to my every motion, the squeezing of her breasts, the rubbing of her clit, the nibbling of her neck and ears, the continuous plowing of her incredibly tight pussy. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled her up a bit, so I could get more action down below, pulling further out, and driving back in, pulling her whole body up and down mine.

"You are a dream come true," I told her while her body arched back, her head thrust back over my shoulder. "I can feel the excitement building in you, like an electric charge, it's building, and building. If I don't let you come soon you'll be screaming for release." I loosed my arms, settling her down firmly on my cock, and grabbed her breasts, squeezing the nipples, and twisting them forcefully, massaging them.

My words were working on her and she leaned over, breaking free of my arms, her hands gripping the edge of the couch seat. She brought her legs together between mine, and planted her feet firmly on the floor. Without warning she was driving herself up and down on my cock. I grabbed her hips and helped her, thrusting mightily. The odor of our sex was intoxicating, and I could hear little grunts escaping her lips.

I let it continue quite a while, until I could hear her breathing becoming rough, and could feel her trembling. "Do you want to come now?" I asked her.

She remained quiet, struggling with herself.

"Do you?" I insisted.

"YES." She hissed between clenched teeth.

"Good, watch the screen." I pressed play on the remote, and Video-Krista started her incredible blow-job. I pulled her back against me, letting her catch her breath a second.

She watched her onscreen-self gobble me, mesmerized by her own wanton actions. 

"You were incredible," I whispered, my hand back between her legs, as I massaged her clit. "Was that really your first blow-job?", I asked.

"Yes."

"Incredible."

I put my hand behind her hair and grabbed a fist full of silky blond hair. I turned her head to me, and greedily enveloped her mouth with mine. My arm across her chest, tweaking her nipple, held her high on my body. My other hand rubbed her pussy hard. She was reaching down to touch where my cock was driving in and out of her velvet tunnel, while her other hand was buried in my hair, clutching me. I used my hips to bang her hard, and she had her feet up on the couch and was getting some leverage of her own, slamming down onto me. 

I wrenched my mouth off of hers and breathed into her ear. "Come for me."

She moaned and her hips ground into me.

"Come on my big cock."

She was almost crying.

"Come for me, Krista."

"Oh God," she hissed.

"Come."

She threw her head back and screamed, pulling hard on my hair. I continued pumping her and massaging her clit while she shuddered in my grip. Her hand reached down and grabbed mine tightly, stopping the motion, and her entire body seem to lose it's shape as she collapsed against me, her head lolling back, her eyes disappearing back into her head.

I could still feel her tunnel pulsing around my shaft, and reveled in the thought that I could own this beautiful, hot, and desperately horny woman so completely.

On the screen she was sucking me fiercely, and it was only a few moments before I was going to come in the movie. I pushed her head up.

"Watch now. Watch me come for you. See what that pretty little mouth of yours did for me."

She watched, leaning forward, intent on seeing herself suck me to completion. 

"You were so damn hot," I told her softly.

"I felt so nasty."

"Here. I come for you."

Krista pulled off my cock and crawled towards the screen, watching the finish. She looked so good on her hands and knees, her ass presented to me, her pussy pink and swollen, I wanted to leap up and fuck her wildly, but just enjoyed the view for a few moments. On the screen I came in her hair, then on her hands and forearms, and finally in her mouth.

"You came so much." She spoke softly. "I thought after the first two shots, you'd be done. But you kept coming and coming in my mouth. I could barely swallow it."

"It was a dream come true. I fantasized about that moment so many times. And now that sweet mouth of yours is mine."

She looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering. "It's yours."

I leaned back holding my achingly hard dick up to her. "Show me."

I could see her hesitating before taking my sticky wet sword into her mouth, but she did it, licking me and sucking on me like a baby with a pacifier.

"I think that's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. My cock disappearing between your lips, your big blue eyes looking up at me."

She locked her eyes on mine, and then thrust up and down on my pole, taking it deeply, while watching me.

"You can be a nasty little girl, can't you? You don't mind taking that slimy cock in your mouth. You know it's your own juices, and you're loving it."

She let me know her answer by stopping, taking her face off my knob for a moment, then taking a long slow lick, like an ice cream cone, before giving me a smile and taking me in her mouth again.

"That's so nice, Krista. You're making me feel so good. I'm going to come shortly. I'll let you choose where I finish. In your mouth, in your pussy, or in your ass?"

She pulled her head back and looked at me with disgust. "In my ass? That's gross. I don't do that."

"You don't suck cock either." I reminded her.

"That's different."

"Trust me Krista, I'll be coming in your ass, and often. But this first time, it's your choice."

"Come in me, then."

"I will, but where?"

"In me, here," she said shyly, gesturing between your legs.

"In where?" I asked her again.

"In my... love hole." 

"Your love hole?"

She blushed. Hard to believe. She'd sucked me, she'd fucked me, and she turned red as a beet when asked to talk about her pussy.

"You want me to finish in your love hole?" I said with a grin.

"Yes." 

"So you want me to fuck you hard, and come in your pussy?" I asked her teasingly.

"YES!" She said loudly, "Just fuck me Alex."

I laughed, and picked her up and bent her over the arm of the couch. She looked so sexy as I spread her cheeks apart and plowed into her with my stiff meat, meeting little resistance.

The feeling was wonderful and yet it allowed me to screw her for an amazingly long time, considering how worked up I'd been. I massaged her ass cheeks and pounded my beautiful new sex toy with long full strokes. Feeling wicked, I spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tiny little brown rosebud. I worked up a bit of spit, and let it fall from my lips targeting her virgin asshole. She moaned when it hit, and as I enjoyed her, I used my thumb to rub it around and into her back door. Eventually I was fucking her hard, while my thumb was completely buried in her ass.

"Do you like that?" I teased her, moving my thumb vigorously, stretching her.

"It's so nasty. So dirty." She gasped.

I pulled out of her and I spread her cheeks wide while I buried my tongue in her rear, pushing an inch or more of it up inside her.

"God, Alex. That's sick. That's so dirty." But even as she said it, she was reaching back and helping me hold her cheeks apart.

I let go of her cheeks and left the job to her. "Hold yourself for me."

She acquiesced, spreading herself wide.

I slid first one and then two fingers up inside her wet slit, and then worked them in her bunghole. She moaned continuously, and I couldn't resist the temptation.

I pulled my fingers out, and she whispered, "Are you going to do it?"

"Yes."

"Nooo," she whispered, but her actions made lie to her words as she continued to hold herself open for me.

"Yes, although I'll just tease you this time." I assured her.

I aimed my pole at her and pressed the fat purple head forward, against considerable resistance.

"Oww, don't, it won't fit," she moaned.

But even as the words escaped her, I popped past her opening, and suddenly had two thick inches of meat buried in her ass.

"Ah, but it does fit." I told her, pulling her hands back off her cheeks and observing the white and then red stripes her fingers left behind. I waited, letting her get accustomed to my insidious invader.

"This is so wrong, Alex. Stop now. My butt is burning, and this is so filthy, I can't believe you're making me do this."

"Hold still, baby. You can take some more," I encouraged her. I worked to slowly bury a couple more inches into that incredibly tight virgin hole. I peeked forward and I could see she was biting her own arm, just above the biceps.

With almost half my length inside her, I was happy to cornhole her gently, enjoying the tightness, and the view. Before long it was easier, and her ass-ring didn't cling to me so hard on each out-stroke.

"You're fucking my butt," she groaned, "you pig."

"Ask me to stop and I will." I told her.

"Right, you didn't earlier."

"Go ahead, try me, ask me to stop fucking your cherry asshole, and I'll pull out right now."

"Ok, stop." She laughed.

I pulled out, and rubbed her sweet cheeks. I left a small kiss right on her stretched hole, and stepped away from her.

"You really did it!" She exclaimed, turning over and sitting on the sofa arm, looking at me.

"Of course. I've never lied to you Krista. I've tricked you, deceived you, and hidden things from you, but I've never lied to you. You really can't trust me, but you can trust my word."

"You are warped, you know," she laughed, incredulously.

"Suck me," I told her.

"But you were just in my butt!" She sounded shocked.

"Yes, and it's not nice to go from ass to pussy, so suck me. Suck me clean."

"We can wash it clean. Then you can have me again." 

"Oh, I know I'm going to have you again, I promise. Now suck me."

She leaned forward and took it in her hand. I don't know why she was suddenly so fastidious, you couldn't even tell where it'd been. 

"Go ahead," I encouraged her.

She stroked my cock, and then she lowered her mouth over it, sucking me deep. She bobbed her head up and down several times, then pulled off, licked her lips and pulled back.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked her.

"You taste nasty." She answered looking up at me. But then she took me back in her mouth, and sucked me long and hard.

"That's likely. But then you're really a nasty little girl, aren't you Krista." 

Krista looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine, and slowly worked her mouth up and down my cock twice, before letting me slip out of that pleasure chamber. She gave my shaft another long lick, then leaned back and licked her lips.

"I think you're ready now." She said with a mischievous smile.

I got up and took her by the hand, leading her down the hall to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed, and waited for her.

She climbed between my legs, and stroked me with her hand, seeming to enjoy the stiffness awaiting her. After just a few seconds she climbed up and lowered herself onto me. I was again surprised at how tight she seemed, as she eased herself down my pole.

I can't describe the time that followed. Krista used me. She pleasured herself on my prick. Whether she was slowly rocking back and forth, grinding her hips onto me, crouching over me and slamming her fuck-hole down my swollen shaft, or just riding my entire length in long, leisurely, plunges, she kept herself in almost constant motion. After what seemed an eternity, her hair wet and stringy about her face, her chest glistening with perspiration, she was bringing me to the finish-line, and the closer I got, the more excited she got.

As we neared the end she was thrusting back and forth on me in a steady motion. It was a firm, solid, fucking, and I was on the edge. 

"Come for me, Alex. Come for me you blackmailing bastard," she hissed, driving herself up and down my shaft even faster and harder, "You come for me."

I pulled her upper body down to mine, and grabbed her ass with both hands, holding her just above me and slamming my cock in and out of her. 

"I'm going to come in you now, Krista. I'm going to come in that hot little pussy of yours."

"No! You've got to pull out." She struggled half-heartedly.

"I'm going to come inside you, I'm going to paint your insides with more cum, and deeper, than you've ever felt before." I hissed, thrusting as hard as I could into her.

Krista tensed in my arms, then moaned "Oh, Fuck!" and as I emptied my balls inside of her, she bit me hard, screaming into my skin, and coming mightily on my cock. With each additional jab inside her, squirting my love-juice deep into her womb, she shivered in my arms, and her whole body spasmed.

As I lay there in the aftermath, my breath slowly returning, my pulse easing back, I recognized that I was still semi-hard, and I rolled my hips, working myself in and out, slowly hardening again. She lay there, spent.

When I felt I was fully hard, I rolled over with her beneath me. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, and gave her another leisurely fuck, this time taking my time enjoying the amazing sensation of my prick slowly piercing her over and over. I looked down and took in the view of my wet pole disappearing inside her. She was malleable and loose, almost semi-conscious, when I rolled her on her side, and continued in that position. Now I was doing the fucking, using her, and enjoying every stroke I laid to her. 

She looked beautiful and disheveled, and the thought of being able to use her on demand, and some of the things I had in mind for her started to get my blood boiling again. I turned her again, on her belly this time, and tucked her legs up under her, exposing her completely to my desires. I re-entered her from behind and pounded away, holding her by the hips and pulling her back against my forward thrusts. I leaned forward, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back against my thrusts, arching her back. My hands traveled down her shoulders, across her upper arms, down to her wrists. I pulled her wrists back behind her, forcing her upper body down against the mattress. I could see the edge of her big tits splayed out to each side as they were crushed against the sheets. I took both her wrists in one of my hands at the small of her back, using it for leverage as I continued my pummelling of her previously unspoiled pussy.




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I wanted to come, and I was close, but the end seemed just out of reach. I used my free hand to slap her butt cheek hard, and she cried out at the contact. I slapped her again, leaving a big red hand print.

"I could fuck you forever," I told her, spanking her again.

She mumbled something, and I smacked her again. Her right cheek was starting to show the effects of my spanking, and was much redder than her left cheek.

"Speak up," I told her.

"Do it," she told me, clearly.

"Do it?" 

"Fuck me. Like this. Use me, however you want."

The words were electric, and I felt them to the base of my cock, which suddenly exploded again, once again bathing her inside with my cream.

God, I was going to enjoy owning this girl.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 03



Part III of the Blackmail tales. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with parts I and II - A Bit of Blackmail, and A Bit More Blackmail.

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I was really enjoying owning Krista. I didn't get as many chances as I'd like, since we were both married, and we had to be selective about our times and places. But we lived very close to each other, and both our spouses worked. I worked from the house, and she was a stay at home mommy. The agreement was for once a week, but that went out the window almost immediately. When she argued the second time I came by, I told her to shut up or start explaining things to her darling hubby. Then I had her suck me off quickly, and I left.

By the end of the second week, we'd been together four times. On three of the four occasions we were pressed for time, but I insisted she blow me every time. She was just so damn beautiful, with a face off the cover of a magazine, that I was consumed with the need to see my cock disappearing inside that innocent mouth. Knowing I was the only one who had ever seen that incredible sight made it even more exciting.

Then I'd give her a hard fucking, making sure she came for me at least once. The fourth time there was a little more to it, and I teased her into a tizzy. It started with a blow-job, of course. But then I returned the favor, extensively, bringing her right to the edge of release and then holding her there, craving it, before backing off. Then I took her from on top, her legs pushed back far, open for me, and rode her to the edge of her own release again, stopping short, her breath gasping, her skin flushed. I took her from behind and again left her hanging. By the time she was riding me she was almost out of control, desperate to finally come, and she fucked me like a wild woman. After she came on me, it was a couple of more minutes before I won my own release, and then I had her lick me clean. She didn't want to. So what. She not only sucked me clean, she sucked me back to hardness, and then sucked me for the next 15 minutes while I watched the noon report. I'm not mean. I showed her how to alternate the oral with her hands, and how to relax her jaw so she wouldn't cramp. I let her get us both drinks, and I didn't really try to hold out, letting my orgasm come when I felt it arising. Nor did I get mad at her for gagging, but she knew better than to spit it out. She'd tried that once.

Going into the third week her early resistance had almost completely disappeared, and she was growing adept in her ways of pleasing me. Almost eager.

Just this morning I'd been over there with only a short time available to play. Certainly long enough for a good blow job, and a chance to drop another load in her deliciously tight pussy.

The conversation had been especially titillating.

"Why me?" she asked, relaxing next to me as I rested and caught my breath, having just filled her still steaming twat. She'd given up asking me to pull out.

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, you had pictures of both Misty and Donna, why'd you decide to blackmail me?" She asked it seriously. She had turned on her side, and was looking at me expectantly. 

She had a few drops of cum on her cheek, almost to her ear, from our initial session. I'd spent most of that time in her pretty little mouth. Sexy little mouth. Mustn't think like that. I don't have time for another bout; got a lunch business meeting and really shouldn't be late.

"Silly. Because you're the one I want. You are the one I'd been fantasizing about for months. You make my blood boil, not them." I reached out and drew my finger across her sullied cheek, then placed it between her lips.

Good girl. Suck it with your delicious, tempting little mouth.

No. Don't even think about it. I've got to be in Plano in 30 minutes.

"Well it's not fair. I mean, I didn't do anything they didn't do. And now I'm your damn sex slave, and they get off scot-free." She was pouting. God, she was pretty when she pouted. 

"Hell, I probably couldn't blackmail Misty if I tried." I told her, trying to make her feel a little bit better. "If I threatened to show naked pictures of her to Paul, she'd probably ask for multiple copies, insist I give her 8x10's and then ask if I would take some more. I mean, geez, the little harlot just loves to show off her body." I had started out rubbing her shoulder and arm soothingly, but my hand was now at the curve of her waist and hips, and I found my hand cupping her ass. 

No. Thirty-three minutes until I was to meet the guys from DG. Don't do it.

"Well, what about Donna?" she asked scooting closer to me, and letting her hand drop down to my partner in crime, who wasn't listening to my arguments about meetings and responsibility.

"What about Donna?" I asked.

"Why haven't you blackmailed her?" Her hand on my cock was tugging gently, and I had to think hard about what she was saying.

"I hadn't even thought about it," I told her honestly. "All I wanted was you." Although the idea was a bit intriguing.

She pushed at my shoulder, encouraging me to lie back, and then she was climbing on top of me, placing my eager member, who was much more irresponsible than I was, back into her warm tunnel. I sighed as I entered her. I love that feeling. And I loved looking up and seeing this 'out-of-bounds' beauty leaning over me, her near perfect melons hanging down, yearning to be in my mouth.

"She wouldn't be that hard to blackmail, you know." She told me, rocking slowly back and forth on my staff. I was getting harder by the moment. Of course I couldn't get that much harder.

"You know her husband is 11 years older than her, and pretty damn insecure. We talk about it a lot. He's just as jealous as Rich, maybe more so." Back and forth, back and forth, her hot little slice working it's magic on my rampant rod. 

I glanced over at the clock - 11:20. I was supposed to be there at 11:45. It was at least 20 minutes away. I guessed I had a few minutes.

I reached down and grabbed her hips, working with her, sliding her up and down my happy soldier.

"Maybe, but the pictures of her aren't nearly as good." I told her, in spurts.

"You only need one. She's such a priss, I still can't believe she went skinny-dipping with the rest of us. I mean, she won't even wear a bikini." She leaned further down, letting her breasts come to rest just below my chin. I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples.

"And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment.

My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. 

Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.

"Although I guess she doesn't really know you that well. Not like me and Misty. I don't think she'd be likely to come over to your house to talk." She really sounded very serious about this.

I pulled my mouth free of those incredible globes, at least for a moment. "You're right, I've only been around her half-a-dozen times, and I don't think I've talked to her, just her, for more than a couple of minutes, ever."

Krista leaned over further, her breasts pressed against my chest, her face in the curve of my neck.

"There's gotta be a way," she murmured, nuzzling my neck, nipping at me, tasting me.

I held her hips up just a bit and went to town, fucking up into her hard and fast, the angle working out just right, rapidly bringing me to that ever-so-pleasant precipice. 

She gasped for me, "God, you make me feel good." Then her teeth bit down on my shoulder as she came on my cock. It was enough, within moments I was coming with her, holding her hips tight, as I buried my cock as far up her as I could, and bathed her insides with my juice.

I leaped off of her moments later, and started dressing hurriedly, tucking my wet cock into my pants, not even taking the time to clean up. Tying my shoes, I looked over and saw the clock showed 11:33. Shit, I guess if I drove fast, I could probably make up the time. 

"I really gotta run. I can't be late for this meeting. We can talk about it later." She escorted me to the back door, naked, and gave me a warm kiss that had me contemplating rescheduling. No. What was I thinking. I jogged down the alley to my house, and leapt into my truck, the taste of her lips still lingering.

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The next day I got a call.

"Did you make it?" 

"Hello?"

"Did you make your lunch meeting?" she asked me with a giggle.

"Shit. I had to wait almost 15 minutes for them. I probably had enough time for another blow-job." I laughed in response.

"Right. After coming three times in less than an hour? My jaw would still be aching, and you'd have left with blue-balls. Believe me, I know." 

It was hard to believe this was the same little chaste Southern Baptist mommy who'd never even SEEN a hard-on other than her husband's until less than a month ago. The same girl who had delivered her first blow-job, on video tape no less, just a scant three weeks ago.

"I've been thinking about it." She said.

"Thinking about what?"

"About how to blackmail Donna." She sounded peeved, like I should have known.

"Are you still on that? I mean, seriously, not that I wouldn't mind having her, but who's got the time. If I've got some spare cycles, I know who I want to spend them in. Besides, I've still got the home fires to take care of."

"I told you I don't like to hear about that. Please." A little more irritated now. 

"I'm sorry." I didn't go any further than that. When I explained what I was sorry about, I was usually wrong anyway. Just get the apology out there, and let them apply it as they will. Shit, I didn't need to apologize anyway. What was I thinking? Hell, it didn't hurt I guess.

The line was quiet for just a few seconds.

"It's ok. But you know it's only fair. If you're going to blackmail me, you really should have to blackmail Donna." She insisted.

This was women's logic as far as I was concerned. I just couldn't get my mind around the convoluted thinking.

"Maybe you're right," I told her, trying to placate her. Anything to just get her off the subject.

"What if I invited her over to my place? When the time is right, of course. And I told her you were threatening to blackmail both of us? Then, if she hesitated, I could give in, and she'd pretty much have to as well. And even if she didn't, if you were to tape our little meeting, a video of her being there while I sucked you off would be pretty damning. I imagine at the least we can get her to strip for you, and that should be enough added evidence to really get her in hot water." She was speaking quickly, blurting it out.

"I don't know, it sounds pretty complicated." I told her, wondering what it would take to get her off the subject. If I had been over there, I could just fill her mouth with cock. That usually shut her up.

"It really isn't. Why don't you come over and I can explain it to you while your fucking me with that big fat juicy cock of yours." She almost purred over the phone.

"Jesus, Krista! I really need to finish this report." I told her.

"You can finish it later. It won't take me too long to lay out the whole plan for you, while you're filling me with that delicious hunk of meet you've got hanging between your legs. Just don't stick it in my butt until I'm done explaining it. You know how hard it is for me to talk when your butt-fucking me."

I didn't really know. I'd only been down that path that first time, but it sounded like an incredibly good idea at the moment. Although I was astounded that she was the one to suggest it. What had happened to the shy, hesitant, reserved Church Lady?

"I'll be there in two minutes." I told her.

"Hurry lover. Come in the back. I'll be in the bed. Oh did you hear me? 'Come in the back'. Not until after I tell you the plan, ok?"

I just hung up, and jogged down the stairs.

* * *

I was fucking her doggy style, eyeing the target I was soon going to be attacking. Incredibly I had completely forgotten to get my "welcome" blow-job.

"Tuesday, next week should be good. We are supposed to go shopping for sweaters, and I can invite her over here first. If we don't get around to the sweaters it's no big deal." She was damned insistent. She had the whole thing planned out, down to where I was supposed to put the cameras. But as I started to think about it, the idea of Donna riding my cock to oblivion didn't seem so bad.

"Bring the pictures in an envelope. All of them. The pictures of all of us." She continued.

"I don't have the pictures of you." I told her, as I enjoyed the feeling of sliding in and out of her from behind. I swear I enjoy the view almost as much as the feeling. Looking down across that delectable ass, to see my fat rod sliding into her, and then her pink lips clinging to me as I pulled back out.

"But they were digital. You just gave me the prints." She sounded perplexed.

"I told you I'd destroy them." 

"But when you said you'd give me all the copies, and delete them from your hard-drive, I figured you probably still had a copy on a CD or something." Her breathing was a little ragged. She'd been doing a lot of talking and we'd been doing a lot of fucking. 

"Listen. I told you I wouldn't lie to you. I'd trick you and deceive you, but not lie. I'm honest, just not all that moral." I reminded her, giving a few hard thrusts for emphasis.

"That's ok. I still have my copies. I assume you have other pictures from that night?" She was leaning over now, her head and shoulders resting on the bed, while her sweet little ass was raised up nice and high for me. I couldn't resist it any longer and after wetting my finger, I started working it around her teasing little butt-hole.

"I have several others," I admitted. "Even a couple more of you. I got rid of all the pictures I showed you. Not all the pictures I'd taken." I worked at it, my finger up to the second joint.

Her voice was getting more ragged by the minute. "Good! You bring the pictures, and I'll bring, OUCH, gentle back there, I'll bring Krista. You come over by 10:00 and we'll have plenty of time to set up." She barely got the words out before I was sticking a second finger in that nearly virgin ass, and opening her up.

"Christ that hurts!" she cried, pulling away a bit. "Get some lube out of my drawer before you tear me apart, please."

I was a little put-off by her demanding tone, but she just looked at me with those big blue eyes, and I could see the glistening of almost shed tears.

"Please," she asked nicely, looking at me worriedly. I wonder how I must have looked to her for her to get so nervous. 

Reluctantly I pulled my wet cock out of her, and felt the cool air against it as I opened the drawer. I spotted a red bottle that said "Slippery Stuff". Bingo.

I was back behind her quickly, putting a few drops on the crack of her ass, and using my finger to apply it. My finger slid into her tight butt easily. This stuff really worked.

"I never would have thought, looking at you a month ago, that you'd have sex lube in your bedroom. You wild thing." I teased trying to get us back in the mood. I placed a bit more of the lube on my cock and rubbed it all over.

"Not my idea." She said softly. Again I could hear in her voice the reluctance to talk about anything personal when it came to her love life.

That's right. No matter what we'd been doing, talking about our spouses and our love-life at home was strictly taboo. Although it was Ok to talk about blackmailing one of her best friends. You figure it out.

"Well, for the moment, I'm glad." I told her lining up my cock, and pressing the spongy head against her little brown asterisk. She was quiet as I got ready to enter her, and then she gave a small moan as I pushed and easily slid a couple of inches into her sweet butt. 

"Wow!" She said, with a air of relief, "That wasn't bad at all. I'll have to thank Rich for that one," she giggled, giving her butt a wiggle. "Go ahead, stud, give me some more."

I didn't want to disappoint her, so I held her cheeks tightly and pushed smoothly getting half of my length firmly inside her.

"Damn that feels weird," she told me, gently rocking against my insistent intruder.

"I wouldn't call it weird," I told her, working back and forth, and getting a little further with each partial stroke. 

"Maybe not from your end," she said, pointedly.

"Touché."

"Touché, my ass," she said, and then giggled at the appropriateness of the comment as I was sheathing my sword in that self-same ass.

That first time, that first day when I made her mine, I hadn't gotten much more that half my length into her butt, but this time, things were going much better, and I was nearly buried. In order to get that last little bit of virgin butt, I had to shove hard, fucking her ass a little more willfully.

"Oh my God. I just felt your balls slap against me as you pushed that beast almost to my tonsils," she gasped.

"That's it. You've got it all, there ain't no more." I told her, pulling her back hard, my entire shaft invisible, firmly ensconced in her back door.

"Do that again. I want to feel your balls banging against Wilma, as you fuck my butt."

Wilma?

I wasn't about to argue. I wanted it bad. I'd been fucking her for at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. Combine that with being inside that tight ass, and the idea of being the first to fuck her there, and I was ready to really go for it.

"Pretty demanding for a sex slave, aren't you," I teased as I started using more of my length on her. Maybe a solid ass-reaming would be a good reminder of who was in charge here.

"Only because you're such a great owner," she replied, breathlessly.

It took a bit of playing around, but I finally found a rhythm, that had me pounding into her butt, with my balls almost tapping out a counterpoint, slapping against her pussy. She was getting really wet, and the slapping of my balls against her love hole was getting to sound juicier and juicier.

She was moaning loudly and her hands where clenched between her legs. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping against her fingers as she worked herself over. Something else that I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Like a firecracker she popped, crying out, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," and then moaning loudly, almost crying.

I fucked her harder, not worrying about the niceties of making my balls hit her just right, but slicing that ass up for all I was worth. Bang. Bang. Bang. Pounding my cock into her as hard as I could. Fucking that virgin ass like a pussy. 

She cried out, "Yes, Yes, Yes, you fucker, fuck my ass, fuck it! Oh, Oh, OOOHHH," and she was coming explosively again, harder than I'd ever seen her come. It was amazing, and just so damn exciting, I had to join her, slamming in all the way to the balls, and filling her bowels with my jism. 

"GOD! That feels so wild, your hot juice filling me," she gasped, reaching back and holding her ass cheeks wide, as I finished in her.

I collapsed beside her, breath heaving, bathed in sweat. She'd have to change the sheets. 

"That was the most incredible thing I ever felt." She confessed, wide eyed in amazement over her own strong feelings.

"I told you I'd make you come." But I'd never expected anything like that.

"It's not always like that, is it? I mean, doing the butt thingy." She asked curiously.

"Hardly. Never really. Not even close. You were pretty incredible," I told her. She was stretched out beside me, laying on her belly, and I reached down to rub those curvaceous cheeks of her tempting tail. My finger had a mind of it's own, as it preceded to lodge itself inside her butt again. She just gave a delicious little 'mmmm', and wiggled so I could get it a little deeper.




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"We're going to have to do that a little more often," she told me as I played with her well-used hole.

More than once in 30 or so years? I figure that shouldn't be too hard. Anyway, I was planning to get as much mileage as I could out of all her openings. 

"So Tuesday's set, right?" She asked me, rolling away from me and heading to the bathroom. "I've gotta run soon. I'm bringing lunch to Derek at school; he hates macaroni day, Ok?"

"Tuesday," I answered.

She came out of the bathroom, putting on her bra. What a sight. This blonde bombshell, a walking wet dream, naked except for a plain white bra. I had just fucked that. Yep. Me. Fucked it in the ass even. And she loved it.

"I don't think we should do anything until then," she told me bending over to give me a kiss,"I want you to have that hungry look you had that first time with me. It was scary. I knew you meant business."

Shit. She was getting just a little bit too pushy. I think I'll go along with her until Tuesday, and then we'll see if maybe a little reminder isn't in order.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 04



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Part IV of the Blackmail tales. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with parts I, II, and III - A Bit of Blackmail, A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. Just click on my name to find all my stories, and start from there. 

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Chapter 4: Donna

"Hi Donna," I spoke from the recliner.

She cried out in surprise, and almost jumped out of her pants. It would have saved us some time.

"Gosh! You scared the daylights out of me Alex. I didn't expect to find you here? Is Rich here too?" She asked, looked past me towards the rest of the house.

"Nope. Just me." I answered with a smirk.

She looked at me bewildered, and turned to Krista who was just stepping into the living room herself.

"Alex asked me to invite you over," Krista said shakily, drinking deeply from a glass of wine that had mysteriously appeared in her hand. "What did you want to say, Alex?"

I just leaned over and pushed the two large brown manila envelopes towards the ladies. Each was labeled with a name.

Donna picked hers up, still looking damned confused, and when she opened the envelope I could almost hear all the breath leave her body. She dropped the envelope and most of the pictures, barely holding onto two of them. Her hands were shaking.

I stood and walked past her, looking over her shoulder. "That's not even the best one," I told her, placing my hand on her shoulder and feeling her shudder.

"Jesus, Alex, what's this all about!" Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock.

"Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water. 

It looked pretty wild, but Krista had just been stepping past her. The picture made it look like she was stepping into her.

"Now this," I said, handing it to Donna, "was one of my favorites."

Donna couldn't speak, it looked like she was still in shock. But she took the picture and looked at it. I saw her eyes glistening with held back tears.

"Please, Alex, be reasonable. You can't let anybody see these. Rich would kill me." Krista whined.

"Oh, I can be very reasonable." I laughed. "Maybe we can work out a deal."

"What kind of deal? You know we don't have much money." Krista asked, feigning concern.

"I was thinking more along the lines of barter." I teased, walking past Krista, and letting my hand run through her hair.

Donna finally spoke up. "Fuck you, Alex. I'm just going to explain it to Dave. He'll understand."

"Really? That's awfully decent of him. And you'll explain it to your Bible group, and the PTA? I've heard those pictures just might find themselves on the Internet. Hell, I can't quite recall. They might be there right now."

"If you show those to anybody else, I'll call the police." Donna growled.

"That's Ok. I'll take them down as soon as the police ask me to. Not that there's anything illegal here. Hell, it looks to me like you guys are posing for the camera in this one. No hidden cameras, no drugs. Just some wild women crying over spilt milk." I laughed.

I stepped over to Krista and asked her, "How about you? You just going to explain these to Rich, your parents, his parents, and anybody else I can think of?" 

Krista stared at the pictures, and then asked me softly, "Can you give us a moment?"

"Sure," I said, wandering off to the kitchen and grabbing myself a cold brew. "Take your time."

Krista led Donna into her bedroom and closed the door. It was a couple of minutes before they came out.

"What's it going to take?" Krista asked, as she and Donna stood before me.

"Make me an offer." I answered.

"We want all the pictures. And your promise that this is the last we'll ever hear of it. Every picture destroyed." Donna spoke up.

"Gee, that doesn't sound like much of an offer to me." I laughed. "Surely you can do better than that."

"You make me that promise." Donna insisted.

"And?" I asked.

"And just this once, you can have 15 minutes with me. You can't do anything with Krista." She sounded really angry, and she crossed her arms looking at me almost begging me to argue with her.

"Damn, Donna, that's a hell of a first offer. But why shouldn't I get something from Krista as well?"

"Take it or leave it." Donna insisted, while Krista leaned in and whispered to her.

"And what do I get for those 15 minutes?" I asked, intrigued. This certainly wasn't going where I'd anticipated.

"Me. Naked. Now."

"So it's a strip show? C'mon, you can do better than that." 

"Not a strip show, me, naked, to do with as you please." Donna explained.

I took a moment to ponder the offer. I had cameras in the bookshelf over my shoulder, pointed down towards my lap, and I had two more in the bedroom, focused on the bed. Krista had helped me position them that very morning, and we'd even tested them a bit, just a tease for me, still saving up for the real action. Now I just had to make sure whatever happened, it happened in the right place.

"I'm really not in much of a hurry, why don't we make it 30 minutes, and you've got a deal." I countered.

Donna raised her eyebrows. "Thirty minutes? That should be interesting. And in return we get all the pictures, no copies anywhere, and nobody hears about it?"

I stood up, and extended my hand. "You've got a deal, beautiful." I turned to Krista, "I hope you don't mind if we use your bedroom." 

She didn't answer as I took Donna by the hand, and lead her down the path of future ownership.

After we entered the room, she closed the door behind us. She then took off her clothing, very matter-of-factly, folding them carefully, and turned away from me, laying down on the bed. She looked so damn good, her full breasts separating naturally, her fair skin almost immaculate. She had a very light bikini tan, just accenting those naughty areas that were mine for the moment.

As I started undressing myself, she spoke savagely. "You may fuck my body, but I'm not going to help you."

"Now Donna, that's not a very good attitude. It doesn't have to be like that," I told her.

I grinned to myself. I could see the wetness in her panties, and I could smell her from where I stood. She was dripping wet. She pretended not to care, but I saw her watching as I lowered my boxers. I was standing fully erect, and I saw her eyes grasp the full extent of all that she was about to receive.

I thought about playing games with her, but the moment got the better of me. I stood at the foot of the bed and reached down and spread her legs open. I looked at her glistening light brown hair, contrasting neatly with the very blonde hair on her head. I climbed between her legs and placed her calves over my shoulders. Her leg trembled, and I saw a ripple of nervousness run down her body.

I was more than ready. Stiff cock in hand, I rubbed the head over her moist opening, parting the hair, and her swollen lips. Then I placed the shiny purple helmet inside her opening, and slowly slid all the way inside her. It was delicious.

She just laid there, trying to hide any feelings. I smiled, sliding slowly out, and then pushing steadily back in.

"That's not so bad, is it Donna?" I asked her softly, stroking her slowly. When she didn't answer, I took her ankles in my hands and spread her legs in a huge upright V. Then I pushed in hard. Slow out strokes, and hard, insistent in strokes. Her tits bounced with each stroke, providing an enticing show.

After a minute or so of that I released her legs and leaned over her, playing with her breasts. I extended myself over her, prostrate, my face over hers. Her face was no longer looking quite as angry as before. I leaned down, nuzzling her neck, and starting fucking this surprising MILF harder. 

"God, you feel nice, Donna. Nice and tight." I whispered into her ear, thrusting firmly. "Too nice. I wouldn't want you getting me all worked up too quickly now, would I?"

I pulled out, and laid down next to her, just playing with her body, teasing her nipples, fingering her squishy wet slit. She wasn't moaning yet, but the whole ice queen thing had definitely started to melt away. I was a little irritated with myself, just jumping on her and riding away, with no thought about tomorrow.

"Now, as I understand our bet, there were no limitations set, were there? Thirty minutes with you naked, to do with as I please. Right?" I asked her, getting up on my knees, and then climbing off the bed.

"Why? What do you have in mind?" Donna asked, lifting up onto her elbows and looking at me a little cautiously.

"I'm thinking that pretty, saucy mouth of yours is something I'd like to take advantage of. And we can do it one of two ways. I can lay you down, tilt your head over the edge, and fuck your mouth and throat raw, or I can let you do the work." I told her, reaching out and running my fingers over her red lips.

"I'm not going to give you a blowjob, Alex. You want it, you take it." She told me fiercely. 

Now that was an offer just too good to ignore. Just the thought put the iron in my pipe.

I might have been a tad rough, as I laid her out, repositioning her body in such a way that I could get as much of her on camera as possible, while also getting a clear view of her face and soon to be filled mouth. She looked ferocious as I tilted her head back just a bit further, and gripping her well formed chin, I opened her mouth. I leaned forward a bit, and cock in hand, I introduced the bulbous head to her sweet lips. She tried to stay slack mouthed, but what I was offering was a good bit more than a mouthful, and it stretched her lips nicely as I pushed in further.

I thought she might shy away from the stickiness of her own juices, but she took the first couple of inches like a champ. It was a beautiful thing, fucking her mouth, but I wanted more, several inches more.

"Relax now, baby, and open wide. You might want to hold your breath. Stick your tongue out too if you know what's good for you." I told her, and then I pushed hard, blocked by the back of her mouth. I think she was trying to block my progress with her tongue, but I started shoving, in and out, pushing harder, and I felt myself slide into her throat. She immediately started gagging and I pulled out letting her gasp. She tilted her head to the side like she was going to throw-up, but she just gagged a few more times.

"Push your tongue out and relax," I told her, reaching for her face, and straightening it out again.

"I'm--I'm not used to this," she said, a little more diffidently.

"That's ok, I don't mind." I answered, my cock once again poised at her lips.

I slipped it in, and let her get used to it for a few short strokes before warning her I was going for more. This time I saw her tongue protruding from her mouth, along the top of my cock, and I pushed deep. On the out stroke she gagged a bit, but not enough to stop me from giving another push, and once in her throat holding it there. From this angle I could see a bit of swelling across her neck where I entered her throat, and it was exciting as hell. I gave an extra little push, before I pulled out to her gasping and gagging again.

"Shit," she mumbled, spitting up some saliva, and I could see her debating letting me fuck her throat any more. Her eyes were watering, but still looked determined.

"You're actually pretty good at this." I teased her. "Have you tried to deep throat anyone before?" I asked.

She just shook her head, then of her own volition, she laid back down and opened her mouth for me again.

What a sweet girl. I was REALLY going to enjoy playing with her. 

This time I fucked her mouth like a cunt. Just driving into it, pulling out and driving again. She was moaning and gasping as I leaned over and grasped her full tits, squeezing her nipples and pulling up on them, and I entered her throat repeatedly. Her nose and eyes were running, but she didn't fight me until it just got too uncomfortable I guess, and she put her hands up and pushed my hips away.

She rolled over onto her hands and knees, coughing and gasping. Finally she said softly, "It's too much." 

"Your call." I answered, I laid down cross ways, again looking for the best camera angle, and told her, "I'll let you drive for a while, if you'd like. Although I have to tell you that I really enjoyed that last little bit. I think I could even come like that."

She got off the bed, took my shirt and wiped her face on it. That was naughty. I would make her pay for that one eventually. Afterwards, though. I'll give her credit, she got back on the bed, and went down on me like a champ. She didn't hold back, sucking and stroking my cock, working it. I suspected she was trying to make me come. But that was Ok. If I did come, I didn't doubt I'd be up for another bout shortly.

I sat back and watched as the pretty young MILF sucked me, and was a little surprised when she tried to take me deep. She didn't make much progress, but give her an "A" for effort.

I was loving it, but again, wanted more, so I eventually eased her away, and sat up. I looked at the clock and already nearly 10 minutes had passed. 

"I need to fuck you again, Donna. The blow job was nice, thank you, but that first taste of your pussy really was something. But before I do that..." I reached out and flipped her back onto her back again, spreading those legs wide, and I crawled up between them. "Let's just see what we're working with down here."

She had a pretty little pussy. Neatly trimmed for a bathing suit, but not sheared. Her lips were swollen, red and protruding, and I took them one at a time into my mouth, sucking on them. Then I worked on her clit a bit, licking away the length of the pussy, and resting my tongue over her clit, I shook my head, pressing down, giving her enough pressure for fun, but without pain. I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to get into it. It would look better on camera.

Between my tongue and my fingers I was able to do just that. She was into it. She was trembling and soon moaning, and when I felt her fingers in my hair I knew I had her. I pressed deep with my fingers, turned upright and searching out her g-spot, while lashing her clit with my tongue until she was breathing hard and gasping. I felt her rear raise up off the bed, and just before she could come I pulled up, stopping completely.

"Noooo! Don't stop," she cried out, thrusting up with her hips. 

I just smiled for her, and lifted her legs wide, crawling up between her legs on my knees and putting my stiff cock at the gates of heaven. "Should I...?" I teased, rubbing the head up and down her wet slit.

"Just fuck me, you bastard," she growled, pushing her pussy up toward me, trying to get me to enter her. 

Fifteen minutes gone.

"What a nice offer, I'd love to fuck you Donna," I replied, and jabbed deep with my cock, pushing to the limit immediately.

"God, that's a lot of cock," she moaned as she sank back into the pillows.

I fucked her then, hard and fast. After the previous build up, within moments she was cresting her own mountain of pleasure, and I helped her along the way, reaching down with my hand and rubbing her clit with my thumb.

The pounding did it's job, and once I had the right angle and rhythm she let me know it. With that as my cue, I worked her just as she needed it, until I watched her finally peak. Just as she was about to go off, I reached forward with my other hand and tweaked her nipple. 

"FUCK!" She cried out loudly, and then came hard underneath me, almost bucking me off. 

That must have been the signal that Krista was looking for. We really had not planned on anything like Donna's martyr act, and solo offer. Just as Donna came, Krista opened the door and walked in, straight to the side of the bed, and reached her hand out and placed it on Donna's head, stroking her hair. Krista was naked, except for a smallish pair of panties. 

I continued fucking Donna hard, now at my own pace, turning her on the bed, almost on her side, and lifting one leg up that I hung onto for leverage. I straddled her other leg and fucked her deep. 

"I couldn't stay out there, Donna. I felt guilty, you having to pay the price," Krista told her, as she sat oh the edge of the bed, stroking Donna's hair, while I screwed her to another smaller orgasm. She trembled all over, coming on my cock.

I reached out and pulled Krista to me. I grabbed her head, and kissed her deeply while I pounded at Donna, a little slower now, but the angle was perfect for me, and the long strokes were pulling me right to the edge. Krista put one leg up on the bed, and raised her body, pulling my head down and offering me her tits. I leaned into her, sucking up one of her nipples, then capturing it in my teeth and tugging. I pulled away.

"Straddle her," I told Krista, and she did, right across Donna's waist, facing me.

"Kiss me now," I told her breathlessly, and she did, kissing me deeply, sliding her ass back to Donna's chest, and placing one hand down between Donna and I, her fingers in a 'V' where I entered her friend.

I came explosively, slamming into the immobilized Donna, flooding her with two days worth of cum. I must have shot off nearly a dozen times, the feeling was so intense. God, I loved fucking a woman for the first time, it was so exciting.

I rolled off of her eventually, breathing hard, sweating, and laid down beside her. "Wow, you are a hot little piece, Miss Evans," I said. I peered over at the bedside clock. 21 minutes gone.

"Krista, come here," I told her, and she did, obediently. 

"I want to fuck her again," I said, nodding towards Donna, and pulling her head into my lab.

Krista just smiled, and slowly, carefully, licked Donna's and my mixed juices off of my shaft and head, never letting me go completely soft. I was enjoying it, looking at her pretty face swallowing me, while Donna had rolled onto her side and watched. 

"Help her," I told Donna.

She looked over at the clock. "Only four minutes left, stud." But that didn't deter her, and she scooted down next to her best friend. Krista moved to the side to make room for her, and for the next couple of minutes I was the beneficiary of an amazing dual blow-job. I never wanted it to end.

But I did have a job to do.

I stopped them, and standing up I quickly pulled Krista's panties off. I put her on the bed on her hands and knees, and approached her from behind. 

"That wasn't the deal, Alex." Donna argued, but she took up position next to me and looked down to where I was pointing my cock at Krista's shaven pussy.

"I know, but damn! If she's willing, I'd be a fool to pass. And you're willing, aren't you, Krista?" I said, poised with my new sturdy erection just pressing inside the lips of Krista's familiar folds.

"Ready, willing, and able." Krista replied with a giggle.

All the encouragement I needed. The clock was down to 1 minute. I pushed slowly into her, holding her ass cheeks open wide, so Donna and I could both enjoy the slutty view.

"That looks so hot." Donna confessed, as I withdrew slowly, watching Krista's tight twat resist the release.

"Lie underneath her, and I can take turns fucking you both," I told Donna, leaning over and stealing a kiss. She returned the kiss ardently, ever so reluctant to end it as I pulled away, still slowly fucking sweet Krista.

"No way buddy! Your 30 minutes are up." She laughed. Then she leaned in and kissed me again.

When we broke I teased her, "We're here, you're naked, the deed's done. Let's just play for a bit longer. All debts are paid, this is just because we can."




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 04



She seemed to contemplate it. Then she laid down on her back, her legs spread. "I guess I am partially responsible for that hard piece of meat." 

I smiled and pulled out of Krista. I then re-positioned the girls. I moved Donna to the edge of the bed, with her ass hanging off the edge, and her legs spread wide, feet on the floor. I put Krista on top, bent low, her ass pushed back, her legs alongside Donna's waist. It looked so fucking incredible.

"That looks so fucking incredible." I had to say it out loud.

I slid my cock into Donna, very wet from our previous turn, and after a half-dozen strokes, I pulled out and gave it to Krista. After a few more strokes in her I re-targeted Donna, and pounded her a little longer and a little harder. 

I peeked to see if they were kissing or anything, but I was disappointed there, although Krista was leaning way down, and their breasts were crushed together. Krista's head was beside Donna's.

I switched back and forth, screwing one, then the other. Krista's ass was a strong temptation, so I opened her up and played with her little brown hole, embedding one finger, and then two in her tight butt. It solicited a few heart felt moans. Then I heard her whisper to Donna, "He's got his fingers up my butt."

The fucking was hell on my legs, requiring me to squat for Donna, then raise up for Krista, over and over again. I was getting close, but the trembling of my legs was a distraction.

I finally pulled away, and laid down on the bed. "My legs are ready to give out," I confessed. "Krista, straddle my face, and Donna, well you know what to do." I told my girls.

Krista did as asked, and got off of Donna, climbing up to the head of the bed. Facing the foot, she lowered her delicious pussy onto my face. Blind to the world, I felt Donna straddle me, and lower herself down onto my waiting erection.

I probably didn't do as good a job on Krista as I could have. Donna fucked me very nicely, thank you, and it was only a minute or so before I was exploding into her once again. She rode me to the end, and then both girls dismounted, and looked down on me. 

"So we're good now?" Donna asked, the glow of perspiration on her devastating. She looked so hot, I was actually considering trying to get hard again.

"Yes, you're very good." I laughed.

"You know what I mean." Donna quipped, but didn't seem excessively angry about it.

"All square. The pictures out there are yours, and I promise I'll destroy any remnants of them." I answered.

"You know you're a real asshole." Donna said, but her tone didn't match the words.

"You're probably right. But, damn! That was worth it." I laughed.

"I hope so. You know it's going to kill you. Dreaming about this morning, whacking away at that piece of meat between your legs, and knowing you'll never have any of this again." She said, as she moved into the bathroom to clean up a bit.

Krista leaned over me. "Let me get rid of her. Can you come back in about an hour?" she said softly.

"Absolutely. We've got some home movies to watch."

"And more plans to make?" She whispered coyly, reaching down and playing with my cock.

"Definitely."

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 05



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Part V of the Blackmail tales. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with parts I, II, III and IV - A Bit of Blackmail, A Bit More Blackmail, A Blackmail Buddy, and A Blackmail Tail 4: Donna. Just click on my name to find all my stories, and start from there.

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Chapter 05: Three to Tango

Things were going well. I'd digitized my home movies, ripping them to my hard drive. Then I'd gone ahead and started building my new movies. The first was for my plan: a carefully edited compilation that explored and exploited the sexual activities of my darling Donna, without showing my face. It was devastating if I do say so myself. The blowjobs, the wanton fucking, and particularly the threesome action painted a portrait of a wild harlot.

It was a work of love, and I spent way too much time perfecting it. I'd added titles and a soundtrack, worked with different camera shots, and careful scene transitions. I had to relieve myself countless times while I was editing it. 

The second video was for personal consumption, and left out nothing, including the blackmail session itself. I was about 90% through with this one when a voice from the doorway made me jump.

"What are you doing?" my wife Abby asked from the door to my home office.

I barely escaped blurting out "Nothing," the first refuge of those caught in the act. "I'm taking some of our videos and putting them on hard drive, so we have backups." Just a few weeks earlier I had taken our wedding videos and ripped them. It also explained why I had all the video gear out. I quickly closed my current window, and brought up the Wedding video, with a new title page letting you jump to the portions you wanted: Entrance, vows, reception, wedding photos, first dance, and more.

Abby was walking towards me, across the 20 feet or so from the door to my office desk. My monitor faced away from the door, hiding my actions. I had a couple of machines, and usually had the good sense to have a second computer set up for some innocent work, where a simple press of a button could switch my monitor and keyboard to the second 'safe' computer session. But I'd been lax, and nearly caught. By the time she was at my side I had somewhat hidden my tracks, and the wedding video was waiting at the index page.

I showed Abby the video changes, and jumped forward to one of our favorite scenes, the interviews of our guests. We laughed together at the scene with her grandmother, and I burned a copy of the video to DVD for her to take downstairs to her computer, in a niche off of the kitchen.

As she left my room, after kissing me, I started kicking myself over the near slip. The thing was, I love my wife. I enjoyed being with her, and still loved making love to her, even if we were in a bit of a rut. I loved my family, and my daughter, and had to stop and ask myself why I was doing this? Was fucking the shit out of Krista and Donna worth risking my marriage over?

I knew the answer was no, but that didn't matter. I was addicted. I knew I couldn't help myself and I'd be banging Krista first thing in the morning, and confronting Donna soon, reeling her into my circle of servitude. The real question was: Could I somehow get Abby to go along? I had to, whatever it takes. I was certain that otherwise I'd keep at this deceitful little game until we were caught, and I didn't like the chances of how things would fall out then.

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"You want to do what?" she asked between strokes.

"Get our spouses together." I repeated.

"Are you insane?" Krista asked, trying to push me off of her.

I leaned over her, grabbing her hands firmly in one of mine and stretching them out above her. I squeezed her breast tightly, beyond comfort, and pounded into her. "Listen to me," I commanded harshly, "and don't try that crap again." I could see a hint of concern in her eyes, as my free hand encircled her neck, holding her gently but insistently.

She looked up cautiously, and nodded just a fraction, about as much as my hand would allow.

"We WILL get caught eventually if we keep this up. What will happen then?" I asked her, pausing a moment to let her digest that. "What if Rich walked in now? What would you do?" She turned her head instantly, in reaction, towards the door. "Hell, your marriage might survive, but imagine if he walked in when I was balls deep in your 'forbidden' ass? How would he take that? How'd he like to see that pretty little mouth of yours full of my cock?" I kept sliding in and out of her during my explanation, emphasizing just what we were doing.

"So what am I supposed to do," she asked softly, tears filling her eyes.

"Work with me. Like you did with Donna. What if we were to push Rich and Abby together? Somehow get them to do something, anything? Then we're in the driver's seat. You're a devious little schemer. We've seen that from our little game with Donna. Just give it some thought. What can we do?"

I released her hands and neck, and turned her over on all fours. I reached into her night stand and pulled out the lube, greasing up my shaft for her. She waited patiently, quietly. As I kneeled behind her, squeezing a few drops onto her beckoning butthole, she said softly, "Well, we know that he likes her, he's mesmerized by her tits, and he's jealous that she does things like blowjobs and this," she emphasized the 'this' by wigging her butt as I opened up her ass with a finger before plunging in for the real deal.

"That's a good start." I told her, as I fed the head of my cock into her tight anal passage. "And Abby's always thought he was cute, and feels a little sorry for him for the same reasons. Plus we know how amorous she gets with a bit of alcohol in her system."

I squeezed forward a bit more, burying about half my length in her upturned ass, as she kept pondering the course ahead. She groaned a little as I settled more and more of my fat shaft deeper into her bowels. Once I'd bottomed out, and was starting a slow and steady reaming of her, she spoke up again.

"He's always wanted to go in the hot-tub naked," she confessed breathlessly. "Maybe the four of us could end up in your hot-tub. Get the kids out of the picture somehow."

"I like it." I told her, using her ass, while I thought it over. I was distracted by the feelings I got from butt-fucking this pretty little church-mouse, and concentrated on filling her with my hot juices, fucking her forcefully, shaking the whole bed. I'd already come once inside her delicious pussy, but I was already feeling the impending release again.

Krista was obviously distracted as well, her own hands worrying her hot twat, while I slid in and out of her rear entrance. She was moaning for me, thoughts of our spouses at least temporarily forced to the side. "Fuck me, Alex, fuck my ass," she moaned, pushing back against me.

I pulled her hips hard against me as I emptied myself into her clutching butt. I rolled over, gasping for air. Krista crept off to the bathroom, and returned with a moist face-towel she used to clean me up, while she told me a few more of her ideas. I guided her face back down to my cock, leaving her to work on that for a bit, while I thought out loud, working through a few possibilities, as Krista's talented tongue slowly restored my steel.

Once more ready for action, she straddled me, and rode me easily while we narrowed our ideas down to one main plan, and commenced on the details. We spent a good 10 minutes on it, and she spent those same 10 minutes on me. Once I finally filled her steaming pussy for the second time that afternoon, we had a coherent, fleshed out plan for dealing with our spouses. As for Donna, that was a lot simpler. Krista had a meeting scheduled for tomorrow around noon, and everything was ready for her induction into my team.

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Krista answered the door in an oversized T-shirt, and nothing else.

"Jesus, Krista," Donna griped. "You're really running late, you better hurry and get dressed or we'll be hitting rush hour by the time we get back."

"Don't worry, I'll be ready in time." Krista laughed as she led her friend back into the living room. "Remember our little afternoon with Alex?" she asked, turning the corner into the living room and lifting up her shirt bottom so she could back up and lower herself onto my waiting cock, which she'd abandoned a few minutes earlier.

"Damn it, Krista," she said, "what are you thinking?" She stared at me, the anger in her face apparent.

"I think I'm getting fucked delirious," Krista giggled, settling down with her full weight, then peeling her t-shirt off, leaving her naked, stuffed with cock. My cock to be precise.

"We're watching a movie," I said, speaking for the first time. "Care to join us? I think you'll find it interesting."

Donna turned to the big plasma TV, and stepped back involuntarily, as she watched her own pretty face get stuffed with cock as she laid back and took it.

"Oh shit," she mumbled, staggering backwards. 

Krista, hit the fast forward a bit, so we could watch the change as Krista eagerly sucked my cock on the screen, giving an obviously talented blowjob to yours truly. 

"I like this scene, but it's not nearly as good as when I'm sitting on his face, and you're riding him like there's no tomorrow. Jeez, I got hot watching that." Krista told her, while she rocked back and forth on my hard rod.

"You're a fucking pig," Donna hissed, I think towards me.

"And you're irresistible. You yourself said it. It would kill me to think about that afternoon and knowing I'd never get a chance to have you again. Well I couldn't let that happen," I told her.

"So what is this, more blackmail?" she asked.

"Blackmail's such a harsh word. Let's just have an agreement. I have one with Krista, I've had it for several weeks. I'd like one with you as well." I told her. I then whispered to Krista who dislodged herself from my pole, and settled between my legs to let her mouth take over for a while.

"Several weeks? You mean several days; I'm assuming since the last time you blackmailed us." Donna said angrily.

"No. Weeks. As in weeks before she helped me get this wonderful video we're watching." I answered, stroking the hair of my dear little cock-sucker.

"You bitch," Donna said to Krista, her arms crossed. If looks could kill...

"Aw, don't be that way. Look on the screen." I told her.

She looked over to see herself spreading her legs for me, as I raised my face from between her legs, and fucked her into orgasm after orgasm.

We watched it quietly for a minute, the only noise Krista slurping on my turgid staff.

"So what's your agreement?" Donna asked softly.

Krista pulled her face away from my cock to answer. "Simple enough. I'm his. For a year."

"You're kidding me, right?" Donna asked incredulously.

"Hardly." I told her. "Seems a small enough price to pay. Especially for something you're going to enjoy so thoroughly."

"This is just ridiculous. I'm not going to let you fuck me for a year," Donna blurted.

I just fast forwarded to the threesome scene, where she rode me like a cowgirl, while Krista sat on my face. The camera angle was excellent, and you could easily see Donna getting off on riding me. As she was coming she leaned forward into Krista, moaning loudly, and then their lips met. It was maybe the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I hadn't even known about it at the time, but the video luckily captured every detail. Donna's whole body trembled as her mouth opened and her and Krista's tongue's tangled. 

Donna tore her eyes from the TV, and slowly started to undress. "Alex. You've got to keep this secret. Be careful. Dave can never know. Nobody can ever know."

She dropped to her knees beside Krista, and when Krista pulled back and offered my cock to Donna, she lowered her face and gave it a long slow lick, tears running down her cheeks. 

"It's not so bad," Krista whispered to her. "I've been doing it for a while. I love it. You will too."

"I don't think so," Donna said angrily.

"And you've got someone to share it with." Krista continued. "I had nobody. I was alone and scared."

"So you dragged me into it," Donna retorted.

I wasn't really interested in their bickering. I wanted to take a further step towards helping Donna accept her new role as a my toy-on-demand. I eased the girls back out of my lap and stood, then taking my girls by their hands, I led them back to Krista's bedroom, where the groundwork for todays induction had been 'laid'.

I guided Donna to her back, in the middle of the king-size bed. I took Krista in hand and leaned her over the end of the bed, guiding her face first into Donna's crotch. 

"Alex," Krista whined, as she obediently moved as directed, "please don't. That's disgusting." 

Donna, seeing what I intended, closed her legs tightly, crossing them at the ankles.

"This is not a democracy. I'm not going to submit you to public humiliation or degradation, as long as you behave, but you will do what I ask here in private." I moved Krista to the side and took hold of Donna's ankles spreading them apart. As I released them, she quickly closed them again.

"I'm not some God-damned dyke," Donna told me angrily.

I laughed and walked into Krista's closet returning with a handful of ties. I took one and tied it around a bedpost at the headboard. I then held my hand out to Donna, waiting for her to give me her hand.

"You can't be serious?" She said.

I didn't say a word, just looked at her. After a few more seconds delay, she finally reached out and gave me her hand. It took me a couple of minutes but I soon had her tied down. Not tightly, there was still a good bit of wiggle-room, but there'd be no more closing of her legs.

I then sat down beside her, taking in her obvious nervousness. I reached out to her and stroked her hair. "You are so beautiful. Don't fight me." I turned to my knees and fed her my cock, which had wilted a bit in the tumult. She took me without hesitation, sucking me nicely. I looked over to Krista and waved her over.

"Now," I told her, and nodded down to the end of the bed, between Donna's legs.

Donna jerked in her restraints and Krista took up her place between the platinum blonde's spread legs. Krista leaned down and I watched her kiss all around the true target of her attention. Donna was twitchy, and I told her softly. "If you'd like, imagine it was me down there." Donna just closed her eyes, and continued doing her best to suck me using only her mouth and the motion of her head.

I was plenty hard now, and went to the foot of the bed, reaching down and turning Krista around to face me. I kissed her warmly, holding her. "You are so incredible, you know that?" I whispered to her. "You can't imagine how hot I get at the idea of you doing this for me." I turned her around, and pushed at her shoulders, bending her over the end of the bed, and back into Donna's crotch.

This time she didn't hesitate, and Donna immediately cried out, "Oh, shit!" and wiggled up the bed a few inches before she was pulled up short by the ties around her ankles. Krista reached under Donna's legs and tugged her back down, burying her face into the light brown fur. While she did her best to warm up Donna for me, I reached between Krista's legs and opened her up, sliding my stiff meat into her. I took it easy, screwing in and out of my sweet slave, while she devoured Donna, slowly breaking down her barriers. 

I saw Donna's eyes close, her breath shortening, and listened while the first small moans escaped her lips. Krista was doing great. I pulled out of her, and returned the favor, using my mouth on her, then moving up and tonguing her tiny brown rosebud. Both girls were moaning and I was in heaven. 

I pulled Krista off of Donna, and looked down at my newest conquest, trembling on the bed. She looked so tempting. Irresistibly so.

"That was beautiful, Krista. Don't you think it would only be fair that she give you a little of the same?" I asked her quietly, my lips caressing her ear. Krista looked at me questioningly. "Sit. On. Her. Face." I explained. Krista's eyebrows crawled up her forehead, and then a big smile split her face. "Just wait until I'm inside of her," I told her softly. 

I climbed between Krista's legs, and tugged her down the bed, putting the ropes on her wrists under tension, but loosening up her legs. I wedged my knees under her thighs, and then placed the tip of my swollen prick at the warm pink opening I'd been so patiently waiting for. With a little nudge of my hips I opened her up, the head disappeared leaving the rest of my cock exposed. The ankle ties were irritating me, so I loosened and removed first one, and then the other. Grabbing just behind her knees I pushed her legs back almost to her breasts, leaned my weight forward and slowly pressed my rock-hardness into her, all the way to the root. 

"God, that's what I remember," I told her, just holding there, enjoying the sensation of being buried inside her. With a series of long slow strokes I renewed our acquaintance. I spread her legs wider, and pounded more insistently, sawing in and out of her. I stretched out on top of her, freeing her legs, holding her face. "You are so beautiful, so sexy, can't you see why I had to have you?" I told her, and then I took her mouth with mine, denying her any chance to respond.

Her tongue tangled with mine, and I could hear her breath as she accepted the ravishment. I sat back up, spreading her legs wide, and fucked her ferociously, pounding that pussy, her body shaking under the treatment.

I nodded to Krista who'd been waiting patiently, and she climbed onto the bed, turning to face me. She straddled Donna's chest, on her knees, and meticulously wedged her ankles under Donna's outstretched arms. She leaned forward, and I met her halfway, kissing her sweet lips. Then she eased back and held herself just above Donna's mouth. Krista bent over and looked between her own legs, watching where her cleanly shaven lips hovered just above Donna's red-lipsticked ones. 

"Go ahead," I encouraged her, and I watched as she settled back just a little further, settling over Donna's mouth.

I stopped moving, my cock hovering just outside of Donna's leaking slit. "Go on Donna, it's not so bad." I raised an eyebrow to Krista, who shook her head 'no'.

"Come on," I told my tied up beauty. "Make this easy," I pumped the head in and out of her lips teasing her just a bit. Looking up, Krista caught my eye and still shook her head no.

Time to try a different tack. I lifted Donna's leg across my body twisting her lower torso sideways. With her legs together, to the side, I entered her again, then gave her a couple of long slow strokes. Then without warning I slapped her ass firmly, seeing the imprint of my fingers. She jumped under the attack and I put my hand on her upper leg, just above the knee, and leaned my weight into her. She was pinned firmly between my weight, and Krista's legs and ass perched on her shoulders and face. I spanked her again, with a resounding 'crack'.

"Do it, Donna, it's not so bad," Krista encouraged her, resting on her hands and knees, and holding herself just above her friends resistant mouth.

I saw Krista jerk forward, and then settle back. "Like that, baby. That's nice." I heard her say softly.

I lifted Donna's top leg up over my shoulder and I started working her pussy over. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feelings, the sensation of being inside this sweet young thing. I didn't try anything fancy, just fucked away, slow and steady, my entire being distilled into the point of contact where I entered and filled her.

Krista was moaning her encouragement to her novice fur-licker. I sped up, lost in the feeling, a tension building under my balls, knowing I could come like this. I had no reason to hold back, and sped up yet again, now pounding her hard, fiercely, feeling the tension spreading to my thighs, up my abs, gathering in my buns. 




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 05



"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I cried out clutching Donna's leg tightly to my chest, her calf slippery from the sweat running down my chest. With a commanding series of powerful thrusts, I exploded in her, coming for a seeming eternity, wad after wad of my searing juices bathing her insides.

I don't know if it was my coming, or some action of Donna's but Krista followed right behind me, coming loudly, her hands over her head, clutching her hair.

I extracted myself from between Donna's sweet legs, and moved to the head of the bed, where I removed the wrist restraints. Krista had climbed off of Donna, and was stretched out beside our victim, her arm thrown across Donna's chest, her head resting on Donna's shoulder. 

I took my place next to Donna, opposite Krista, and allowed my hands to wander over her body. "That was so nice," I told her softly, "you are such a sweet fuck." I reached up and caressed her face, Krista's drying juices proud testament to Donna's successful attention.

"Isn't it enough that I'll fuck you? Do I have to do that too?" Donna asked querulously.

"I love watching you, seeing what you can do to her, and what she can do to you." I admitted.

I scooted down and nibbled on her breast, my hand cupping her mound, massaging her gently, but not entering her. I looked up to see Krista joining me, planting herself on the opposite breast. Her other hand joined mine and we played with Donna's moist slice, taking turns dipping fingers into her. Donna tried to hold her composure, but when we both had 2 fingers each inside of her, and I tugged on her nipple with my teeth, she cried out and hunched her hips into our hands.

I got up and encouraged Donna to get on her hands and knees. She did it willingly, no reluctance this time, and I climbed behind her and entered her wet pussy easily. I waved Krista over, and caught her by the hair, pulling her face down to Donna's ass. After several strokes I pulled out and let Krista take me in her mouth, for a few strokes. Then back into Donna's tight slash for further drilling. Back and forth I went, just enjoying the view immensely.

I lifted Krista's lips to mine, by her hair while I long-stroked her dear friend. "Lay underneath her, baby, head to toe, so you can lick me where I enter her." I told her.

She took the directions well, and scooted underneath the pretty new girl in our lascivious play. I was able to look down, past my cock where it entered Donna, and see Krista's pretty eyes watching the action from up close. I felt her tongue lapping at where I entered that tempting twat in front of me.

"Don't leave her hanging, Donna," I told her. Krista's bare pussy was just beneath her face, and I gave a small push at the top of her back, encouraging her to lower herself and do what comes naturally. A few strokes later I pulled my cock out and slid it between Krista's lips, pushing a little more aggressively than normal into her beckoning mouth. I popped into her throat, gagging her a bit, but I pulled back, letting her catch her breath, before feeding her again. Then back into Donna's very wet and willing opening.

It felt great, and it looked like Donna was at last offering at least lip-service to what I'd requested. Her head was deep between Krista's legs, and moving.

Donna's butt hadn't been on the menu yet, and I didn't know how far I wanted to push things this first time, but I toyed with it nonetheless, working a thumb into her, while I fucked her a little harder. She really had a sweet ass, with nice round cheeks. It was delicious, screwing her like this, but a little awkward, trying to avoid kneeling on Krista's hair, or pounding too hard and interfering with their oral play with each other. 

I pulled out and laid down next to them, my head near Donna's. It didn't slow them down, and I could now see that Donna was making a pretty good effort to pleasure the bare little pussy underneath her talented tongue. It wasn't long until I heard Krista cry out, and Donna looked up with a little smile, which she immediately tried to hide.

"Ride me, sweetness," I told her softly, reaching out and pushing her hair back so I could see her pretty face.

Donna carefully climbed off of Krista, and settled herself over my cock, taking her time sliding it in. Then she leaned over me, rocking back and forth on my shaft, making her breasts accessible to my questing mouth. While I nibbled on her hard little nipples, Krista moved up beside me and cuddled in close, watching the action.

I was in heaven. While Donna fucked me, I pulled Krista's head up and kissed her, then encouraged her to straddle my face. I loved the taste of her, the smoothness of her lips, the wetness when penetrated by my tongue. 

After a short time spent in the position, I felt like a change again, and with a soft spank on her ass, Krista took the hint and climbed off my face. Donna was riding me hard, and looked almost ready to come, so I didn't want to interrupt her. I just watched her, Krista once more cuddled into my side, while she bounced wildly up and down on my stiff staff. Finally she cried out, slamming down onto me, and curled up almost into a ball, "yes, yes, YES!"

As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled her down onto my chest and held her while my hips kept the action from dying out altogether. When her breath was almost normal I eased her off my cock, and pulled her to my side. Krista wasn't about to leave my sword unsheathed and she took over where Donna had left off. 

While Krista pleasured herself on my cock, Donna spoke softly. "Are we just going to be your toys? Do whatever you please?" 

"More than toys." I told her, lifting her lips up to mine and kissing her deeply. "Much more." 

I nodded towards Krista. "Isn't she beautiful? Just a few weeks ago she'd never had a cock between her lips, or buried in her ass. I doubt she had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced in the last 5 years. Look at her now."

Krista's eyes were closed and she was raising herself up and down on my cock, taking the full length, and carefully pacing herself. Her nipples were peaked and her skin flushed. She looked incredible.

"With me you can be anything and everything you've ever dreamed. Nothing is off limits here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. No worry about what Krista or I will think. You can be the amazing sex goddess you know you are. You are absolutely free." I told her.

"Free? I'm your slave!" Donna answered incredulously.

I closed my eyes, and leaned back, thrusting up into Krista, whose ministrations had brought me to the brink again.

"That too," I said softly, before groaning and loosing another load of my warm cum into my darling slave Krista.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 06



Part VI of the Blackmail tales. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with parts I through 5, A Bit of Blackmail, A Bit More Blackmail, A Blackmail Buddy, and the Blackmail Tales. Just click on my name to find all my stories, and start from there.

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Chapter 06: Hot-tub Hijinks

Our little plan to involve our spouses was working to perfection. Krista's boys were off at a weekend camp, and my daughter was at a sleep-over. The four of us had enjoyed a 'grown-up' movie, fine dining, and had returned to my place for a nightcap. 

I had just finished adding landscape lighting to the backyard, and we retired to the patio where the guys could enjoy a cigar, and we could all relax over a couple of glasses of wine. We'd shared a single bottle of wine at dinner, and were looking to add to that at home. I cranked up the tunes just enough to drown out the sound of the road out front, made sure everybody was settled in, and using a cedar strip, lit up.

I'd had very little to drink, as the driver, and shortly headed to the kitchen to prepare myself a shot. While there I put another part of my plan into action, pulling out a tray of Jello shots I had prepared earlier. These were no ordinary shots. I had stopped by a friend at the gym who hooked me up with a little chemical assistance for the evening. The pink shots, for the ladies, contained Raspberry Jello, Vodka, and a half dose of GHB. Just a little to get them in the mood. The Blue shot for Rich had half a Viagra pill, and a half dose of GHB. Since the shots are swallowed whole, they shouldn't taste the surprises, and the additives should leave them ready, willing and able.

I headed back out poolside, shots in hand and passed them around. We drank a toast to regular evenings without the kids, and downed our shots. The clock was ticking.

"We should all go in the hot-tub," Abby finally announced, "It's such a beautiful night. And so quiet for once." My wife was a huge fan of the hot-tub. We went in all the time, and she often invited her friends over for a dip. I had been counting on that. 

Krista was ready with her prepared response. "That sounds nice, my legs are aching. I think I overdid it in the gym."

Rich, as usual, was eager to find fault with his beautiful wife. "I bought you those personal training sessions. If you'd just call and make the appointments, you wouldn't have to worry about working out wrong, and maybe you could get in shape."

I don't know what kind of shape he was thinking of; as far as I was concerned she was bordering on perfection.

"I'm going to turn the spa on. We'll be going in sooner or later." I told them, excusing myself to turn on the spa and set the temperature. I also turned on the lights inside the pool, and turned off the lights inside the hot-tub, making it just a little more private once we were in.

Krista and Abby wandered inside as I returned to the table, working on my Opus X. I'd given Rich a decent enough Partagas Corona, not wanting to waste one of my few real good cigars on a guy who couldn't tell a Cohiba from a Camel. 

"Krista won't want to go in. She'd die before she'd be caught in a hot-tub. She never goes in at home. Hell, she hardly goes in the pool at all. I'll be damned if I know why I built the damn thing," Rich lamented.

"Abby's the opposite. She probably soaks in the hot-tub at least 5 times a week. And you've heard her say it, her birthday suit is her favorite outfit. She wears it for swimming and house-cleaning. I kept having to remind her to shut the shades until I finally had to put up the solar screens on the front of the house just for privacy." I laughed.

"Damn. I wish. Krista's never naked," Rich said, regretfully. "She won't even let me in the bathroom when she's in there. I probably haven't seen her completely nude 5 times in the last year." 

I almost wanted to say I'd seen her naked that many times in the last week. But the timing wasn't quite right, yet.

"Well, she might surprise you." I told him, offering him another shot, this one only half-strength and undoctored. I didn't want them to get too drunk; not a good combination with the G. 

The girls surprised both of us. They walked out of the house wearing robes, and carrying a stack of towels, and then insisted we turn our backs to them. As soon as we were facing away from the spa, they both climbed in and invited us to join them. 

"I don't have a bathing suit," Rich said.

"Neither do we." Abby laughed. "Come on, we won't peak. Much." Krista giggled along with her. "And bring our drinks." 

I took my time, transferring the drinks to the area around the hot-tub, and turning off the light over the patio. I brought the outdoor cordless phone over, and I even brought over the Butane lighter in case my cigar went out. Only then did I step to the side of the hot-tub. Rich was already in, and from the soggy state of his underwear, I guessed he'd worn them into the water, and only removed them afterward. I, on the other hand, cheeky bastard that I am, casually undressed, taking off my boxers just before I stepped over the ledge into the spa. Right in front of the controller, and right between the two naked ladies.

"Alex!" Krista exclaimed in false shock.

"What? Everyone else is naked, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you could have given us a chance to look away!" She blurted.

"Oh, I don't mind." I teased, easing back into the water.

It's worth noting that my spa is raised about 18 inches over the level of the pool. It makes it easier to get in and out of, and leaves a nice water feature as the water spills over the ledge of the spa into the pool, when the filter is on. It also makes the interior very dark. The yard has a good bit of lighting, from inside the pool, and from the landscape lighting, but all of it at or near ground level, and on a moonless night, it can be pitch black inside the spa, while the whole area around you is lit up.

The girls broke back into conversation about the goings-on up at the school, as I asked Rich how things were going with this new real estate gig. During a lull in the conversation I asked if I should turn on the bubbles.

Abby started pointing out where all the jets were, as if we couldn't tell, with the hot water jetting out of them, and as we adjusted in the water, I reached over to the controller, and accidentally turned on the underwater light instead, giving everyone a quick view of all the nakedness in the water, before turning on the bubble jets and turning off the light again.

"Alex! I can't believe you!" Abby chastened me.

"It was an accident, really. You know I always sit in that corner over there. I'm not so good working the controller left-handed." And if you believe that, I've got some nice Kansas ocean front land for you.

Krista and I had a goal. Get our spouses worked up. Under cover of the darkness, we were to reach underwater and see what we could do to get them feeling good and randy. We were five minutes into that plan, and the conversation had taken a decidedly quieter and more teasing turn, when stage two kicked in.

The phone rang. I picked it up, looking at the caller ID, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Ok, just a minute." I passed the phone to Krista, while my other hand stroked the inside of my wife's thigh. "It's for you."

Krista took the phone, and listened to the message. "All right. You know I'm not happy about this. I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and passed it back to me. "Crap. Nicholas left his contact case and head-gear at home. He won't have it for the entire weekend. I have to bring it to him."

Rich griped, "But that's at least 15 minutes away!"

"I know, but what can I do?" She answered.

"You're in no shape to drive," Abby said. "Why don't you deliver it, Alex? You're the only one completely sober here." 

"I don't mind. Where is this place?" I asked. 

"If you've never been there, you'll never find it in the dark. I better go with you. We can drive over to our place, pick the stuff up, and be back in half-an-hour. I'm sorry to be so much trouble." Krista said.

"No. It's alright," I told her. "Let's just get this over with."

With that I climbed out of the spa, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I then held up Krista's heavy Turkish robe, and turned my head as she settled into it. 

She and I walked into the house to get ready to go. She'd done her changing in our bedroom, so we both went there. "It's going perfect," she said, going over to the window and peeking out the side of the blinds into the pool area. I turned to my laptop, entered the password, exposing a grainy, black and white close up of our spouses in the hot-tub.

Krista looked over my shoulder. "What's that?" 

"CCD, low-light, and infrared camera with PTZ, pan, tilt and zoom." I adjusted the picture, switching from infrared to low-light, and getting a dark but pretty visible shot of our spouses chatting amiably, only a foot or so apart.

"They're looking pretty chummy," Krista noted.

I turned to her, and dropped my towel, opening her robe.

"Alex, they're waiting for us to leave," she cautioned me, as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of my rampant hard-on.

"They'll expect us to take a couple of minutes to get ready, since we both need to use this room," I told her, easing my cock between her lips, while I watched the action on the laptop.

Krista sucked nicely, while we both watched the show from the yard. A couple of times you could see Rich looking towards the house, and then we saw Abby climb half-way out of the spa, and bending over the controller, her breasts dangling nicely just a few inches away from Rich. She turned off the bubbles, and settled back into the water.

I pulled Krista off of my cock, and told her to quick throw something on. I yanked on a pair of sweats and t-shirt, set the cameras on record, and logged out. Krista pulled on her pants, no panties, and shirt, no bra. We left the house via the garage, and I shouted over the fence that we were leaving, back in half-an-hour.

We drove to Krista's place, where we parked the truck, and went inside. Within moments I had her naked below the waist, and bent over the back of the couch.

"Feeling a little horny, Alex?" She asked, wiggling her sweet, tight butt at me.

I reached up into her sopping slit, and laughed. "I guess I'm not the only one," I told her, and then slid my cock into her giving a relieved sigh. "Damn, I needed that."

"Mmm, Hmmm," She moaned her agreement, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "God, I can't believe how drunk I'm feeling, I only had a couple of glasses of wine and that Jello shooter." She giggled. "I'm feeling tingly all over."

"Let's hope they're feeling the same," I told her, stroking in and out of her warm, sweet, pussy.

"Do you really think anything will go on?" She asked me, accepting my thrusting eagerly.

"They're naked, drunk and alone. I left Abby hot as a firecracker, I'm guessing you did the same?" I asked, lifting one of her legs up the length of the back of the couch, and opening her up wider.

"He was as hard as a rock, when I left that spa," she said. 

"Then I'd say everything was running in our favor." I fucked her fast, wondering what was happening in our hot-tub at home. She moaned under me. That and the squishy slapping of our bodies together was all you could hear. I pulled out of my pretty little plaything, and laid down in the middle of her living room floor. She smiled at me, and then grabbed the phone off the wall before settling over my waist and lowering herself onto my waiting staff.

"Donna? Yeah, thanks. The call timing was perfect." She told her partner in slavery while she rode me steadily.

"I wish you were here now," she said into the phone. "He's really worked up and I sure could use the help," she giggled. "Mmm, hmm. Yep, well thanks, you don't have to call again." She hung up and worked a little more diligently at the task ahead of her, or inside of her, depending how you wanted to look at it.

She was beautiful, leaning over me, her shirt tousled, open at the neck. Her pretty face had such a look of fierce concentration, as if this job of riding my cock was the most important thing in the world. A series of tiny little grunts escaped her on the downstroke, as I bottomed out inside of her. She leaned over, resting on her outstretched arms, and rocking back onto my cock more insistently.

"Come in me, Alex. Make that big cock explode for me." She whispered, doing her damndest to ensure just that.

I grabbed her hips and fucked into her wildly, driving myself closer and closer to that peak.

"That's it, fuck me hard. Take me. Own me." She murmured, surrendering to my need.

I granted her wish, pummeling her pussy, until the urge was just too much. "FUCK!" I cried out, pouring myself into her, over and over again.

She collapsed against me, stretched out chest to chest, her head nestled in my neck. "God, that's so incredible. I can never get enough of that feeling, when I can feel you painting my insides, each burst from your cock creating little shocks all through my system. It's so wild."

Once my breath settled, I stood and put on my shorts, passing Krista her pants. "Shall we?" I asked.

"How long's it been?" she asked as she ran into the laundry room to grab some panties before pulling her pants back on.

"Barely 10 minutes." I told her.

"Great." She put her hand in mine and we walked back down the street to the front of my house. 

"You know the story?" I asked her.

"Sure. I called back when I couldn't find the stuff. He had it all along. It was in the side pocket of his backpack." She repeated.

"Perfect." I told her, opening the front door. "Hello?" I asked softly to make sure the house was still empty. We walked to the rear wall of the family room and peaked out. It looked like they were still in the spa. We eased over to the Master bedroom, not turning on any lights, and I logged in, watching the camera output. With the keyboard, I zoomed in a bit more.

"Bingo." I announced. 

"What?" Krista asked, looking over my shoulder. 

I leaned back and let her see. Rich's hands were clearly on Abby's chest. And it looked an awful lot like her hand was in his lap.

"Oh my God!" Krista gasped. "Somehow I didn't believe they'd actually do anything." 

"Oh, they're doing something all right," I laughed as I started to undress again. I encouraged Krista to do the same. As we watched, Abby leaned way back, and Rich leaned over and placed his mouth over the nipple of her left tit.

"Jesus! That bastard!" Krista growled as she stripped back down to nothing. I pulled her face back onto my cock, which had gotten hard once more. She sucked me slowly and thoughtfully, while Rich spent a couple of minutes man-handling and suckling at Abby's incredible tits. Then we saw her lean over and say something to him. He leaned back from her, and she leaned forward, and we could see her hands moving up and down in the water. 

Krista sucked more aggressively as Abby worked on Rich. I saw he was talking to her, and she shook her head repeatedly, but then he crawled up and sat on the edge of the spa, and she followed, stroking him. His hand reached out to the side of her head, pulling, but she shook him off, a couple of times while he leaned over and talked. Then she leaned in and licked his little cock. Once, twice, and then lowered her face, pushing her lips down to his pubes, taking all four inches of him into her mouth, and slowly pulling back.

I pushed Krista off my cock, and tossed her the robe. "Now, now!" I told her, wrapping a towel around my waist, ignoring the obvious tenting for the moment.

We eased the back door open and stepped out into the yard, to see my wife's face buried in the lap of my little slave's naughty husband. Rich's head was thrown back as he enjoyed his first blowjob in years. Neither one noticed us until we were almost upon them.

Rich's head came forward and he looked up. His eyes were like saucers as he said, "Shit!" and quickly slid back into the spa. Abby was almost forcefully pushed off of him, and shuffled sideways.

"Fuck, Rich!" she whined, and then saw his look. She turned to see us stepping up to the side of the spa. She quickly slid away from Rich, and turned back to a normal position sitting in the spa.

"False alarm," Krista announced as she took off her robe, and stepped into the spa, just ahead of me. "He had the stuff all along, it was just in a side pocket. I called the camp when I couldn't find the stuff at home."

"That's great," Rich answered anxiously, "saved you a wasted trip all the way out there." 

Krista made her way to the far side of Rich, and sat beside him. I made my way opposite her, sitting beside Abby. 

"Everything Ok, while we were gone?" I asked. I looked over to see Krista reach down between Rich's legs, doing nothing to hide the fact, and stroking his erection. She whispered in his ear, and he turned bright red.

"Sure. Everything was fine." Abby answered quickly.

"Great," I told her, my hand on the back of her neck, my thumb idly caressing the edge of her jaw. "I wouldn't want anything to mess up such a nice evening." I let my hand slide along the side of her face, and my thumb caressed her bottom lip. Then I slid it between her lips, brushing against her teeth, and she sucked on it cautiously. Her eyes looked fearful.

I leaned forward and whispered to her, "Should we leave? So you guys can finish up?"

She sniffled, and I heard her barely croak out a "no".

"Man, he really was into your tits, though I can't blame him," I continued, reaching out and cupping her breasts, right at the waters edge.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she said softly, her head inclined, speaking to the water.

I turned and spoke across the hot-tub. "No, really. I'd like to see you guys finish. Not behind my back, but right here in front of us. Wouldn't you like to see that Krista?"

Krista didn't answer.

"Come on. I know you, Rich, would love to finish up. Wouldn't you?" I teased, my hand still squeezing Abby's breasts. I turned her to face them, and sidled up behind her, reaching my hands around and fondling her tits, bringing them right up to the top of the water, more than half-exposed.

Rich looked worried. He looked at his wife, than at me and at Abby. "Maybe we should go," he mumbled, standing up to get out of the spa.

His wife pushed back at him, causing him to sit down on the side of the spa. She climbed up beside him, one arm around him, one hand in his lap. She was completely exposed. "I'd like to see it," she said in a scary, calm voice.

"See baby," I told my wife of 14 years. "We all would love to see you finish what you started." I urged her forward, closer to our neighbors. Krista was pulling at Rich's legs, separating them, making room for my wife to take up position.

I whispered to her again, "Blow his mind, she's never given him a BJ, do it."

Abby leaned over and as she reached out to touch Rich's member, Krista pulled her hand away. Abby stroked him slowly at first, and then finally she leaned in and took him in her mouth. She sucked his little cock tentatively at first, and then more and more aggressively. And all the while, Krista spoke to him.

"You like that? You like that strange mouth sucking your cock. Taking that whole dirty cock of yours in her nasty mouth. You'd like me to do that wouldn't you? You want me to let you poke your dick in my mouth. That and in my butt, too, right? She takes it in her dirty little ass. I bet she'd let you fuck her there. In her filthy tight little butt-hole. Is that why you had to have her? Because I wouldn't suck you? Because I wouldn't let you stick that prick of yours in my butt? Is that why? She doesn't mind though, does she. She likes it that way. She likes to have a cock in her mouth. Slut." Krista's monologue was spoken softly, and almost without feeling. 




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 06



I on the other hand had more pressing needs. I lifted upwards on Abby hips, raising her up in the water, and then put the head of my very stiff cock, at the entrance to her pussy, and in spite of the water, slowly worked my way into her. Within a minute she was fully skewered at both ends, my cock buried inside her tight twat, and her mouth engulfing the entirety of Rich's meat. I reached over and turned on the spa light, and I could enjoy the view of my staff sliding inside of her, while she tried to finish Rich.

Krista slid into the water, beside Abby, and reached around and under her, filling her hands with Abby's sensitive tits. "How about these tits, Rich? Pretty incredible, huh? I bet you liked sucking on them. The real thing, too. Big and juicy. Did her nipples get hard? Real hard? Did you want to fuck these tits? I bet she'd do that too. I don't think there's anything the little slut wouldn't do."

Rich was gasping and the combination of blowjob and dialog were too much. He reached forward and grabbed Abby's head and pulled it into his lap as he cried out and came. As soon as he released her, she pulled her head up gasping and cried out in her own orgasm, pushing back onto my cock and reaching up to squeeze at Krista's hands, on her tits. I kept going, fucking her hard, the water splashing around us, as Rich and Krista watched me finish her, bringing her quickly to the brink of orgasm again, and pushing her over, as I came inside of her.

Rich slid into the water, and I released Abby's hips, guiding her to sit down beside him. I then took Krista's hand in mine, and pulled her to the opposite side, the four foot gulf between us and our spouses a virtual chasm. I pulled her into my lap as I sat, and I whispered to her, "You were great. That went even better than I'd hoped."

"I don't know," she mumbled. "The bastard certainly went along easy enough," her words were spoken softly but probably could be heard across the way.

"Yeah, but they owe us now. Big time." I teased. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and stood up, letting her stand beside me, her gorgeous breasts exposed to the whole world, or at least the three of us with her. I reached out for Abby, who gave me her hand, and I pulled her to her feet, as I climbed out of the spa.

"I'm becoming a prune," I told everybody present, "and it's getting late. I hope you won't think me a spoil-sport if I call it a night. You all can stay up if you like." 

"No," Krista answered quickly, "I think we need to be going anyway, but thanks for having us over."

"No problem, I'm glad you came. You had a good time Rich?" I asked him. 

"Uhh," was all his short-circuited brain could manage.

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They dressed, while we cleaned up after the visit. I walked them over to their house, to pick up my truck. Not a word was spoken on the whole walk. I didn't linger, I just got in my vehicle and drove home. Abby was sitting in the living room dressed in her 'fuck-me' teddy, sitting facing the turned off TV. I locked up and reached out my hand to her as I walked past towards our bedroom. She stood and placed her hand in mine, following docilely.

I left her at the foot of the bed, while I undressed. Then I stretched out in the middle of the bed, and beckoned with my finger. She crawled up between my legs, and proceeded to do for me what she'd just done for our neighbor of 6 years. While she brought me back to life, and continued down that path of pleasure I talked to her softly.

"How long?" I asked.

She choked and pulled up. "It was the first time."

"Right." I answered.

"No, really. I've never done anything like that." She argued. 

I reached for her and pulled her face back down into my lap. She accepted the direction and once again did her best to swallow me.

"Who else?" I asked.

She took it easier this time, pulling off and answering softly. "Nobody."

"Nobody? Since we were married? No fucking, no sucking, no kissing? Nothing?" I asked her.

"No." She hesitated. "There was Ken at FMA, but it never went beyond him kissing me, I swear." She eagerly engulfed my cock again, her mouth stretching wide.

"He never touched your breasts, never reached inside your panties. You never came for him? You never helped him come?" I continued my interrogation.

"We never had sex." She said briefly, before continuing to suck me. I didn't answer and eventually she back off. I could see tears in her eyes. "I gave him a few hand-jobs, that was all." She waited for my reaction.

I wiggled my hips upward, and she took the hint and went back to work.

"Never again." I told her. "Never behind my back." I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth harder, bouncing off the back of her throat. "If you need to be with someone else we can talk about it. I can share. I don't like it, but I can do that. But no more hiding." I warned her. "I hope Krista and Rich survive this, she didn't look pleased."

I let her suck me closer and closer. "You enjoyed being a little slut out there didn't you? Giving Rich his first blowjob, in front of his wife, no less. Getting fucked at both ends. Making two men come hard for you. You liked being our slut, I could tell." She was sucking me like a $2.00 whore, her hand and mouth moving a mile a minute. "You should have let him take your ass, right there. You would have owned him for life. And Krista would have crumbled at your feet. Everything he'd ever dreamed of and couldn't get at home."

Abby pulled her face off my cock, gasping. She scrambled up my body and straddled me lowering herself onto my thick prick. She eased my cock into her, gasping and then she leaned back, spreading her legs wide, and showing me my cock was in her tight little ass, not in her pussy. "Like this? Take his little cock up my ass? Should I have done that? Maybe I could have you fill my other hole at the same time." She sat up and started butt-fucking herself on me.

She continued, "I should go over there right now, and make him fuck me in the butt, after you've got me all stretched out. I wouldn't even feel him. And make his little priss of a wife watch."

I pushed her off, and put her on her hands and knees, entering her ass again from behind. I was so hot, I knew I couldn't last much longer as I pounded away at her. "Never without me. Never behind my back." I fucked her ass like a pussy, leaving her moaning as she rubbed herself. I came for her, and smiled at the thought she'd gotten a load in all three openings that night. Maybe she could be my little slut.

As I pulled off and laid back down, I reminded her. "Never again. And you owe me. Two." 

"But Ken wasn't really..." she started in, and I interrupted her.

"Uh-uh. Two. You're lucky I don't charge 2 for 1 for going behind my back." I pulled her up onto my body. "Get me hard, I'm not done with you yet." She reached down and cautiously took me back in her mouth, after having her ass used so well. "That's right. You can be a little slut. A wild little slut. But you have to be my slut." I told her.

"Only your slut. To use as you want." She answered before taking me back in her mouth. It wasn't long before she was riding me again, back in the front hole this time.

"God you were hot, getting fucked front and rear." I told her, while we screwed away. "Did you like getting two cocks like that?"

"It was the nastiest thing I ever did," she confessed.

"And you liked it?" I asked her again.

"I loved it."

"You looked like you liked Krista fondling those tits of yours." I teased.

"I loved that she was playing with me, while I was sucking off her husband, right in front of her, knowing he'd never, ever forget that moment. And neither would she." She told me.

"But you liked her touch too, didn't you." I asked again.

"Yes. Yes. I wish she had to lick me while you and her husband both used me. Everybody's fuck toy." She gasped, fucking me hard.

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." I told her, and relaxed, letting her work her passions out on my cock, bringing me to one last climax that night.

I couldn't help but think things had worked out perfectly. I had to wonder how it was going with Rich.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 07



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Wherein Alex, a man of less than ideal morals, maneuvers to convince his wife that she should bring another woman into their marriage bed. One of his 'girls' is also further indoctrinated into what is expected of her behavior, in a public park.

There are six more stories before this one. They should be read in order. Why not click on my name, and do that now. Start with a Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They're numbered after that.

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Chapter 07: Hard Lessons

Abby was quite considerate in the morning, letting me sleep in, and preparing breakfast while I was in the shower. 

While lathering I took inventory of my new situation. 

Krista was still my fuck toy, but I'd lost a lot of leverage. I still had some. Although Rich was currently in the doghouse, if he found out that his wife had been fucking me well before our little party, or that he'd been set up, he probably wouldn't take it all that well. And there still was the societal pressure - photos to friend and family that would be embarrassing as hell.

With Donna I still had my leverage, but by bringing her into the equation, and letting her know a bit of what we were up to, she had acquired some counter-leverage. If she thought to apply it. I was still convinced she'd be obedient, if a little recalcitrant, as was her nature. I wanted to reinforce the situation, and soon, with that one.

Abby was now under control. I'd caught her in a bad position, and confronted her with it. I should be able to play that up, and it was looking likely that she was a little wilder and more willing to play outside the marriage than I'd ever dreamed. More testing there was needed as well.

Rich was in the doghouse, and I was dying to hear from Krista just what had happened afterwards. He'd also been given a taste of the good life, and I imagined that I could use that to wheedle more out of him if needed. I had to keep Krista from fulfilling any of his desires, to make the possibility of Abby repeating her attention a huge temptation, yet just out of his reach.

My wife worked four days a week, with Tuesdays off, and half-days on Saturday. I knew she'd have to head in to the office by noon. Rich was in real-estate, working for a builder, and also worked Saturdays, so seeing Krista would be no problem. I was dying to get the scoop.

While I ate breakfast, Abby sat across from me, nibbling on a rice cake. We were pretty quiet.

"I don't know what came over me," she finally blurted. "Are you angry?" She looked on the verge of tears.

I felt a tiny bit sorry for manipulating her. For about a full second.

"Not angry, no. Just a little disappointed and a lot surprised. I didn't think that Rich was your type. And even if he was, I'd never have guessed that you'd act on it. Right under my nose." I told her between bites of my eggs.

"He's not. Not at all! I mean he's not bad to look at, but he's a pig, and mean as shit to Krista. But when you left I was so damn horny, and when he reached out and touched my breasts, it was like I lost all sense of right from wrong." 

"It didn't take you long, I don't think we were gone 10 minutes, and I came back to find your face lodged in his lap." I told her.

"It was just a hand job!" She whined, defensively. "He was begging for it, and it seemed harmless enough. Then the more he whined and begged, well, I was disgusted, yet I still wanted to see what it was like to be his first, to swallow that whole weenie of his, to make him want me so bad he could taste it. When I sat in front of him, his dick hard, and poking up like that, I just new I could take the whole thing in my mouth without any trouble. It just seemed to make sense. Today it just seems so crazy, like a dream. Like it happened to somebody else." 

"Do you want to do him again?" I asked her, as I tucked away the last of my breakfast.

"God no! What I said last night about letting him do me, it just seems crazy. The thought almost makes me want to throw up. I don't want his thing in me. Never." She was most adamant.

"Ok," I said as I cleared my place. She took the plates from me and rinsed them, loading the dishwasher. I sat back down and watched her. She hadn't cleaned up for work yet, and I knew she had to start getting ready soon if she didn't want to be late. But she was still lingering there, looking torn.

"Are you..., I mean do you..., uh, are you going to do Krista?" She blurted, not even facing me.

"Should I?" I asked in response.

"I swear I'll never do anything like that again. I'm so sorry." Her eyes were welling up now, and she was on the verge of losing it.

"I'm sure you're sorry now. Since you got caught. If we'd been gone 30 minutes I wonder how sorry you'd be." I told her.

"Really. I'm just sick about it. Please believe me." She was standing nearby, and I think she wanted to come to me but was still hesitant.

I stood and reached for her and she fell into my arms sobbing. "God, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I swear I'll make it up to you. Don't go crazy about this. We've got 15 years and Maddy to think of." She was gasping through her tears.

"I've just got to come to terms with it. I don't know how I feel," I told her.

"If you need to do something, don't hide it from me. Please. I'll... I'll go along. I'll help if you want. Just don't make things worse, please, please. You know there's nothing I won't do for you. Nothing she could do for you that I won't do better." 

It was so strange to hear her like this. She was a woman that saw the world in black and white. Now that she'd stepped across the line, everything looked to be taking on shades of grey for her.

I stroked her hair, calming her. "I know you have to get ready; go ahead. We can talk about things later tonight."

She left me reluctantly and headed back to the bedroom. I needed to speed things up. I had to pick up our daughter before three, and there were a few things I wanted to do before then.

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I sat in Krista's kitchen, sipping a beer, while she told me about her evening after leaving us.

"I gave him the cold shoulder. I made him sleep in the boy's room. This morning, he came down early and tried to make up, but I wasn't about to let the bastard off the hook. It was pretty easy to act mad - I was furious. I didn't think he'd really do it." She told me.

"Did you confront him being a cheater?" I asked her, contemplating taking her back to the bedroom for a little play in a few moments. 

"Absolutely. I told him I knew there were others, but to do what he did in front of me was the last straw. He denied it at first, but I just kept throwing in his face all the late evenings, and the women he worked with. and he finally admitted fucking that cow of an assistant of his two years ago. He claimed it was just once. He was all apologetic, then he tried to blame it on me for not satisfying him. I told him he'd be lucky to ever be allowed to touch me again. When he left he was all in a huff. How about you?"

I gave her the 5 minute recap of my dealings with Abby, including her asking me if I was going to do Krista. We laughed at that for a bit.

"Is there something wrong," she asked me, giving me an odd little look.

"Why?"

"In the last two months, you couldn't be alone with me for two minutes without sticking that monster cock of yours in me somewhere. Is something the matter?" She seemed genuinely worried.

"I don't know. I'm sitting here, hard for you, and thinking about taking you back into your bed for an hour or so, but at the same time, I feel kind of odd. I'm almost tempted to wait to fuck you until Abby can be here." I confessed.

Her eyes were like saucers. "Really?"

"Almost," I told her smiling. Then I stood and went to her, peeling her shirt off. "You look so much better like that. Take off the rest."

While I was fucking my hot little minx, I had to ask her what she thought of Abby getting double-teamed in the hot-tub. "Ever have any fantasies like that?" I asked her.

She hesitated. "Maybe."

"I bet you were thinking about it last night," I teased her, while she lay under me, legs spread deliciously wide.

"Maybe. But not with Rich. I wouldn't give him the pleasure." She admitted, while we screwed away like old lovers. She was quiet for a bit. "It was pretty hot. I was so damn horny when I left your place last night, I considered going back for a little dose of my own."

"I was thinking of it as punishment for him. Imagine if you were to do both of us, but you only let him in where he was used to, while I got to enjoy one, or both, of your other openings, while he had to see it. He would be crushed." I fucked her a little harder, the thought of cuckolding him getting me even more worked up.

"I hadn't thought of that," she giggled. "It would kill him to see me suck you, even if he was screwing me. Or if he had to watch your fat cock plundering my poor little bottom, and you made me come like you alway do, that would be a suitable punishment for fucking behind my back, don't you think?" She ground up into me, while I pounded her, her words a little more broken up as she spoke.

"You know I can't remember the last time I came while he was screwing me. On the rare occasion that he can get me off, it takes him a long time of parking his face down there. He doesn't seem to mind it much, he loves to eat me." 

She never talked about her love life, and this was as open as she ever got.

She giggled again. "You know, he thinks that now that I'm shaved down there, I get so much more excited when he goes down on me, because I'm so wet. I'm so tempted to tell him it's your come he's chowing down on, not mine. I only let him go down on me now if you've been over that day." She was giggling almost uncontrollably, and I realized just how vindictive a little wench she was. "He loves the way you taste. He just doesn't know it."

"You're rotten," I told her, teasingly.

"Really? You always tell me I'm so sweet," She feigned innocence.

"So I was wrong. Now shut up and fuck me, so I can leave your husband a little gift in case you decide to make up with him tonight." I told her, pounding her hard.

She just smiled and pulled her legs back, opening herself up to me even more, until I could fulfill my commitment. Happily.

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That evening I avoided my wife, putting in some extra hours in my office, getting caught up on administrivia, and writing a presentation I'd been putting off. Since I work at home, and my company HQ is two time zones away, I tend to work shifted hours, rarely starting before 10:00, but often working until 7:00 pm. I also often went to bed later, well after midnight, and nights that I was working after 11:00 pm, Abby usually went to bed before me. 

I didn't come downstairs until almost midnight, but Abby had stayed up. When I came to bed, she turned off the TV she'd been watching, and tried cuddling up to me. I started a bit standoffish, letting her try to ingratiate herself to me.

"Krista said you came over today." She told me, dropping a small bomb.

"Yep." I answered non-committaly.

"Any special reason?" She asked, her hand down below my waist, gently stroking me.

"I wanted to see how things had ended up with her and Rich," I told her, which was true, if only a partial truth. "I'm kind of surprised you had the nerve to call her."

"It was hard," she admitted. "But I wanted to apologize for last night, and assure her it was a one-time mistake. I told her I wanted to stay friends, but I could understand if there were issues."

"So how did that go?" I asked her, slowly responding to her hands actions.

"Much better than I'd hoped. She doesn't seem to blame me much, but she's really pissed at him." She peeled back the covers, and slid down the bed to continue working on me, with more than just her hand.

"I know. She said that once she confronted him he admitted to cheating on her before," I told her, while she planted some small kisses down below.

"Really? She didn't tell me that. Though it doesn't surprise me." Then her mouth was too full to speak.

"Yeah. He slept on the couch last night. She even told me she'd considered coming back over here without him last night, for revenge." 

Abby almost choked at that, and pulled back for a second. "It would serve him right." 

"I didn't say that. Didn't want to encourage any thoughts down that path. It's bad enough one of us is cheating." I told her, while she resumed the sucking.

She seemed to be thinking hard, while she sucked me. I didn't talk, waiting to see how she'd eventually respond.

After a couple of minutes, Abby climbed up and mounted me. "It was just a mistake, Alex. A mistake. I'm not cheating on you. I made one stupid mistake."

I didn't say anything, as she slowly rocked back and forth a while. 

"Two mistakes," I finally reminded her.

She didn't answer at first, although she kept up the fucking. Then she dropped another bomb, "It wouldn't be cheating anyway, if I was here when she came over."

I reached down and held her hips still for a second. "Why do you want me to fuck Krista? You keep bringing it up. Do you think that will make us even? Wipe the slate clean?"

"I don't want you to fuck her. I don't want you to 'fuck' anyone but me. And I don't want to be with anyone but you. But if it happened, and I was here, that would be better than you getting even behind my back." She started on me again, bouncing a little this time, an up-and-down fucking instead of the slow rocking she'd been doing.

When I didn't answer she started in again. "I know you like her. I know you think she's pretty. You've said so yourself."

"She's not especially pretty," I denied. "She's got a nice body, but she's a little funny looking, with that space between her teeth, the bump on her nose, and if she doesn't have her makeup on, she's pretty washed out." Lies, all lies. So there were some minor imperfections, but Krista was beautiful, by all accounts.

"I've seen you check her out in her bathing suit. Don't you think I notice things like that?" She answered, screwing me nicely.

"She's attractive. She's got a great body. There I said it." I admitted, "Most of your friends are damned attractive, and you know it. And all that time in the gym isn't wasted on any of you."

"That night they were all in our hot tub, you couldn't take your eyes off of her." We had never spoken about that event, which had given me such a great opportunity in the first place.

"I was kind of in shock. Coming out and finding four naked women in my hot tub. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't look. Besides, I was curious. I'd never seen fake boobs up close, and I know that Misty and Donna's were both store bought, and I was wondering if Krista's were as well. I kept looking for marks from the surgery, but couldn't find any." I answered.

"Not for lack of looking." Abby reminded me.

"But I did manage to restrain myself, which is more than some people can say." I reminded her.

She ignored the barb. "If you could do any of those girls, if one of them could be here right now, which would it be?"

"Would you be here, too? Participating?" I asked her, holding her hips as I thrust up into her.

"Which would you prefer?" She answered softly.

"Participating." I answered.

"Ok, then with me here. Which would you want?" She insisted.

"Which would you prefer to be here with us? With you?" I asked in return.

She looked at me with a look of reproach. "With me?" 

"You never know."

She was leaning over me now, her face above me, her breasts in reach. I fondled them while I thrust into her, her hips counter-thrusting. She closed her eyes, and I leaned forward and licked her nipple. Then I sucked on it.

"Krista," she finally answered.

"Me too." I told Abby, fucking her hard while she dropped down on top of me. I held her hips and screwed her like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you thinking of her now. Imagining her here on top of you, instead of me?" Abby asked, cautiously.

"No. I'm imagining finishing inside of you, and then having her eat my come out of you." I told her.

"Oh shit," she moaned, and I felt her orgasm at the thought. I was close enough that it pushed me over the edge as well.

I went to sleep wondering how much more I'd have to do, before my darling wife invited one of her best friends into our bed.

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I had only been with Donna three times. The two times I worked up the blackmail, and once more at Krista's house. She was resistant to my coming over to her place, and I was similarly disinclined to have her over at my place. Krista's was so much easier, just a few doors down, and almost invisible, walking down the alley between all the high fences. No parked cars, no prying eyes, unless someone happened to peak out their back upstairs window at just the right time.

But I wanted to fuck Donna. Alone.

The nearby lake has several parks, and one of them is almost unknown. It's hard to get too, and I'd only found it while doing some geo-caching with my daughter. I told Donna to meet me at the parking lot at the entrance, which had been empty every time I'd been there.

She was hesitant at first, but then I asked her if she'd prefer that I come over to her place. That was enough to get her to go along.

When she pulled up she rolled down her window and gave a long look around. "I've lived here all my life and didn't know this place was here," she admitted.

I already had the ramps down, and was backing my Quad ATV out of the bed of my truck. I looked over when she pulled up and watched as she stepped out of the Suburban. Donna had dressed for play. She had a short skirt on, and a light weight tattered tee. When she stepped down I could see that she was wearing plain white panties, and her boisterous nipples confirmed she was sans bra. Good girl.

I went to her and took her in my arms. She smelled good. "God, I've missed you," I told her, before pressing my lips down on hers forcefully.

"It's only been like 4 days, since we were at Krista's," she answered, blushing.

Blushing. How sweet. 

I let my hand wander down under her skirt, and I cupped her mound. "Take off your panties. Leave them in the car."

She seemed to ponder it a second then she opened her door, sat on the edge of the seat and removed her panties, tucking them under the seat.

"In the future, when you're meeting me, don't wear bra or panties unless I tell you to. Understand?" I asked her, my hand cupping the back of her neck massaging the nape where hair met skin. She rolled her head in pleasure, and murmured "Mmmhmmm." Sounded like a yes to me.

I drew her by the hand over to the ATV, and I sat down and beckoned her on. She started to climb behind me.

"Not back there. Come up here. Ever driven one of these before?" 

"Me? Drive it?" She asked incredulously.

"Sure." I introduced her to the BF650, one of the bigger quads out there, a little high on the HP scale for a new rider. She also balked at putting on the helmet, even if it was only an old shorty that would sit on her head, rather than encase it.

She enjoyed tooling around the open field beside the parking lot, getting a feel for the throttle and braking. She was a bit exposed, wearing a skirt as she was. At first she was constantly grabbing at it, trying to hold it down, sitting on it, trying to keep it from flapping in the wind. It was a hopeless case, and she eventually gave up. After that it was almost constantly up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed. 

When I felt she had a feel for the ride, I indicated a main trail to head down. Obviously not very used, it wasn't in horrible shape, and taking it slow it was a pretty easy ride. While we rolled slowly along, I let my hands wander up under her shirt, and eventually pulled it up over her breasts, leaving her exposed both top and bottom. She gave no resistance. Far from it, she leaned into my hands while I toyed with her breasts. About a mile up the trail it opened into another clearing and I had her stop.




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 07



"That was incredible," she gushed, pulling her shirt down before taking off her helmet. 

She took public exposure very well, even if nobody was around. "You did well, but I'll drive from here." I told her.

She started to get up, but I slowed her down. "Just turn around," I told her. She did, which was a little awkward, but then she was sitting in front of me, facing backwards, and straddling my lap. I was hard, from rubbing up against her, and with a yank on the side of my shorts leg, I was fully exposed. 

"Stand," I told her, and she did, her eyes a glitter.

I scooted forward a bit and leaned back. "Now, sit." 

She found the right position, and slowly lowered herself onto my hard-on, until I was completely buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my chest. I was thankful the quad was an automatic.

We took off slowly down the trail, ignoring all safety guidelines. Our helmets were strapped on back, and we were definitely not in an approved two-up riding position. Each bump in the road, bounced her on my cock. The hum and vibration of the big V-Twin passed up through my balls right into her silken insides. Who would ever have guessed that crawling along on a smooth trail would be an adventure in itself? 

I stopped before long and peeled off her shirt. She argued a bit, but she acquiesced in the end. She was now naked except for that silly skirt bunched up around her waist. I leaned her back over the handle bars a bit, and stroked her a couple of times, just for fun. The skirt made a great handle for lifting her hips up and driving into her.

I pulled her back hard, settling her back on my cock, and took off down the trail some more. I found the side trail I was looking for and headed down it, a little bumpier now, until I located the clearing by the water. It had two vacant picnic tables, and a great view of the water, only about 20 yards away.

I opened the bag on the back rack, and passed her a heavy blanket. "Put it on the table," I told her, then broke out the outdoor insect spray and gave the whole area a good once over, including our makeshift bed, and the surrounding area.

She was waiting for me, sitting on the table top, knees primly together and tilted to one side, her skirt back in place. Topless, her very nice breasts almost screamed out for attention. As I approached, she leaned back a bit, lowering one leg, and opening up a partial view up her skirt.

"So what did you have in mind?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

I sat beside her, and then carefully eased her back until we were lying side by side. My lips sought out hers, and I enjoyed kissing her, really kissing her, for the first time. I took my time, in no hurry to pound her pussy, which was definitely where we here heading. 

I broke off the kiss and lost the shorts. Then I leaned back and waited for her to go to work.

"So it's like that?" She asked.

"Like what?" I answered smiling.

"Just suck you off. No preliminaries, no foreplay." She said. But she already knew the answer.

"Are we dating now?" I asked, amusedly.

"You could be nicer about this," she griped.

"Maybe. But I could also be a whole lot nastier about it. Now suck me." I told her, with an edge to my voice.

She did as I asked, but with less enthusiasm then I'd hoped for. "You can do better than that," I urged her, "or do I need to have a talk with Dave about your technique, or lack thereof?" 

She didn't take the comment well. She pulled off of my cock, and held it in her hand. "When did you become such a dick?" 

Recalcitrant. Bitchy. Not what I was hoping for at all. But what I'd expected and even anticipated.

I got up and walked to the ATV. "Let me get you a beer, and we can start over." I grabbed my six pack soft cooler, which had a couple of beers, and a few "accessories" I'd had the forethought to bring along.

I popped a beer for her, and passed it to her, while she sat up. I stood directly in front of her, kissed her on the neck, and whispered, "Close your eyes."

I took the beer from her, and gave her a gentle kiss, taking her hands in mine. Once I had them together, it only took a moment for me to loop my zip-tie around them and pull it tight. 

"What are you doing?" She cried out, eyes open wide, looking down at her captured hands.

My hand dipped into the bag, and came out with the duct tape. She saw it and really started to worry. "What the fuck is that for?" She asked, almost hysterical.

"Hopefully, I won't need it." I told her. "Now where were we? Oh yeah." I leaned back on the table, slowly stroking myself.

She looked both angry and nervous. I wasn't worried about a little bit of anger, I was much more concerned about compliance.

She sucked me with attitude. Which at the moment was nearly as good as passion. It didn't take her long to get me nicely worked up, and thinking about moving on.

"My hands hurt. Could you just undo this, I'll be good." She asked me nicely.

"I think I can manage that. Just a moment." I went back to the quad, and reached into the big bag, pulling out a plastic coated steel chain. "Raise your foot up for me."

"Why?" she asked nervously. 

"Because you want your hands free," I told her.

She lifted up her foot slowly, and I locked a loop around her ankle, and another around the table leg. "Please, Alex, don't." I ignored her until she was well anchored, then pulled out a pair of dykes and cut her wrists loose.

She rubbed her hands, where the plastic had left a red mark. "You don't have to do this, Alex. You know I'll do what you want," she wheedled.

"Let's try that blow job again." I told her. "If you do better, I may not leave you like this when I'm done with you." I said it coldly, matter-of-factly, making sure she got the message.

When I introduced my semi-hard cock to her mouth, she was a new woman. She did her best, sucking me deeply and using her hands to her best ability. Donna had me hard as a rock shortly. I still wanted to fuck with her brain, before I did her body. I eased her onto her back, caressing her body, watching her perky little nipples wake up. I reached into my bag of tricks for another, cruel tool. I pulled out a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup. She looked at it oddly, and I squirted two dollops on her nipples.

I sucked the chocolate off, teasing and nibbling, and then mentioned casually. "Imagine what it would be like if I left you here, tied down even more securely, but covered you in this syrup, first."

She was nearly in tears. "Please, no. I'll do what you want," she assured me.

"Of course you will. That was our deal. And you wouldn't dream of backing out of our deal would you? I'd be so angry. You wouldn't like me angry." I pinched her nipples, which I'd been playing with. Pinched them hard. She squealed at first, then groaned, as I didn't release them. When I let go, she gasped in relief, but only for a second before I slapped them from the side, stingingly. I backhanded the left one, letting my nails rake across them, leaving little red trails on her skin. She reached up to cover them with her hands.

"Hands to the side. Don't move them or I'll duct tape them in place." I warned her.

She was crying now, softly. Good. I recovered her shirt, and pulled it over her head, not tightly, just leaving her in the dark.

"Just so you understand me, Donna. Bad girls are punished. You're not a bad girl, are you?"

"No," she cried softly.

"Good. And good girls, well, good girls can be rewarded. Are you a good girl, Donna?"

"Yes, I'll be good. Very good." She answered fervently.

I massaged her breasts gently, kissing them lightly. She twitched at first, then lay still. Sitting up, I let my hands move down her body, and drew little circles with my fingers around the next play area.

I massaged her mound, rubbing her pussy, letting my fingers press against her, before I finally let a finger slide into her. She took it quietly. For about five minutes. Then as I worked on her pussy more and more, I had her trembling, and pushing up against me, looking for more. Her hands wiggled, grasping the edge of the table. I could tell she wanted to move them, but she knew better. Good.

"Good girls, Donna, are allowed to come. They are made to come. But only when I let them." One hand played with her breast now, as the other toyed with her pussy.

"You are a good girl, right, Donna?" I asked her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her forcefully.

"God, yes," she whispered.

"So you'll only come when I say, correct?" 

"Please," she moaned, her pussy throbbing against my fingers.

"Was that a yes?" I asked, teasing her clit more aggressively.

"YES," she gasped loudly.

I pulled my fingers out abruptly and gave her a stinging slap down there.

"OW!" She cried out.

"Not yet," I told her, massaging her mound again, before slipping a finger back in her sopping slit.

I got off the table and urged her down, bending her over the end of it. I took the shirt off her head, and had her spread her arms wide, holding onto the edge of the table again. She looked incredible, that round white ass sticking up, waiting for attention. I spread her legs a bit, and she could barely reach the ground, most of her weight on the edge of the table.

I spread her cheeks and licked her thoroughly from the vee of her butt cheeks across her tight little sphincter, through her swollen nether-lips, all the way to her peek-a-boo clit. Up and down I licked her, nibbling that clit, tongue fucking her, and poking away at her tight little butt hole.

She was hot as West Texas asphalt, and moaned continuously, her legs trembling. 

"Can I come, Alex? Can I come," she was gasping, pushing back against my tongue. "Please, let me come." 

I backed away and gave her ass a hard firm slap, I believe you could have heard back at the parking lot.

"Ahhh," she cried out, almost climbing up the table.

"Soon, my sweet, but not yet. Not quite yet." With that I introduced the head of my still swollen cock to her moist valley, and slowly entered her, until I bottomed out. She grunted at the intrusion, but it didn't sound like she was complaining.

"God, you have a sweet pussy. So tight. How often does your husband tap this thing, and don't lie to me."

"Maybe once a week, maybe three times a month, I don't know exactly. He'd like it more," she admitted.

"You're holding out on him?" I asked her, while slowly stroking in and out.

"He's so weird. He comes down from a late night 'work' session in his office with a hard-on and expects me to do him right then and there. I'm not sure I like where those hard-ons came from." She was the opposite of Krista, very open about all this.

"Morning sex?" I asked her.

"Please. He's gone most of the time before I even get up. He's got to hit the gym by 6:00 am. I don't get up until after 9:00 usually. Although I guess that will have to change if we ever have kids." She grunted while I fucked her.

"Anytime soon? Kids I mean?" She felt wonderful. The cool breeze off the water, the warm sun beating down on us, the heat of her tight little twat enveloping my stiff rod.

"We're trying. Nearly two years now." She said. "I've seen a doctor. It's not me."

"Three times a month wouldn't give great odds." I told her, pounding her a little more forcefully. I was starting to get more than a little distracted from the conversation.

"It used to be more than that. A lot more than that. Until maybe a year ago." She gasped. 

I couldn't talk anymore, I wanted to just fuck her cute little brains out. The height was very good for me. I could just slam away with my hips, without wearing out my legs. 

I pulled out of her abruptly. "Sit up and wave to your admirers," I told her.

She looked up sharply and saw that a bass boat was trolling along about 10 feet off the shore and the guys were watching our interplay eagerly.

"Go ahead wave, then turn over on your back." I ordered her.

She was red as could be but she obeyed, sitting up, covering her breasts with one arm, while she waved a quick princess wave with the other. Then she was lying down, hiding most of her God-given treasures from her new admirers.

I nudged her further up the table, then pushed her legs back until the chain was pretty close to it's limits, and took her again. "Rub yourself for me. You're going to come when I do."

She had a breast in one hand, and the other rubbing circles at the top of her pussy.

"You need any help with that?" One of our voyeurs shouted out.

"Please no, please no, please no. Not them, not now," she moaned to me.

The idea was tempting. But that was a lesson best saved for a more opportune time. I had to be getting out of there soon, obligations, you know. Add two more men to the fray would probably delay us at least an hour.

"Not today guys. Maybe some other time." I shouted to them before I lifted her legs and pounded her harder and harder. It was a little hard on my knees, but worth it.

"Thank you, Alex, thank you. I'm so sorry I was bitchy earlier. Thank you." She was almost crying her relief, and her hand was working a mile a minute down below.

I was glad to see that she took it for granted that I might have said yes.

"I'm close baby, I'm close. You're gonna come for me," I told her, breathing hard, the sweat dripping off of me.

"Come in me, Alex, come in me hard, do it." She said it fiercely.

It was only a couple more strokes before I was ready. "Fuck," I gasped, thrusting hard, burying my cock in her 20-something snatch, and blowing my wad.

She screamed out, her legs kicking free and pulling me deeper, her heels on my ass. "YES, YES, YES!" She cried out, coming hard.

I filled her sweet pussy to the brim, squirting shot after shot of my juices into the back of her tight little chamber. When done, I pulled out and stood beside the table. She stayed on her back, holding her hips high, and crossing her ankles above her. "Was I good enough for you to take me with you?" She asked, giving her ankle chain a jingle.

"Why don't we ask our friends if I should take you with me or not?" I teased.

"Shit. They couldn't handle this." She smiled at me. But I could tell she was still a bit nervous, so completely out of control.

I unsnapped the chain off the table, then off of her leg. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

She eased off the table top, closed her legs tightly, and sat on the bench. 

"Clean me," I told her, waving my sticky cock in front of her face.

She looked up at me, then looked over at our watchers, who were passing a pair of binoculars back and forth between them. She grinned and gave me the sexiest, most salacious cleaning I could hope for, licking me clean and sucking every drop out of my softening cock. She was well on the way to getting me hard again, when I pulled away, painfully aware that I was running short on time.

"That was nice, sweetness," I told her, caressing her hair.

"It was. Thank you." She answered with a smile.

I got dressed, pulling my shorts back on, and she put her shirt back on and straightened out her skirt, which had somehow made it through the whole affair. I folded the blanket on the front of the ATV seat and let her sit on it, in front of me again. This time facing forward. 

"Go ahead, you can drive," I encouraged her. 

She surprised me once more. She pulled her shirt completely off, and passed it to me. "Hold this a second," she asked. Then she put on her helmet, and turned the quad around. Sweet little Donna drove down to the shore, and paralleled it, now only 20 feet or so from the men in the boat. As we slowly cruised past, she called back to me, "Play with my tits."

As I did, she waved to her admirers, then drove slowly back to the trail. As she turned onto the main trail, she asked for her shirt. I was tempted to hold out until we got to the parking lot, but I figured she'd been a pretty good girl except for that one little moment, and she'd cleaned up her act after that.

We made it to the cars uneventfully, but I was a little surprised to see another vehicle with a dirt-bike trailer parked beside us. I'd never heard them tooling around the trails, they must have gone a different direction. Luckily for Donna.

I gave her a big kiss at the car, and let her put her panties back on so she wouldn't mess up her leather seat.

She closed the door, then opened her window. "That was so incredible."

"Ditto." 

"Call me soon," she said, then started up the engine, and backed out while I drove my quad back into the truck bed.

Soon. Count on it. The lessons have just begun.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 08



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Alex's wife brings a little role-playing into the bedroom, trying on the part of her best friend. An afternoon discussion at Donna's breaks down into a well-earned punishment session, long overdue.

There are seven more stories before this one. They should be read in order. Why not click on my name, and do that now. Start with a Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They're numbered after that.

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Chapter 08: Punished!

Sunday was a day of rest, luckily, and I could certainly use it. Abby was still in her penitent mode, and was talking to Krista more than ever. She was trying to get her to forgive Rich, and they talked on the phone for hours. That evening, we went to bed together, and she updated me a little on what was going on.

"I think it's going to be Ok," she told me, cuddled up against me. 

"How's that?" 

"She said she was going to let him back in the bedroom, but she was done having sex with him for a while." She told me while her hand slowly stroked my limp cock.

"How's that better?" I asked, enjoying the gentle action.

"She said if he was good, she'd let him go down on her, but that was it. At least it's a start." She was a little harder to hear, as she moved down the bed, bringing her mouth inline with my hardening partner.

"I guess that's good," I told her.

She sucked me silently for a while, getting me fully hard, before climbing on top of me again.

"We're ok, aren't we?" she asked me cautiously.

"What do you think?"

"I think we'll be fine. You know I don't want anyone but you." She told me as she rocked back and forth on my staff. "You know it was just a silly, stupid mistake."

I just grunted my assent.

"Close your eyes for me," she said a few moments later, and then crawled off. She returned with her sleeping mask. "Can I put this on you, please?" 

"Go ahead," I told her.

She did, and then I felt her climb off the bed. From the doorway her voice called out. "Alex, it's me, Krista, can I come in?" She put on a thick Texas drawl, and spoke in a higher pitch, doing a surprisingly good Krista impression.

"Sure Krista, I hope you'll excuse me for not getting dressed."

She climbed into the bed beside me, and placed her head on my chest. "I can't get past what he did, how he made your slut wife suck him off. I just can't get past it." Her voice sounded sorrowful, but her hand was caressing my stomach, just an inch or two above my hard cock.

"It was a bad thing," I told her, stroking her back.

"Abby thinks that if I were to be with you, well it would kind of even things out." She said softly. Her hand crept down and touched my cock softly, hesitantly. "What do you think?" 

"I don't really know. I guess it would be a good start." I told her, stroking her side, my fingers, caressing the edge of her breast.

"What... what would you want to do with me?" she asked, her hand now more confident, stroking my hard cock, cupping the head, and playing with the slick precum.

"Everything." I told her.

"Everything?" her voice cracked.

"Everything. All the things you won't do with him. Now that would be a payback." I thrust my hand against her hand.

"Oh God, I don't know." The words were drawn out in the western twang, that almost had me believing it was her.

"And Abby would have to be here, I couldn't do it behind her back." I told her.

"She's here now, watching from the door. It's so embarrassing." 

"My cock is aching for your mouth, Krista," I told her, pushing her head down towards my waist. 

"Please, couldn't I start with something else?" she asked. Yet she scooted down the bed.

"Just explore it. Lick it for me. Place it in your mouth. See what it feels like." I implored her.

I felt her lick my cock, tentatively, then again. Then she put the end of my cock in her mouth and sucked and licked it. It felt great, but weird. Here we were, my wife pretending to be her best friend, practicing her first blow job on me. On the other hand, I knew that Krista was far more experienced at this than anybody could imagine. What a tangled web.

"Was that ok?" She asked innocently.

"More than ok, just move your head up and down more, and take more of me in your mouth." I told her.

She started quietly, easily, tentatively, and with some gentle guidance from me, was soon sucking me with wild abandon. She pulled her mouth off of me with and audible 'pop'. "God, that makes me feel so sexy, it's getting me wet," she said in a quiet voice.

"Wet enough for you to get on top of me?" I asked her.

"I guess we can find out," she answered, and then she was straddling me.

"Damn, Krista, you're tight, you better go slow," I said reaching out and holding her hips.

"It's too much. You're so big, I can't get all the way down, I'm sorry," she gasped, sitting up and fucking the top few inches of my cock. "I want to, I really do." She moaned in frustration.

I reached up and pulled her body down to mine, her head tucked into my shoulder. "It's ok, we'll go slow, you'll get used to it." 

"Ok god, I don't think so, you're tearing me open," she moaned.

I held her hips up and fucked her slowly penetrating further and further.

"Slower, please, ow, it hurts," she sounded like she was almost crying.

"I can stop," I told her stopping my movement.

"NO!" She cried out, "Don't stop, just go slowly, please. I can feel your fat cock almost in my stomach," she told me.

I started fucking her again, slowly, but in just a few minutes I had to pick up the pace and I was soon bottomed out in her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she groaned at the end of each thrust. "No more, I can't take any more," she cried.

"You have it all." I told her, then held her tight against my cock, completely buried in her. "That's all of it."

"Oh God, I did it. I took the whole thing," she gasped. I felt her move cautiously up and down on my cock, then more aggressively. 

"Fuck me," she said softly.

"Happily," I answered and fucked into her hard, pounding her, holding her hips just above mine and slamming up into her repeatedly.

"Ooooh," she cried out, "don't stop, you're going to make me come, don't stop, please." 

I wasn't planning on stopping but kept fucking away. It was work, I'd been doing it for several minutes, and I was enjoying the feel, but was getting a little tired. Then she slammed her hips down onto me, grinding, while she moaned.

"Alex, Alex, oh God, you made me come so hard," she said, her lips kissing me all over my chest and neck. "I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm sorry," I told her.

"Sorry?"

"Sorry that you'd never felt anything like that. I'd like to make you feel that time and time again."

She moved to the side, and I heard the drawers on the side of the bed open. Then she was dripping lube on my turgid meat.

"That just leaves one last thing to do." she told me. Then she grabbed my hand and put the bottle of lube in it. "I'm on my hands and knees, with my virgin ass waiting for you. Please be gentle."

The blindfold was getting a little distracting but I managed to sit up and reach out and find her ass raised up off the bed. "You really have a sweet butt," I told her, dribbling a few drops of lube onto her butthole, and fingering her. I gave it a couple of good squirts, getting a little messy, and used the excess to rub over my cock. Then I put the spongy head of my cock at her opening.

"You're going to do it now, aren't you? You're really going to fuck my ass." She said softly, with a ring of fear in her voice.

"Yes, Krista, I'm going to fuck that sweet little virgin ass of yours." At that, I gave a push, and slid the head into her.

"Oh stop! Stop! It's too big. It hurts," she cried.

"Just wait a moment and relax, you'll get used to it." I assured her, adding a couple of more drops of lube where I entered her. Then I pushed a little more, sinking a few more inches in.

"God, that's huge." she groaned. "Are you all the way in?" 

I laughed, "I've barely started, my love," and then I stroked the few inches in and out, gaining just a little more ground.

"Please, is there much more?" She asked, panting loudly.

"Just a bit," and then I pulled back and pushed hard, burying the full length of my cock inside her tight little butt.

She screamed out, and then gasped, "Christ that hurts! People like this?" she gasped. 

"Just relax, you'll get used to it. You really will." I told her. "Maybe Abby could help a little, licking you down there. It will make you feel better."

"Abby? What are you doing, Oh Abby, I don't know, this is too much, too soon, Oh, Oh, OOOOH!" She cried out.

I eased out and slid back in, hearing her groan. Again, and again I slowly fucked that ass, until the going was easy. I was so excited, I knew I couldn't last long, and I started fucking her hard.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned, "I can't believe how that feels, it's just so wild," she said. "Don't stop Abby, please don't," she said, her ass thrusting back against my strokes. 

I picked up the pace and quickly pounded her, knowing I'd already reached the point of no return. "I'm going to come in your virgin ass, Krista. Tell me you want it."

"I do, oh God I do. Pound my dirty little ass with the great big fat cock. Fuck me, fuck my ass, Alex, come in my ass." She moaned with feeling.

It was enough. I grabbed her hips hard, sunk the full length of my cock into her one last time, and let my balls explode, splashing my cum deep inside her.

"OH GOD!" she cried out, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, it's burning inside me. I can feel every drop deep inside me, oh, oh, OOOH," She screamed out in her orgasm, as I finished buried in that sweet virgin ass.

Then she pulled herself off of me, turned and gave me a soft kiss. "Thank you, Alex. I'm glad it was you." Then she was gone.

Abby pulled the mask off of me, then cleaned me up with a wet washcloth.

"It looks like you enjoyed Krista," she said with a devious smile.

"Maybe, just a little." 

"That was really naughty, making me lick her," she said, easing me back on the bed.

"Naughtier than fucking her ass in front of you?" I teased.

"Oh, much naughtier. I thought you were going to make her lick me," she answered.

"That would be round two," I told her with a grin.

"Mmmm. I can hardly wait," she said, cuddling up next to me, my cum leaking out of her ass.

"Me either," I said softly, contemplating the idea with pleasure.

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Monday morning I had taken a mid-morning work break and was putting Krista through the same paces I'd pretended to the previous night. I told her how the entire scene had played out. 

We both got a little laugh out of it, and she went along, moaning how huge I was, and how it never fit. Like that was a problem. We both knew I fit her to perfection.

I was riding her ass, near the end of our play, when the phone rang. She picked it up, and did her best to carry on a conversation, while I plowed her rear.

"Oh, Hi, I was just thinking about you," she exclaimed, listening to the response on the other end. "No, nothing in particular, where do you want to meet?" She asked, the added quickly, "Oh nothing really, I just ran up the stairs and I'm a bit winded." Then she giggled, "I wish! Nope just doing laundry. I really gotta go, but I'll be there at 12:30, see ya then." She hung up the phone and heaped on the grief. "You are so bad! Couldn't you have lightened up for just a second?" She asked as I tugged on her hips and continued plugging her butt, as I had for the entire conversation.

"Nope." I answered, "That's too much willpower for any man, to stop fucking your sweet, tight butt in mid-stroke."

"That's about the naughtiest thing yet, talking to your wife, while your fucking me in the ass." She gasped.

"My wife?" I asked, slowing down the reaming.

"Yeah, we're meeting for lunch in about and hour and a half," she laughed. "I hope you can leave me a nice deposit. I love the feeling of you slowly seeping out of me during the day. Especially seated in a nice restaurant chatting up your slut wife."

I laughed out loud, and slowly picked up the pace again. "Let's see if I can't do something about that. I think if you're a good girl, I could leave a deposit in front and rear." I was actually pretty damn close to dropping that first deposit already.

"You mean if I'm a bad girl, don't you?" she asked wiggled her ass.

"A very bad girl."

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I'd been laying in bed, the last few nights, well sated by my darling slut-wife Abby's attempts to get back in my good graces. Even completely drained, I couldn't help but wonder how I could spend more time with Donna. Then it hit me.

That's why Monday afternoon I was parked in front of Donna's, knocking on the door. I could see her blue Suburban parked in the driveway. Not to be confused with Krista's black Suburban. Or Misty's burgundy Suburban. It seemed every soccer mom / MILF in north Dallas drove a suburban.

She answered the door in a light weight, white spaghetti strap top that hid little of her treasure chest. Her shorts looked like men's boxers, large and loose. She looked confused, just staring at me, stunned.

"Invite me in?" I asked.

She looked up and down the street, and hustled me in the door, closing it quickly behind me. "Damn it, Alex! You shouldn't be here. At the very least you could call."

I look at her a little amused. Then I reached for her, spun her around and pushed her up against the door. "Is this where you want me to give you a lesson on manners, you little bitch?" I pressed up hard against her ass, then reached down and grabbed her crotch hard.

"No, please no, I'm sorry. You just surprised me." She gasped, almost in tears.

"This was supposed to be a happy meeting, I had some great news for you. But now you've got me in a bad mood. Why, Donna?" 

She cautiously slid out from against me, when I eased back. She turned and hugged me, "I'm sorry, please," she murmured, kissing all over my chest. "Let me make it up to you. I can make you happy; you know I can." Then she was rubbing at my crotch, feeling my response to her efforts.

She escorted me to the family room. She stripped off her shirt, and then pulled my pants off. On her knees she did her best to adjust my mood, putting her heart and soul into the blowjob she was delivering. It was nice. And mood altering. It didn't take her long to put a smile back on my face. 

I helped her off the floor, and held her in my arms, hugging her. "Isn't that a much nicer way to greet me?" I asked her, as I slid my hands inside her loose boxers, massaging her ass.

"Much better," she agreed softly. "I was just surprised and scared. Forgive me?"

"Not yet." I sat down in the middle of her couch, "come here, and lay across my lap." I told her.

She was obviously hesitant, but just as obviously didn't want to get in further trouble. She did as told, her cloth encased ass across my right thigh.

"What...what are you going to do?" she asked timorously.

"You've been behaving like a spoiled little girl," I told her, "so I'm going to punish you like a spoiled little girl." I peeled her boxers down to her knees, and looked down at that marvelous round white ass, before I slapped her ass cheek, hard. 

"Oooh!" She cried out, but she didn't have time to talk. I lit into her ass with a series of hard smacks, not slowing down and not easing up. I alternated cheeks, working all over her rear, leaving no area untouched. Her ass was bright red and she was sobbing before I started to slow down.

"Please!" she cried, when I took a short break. My hand was stinging, so I know her rear must be on fire.

"Are you going to respect me?" I asked her, smacking her once more hard.

"YES!" she cried out, squirming in my lap.

I reached between her legs, and rubbed her pussy gently, nudging her open. "Do you really think you can remember to be good? Or do you deserve more?" I asked.

"I can be good, I promise." She begged. 

I smacked her ass four more times, now catching her thighs a little. "Liar! You've promised that over and over." I paused again, rubbing her steaming dripping twat. "Can you remember to be good? Or do you deserve more?" I asked her again.

"Please," she whined, "I promise, I promise to be good."

I beat her ass several more times. I was a little concerned she'd bruise, but let her worry about that. "You're lying, you know you'll mouth off." This time I stopped and caressed that poor abused butt. Her cheeks were flaming red and felt just as hot.

She was openly crying now, "I know. I'm bad. I can learn to be good. Please." She gasped sniffling, while I continued to gently rub her rear. "Be patient with me, please. I know I deserve it, I deserve more. Give me a chance, I'll try. I'll learn." I pulled my hand away from her butt, and I felt her tense up.

"You do deserve more. How many more do you think?" I asked her.

"However many you decide," she said softly.

"Do you think that this act will make me spank you any less?" I asked her. 

"No. Probably more. No more than I deserve," she cried.

"Twenty more," I told her coldly, "Count them off."

She was sobbing before I touched her. Smack. "One," she gasped. Smack, "Two", I could barely hear her. "If I don't hear you, I'll start over," told her. Smack "Three!" she cried out loudly. After five, I stopped and told her to get up. She did obediently, head down. I lead her over to the end of the couch and bent her over the arm.

She looked over her shoulder at me, her face a red blotchy mess, her eyes swollen, her nose running. She started to speak, and then turned and braced herself.

I smiled. Gently rubbing her black and blue butt, I spoke. "That was good. You were going to say something, weren't you." 

"Yes," she said softly, her sobbing slowing.

"You were concerned with what I was going to do now. Weren't you."

"Yes," she allowed.

"You were right to worry. From here I can really get my strength behind your beating. I could take off my belt and blister you." She shivered just at the thought of it.

"Whatever you think I need, in order to learn," she answered softly, almost confidently.

I moved closer, and let my painfully hard erection, rub against her. She gasped, and spread her legs wider, pushing back, presenting herself to me. The height of the armrest was almost perfect. I placed the head of my cock between her soaked lips. And then I pushed.

"Six," I told her.

Her sobbing became an almost hysterical giggle of relief, "Six" she repeated.

I pulled back and gave her another, this time rubbing my thumb over her exposed asshole. "Seven," she said.

I pulled out of her, and bent over to lick her ass, tonguing her hole, then opening her a little. I stood back up and smacked her on the ass hard. She jumped and cried out "Eight!"

She looked over her shoulder at me in fear, and I watched the look change to one of resolution.

"Yes," I reminded her. "Just because I'm kind for a moment, or just because I enjoy your treasures, don't think for a second I wont punish you for any transgression."

"I understand, m-m-master," she said hesitantly.

"I don't think you should call me master," I told her lining up my cock again for another shot at that tight pussy.

"I think I should, it helps me remember, master," she told me.

"Remember what," I asked, sliding my cock into her firmly, and giving her red ass an easy little reminder smack at the same time.

"Nine," she moaned. "Remember that you are my master, and that I must be good and obey, at least for one year," she said softly.

"Master has a deeper meaning than that. Complete servitude, ownership." I tried to explain. "If you want to have a term of respect for me, you can just call me, Sir."

Buried in her tight twat, once again I played with her butthole, while she squirmed underneath me. The next stroke of her pussy, I matched with a finger deep penetration of her ass.




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 08



"Ten," She said firmly.

I wiggled my finger around, stretching her, then gave her another double stroke, cock and finger.

"Mmmm, EleVEN," she said, starting softly, then realizing her error, speaking up at the end.

"Twelve," she said, as she took the full length of my cock, and two fingers in her ass.

"Thirteen", then "Fourteen." and her ass and legs were trembling.

I reached for her hips and pulled her backward a bit, tilting her hips lower, making her ass more accessible. Then I stopped a second, realizing I might be pushing this a bit too far.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" I asked her.

"No," she answered hesitantly.

"Mmmm," I pondered, "As tempting as that little brown eye is, this isn't the way to break you in." I slipped my cock back inside her, and smacked her ass again, not too hard, but hard enough to feel it.

"Fifteen," she sighed, "thank you, Sir."

"Although this is not the time,"

"Sixteen."

"...I think we should start training your ass,"

"Seventeen." 

"...so when I do take it, 

"Eighteen."

"...you'll be ready!" 

"Nineteen. Yes, sir."

I looked at it, and pressed my thumb against it again, I slipped in easily, and knew that it wouldn't be too much trouble.

"Twenty," she said, then allowed her whole body to collapse over the sofa arm.

I pulled my cock out, feeling a little sorry for her. Her ass would hurt for days. I rubbed her reddened butt cheeks gently, then kissed them. 

I heard her breathy whisper. "Please. Don't stop."

I stood back and looked at her, totally submissive, asking me to fuck her. She was waiting patiently, hopefully, her ass up and exposed. I moved behind her, and played with her pussy for a moment, luxuriating in her moistness.

"Why don't you want me to stop," I asked her.

"I...I want to come," she said, embarrassed by her own need.

"Do you think your behavior deserves the reward of being allowed to come?" I asked her, giving her ass another light smack.

"I know I don't deserve it," she said pleading, "but I need it."

I pressed my cock against her exposed pussy once more, and slowly edged it in. She felt good, taking me, and I enjoyed slowly working my way back into her hot little twat.

"What time will your husband be home?" I asked her, once I'd settled down to a rhythm.

"Almost never before 7:00," she let me know, "and he always calls at least a half-hour before, so he won't have to wait for dinner."

"Good." I looked at my watch and saw it was only about 4:30.

"But Courtney, next door, likes to come over for a smoke most days, right after she gets off work, around 5:30. She usually just lets herself in." Donna warned me.

"Ok, I'll take that into consideration." I was enjoying the fuck, but needed a change of pace. I pulled her up off the couch and escorted her back to her bedroom. She walked along docilely. 

I stood beside the bed, "Suck me," I told her.

She dropped to her knees, and starting sucking immediately. She took me as deep as she could, gagging, and pistoned her head up and down on my cock. It was a nice effort. 

"Now that's a good girl," I told her, stroking the back of her hair. I tilted her head back, so I could look at her eyes while she blew me. "Don't stop," I told her, as she eased her face back and forth on my cock. "That's very good."

I held her chin still, and slowly backed up, extricating myself from her mouth. Then I pulled a couple of pillows out from under the cover. I placed them towards the middle of the bed. "Lay across these," I told her.

She understood, and stretched out face down, with the pillows under her hips. I opened her legs, and crawled between them. Gently, I opened her up, and licked her. My tongue traced her lips, and around her heavily swollen clit. I used my fingers to open her a bit, and licked deep inside her. I lapped away at her open pussy, before sucking on her exposed clit, gently. Then I used my fingers on her, first one and two, and once I had three fingers working in and out of her, I started paying attention to her virgin hole.

I wanted her to come for me. A big, no, huge orgasm. I had both hands working on her, one rubbing at her tender clit, while the other filled her pussy repeatedly, with three curving fingers, searching out her g-spot. My tongue penetrated her ass, over and over, as she slowly loosened the outer ring. It was reaching deeper inside her, while her moans and groans grew. 

"You're making me come," she gasped.

I stopped abruptly, and she cried out in frustration, "NO!"

"Your orgasm is a gift," I explained, slowly starting in again, but quickly bringing her back to that edge.

"Please, let me come," she asked me, "I'm so close."

I slowed down, no longer rubbing her clit or tonguing her ass, but still giving her the three-finger fuck.

"You'll come when I tell you," I told her.

"Yes sir," she gasped.

Back to her sweet pussy, I switched around, still rubbing her clit, but sucking and licking her pussy, while my middle finger invaded her ass. Within moments her body was shaking, "Please, please," she gasped, pushing back against me.

I pinched her clit, shaking it, while I slipped a second soaking finger into her butt. "You can come," I told her, once more mouthing her pussy.

She exploded against me, her legs clamping against me, under one arm and over the other. She twisted away from the hand on her clit, shuddering, pulling me with her as she rolled onto her side, forcing her tangy twat against my adoring mouth.

After several long seconds in which I was afraid she might snap my neck, her legs slowly loosened. Then she rolled to her back, cautiously. 

"Oh. My. God." She gasped, staring at me with wide eyes. "I thought my head was going to explode."

I smiled and climbed fully onto the bed, my jaw very sore, but I'm sure not as sore as her ass was.

She reached beside the bed, and pulled out several tissues, which she wiped my face with. Then she was straddling me, raising herself over my cock. She halted just before taking me. "May I?"

"Yes," I told her, "Good girls are rewarded and you've been very good."

She rode me easily back and forth, and I just sat there and enjoyed the sensation, occasionally reaching up to play with her delightful breasts. Her nipples were very hard. "Your nipples react easily, don't they?" I asked her.

She blushed. "Too much, sometimes when I go out I put band-aids over them so they won't stick out too much if we go someplace cold, like a movie theater or restaurant."

"That's a shame, they are so pretty. So perfect for you." I squeezed them firmly, rolling them between my fingers, stretching them out.

Her fucking was delightful, and I'd been hard for a very long time. I was getting close. I let go of her breasts, and leaned back closing my eyes.

"Are you going to come for me," she asked anxiously.

"Soon," I assured her.

"Will you come in me?" She asked raising up and pounding her pussy up and down on my straining staff.

"Yes," I groaned, grabbing her thighs, and pounding out my orgasm into her. 

As I finished, slowly softening, she rolled to my side and cuddled in close. She placed her head on my chest. Little kissed from her lips fluttered across my skin. I held her close under my arm, then reached across the bed and pulled the bedspread over her so she wouldn't chill.

While she laid there, content, I remembered why I'd come there in the first place.

"Let me tell you about this idea I had..."

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Where from here? Will Krista be welcomed into the marriage bed? Will Donna behave? Will Abby continue to expose her seamier side. 

Voting is certainly one way to indicate you'd like to read more, (hint). 



A Blackmail Tale Ch. 09



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Abby takes the bull by the horns, and comes up with a method of paying back Alex, for her short bout of infidelity. Two-for-one, and a new girl is introduced into the mix. This chapter is pretty much just one big play session. Forgive me.

This series starts with A Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They are numbered after that. I suggest they be read in order.

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Chapter 09: A Debt Paid

I got out of there in plenty of time, and headed directly to the gym. I had missed my morning workout, and although I'd had a bit of one already, it didn't really count.

It was after 7:00 when I finally got home. Most of my weekdays were pretty much the same. Get up early, hit the gym. Quick shower there, and if the day looked open enough, stop over at Krista's for at least a quick blow job, more if my morning was open. Then the pursuit of the mighty dollar prevailed, and I hit that hard, until around 4:00. Most people would think me pretty lucky. I could cover 95% percent of my work effort between 10:00 and 4:00, and still have lunch.

After 4:00, I was basically on call for my customers and to deal with west coast business issues, until around 7:00. Two or three days a week, this would take up another couple of hours of my time. 

The early evening, 5:00pm to 9:00pm, was family quality time. Doing some chores around the house, working with my daughter on her homework or piano practice. Maybe going outside and practicing volleyball. We tried to eat dinner together as a family, and three nights out of the week, we'd watch one or two TV shows together. 

After 9:00pm, I'd put my daughter to bed, and spend a couple of hours on my other job, making money on the internet, which in the last four years had gone from making a couple of hundred dollars a month, to almost matching my salary from my "real job". I would sneak in a few minutes throughout the day, checking site performance, comparing ad results, slowly optimizing sites that would generate cash as fully automated as possible. Once it was polished, I'd do it again. Complete sites only needed a few minutes review a week. I had over twenty of them by now, each the results of several months work. Two had been home runs, and generated more than the others combined. It was a numbers game.

We didn't need for Abby to work, but we were paying down all our bills and socking away the cash for a rainy day. If things kept up the way they were going, we'd be able to burn our mortgage in about six more months. We'd be totally debt free.

It worked out pretty well, but the biggest drawback was that there wasn't that much time for just Abby and me. We mostly lived for our daughter, and the rest of the time went our separate ways. During the day we had our different jobs. Then it was family time. After that I went to my office, trying to make a buck, while she watched TV and spent the next three or four hours on the phone with all of her friends.

After 10 years together, it had gotten us in a bit of a rut, and was partially responsible for where I was today. Our sex life slowly ebbed away, until we were lucky to do it two to three times a month. It was always plain vanilla. But I still had this enormous sex drive, which I buried in fantasy.

I didn't spend a lot of time on porn. I was familiar with addictions and didn't need one in my life. But I fantasized about the women around me all the time. There were pretty women everywhere, down at the elementary school, at the gym, at the office, at the grocery store, everywhere I looked.

A few years back I returned from a 6 week assignment in China. Sitting in the airport, I looked around and said to myself, "God, Americans are fat." In China, the fat person was rare, here it was the majority. On average, most of us just don't look that good, and are carrying 30 to 100 lbs of excess fat, or more. I had just lost almost 15 lbs in China from eating things I probably shouldn't have, and I swore I'd never put those pounds on again.

In the Dallas suburbs, however, I found an oasis of beauty and fitness. Not everyone, mind you, but a far greater percentage than most places. Well, excluding Phoenix, Vegas, San Diego, and maybe LA. Abby's friends bucked the trend even more. Of the dozen or so women she networked with on a daily level, all but three were really nice to look at. And her three closest friends, Krista, Donna, and Misty were all complete MILFs. They'd pop in and out frequently, and I'd just have to look, and revise my fantasies each night.

So as I was saying, it was after 7:00 pm when I got home, and was told to fend for myself for dinner if I wasn't going to call. It wasn't as bad as that, Abby had wrapped up my dinner and I reheated it, then sat down on the couch beside my daughter, and listened to her chat about her day.

We watched a show together, and I cleaned up in the kitchen. Abby was MIA. Probably in the back yard chatting on the phone, where she could have a little privacy from the ears of a ten year old, and the sound of her chattering, and the volume of the TV wouldn't be an issue.

Most evenings she would milk a scotch and soda, or a tall glass of wine, while she got caught up on the latest. A couple of times a week, Courtney our neighbor immediately next door would hang out, usually when it was later - maybe after 9:00.

I wandered out back to check on her, and found a gaggle of girls, giggling away. Abby was there, but she'd been joined by Misty, Krista, and Courtney. 

"Now this looks like trouble," I announced with a grin. "I don't think I want to know what this gang is up to."

"We're just waiting until the kids go to bed, so we can get naked in your hot tub again." Misty teased.

"Misty!" Abby exclaimed. "God, don't even joke about it. Do you have any idea how much trouble that caused?"

I started to blush, and looked over to Krista to see what was going on. She seemed to be getting bright red.

"After checking out y'alls goodies, I think I walked bow-legged for two weeks. Hell, probably longer." She laughed. "Hey, what am I thinking. That sounds like a GREAT idea." 

"Can I invite John over," Courtney laughed, "he could REALLY use the inspiration."

"Ok, I'm leaving now," I told them, turning away, "I don't think I want to hear anymore."

"Why don't you come back in an hour or so," Misty told me, "and bring us another of those big bottles of wine you keep under the counter."

Shaking my head, I went back inside. I took my daughter upstairs and put her to bed, telling her she could read for twenty minutes, then it was lights out.

I headed to my office, and worked on writing up all the details of the new plan I wanted to implement with Krista and Donna. It was more complicated than I thought, but I struggled with it for about an hour. I couldn't help thinking about what Misty had said, and wondered if it really was possible for lightning to strike twice.

I headed downstairs, checking on the little one for a moment, and got one of the magnums of wine out, as well as a bottle opener. I didn't open it yet, since it would probably be wasted if I did.

Walking to the back, I could see their heads sticking up out of the hot-tub. "It's about fucking time," Misty told me, holding her glass up for a refill. The action brought her left tit right up to the waterline, setting off my fantasies immediately. It was clear she was at least topless. Looking at the stacks of clothing on the table, several topped with panties and bra, I suspected they were all 'au naturel'.

Courtney was partially hiding behind Abby. "I think that's close enough, Alex," she told me.

Krista laughed, "Oh he's been in here with us before, it's innocent enough, just a little eye-candy."

"Yeah, baby," Misty laughed, standing up in the hot-tub and shaking her upper body, "Show us what you got, Alex."

"You are about to be cut off, wild thing," I warned her.

She sat down sulkily, "Party-pooper."

"John would kill me if he knew we were skinny dipping. First for being naked here. Second, for letting Alex see me, and third, for him missing out on seeing all of you." Courtney lamented.

"Hell, he's been in bed for an hour. What he don't know won't hurt him. Besides, we'll never tell," Abby teased.

"Yeah, it's not like we're taking pictures, or anything," Krista added, with a wink to me.

"Stop just standing there, already, and fill our glasses, Alex. We're building up a thirst here." Misty reminded me.

I opened the bottle and refilled all their glasses.

"Are you going to join us, dear?" Abby asked me with a mischievous smile.

"I don't think Courtney is really ready for that," I told her.

"Court!" Krista exclaimed, and Misty chimed in "Come on Courtney."

"I guess if you guys don't mind..." she said.

With her approval, I set the bottle of wine down beside the spa, and stripped down to my boxers, leaving them on momentarily for the sake of Courtney. I then got in the pool, and removed the wet boxers, tossing them to the side. 

I sat between the Misty and my wife. They asked me how the work was coming, and I told them a little about meeting a friend at the gym. I was halfway through my story, and was enjoying the feeling of my wife's hand on my cock, which was thoroughly hard. Then I felt Misty's hand on my other thigh, sliding up and cupping my balls, before grasping at my cock.

Abby leaned across and whispered to her, "Misty! Be good!"

I think that was the last straw for our neighbor. She blushed mightily, then finished her drink with a gulp. "I think I better go, in case John wakes up." John wasn't likely to wake up. She was just beating a retreat. But I'll give her credit, she was willing to test the waters.

I didn't have the grace to look away as she got out. I even turned to watch her as she walked to the table and dried off. She watched me watch her, and I expected her to object, but I think she was enjoying the attention. She was surrounded by naked beautiful women, but all my attention was on her. She wasn't shy now - she dried herself thoroughly as I watched, letting me see her naked body. She had a nice figure, a little pear-like with wider hips and a narrow torso. She had smallish breast, especially compared to the girls in the spa. She even turned to dry her hair and then pull on her panties, giving me a great view of her ass. I felt Misty scoot up behind me and look over my shoulder. The feeling of her hard nipples poking in my back made my cock ache. 

"Pretty nice, you wondering what it would be like to tap that?" Misty asked.

"Misty, behave," Krista warned her friend.

"What?" she asked, but not before giving me a kiss on the neck and caressing my ass, with the hand hidden from everyone else's view.

Courtney came back to us for a second before leaving. "Stand up," she told me, "fair's fair."

I laughed, "Turn your head girls, if you're easily offended." Then I did as she asked, and stood on the seating ledge, out of the water from my shins up. I was as hard as I get, my erection sticking up at a 45 degree angle. 

"Damn. I see why she's bowlegged," Courtney said with a grin. Then she turned and left, "Y'all are just a bit too wild for me," she told us.

"I doubt that," Abby told her. Then she directed her words to me, "Get back in the water, show-off."

I did, and she got quiet for a second. We all did. It was quiet outside, and remarkably peaceful. The backyard was very private, and we could hear when Courtney's garage door opened, then closed to let her in the back way. 

Abby seemed to have a plan. She got up, and took Misty by the hand. She stood her in front of me, just a little to one side, exposed from the waist up. Then she led Krista in front of me, also standing, to the other side. She slid behind them and urged them forward, so their legs were brushing against mine, and those delightful orbs I fantasized about where easily in reach.

"So what do you think?" she asked me. "Would this make us even?"

"Even?" I asked, dumbfounded. 

"I owe you two. Misty has heard the story, or at least most of it. Krista of course knows it intimately. I know you want them, and have for a long time. Hell, you've been saying Krista's name in your sleep for a while. They're gorgeous. So I'm thinking we can play a little tonight, and then we'll work out a way for you to give each of them your full-attention for a while."

Misty leaned in and put a knee next to me. Her legs straddled my left leg. She leaned forward so her breast was only an inch away from my face. "Say yes, stupid."

I looked at Krista and she smiled and took up a similar position. "You heard the girl."

"Yes, stupid," I said with big shit-eating grin, and enjoyed the feeling of having my face buried in two different boobs. Misty was the quicker, so it was her nipple I was nibbling.

"Here's the rules," Abby said so we could all hear them, once the girls pulled away enough for me to breathe. I was enjoying holding both of my new toys' asses. "Anything goes, as far as I'm concerned, as long as at least some part of your body is in the spa. The girls may have their own limits. Once we leave, it's over for now. What happens in the spa, stays in the spa. Promise?" She asked.

The answering chorus affirmed that wildness was about to happen.

"Misty," Abby said, directing her attention to the undeniably wildest of this wild bunch, "Krista and I are going to go over there, and give you fifteen minutes. You won't have privacy, but we won't interfere. The only rule is you can't make him come." Abby said, then she and Krista took their glasses and sat at the nearby table. They turned their chairs so they could have a clear view.

"I'm yours, Cowboy, what do you want to do?" Misty asked me with a smile. "I know you've already got this planned out in your mind. How many thousands of times have you fucked me already in your dreams?"

"Too many to tell," I told her taking her in my arms and kissing her deeply. She settled into my lap and we made out like teenagers while I played with her tits and pussy, and she stroked my cock. She regaled me with fantasies of her own, and the ways her body could be put to use.

Time was a wasting. "Will you suck me?" I asked her.

"Right to the root. I'll make your toes curl." She told me eagerly. She was good to her word. She had me sit on the edge of the hot-tub, legs splayed wide, and she went down on me like a pro. Someone had taught her tricks I had never even imagined. She could deep-throat me with ease, pressing her nose right against my pubes. After a couple of minutes of curling my toes, she pulled away. "Adequate?" she asked.

"Mind-blowing," I honestly told her.

"Good, but I don't want you to come, yet. What else can I do for you?"

"Can I return the favor?" I asked her.

"Alex, anything you want to do to me, that you're willing to do in front of those two, is alright by me. No opening off limits, no permission required," she said with a smile, taking a seat on the edge of the spa, and opening wide. Just before my mouth made contact we got a time check. "Eight minutes left."

I nuzzled her pretty little slice. She had a light bikini shave, with no hair below her clit hood. I opened her and licked her, tasting and teasing for just a couple of minutes. Then I pulled away.

"I'd love to do more, but I have to fuck you," I told her.

"How?" she asked.

I lifted her bodily, placed her on my cock. Her arms were around my neck and my arms were under her legs holding her weight up. Misty was the smallest of all the girls, only about 5' even and well under a hundred pounds. It was like tossing around a rag-doll. She always looked off balance, with such huge tits, on such a petite woman. It took a few seconds, but I finally found the hole and she settled down onto my shaft. Once I had her full, and I took her word at that, I settled into the water, holding her in my lap.

"It's gonna be hard to give me a thorough fucking like this," she teased, then kissed me deeply.

"I just wanted to be inside of you. I just wanted to feel what it was like." I told her.

"So do I pass your test?" she asked, giving her crotch a good grind against mine. "Wait! Before you answer." She lifted her breasts to my face, feeding me both her hard nipples. The breasts might be enhanced, but the sentiments behind them were genuine.

"Magna cum laude," I told her, lifting her up and down on my cock, just a bit. I was in heaven.

She leaned in and whispered, "I've dreamed about this too. If you want, it doesn't have to be a one time thing."

Her words were almost enough to have me come.

"Time!" Abby announced, and a reluctant Misty left me, while an eager Krista approached the pool.

"That's a hard challenge to beat," she said, dropping her towel at the edge, climbing into my lap and kissing me. She leaned in close, whispering, "They still think I don't do anything but straight sex. No sucking and definitely no ass play," she warned me.

I spent several minutes enjoying her body, which even after the hardy use I had of it lately, turned me on immensely. Her natural tits still trumped Misty's artificial but larger fun bags. I spread out her towel, laid her down on the side of the spa, with just one foot and one hand still in the water. Then I explored every inch of her body. I feasted on her breasts, and between her legs, but made sure to spread my attention all over. Afterwards I laid down myself and asked her to do the same. She went through the motions, but when she neared my cock, stroking me for the fans, they urged her on. "C'mon, Krista, lick it, it won't bite," Misty shouted. "Just give him a taste," Abby encouraged, after "shushing" Misty. 

Krista let them talk her into it and finally gave me a couple of licks, then took me in her mouth. She made a big deal out of it, barely holding me there while she stroked me, but the others cheered her for the effort. They were being a little quieter now, not wanting to alert the neighbors to everything we were doing. I noticed there chairs which were originally about 10 feet away, had approached to about half that distance. They were getting quite a show.

I stood with three minutes left, and laid her back down on the edge. I had her place one hand in the water, then I bent her legs back almost to her chest, and I entered her. My back was to Abby and Krista, and they must have had a pretty good view of me fucking their best friend. I kept one foot in the pool and awkwardly had my other foot beside her. I was able to go deep, and she moaned magnificently for the audience.

"Oh my God, he's so fucking big," she gasped. I turned and the other two girls were beside us. 

"I didn't think you'd go quite this far, this fast," Abby confessed, looking a little nervous.

I laughed, almost popping out of the pussy I was porking. "You tell me I can have 15 minutes to do anything I want, short of coming, with two walking erotic fantasies, and you're surprised I'm screwing them? Do you want me to stop?" I asked her, wondering if it had gone past her comfort level.

"Don't stop," Abby told me, "Fuck the little tease until she comes." 

With a knowing smile, I fucked away at her, using every inch of my long, fat cock to stretch her out, while Abby got a little revenge. She squeezed Krista's tits, pulling on her nipples, tugging away. "Who's the slut now, Krista?" she asked.

"I am, I'm his slut," she gasped while I fucked her with long hard strokes.

Then Abby bent down and sucked on Krista's nipple. "Ohhh," Krista moaned.

"Tell me your a slut for his big cock," Krista urged her, still teasing those big sensitive titties.

"I'm a slut for his cock, his big fat tasty cock," she moaned.

Krista reached behind her and pushed me away, holding me just out of reach. She reached her hand around the head of my clock, squeezing it, stopping me from sliding back into our pretty little blonde friend. "Beg for it, you dirty little slut. Beg me for my husband's thick cock. Beg me to let him fuck you," Krista growled.




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 09



"Oh, God, please Krista," she moaned in frustration.

"Say it or I'll let Misty have him," Krista warned.

"Please, please let him fuck me. Make him stick that hard dick way up inside me again, please, I'm begging." Krista begged her, convincingly.

Krista seemed happy enough with that, and she slid her hand up my shaft, and pulled my cock back into Krista's eager slit. As soon as she let go, I was at it again, fucking her, slowly picking up the pace.

Misty was behind me, "I'm so jealous," she told me, "that should be me." She was stroking my ass and rubbing my cock. "Bend her legs forward some more and get more up on her," she told me, "I'm going to diddle her ass."

I did as she asked, and heard the immediate response, "Noooo!" she moaned. "Misty!"

"Just enjoy it, slut" Misty teased. 

All the attention put Krista over the top quickly. Not only was I fucking her hard, and Abby was nibbling her chest, but Misty was finger fucking her tight little butt. On top of that, both Abby and Misty were trying to wiggle their hands in and work over Krista's clit at the same time. 

She came like fireworks, and I quickly pulled out. "I have to stop or I'll cum," I explained, panting. 

"Cum in the tart, your next one can be for Misty. You'll last longer on that one, anyway." Abby told me.

Misty had wasted no time, and as soon as I had pulled out, she was sliding around me and had already laid claim to my suddenly exposed member with her infinitely talented mouth, keeping me right on that edge. It was with regret that I pushed her away and settled back into Krista. Not that I didn't want to fuck Krista, mind you, but the first time in anyone is kind of special, and I wanted to see Misty swallow my seed.

Nonetheless, I reentered my dear sex slave Krista, and fucked her to another series of climaxes, until Krista had to cover the girl's mouth with her hand, to stop her from screaming. "Use your mouth," I told my wife, who looked at me in shock, then obediently did, kissing Krista deeply, as I came deep inside her. 

The willingness that Misty and Abby showed, for playing with Krista's body was at least as exciting as the whole scene of having beautiful naked women available for me. I stood there in awe, my hips thrusting, squeezing out every bit of cum into the pretty, pliable Krista.

When I left Krista gasping, trembling from her multiple orgasms, I looked to retreat to the spa for a second and get my breath. I slid into the water. breathing heavy. "You're not done already, are you?" Misty asked. 

"No, just recovering a bit." I told her pulling her close and hugging her, tasting those huge distracting tits again. The truth was, I was feeling drained. It had been a very busy day. But I surely didn't want this wonderful opportunity to end yet.

"Oh, I think I can help with that." Then she was dragging me back to the side of the spa, and doing her best to swallow my cock, whole. Abby was soon helping her, and I got to watch my darling wife, and her sexy diminutive friend, deliver a memorable dual blow-job. 

Krista slowly recovered, and came to me. She kissed me deeply. "God, I can't believe what we just did," she said. "And you two are the worst! You just couldn't let things be," she grouched at her friends.

"You know you liked it," Misty teased, while letting Abby have sole control over my newly rising erection.

"At least I'm not the only slut for his cock," Krista teased back.

"Oh, I admit it." Misty answered, taking my cock in her hand and poising her mouth over it. "I'd be a willing slave to such a," she swallowed me to the root and pulled off quickly, "hard," she took me again, all the way, "thick," and again, "long", again, "juicy" ... "cock."

Krista slipped into the spa, leaving Misty in the middle, and now I had three faces fighting over my pole. 

"Next time he's fucking you, I'm going to find something big and long to stick up your butt," Krista threatened.

Misty laughed. "I guess we all know that wouldn't be Rich."

"Oh! You bitch!" Krista snapped, and she reached out from behind Misty and grabbed both her tits, squeezing the nipples hard.

Misty gasped, then blinked hard, "God, Krista, you're getting me wet." Krista pulled her hands off almost in shock. Then Misty turned around to face her, took Krista's hand in her own, and placed them back on her tits. "Squeeze them, slut," she told her best friend.

Krista looked on her friend, and then squeezed. Misty moaned for her. Krista grabbed the hard little nubs between her fingers and pulled, hard, and Misty moaned louder. My cock was hard enough to drive nails when Krista leaned over, her mouth just beyond the nipple while her hand squeezed the whole breast. "Beg me for it, slut," Krista told her, with no sound of humor in her voice.

"God, just do it Krista," Misty said. 

"Beg me, you little cock slut, you dirty little whore" Krista said, flicking her tongue out and connecting for just a second with the swelling nipple.

"Ahh, suck them," Misty groaned out and pulled Krista's face against her breast.

Krista seemed to swallow half of Misty's huge tit, her mouth wide.

It looked so wild but I wanted to play. I convinced Krista to relinquish her hold for a moment, and then I stood Misty up on the seat ledge, her body completely exposed. I moved behind her, bent her over at the waist, and entered her again. Sinking myself to the root in her warmth, I looked her over from behind. Misty was cute as a button, but her butt was her weakest feature. She had almost no curves there, unlike the three other women I'd been plowing lately. She was so thin, and so small, that if not for the huge tits glued to her front, she'd have passed for a middle schooler, even though I knew she was somewhere in her early thirties. 

Holding her firmly by the waist, keeping my crotch pressed up into hers, I lowered us both back into the water, nuts deep in the little hellion. I leaned back while she faced away from me, my ass on the edge of the seat, my neck against the spa side. She settled in, with a nice wiggle.

Abby and Krista let me work my machinations in peace. When I reached around Misty and pulled her back against me, squeezing those full mounds, and told them to make her come on my cock, they attacked the vixen with a vengeance. They worked over her breasts, far rougher than I would have been able to. They had their hands between her legs and I could feel them rubbing her and playing with her. Stray fingers squeezed past my cock into her tightly filled pussy. They took turns feeding their breasts to her, and then Abby stood over her, straddling her body, and lowered her twat to Misty's mouth, putting an end to the stream of moans and profanity that had been escaping her.

It was so far beyond anything I'd expected is was surreal. Krista was still being bad, I could feel her hands down where I was buried in the tiny Misty. She was wedging two fingers into Misty's already thoroughly filled pussy, her fingers rubbing against the head of my cock, inside of Misty. It was unbelievable.

It was a long time that Abby stood there, putting Misty's naughty mouth to good use. I watched Abby tremble, and then she stepped away, telling Krista, "Your turn, come all over the little cock whore's face."

Krista had left any role of inexperienced little church mouse far behind. She took Abby's place, and pulled Misty's face into her bare twat. "Lick it, bitch," she groaned, and from all of three or four inches away, I watched the horny little Misty suckle at Krista's dripping pussy like a newborn baby eager for a meal.

Abby's hands joined mine, teasing and toying with Misty's tits. She was much more active, and seemed to be able to elicit moans on demand from the target of our passion play.

I don't know how many times Misty came on my cock, more than I would have thought possible. I whispered to her constantly, how good she felt, how she was built to take cock. How her mouth was a wonder for all the sexes. My hands never stopped touching her all over, playing with her, enjoying her. I wasn't able to get much leverage fucking her, so I just had to sit completely sheathed, while she worked her muscles on me, and I tried to do the same, flexing hard, forcing my cock to swell within her, working the PC muscle to get just a little more action in. Each of her orgasms worked a wonder of its own, the tightening, clenching of her tight twat around my rod, the spasming, not only felt incredible, but the knowledge of WHY it felt so good was just wonderful.

When the girls finally left Misty alone, she was all but used up. She lay collapsed against me. I picked up her buoyant body, and slowly fucked myself with her. I'd lift her up, and then pull her down, hard, while thrusting upward. The water was making things a little difficult, but I was still enjoying it immensely. I desperately wanted to come in her, but it wasn't going to happen in that position. I finally stood her up, leaned her over the edge of the spa, hanging out over the pool, and entered her from behind again. Now I had a good position and leverage, and I was able to fuck her thoroughly, before finally reaching the release I'd looked for. 

The ornery girls, Abby and Krista, were just sitting back in the spa, watching Misty get hers. I'm not sure why they enjoyed taunting Misty so much but they were absolutely merciless. When I finished with her, she just remained there, leaning over the edge, her swollen, cum-filled and much used pussy like a bulls-eye.

Abby and Krista sat side by side, and I realized they had their hands in each others laps, just playing away. I had thought my wife was some kind of boring lover, and now I found she might be even more of a freak than me. 

Abby was against the wall, so I sat next to Krista, reaching out and playing with a breast just for fun.

"God, I wish I didn't have to go home," Krista bemoaned. 

Misty showed the first sign of life, "Shit, no kidding," she sighed, slowly rolling over and stretching out on the side of the spa, arms and legs akimbo. "I don't EVER remember feeling anything like that," she said. "Man, I feel like a used up porn star. My jaws ache, my tongue is raw, and my pussy feels like I've had a baseball bat shoved up me for a few hours. My nipples are so sensitive I'm afraid to even put on a shirt."

Abby got up and stood beside her. "Listen Misty, I don't want you fucking him behind my back. We'll work out something for one of these days I'm off, and give him his second play date, like I said. But only when I say, Ok?" She was gently caressing Misty's body, and her hand slowly traveled up and around her tit. By the end of her statement she had her fingers wrapped around a super-sensitized nipple, and she squeezed.

"Shit, oh shit," Misty gasped, her hands reaching up to her chest. "I understand. Anyway, I'm thinking it might be more fun to play with him when you're there, then with just him alone." She gasped.

Abby released the pressure, and then leaned over and kissed the poor abused nub. "You bet your ass it will be."

"No warning for Krista?" Misty asked, accusingly. 

"I trust her to play by the rules," Abby said. "She's not the cock-slut that you are."

"Yes, I am," Krista interrupted, annoyed. "I can be just as big a cock-slut as her!" 

"Ok, ok," Abby acceded, holding her hands up. "My best friends are all cock-sluts for my husbands meat."

"Not Donna," Misty teased, with a laugh.

"Like that would ever happen," Abby laughed, joined by Krista. 

I watched the girls get dressed slowly, and depart for home. I managed to get a nice kiss from each one as they slipped out the door. Poor, worn out Misty still managed to reach down and give my worn out cock a squeeze.

I took my wife by the waist and lead her back into the house. "That was quite a nice unexpected offer," I told her.

"Purely selfish." She told me.

"You got a thing for them?" I asked, curious.

"No, you ninny! Let me ask you a question." 

"Shoot."

"Do you know anybody who would let their husband fuck their best friends, especially friends that look like those two?" She asked me, sitting down on the bed.

"Are you kidding? Of course not."

"Do you understand now, that there is nothing, sexually, I won't do for you? Tie me up. Fuck me hard. Fill every hole. Share me. Use me on demand. I can be your #1 cock slut, and the queen of your harem." She told me. Then she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, sucking me for just a moment.

"I understand," I said, and I was starting to.

"I'm also the mother of your only child, who you are utterly devoted to." She added.

"Yes, you are." I said.

"Knowing all that, and knowing I can continue to bring those girls to your bed, and more if you tire of them, is there any chance at all you would ever leave me, even if I did do something stupid like I did the other night?" Her hand was playing with me, slowly bringing me back to life, which I honestly didn't think was possible.

"Never," I told her.

"Exactly. You may own me now, but I own you." She gave me a push back into the bed. "Now lay down, relax, and enjoy remembering in detail all the wild things you just were a part of, and I'll suck you to sleep, my stallion." And she slipped under the covers, and gave me the sweetest, easiest blow-job, just pure pleasure, without and pressure to complete the act. 

"So are you now my cock-slut too?" I asked her lazily.

She pulled away for a second. "Silly boy, I've always been your cock-slut. I just don't think we ever let each other know it until recently."

She went back to sucking me to sleep. It was nice. I could get used to something like that.

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I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. I know it's not likely, what with me having the lovely Misty, Krista and Abby helping at this end. Still, if you did enjoy it, please vote.



A Blackmail Tale Ch. 10



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The Hot-tub was fun, but it's time for Abby to help Alex break in Krista with some serious play time. That's all there is to this chapter. If you're looking for something other than hot, steamy sex between a married couple and a beautiful best friend they've invited into their bed, then you may want to skip ahead. :-)

A Bit of Blackmail, A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy are the first 3 chapters in this saga. They are numbered after that. Enjoy.

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Chapter 10: Basic Training

"Up and at 'em, lazybones," I heard through the mist of my morning daze. 

I stretched languidly, then opened my eyes. My lovely bride of 12 years was tugging on the covers, "C'mon, I want to make the bed."

I reached for her wrist, and tried to tug her into the bed.

"Oh no you don't! If I get in there, we'll waste half the morning, and we've both got things that have to get done." She laughed, pounding me with one of the throw pillows, "Your shower is running; now get out of there."

I stumbled to the bathroom, my half-grown morning wood in hand, looking to empty an overfilled bladder. "God, I'm sore," I moaned, the meat in my hand feeling like it had been through the wringer. 

"Serves you right, screwing those nasty little sluts, and leaving your poor wife to fend for herself," she called back from the bedroom. 

I wasn't going to say a word. Any response would only get me in hot water. And the only hot water I wanted was coming out of the shower-head.

I cleaned up, and looked for Abby. Found her in the kitchen, getting ready to head out the door. "I'm going shopping; the cupboards are bare. Then I'm going to hit the gym. You should try to see if you can get your day cleared for this afternoon," she mentioned, casually.

"This afternoon?" I answered, curious.

"I'm meeting Krista for a late lunch. If she's up to it, I might bring her back for dessert."

With the incentive I had been given, I hurried to my home office. I tore into my workload like a madman, intent on completing the entire day's work before 1 p.m.

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Somewhere around two o'clock I heard the door open downstairs and the silver lilt of laughter rising up. I couldn't help but smile. I hadn't quite finished everything, but I was done for the day. I set my e-mail to an away message. I changed my phone answering message as well. Then I shut down the system, and headed downstairs

I was sporting an erection before I made it to the bottom step.

"All caught up, dear?" My dear wife Abby asked.

"Your timing is perfect, I just closed everything up."

"Great! Then what do you say we take this pretty girl Krista back into our bedroom and see if we can't think of someway to pass the time?" she replied with a wicked smile.

Krista looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her eyes were as big as saucers. I was almost as surprised. I figured we all knew where this was headed, but to have it put so bluntly was a little out of character for Abby, and I think it was a wake up call for Krista and me. Abby and I stripped the surprised little blonde naked within seconds. I picked her up in my arms and carried her back to the bedroom, while Abby rushed ahead of me, and pulled down the sheets. 

There were no preliminaries this time. I just threw her down, spread her legs, and fucked her hard. At my wife's urging, I rolled over, pulling her atop me. With her sweet little butt exposed, Abby retrieved some toys from the bed stand, and went to work. 

"Abby! What are you doing?" Krista asked - as if she didn't know.

My wife was lubing up her ass, and was using a small vibrator to open her up a bit. Krista looked me in the eye and smiled, then I saw her eyes go wide for a second and she held still moaning.

"That's a good start," Abby said. It's an inch and a half across. You get used to that one, and we can give you the two incher.

"God, it feels weird," Krista told her, "it feels like I have to go to the bathroom."

"You'll get used to it," Abby told her, wandering off to the bathroom. "Now that we're working on one of your hang-ups, let's start on another."

"What hang up?" Krista asked warily.

"First is your anal reticence, second is your oral inexperience." Abby answered, returning with a moist facecloth. She went behind Krista, and checked on her work. Content with that, she encouraged my partner to get up. Krista sat back gingerly, already glowing.

I started to get up, but Abby, pushed me back down, allowing me to prop a couple of pillows behind my head. I looked down to where she was using the washcloth to clean me up.

"Before you leave here today, you're going to learn to suck cock like you mean it, and not that crap you pulled last night." Abby told the observant Krista.

Krista stayed quiet.

"So, we're going to play a little game. We're going to play "Do-as-I-do". I don't think I need to explain the directions, do I?" Abby asked her best friend.

Krista just shook her head no. 

Abby stretched out across the bed at an angle. Her breasts were resting on my thigh, and she was perched with easy access to everything. "Get comfy," she told the pretty MILF, "we're going to be here a while."

Krista obediently snuggled in, taking up a position the mirror image of Abby's. I was already so hard it hurt, just looking at those two faces down by my throbbing cock.

Abby gave me a little kiss on the thigh, a couple of inches away from my cock, and Krista followed suit. Another kiss a little closer, with Krista copying her every move, then a flick of the tongue, just barely touching me. 

Suddenly she stopped. "There's something here I've just got to take care of." After a burst of activity, a bunch of running around, and the strategic placement of several towels and a bowl of hot water, Abby was back between my legs, this time with scissors and a razor in hand. I'd be lying if I didn't confess to being just a little nervous.

She started in, then paused again, and passed the scissors to Krista, "I think I'll let you have the honors here," Abby told her.

Krista took the tool in hand, and carefully sheared me of most of my pubic hair. Abby helped, holding my erection out of the way, using a small comb to clear out most of the stray hairs, and occasionally wiping me down. After just a couple of minutes I already looked kind of weird, with this little short fuzz all around my cock.

"That's a good start," Abby said, "don't you think?" 

"Much better already," Krista replied. 

The girls ganged up on me some more, taking my Edge shaving gel, and working up a lather, a little bit at a time. They worked their way slowly from the outside in, shaving me completely bare. They worked top down, and once they were parallel with my cock, they carefully shaved from the outside in. I had to spread my legs wide for them, and I tensed up quite a bit, getting teased for it, when they lifted my swollen balls, and shaved them as well. Handling my cock like a tree branch that was in the way, they pushed and pulled and leaned it from once side to the other, as their razor slowly started around the base and worked it's way up. 

It had taken a while, but they finally leaned back and looked upon their handiwork with a smile. "That's better," Abby said. 

"He looks even bigger," Krista whispered. 

"Yeah, isn't it nice?"

I thought it was time to get back to lessons, but it showed how little I knew. That was just the first pass. They lathered me up again, shaving me easier this time with a new blade. I reached down and felt that I was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Then Abby washed me down, and applied some lotion. I was worried for a second she was going to give me a dose of after-shave down there.

Abby leaned over and rubbed her face against my cock. "Oh, that's soooo nice," she moaned.

She moved out of the way. Krista copied her actions, and smiled. "It makes me want to suck him," she said softly.

The girls left me there, and cleaned up after their activities. I heard them whispering to each other, giggling again, then they were standing at the foot of the bed, dressing. "We have an errand we have to run," Abby explained.

"Now?!" I cried, looking down at my aching hard-on.

"Aww, poor baby," Abby said. "Tell you what," she held out her hand to Krista, stopping her with just her panties on. "Promise me you'll be quick about it, and you can use up that one on our little friend here."

"Hey," Krista yelped, "don't I get a say in any of this?" 

"Nope. You understood, once you entered this bedroom, I get to decide what you will and won't do with my husband. Didn't we agree?"

"Ok," she said with just a bit of a pout, "but someday I'm going to get my turn." 

"Yes you will, and I'm looking forward to it." Abby laughed.

A few moments later I had Krista on her knees in front of me, and I was plowing her sweet little twat for all I was worth. I could now see the butt plug that Abby had used on her, and I got a little fun out of playing with it, tugging it until it was almost out, then easing it back in. She moaned delightfully. A couple of times I pulled it too far, and had to slow down and cram it back up inside her, but that wasn't such an awful chore. Abby helped me lube it up the second time, and it eased in like butter. Making progress.

I fucked her hard and fast, and combined with playing with her butt toy, and Abby's hands urging me on, I manage to squeeze one off in just a couple of minutes, feeling bad that I hadn't gotten Krista off.

"Oh, don't worry, she'll get hers," Abby assured me. The girls got dressed, and headed out the door, while I fell back, well pleased with myself, and napped.

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The rumble of voices woke me up, and I peaked down to see the top of the girls' heads above the chest at the foot of the bed. Abby had taken the spare blankets and pillows out of the chest, and they were tossed to the side.

I scooted up on the bed to get a better view, and caught their attention. Abby looked at me from around the end of the lid. "Oops, didn't mean to wake you up yet. I actually had a fun idea for that," she told me.

"You looked so cute there, your wee-wee so innocent and harmless," Krista teased.

"My 'wee-wee'?"

They both giggled. "Just hold your horses a sec," Abby told me, "and we'll be right with you, ok?"

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," I told her, "except maybe to take a leak."

"Why don't you take a shower? We'll be a few minutes longer," Abby suggested.

I didn't mind feeling fresh and clean for whatever they had in mind, so I started up the shower, took my leak, and stepped under the water to freshen up. I wasn't overly surprised when Krista joined me a minute later.

We have one of those high tech open showers, huge, with a single large translucent glass wall opposite the shower heads. Short L-shaped sides do a remarkably good job of stopping the water from getting all over the bathroom. There was a bench along the one solid wall, with recessed openings for storage. It had two overhead spray heads, and six wall-mounted spray heads. One simple controller on the wall, allowed you to select from about a dozen standard configurations. If you hadn't figured it out by now, I'm a tech-head, and loved all the devices I had access to through my business. I worked with hundreds of high-tech companies, and was often able to finagle some of the newest wares. 

"No funny business," she said, "I need to clean up as well." 

"I'll be happy to scrub you down," I told her letting my hands wander already.

"Alex, if you don't mind," she said almost hesitantly, "I'd like just a little privacy in a second."

"Privacy? Like there's any part of you that I'm not intimately aware of, or soon will be?" I asked almost laughing.

"Please, even now, it's really hard for me," she said blushing.

I was still wondering what she was talking about, when Abby entered the shower, which no longer seemed as huge as it used to. She was holding what looked like a large hot water bottle in her hand, with a long tube attached. Suddenly Krista wasn't the only one blushing. I thought I was a man of the world, but this was new to me.

Abby smirked, "You gonna help us? Maybe join us?" 

"Uh, I think I'll wait in the bedroom," I said, sliding out and drying off.

Looking back, I could see what looked like Krista laying down on the bench with Abby huddled over her. I had mixed feelings. I was curious, but also a little squeamish. I let Krista's preference for privacy guide me, and left them alone. How did my darling wife know all about this stuff? Who was this wild woman?.

It took several, long, rife with anticipation, minutes for them to show up again, wrapped in robes, which seemed such a shame.

Abby quickly looked at the chest at the foot of the bed. "You didn't get into anything while we were busy, did you?"

"No," I told her patiently, "I've just been waiting for you two lovely ladies."

"Good things come to he who waits," Krista said with a smile.

"Good boys come, too," Abby laughed.

She bounced across the bed, and pulled out a bag from the day's shopping adventure. "Play things for today," she said with a smile. Then she was shedding her robe. "Krista?" She asked her friend with a smile, nodding toward the bed.

Krista slipped her robe off, and climbed into the center of the bed.

"Why don't you two warm up," Abby told us, "while I get a couple of things ready." I could hear her tearing at packaging, and her request was good enough for me.

I took the lovely, naked Krista in my arms and pulled her close. I felt her soft body pressed the length of mine. I kissed her softly, then nuzzled her neck, nibbled her ear. "Are we going to have some fun?" I asked her teasing.

"Your wife is a mad woman," she said. "But I think we're both going to enjoy this."

Then my lips were on hers, and I was kissing her for all I was worth. That kiss lasted an eternity, and I only stopped when Abby pulled me off of her.

"Wow! Looks like you're up for some action," she teased.

Then she was guiding Krista onto her stomach. "I'll give you the honors," Abby said to me, then she passed me a mahogany box. I placed the box on Krista's rear, using her as a table. It was like a wooden version of those boxes that a dozen long-stem roses come in. Engraved in the lid was the word, "Connoisseur." I opened the box, and the lid, which was about 2 inches deep, opened 180 degrees, the whole product lying flat, covering her butt and the small of her back.

"Damn," was all I could say. The bottom of the box contained 10 devices for anal play, each in it's own fitted compartment, and labeled with a small brass-plated plaque. They ranged from a slender anal probe, through a series of ever larger standard butt plugs, to some really unusual designs. One was clear glass, and one was mostly chrome, with a short rubber shaft attaching the plug to the base. Another had batteries next to it.

The top had several more items, a series of clear balls on a string, in three separate sizes. There were two rods, labeled 7" and 9" with a series of jelly bulbs every two inches or so. Finally there was a largish butt-plug with what looked liked a pony tail attached. 

I selected the second in the "anal trainer" series, and showed it to Abby who nodded her approval. Then she passed me a pump bottle labeled Liquid Silk. I pumped a dollop of lube into my hand, and started playing with Krista's forbidden back entrance, while Abby put away the toy box. I shuddered to think how much money she had probably spent today.

"Be gentle there," Abby warned, "it's already seen more action than usual."

I was being gentle, and heard no complaints from Krista as I slowly opened her up, taking a couple of minutes to get one lubed finger, then two, inside of her. That seemed enough to try for the plug, and after smearing the thick lube onto the 1.5" plug, I was surprised how easily it slid into her. Then I massaged her ass cheeks, and watched it settle into place. The base was almost diamond shaped, the long ways lining up with her ass crevice. With the butt plug firmly in place, I tugged at it a little to see how easily it would come out. It was in there to stay, unless you really wanted it out.

Krista rolled onto her side, and smiled at me. "I never thought that could be so wild and sexy, but it was great." Then she turned to Abby, "And you're right, I'm a lot less self-conscious now. Your turn?"

"We'll save me for another time," she said. "I think it's time to play with Alex."

Sweeter words I never heard.

I adjusted my position in the bed, still stretched out, but with a couple of pillows behind my head so I could see a little of what was going on. Krista retrieved a bunch of small colored bottles and held them out to Abby. "Which?"

"You choose; anything but mint's alright by me."

"Aww, I like mint," Krista groused.

"Then use that when you're on your own, for now, choose cherry or raspberry." 

Krista selected one, and then when she squirted a little on the head of my cock, I could see the bottle label - "Good Head." That boded well.

The stuff was pretty thick, and she slowly rubbed it all over my cock, then bent over and tasted it. "Mmmmm, nice!" she exclaimed.

Abby wasn't about to be left out. She gave me a small lick as well. "Oh! She was right, this isn't bad at all."

That was the beginning of the most prolonged blow-job of my life. Those two women licked and sucked and stroked me endlessly. Throughout the whole procedure, they continued to play the game of Do-as-I-do, with Krista matching every action of Abby's. I noticed Krista was still sticking to the blow-job novice act, as she gagged occasionally, sometimes hesitated, and often looked clumsier than I knew she was.

They moved around trying different positions, seeing how far they could take me without gagging, making almost a game of it. Through trial and error, they found that by laying almost in 69, their asses beside my head, their faces at my crotch, they could take me deeper than ever before. Coincidentally, it gave me pretty good access to the space between their legs. I let my hands wander.

"I think it feels just a little bit numb in the back of my throat," Abby said at one point.

"Put a little more lube just on the head, and see what happens." Krista suggested.

"Cherry this time?" 

"Ok, by me," Krista agreed.

Abby squeezed out a little more lube and rubbed it on my cock head, then slowly pushed her face onto my cock. It was wild to watch. She was laying beside me, with her feet pressed against the headboard. Looking back I could see her pushing with her toes, and shoving her whole body downward. She managed to take me a ways into her throat after a few tries. She proceeded very slowly, and then she carefully rocked back and forth, fucking the opening of her throat with my cock.

"Wow, I can definitely feel the difference with that stuff. I only get a little tickle pulling it out, and it goes in real easy." Abby told her partner in crime. "Your turn."

Krista added a few more drops, rubbing them over the head, and took my cock deep. I felt her rubbing the head all around the back of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat, before she did similarly, easing me into her throat.

Abby encouraged her, and when Krista slid my cock out of her mouth, she said, "Look at us, we're halfway there. With a little practice I bet we can take the whole thing." 

Krista looked concerned. "I don't know, there's still like three inches to go; that's a lot of cock to swallow."

"I almost wish Misty was here, I couldn't believe how easily she took him," Abby said, stroking my cock while they talked.

"Fuck her," Krista said almost angrily, "I don't want her here - if she's in bed with us, I can't help wondering if we're screwing half of Plano. God only knows who she's been with." 




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 10



"You really think she does that behind Paul's back?" Abby asked, sucking my cock for a few wonderful seconds.

"What do you think?" Krista asked, taking the passed rod, and matching the actions.

"I think she's more talk than action," Abby said. "What do you think, Alex? Would you want her here, now?"

"Nope." I told her honestly, though I barely had any breath to answer. "I have no desire whatsoever to be distracted from you two. As long as you two are here, I say let her go find something else to work on."

Abby smiled at me. "Good answer." Then as a sort of reward, she tried the deep throat thing again, taking almost a full minute of fucking my cock with her throat. I could feel the change as I eased in further. It was still almost agony, she was so slow and deliberate.

As she took it out, gasping, she turned to Krista. "How much left that time?" she asked.

"Not much more than an inch or so," Krista told her, looking a little worried as she lined herself up to try the same.

Abby watched Krista take most of me, then asked, "You're serious about Misty? You really don't want her in here with us?"

I was almost getting dizzy from the sensation. I think there was a little desensitizer in the lube, and I felt hard as a rock. I was enjoying every moment of their play, but felt no compulsion to come.

"It was kind of fun to fuck her brains out last night," I admitted, "but I can think of plenty of other people I'd invite here before her. For one, I don't know if she has the good sense to shut up about the whole thing."

"That's probably true," Abby admitted. She watched Krista, "That's it, baby, you're almost there!"

I felt Krista push, and my cock started to bend a bit. She pulled her face quickly off my cock, coughing and gagging. She turned to the side, saliva dripping from her face, and reached for a moist facecloth lying there and wiped her mouth. "Shit. I thought I almost had him." Krista gasped.

"No need to rush it," I told her, "you've made incredible progress."

"Hell yeah," Abby cried, sitting up and putting her hand up for a high-five. Krista obliged her. "Within a couple of weeks, I bet he'll be fucking our faces."

Every time she said something like that, my cock reacted. This time she noticed. "Oh! I see you like that idea, fucking our faces." She said, saying to Krista, "Did you see how he twitched, and how his cock swelled?"

"Actually, it was the comment 'a couple of weeks' that got me," I confessed. "I thought this might be a one time thing, at first."

"Fuck no," Krista almost shouted, then quieted a bit. "At least, I hope not."

"Now why would I buy all those naughty little toys for her, if I didn't think we'd be using them all, eventually?" Abby asked.

"I just didn't know," I said.

"Are you having fun?"

"Are you kidding? Ask the barometer," I said, nodding to the rod in her hand.

"Me too. More than I ever thought I would. More than I ever dreamed. I think I could get used to sharing you with Krista. I gotta admit, I got a little jealous last night when you were pounding Misty, but when you do anything with this one," she nodded to her friend, "I just can't help but smile."

Krista sat up a bit, placing her hand over Abby's, stroking me with her. She looked at Abby, "That's so sweet, thank you." Then she leaned forward and tentatively kissed my wife on the lips. Abby returned the kiss for a few second, slowly easing back. "God, I could feel my nipples hardening when you did that."

The moment was charged, then Abby leaned forward, "Let's lick him together." 

They both lowered their face to my cock, and slowly started licking every inch of my cock, at the same time. Their tongues collided repeatedly, and then they were fighting over the head, sucking just a little, then sliding away while the other one claimed the purple helmet. I watched, breathing hard, as their lips met surrounding my cock head, then above my cock. They were kissing passionately now. It got wilder. They pulled apart, Abby sucked me deep, then pulled Krista's face down onto my cock, while she nibbled her ear and neck. Krista pulled off, passing my rod back to Abby, and while Abby went down on me, Krista leaned further over my body, kissing Abby's shoulder, stroking her back, running her hand down to her butt.

An hour of cock-sucking hadn't done as much to make me come as the last few minutes had.

Abby moaned while she sucked me, enjoying the attention. Then she pulled off, and turned sideways. She pulled Krista's face up to hers and they kissed again, passionately. Abby turned almost onto her back, and Krista's hands moved to my wife's breast while they kissed.

Abby pulled away. "Finish him," she whispered to her friend, guiding her back to the original object of their attention. "Take him deep."

Krista scooted back to her original position, and looked back at me with a mischievous smile. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" she asked. "Let me feel your come in my mouth?"

I grunted, and nodded vigorously.

She slipped my cock back into her mouth, and worked it back into her throat. While she played with my balls, and swallowed my cock, Abby got up and climbed onto the bed beside Krista. I watched in delight as she rubbed, touched, kissed and licked every part of the woman that was sucking her husband's cock. She started at her neck and shoulders, and when I could see her right next to me, playing with Krista's ass, teasing that butt plug, and then reaching down below it and touching her swollen pink pussy, I groaned in anticipation of my coming release.

"God, I'm going to come," I moaned, thrusting with my hips.

I only then realized she had taken me to the root. "Oh FUCK!" I cried, and she pulled back quickly and stroked my cock as I exploded into her mouth. The extended attention had produced wonders, and I seemed to come endlessly, until she pulled her face off my cock, and the last few streams splattered her face. 

Abby had moved right away and was kneeling between my legs, watching Krista take the deluge. When I was spraying Krista's face, Abby finally got more involved and took my cock in her own mouth, capturing the last little bit. 

Krista coughed and spit up a splash of white. She gasped, "I tried, but it was too much too take. He filled my mouth completely," she said. "I tried."

She was turned so she was perpendicular to me, and I could see her face was a mess. Abby took one of the facecloths, and gently wiped her clean, then cleaned up my lap which was quite a mess as well. "I know," she said softly, "we teased him for too long." Then she was kissing her friend's face, softly kissing her lips, her tongue reaching out and tasting me on her best friend's lips. "That was really incredible for one of your first times." 

"I hate to leave," Krista said, looking over at the clock, "but the kids are home by now, and I really should be going."

"I know. Ours will be here in half-an-hour, after practice," Abby told her. "Next Tuesday we'll start earlier. Lay down now," she told her friend. Then she directed her words to me, "Help her with that thing in her butt."

I reached down, rubbing the beautiful blonde fellatrix's ass, then starting pulling slowly but firmly at the base.

"Oh, that feels odd," she gasped, and I watched in delight as her little ass opening spread, showing more and more of the plug, until it finally opened enough. The rubbery toy eased out quickly then, and her butt slowly closed.

Abby, had a different one ready, this one didn't come from the box. It was red in color, more tapered, but about the same width. "Use this for a while each morning," she told her, passing her the plug, and a bottle of Liquid Silk. Then they hugged for a bit, got up and started getting dressed. 

It's hard to believe how lucky one guy can be. 

Now about Donna...

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 11



Chapter 11 - Just Business

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I come up with an excuse for us to be together, without raising too many eyebrows. The idea is discussed at Krista's while Donna is over to play.

This series starts with A Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They are numbered after that. I suggest they be read in order.

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Thursday morning, once Abby was off to work, I didn't wait long before I headed over to Krista's place. 

She met me at the back door, and was naked before I got her as far as the bedroom. I was pleased to see the red butt-plug was lodged firmly in place, as directed.

"I didn't know if you'd really go ahead with that," I told her as I gave the device a tap while I walked along behind her.

"Seems like a good idea. That wife of yours is gonna break me, and I better be prepared. I figure an hour or two each morning is about right."

Once in the bedroom, I enjoyed having her go down on me as I explained to her my new idea for tying together a few loose strings.

Of the four girlfriends, we had two distinct financial situations. Misty and Paul had a lot of money; Paul was a co-owner of a very successful software consulting business. Abby and I weren't doing bad either, but of course Abby was the only one of her four friends working, and that helped a lot. In our case my salary covered our bills pretty easily; her $46K a year was gravy, and the money I'd been making online for the last few years was approaching the $100K mark. This had been a big year, the previous year I'd only made about $42K; I'd more than doubled my online earnings in the last 9 months. 

On the other hand Rich worked in real-estate, and lived a life of feast or famine. It had been famine for quite a while, and they were watching their pennies. Krista was even talking about taking up day care, as she had when they were younger. The last thing I wanted was to have to compete with a bunch of rug-rats for her time.

Dave, Donna's husband, made decent money, but they were one of those families that lived paycheck to paycheck, in spite of how much he earned. She had been vocal about her concerns of having to reel in the spending and live on a budget when they had kids. Dave was in middle management down at EDS, and didn't really have a big upside on his salary. The company had been in decline for the past few years, and he seemed to be hanging on by the skin of his teeth.

My idea was simple enough. My online business was pretty straightforward. I had a working model, and just duplicating my system slowly increased my income. It had taken me three years to get to this point, and countless late night hours, but it was finally paying off. If I could teach a couple of assistants to manage the existing sites, the advertising, and the return, which had to be monitored pretty carefully, I could create more sites, bringing in more income. Maybe I could even teach them the analysis and research required before I built a new site.

And who better to work for me than Krista and Donna? I could start them on a pretty low hourly wage, with a profit sharing plan. The little extra money would help, but the profit sharing could be a home run. This model reduced my risk to the noise level. And it provided the perfect excuse for me to be around them several hours a week. Hell, maybe several hours a day!

Krista was more than interested. Halfway into my explanation of how it might work, she had to stop her blow-job to get more info. Good girl that she is, she mounted me before getting too distracted by the idea.

She was rocking back and forth on my cock, hammering away with questions. 

"Are you for real?" was her first question.

"Absolutely! Why not? I think you and Donna could make a few bucks, I could make more money, and we'd have a great excuse to see each other."

"But what would we do?"

I explained the process of managing the incoming traffic, dealing with advertising, making sure that the incoming money was greater than the advertising, and that nothing weird happened to create a sudden burst of expenses.

"It sounds complicated," she pouted, slowing the riding pace.

"Not really. At first it may be, but it's mostly just monitoring a few websites that report how we're doing. I'll give you some spreadsheets to fill in, and it will let us know how the business is going. If the results go out of the expected range, one way or the other, we'll change the process. Sometimes that means cutting back or shutting down, sometimes it means beefing up the spending. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours a day, once you've got it down."

"What about that other stuff?" She asked, her interest peaking again. Her actions matched her interest, speeding up her movement, getting those gorgeous tits moving around on their own. I was slow in responding; once again, I was reminded of just how pretty and sexy Krista was, and I was lucky enough to be laying in her bed, casually screwing her. Life was good.

"The research and marketing will be for later, once you've got the system down. Hell, we might even get you building the sites. I also could use a virtual assistant - to do research for me, make calls, line up some business relationships, anything I can think to offload that allows me to concentrate on bringing in the money. At the same time I may use your help dealing with issues from my real job, making appointments, sending out thank-you's, keeping my database up to date, there's so many places that I could simplify my life."

"So what are we talking here, realistically?" She asked, now leaning over and impaling herself deliciously on my stiff rod, with long deep strokes. The view was just too good, and I reached up to capture her dangling tits, slowly massaging them, feeling their weight in my hand, playing with her hard nipples.

"I'm thinking 3 hours a day each for you and Donna, at $10 an hour, to start. Then each month we'll see how much profit the sites made, after advertising, your salaries, and other expenses. I'll pay you each 5%. That would have been about $400 dollars last month. Sound fair?" I asked.

"What's that, about $150 a week, plus another $400? That's like a thousand dollars a month for working 3 hours a day. I'd say that's pretty good." She was smiling at me, no longer rocking. She was sitting more upright, and her hips were doing figure-eights on me. She had my steel shaft traveling all around inside of her. I liked it.

"Don't forget, the whole reason we're doing this is so we can build more sites and make more money. If it works out, we'll add a little more time to your schedule, and the profit sharing could go way up. It doubled in the last year, and I did that by myself. If it doubles again, well, your monthly bonus could be over a grand."

She had a worried look on her face. "You're not just paying us so you can fuck us whenever you want, are you?"

I laughed. "Seems like I can do that now." I got serious for a second holding her still. "I've been slacking, unable to find the extra time to put into my business, and my real goal is to make it a full time thing, getting rid of the brick and mortar job. Even that's been suffering a bit since I developed this new hobby of mine." I nudged her with my hips, pushing up into her, leaving her no doubt what that hobby was. "With you two helping, I think there's a good chance I can make some serious money. I made almost $100K online in the last year." I told her.

She looked shocked. "A hundred thousand dollars? On a part-time job? Holy shit!"

"It took me about 5 years of different ideas and failed launches to get here. Last year was the first time I really made a decent profit. But now that I've found a working system, it's just implementing and duplicating, until the market changes. This year has been great, but it's taking too much of my time to manage it, and not enough time building more income. A couple of distracting women, one in particular," I nudged her again with my cock, so she'd know EXACTLY who I was referring too, "have been a huge time drain as well. With you and Donna working for me on this, I think I can easily double the business this year, maybe more. If so, I could finally kick the old job."

"What will Abby think?" 

A good question.

"She knows that I tried outsourcing this stuff twice now, once to India, and once to the Philippines. It was cheap but it didn't work out. At all. One month a single screw up cost me over $1500. The time zones difference was a pain, and it required a lot more of my time to manage than I wanted. She knows I need the help. She has no interest in doing it at all. And she hates the endless late hours I put into it. I can only imagine she'll love the idea of getting you involved." I explained, at the same time as I tried rationalizing the idea myself.

"And she won't think about alternative agendas?" My little tramp asked as she got back to some serious fucking.

"With you, of course, but I don't think that will be a problem. Donna? She probably will be happy to have Donna involved, hoping that will keep you and me under some kind of control."

"What does Donna think? Have you told her yet?" She certainly had a lot of questions.

It was getting a little hard to concentrate. Her actions were setting me off. "Some. Not all. You first." I grunted, then knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her as hard and fast as I could, finally cumming deep inside her. She lowered herself down to lie on top of me as I slowly caught my breath.

"I'd love to do it," she said softly, "if Abby's cool with it. Why don't you come over tomorrow morning, and I'll invite Donna over. We can go over the idea more then."

"Sounds like a plan," I told her. "In the meantime, whenever you get a chance, you might drop hints to Abby that times are hard, and you might be looking for a part-time job. Maybe we can even lead her to the idea on her own."

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That night I headed upstairs to work on my projects earlier than usual, spending most of the time putting the documents and processes in place to bring on my two possible helpers. I hadn't create a new site in over a month, and my revenues were down about 10%. Shit. I stayed and worked extra late, not coming down until well after midnight. Abby called up to me around 11:00, saying she was going to bed, but I begged off, telling her I was getting behind.

As I slipped into the bed, the clock read 12:50. Abby woke up a bit as I crawled in beside her.

"If I didn't see the checks coming in, I'd be worried that you're just another one of those porn junkies up there so late," she teased.

"Like I need porn, with a wife like you and friends like yours. I live porn."

She giggled. "Yeah, but sometimes I hate that room up there. You just disappear for hours and hours."

"I know. I've got to figure out a way to offload the crap work," I told her. Hint. Hint.

"Just don't try that India shit again," she reminded me with a big yawn, before giving me a quick peck and rolling over.

I rubbed her back, and she purred. "I won't try that again. Next time it'll be someone who speaks English, and is in at least a similar timezone."

She just gave me an "Mmmhmm," and eased back to sleep.

First seeds sown, time to water them.

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I had gone over the first glimmering of an idea with Donna early in the week, after her punishment, and before all the hot-tub action and the aftermath. I had not really gone into any details. She seemed to be of a mixed mind. The money was marginally interesting to her. I think the idea of being with me for legitimate reasons both excited and scared her. Good.

I arrived at Krista's early, and had her on her knees blowing me, while I watched for Donna to drive up. Damn, my hot MILF neighbor looked amazing with my dick in her mouth. If it wasn't the most beautiful sight in the world, I'm not sure what was. I didn't have to wait long, and when I saw my second girl coming up the walk, I sent Krista to let her in, and headed to the bedroom, my wet, stiff cock leading the way like a dowsing rod.

Krista guided her buxom friend into the room a minute later. Krista was still clad only in a t-shirt, that ended just past the bottom of her bare ass. Donna was wearing a light sun dress that looked cute and sexy. Bright yellow, with a muted flower pattern, the thin shoulder straps barely held up the halter-style top that was filled to overflowing with her huge tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem only reached about half-way down her thighs. She looked amazing.

I opened my arms to her, and she came to me, easily, without hesitation. She gave me a warm kiss, while I reached under the bottom of her skirt and verified she was naked underneath the bright yellow outfit. 

As my hands cupped her bare ass, I massaged her cheeks gently. "Good girl," I murmured. "They're not still sore are they?"

She seemed to hesitate just a moment. "No, not really."

I pulled away from her and sat at the edge of the bed, my legs open wide, my cock standing straight up. She got the message, and dropped to her knees immediately, licking my cock. I reached over and grabbed a pillow which I passed to her. She put it under her knees and went back to work. She was a good little cock-sucker when she put her mind to it.

Krista stood behind Donna, reached down, unzipped the back of the dress and pulled the thin straps out to the side, freeing Donna's bodacious ta-tas. The dress slid to the ground around her knees. I heard Krista gasp.

"Shit, Donna! What happened?"

My darling fellatrix had learned her lesson. My rod in her mouth, she looked up at me quizzically, still sliding my staff in and out of her warm lips. I nodded to her.

She stood, the dress spilling around her ankles, leaving her naked except for her strappy yellow shoes. Then she walked to the dresser and looked in the mirror sideways. I could see that her rear end was still badly bruised. The blues, yellows and red's seemed almost an abomination against her smooth skin.

"I was bad," she said, then rubbed her ass with both hands. "It looks worse than it feels."

"Come here Donna," I told her and she hurried over. "On the bed, on your knees, please."

She obediently climbed on the bed, her butt right at the edge. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked timorously.

"No dear," I told her, caressing her cute butt. "Not at all."

"Krista, can you do something to make those poor cheeks feel better." I asked, then I went around the bed and laid down in front of Donna so she could put her mouth to good use once more. As soon as I was in place, she lowered her face and proceeded to pleasure me again.

Krista returned from the bathroom with some lotion which she warmed in her hands, and then set about massaging it into Donna's abused rear. She took her time doing it, spending a little time working her way down the crease as well. I enjoyed watching her. "Take off your shirt, Krista."

She did, and went back to massaging Donna's butt, now naked. It was a great view.

"You know, Krista, Donna's still an anal virgin. I think it would be kind of you to make sure that when she loses that cherry, we make it easy on her. Can you do something for her? Break her in a bit?"

Krista knew the answer to that one, and retrieved her bright red butt-plug from her bedside drawer. With a little lube she was soon working that toy into Donna's butt, accompanied by the delicious Donna's groans and grunts, until it finally slid fully in. I heard Donna moan around my cock as it sank home.

I beckoned Krista over and pulled Donna's face out of my lap.

"I'm going to fuck your friend now, Donna, and then I'm going to take her ass. I want you to prepare her for me. Lube her tight little butthole for me. Do a good job for her, because when I take yours, she'll be the one doing the preparing."

I had Krista on her hands and knees, and I slid my cock home, into her delightful pussy. I started a slow screwing, while Donna retrieved the lube that Krista had left on the bed stand. Donna was cautious placing a few drops over Krista's little brown star.

"Talk to her, Krista, tell her what to do."

"You've got to get it in me, Donna," she explained. "Use one finger, then two, and finally three. If you don't loosen me up, he'll tear me open. Use lots of lube."

Donna still seemed nervous, but she but a few more drops on her finger and slowly started toying with Krista's back door. She started slowly, seeming cautious as her fingernail finally disappeared from view. Most of her fingertip was still in view.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" Donna asked

"It's nice. More," was Krista's quiet response.

I watched, mesmerized by her slow moving finger as it slowly disappeared into the little brown star. Buried up to the second knuckle, Donna started to twist it around a bit, then put a couple of more drops of lube where her finger disappeared into Krista's ass. Finally she started sawing back and forth, until her finger was doing about as much as it could.

"Oh, that's good," Krista told her, "fuck my ass with your finger."

I screwed her slowly, giving her a tempo to match if she so desired.

Donna added another few drops, then slid her finger in and out faster, twisting on the 'in' stroke.

"Good, that's nice, now give me another."

The sight was exciting, and I was feeling it deep in my balls as I slowly fucked my hot little neighbor.

Donna worked two fingers into Krista's butt, opening her up more.

I reached out to Donna, grasping her by the hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her long and hard while my fat cock and Donna's slender fingers, both penetrated the amazing Krista.

"Can you feel that?" I whispered in Donna's ear. "She's loving it. She's getting off on your fingers in her slutty hot ass."

As if too confirm my words, Krista shivered. "That's sooo good, Donna, can you do three?" Krista moaned. She had dropped her head and shoulders to the bed, and her tempting little butt was even more exposed. She reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks wider.

"God Alex, I don't know," Donna wavered, her two fingers still sawing away at Krista's open butt, but noticeably slowing down.

I reached down and grabbed Donna's ass cheek and squeezed it hard. She cried out.

"I thought you were learning to be a good girl," I told her.

"I am, I am! I swear, I just don't want to hurt her," Donna whined.

"Don't act stupid. She's asking for it! Do it."

Donna added yet more lube, and the shininess all around Krista's crack was calling to me. Donna's three fingers drove into that tight little ass, all the way to the knuckles. 

"God, that's it," Krista groaned, "open me for him."

Donna had finally given up any reticence and she reamed her good. I pulled her mouth to mine again, enjoying kissing her while fucking her friend. I pushed her face down, until she was just inches away from the action. She eventually adding her pinky to the mix, and I watched as most of her four fingers slid in and out of Krista's ass.

"Fuck me, Alex, fuck my ass now, please," Krista finally moaned.

Donna looked to me and I nodded. She pulled her hand away and I pulled out of Krista's pussy and switched holes. My cock slid halfway into her ass with very little resistance.

"You did good, Donna," I told her, easing my cock deeper into the wonderful Krista.

"Perfect," Krista murmured.

Donna watched, entranced, as my cock sank deeper and deeper into Krista.

"Just think, that will be you, some day soon, when you've earned it." I told her.

"Earned it?" Donna squeaked.

"Someday, I think. You are learning," I told her, grabbing Krista's hips I started to long stroke her incredibly tight asshole.

"Now if you'll just lay down in front of her, I'm sure Krista will thank you for taking care of her."




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 11



This was a big test for Donna. She had always resisted any overt girl-on-girl activities. I saw that flash of willfulness burning in her eyes again. As my eyes locked with hers, she wavered. Too bad. There was something about her fighting back against me that got me off.

"You're not thinking about disobeying me are you?" I asked, running my hand across her butt cheeks, as a not so subtle reminder.

"No sir!" she cried out, and hurriedly sat in front of Krista, her legs spread wide. She acceded easily enough, but there was still that little look of irritation peeking out.

As I fucked Krista's tight rear, she went down on her friend, paying her back for the favor done, opening her up. 

"Play with your tits," I told Donna, while I slowly fucked Krista, trying to make it last.

Donna's hands crept up to her breasts, and started slowly squeezing and pinching her own nipples as Krista licked her. After a couple of minutes of this, Donna's eyes started to glaze over, and she leaned her head back against the headboard, letting Krista's actions do their job.

I wanted to fuck Krista hard, but I didn't want to distract her too much from what she was doing to Donna, so I maintained a nice steady stroke into that sweet butt. Watching Donna slowly get off on Krista's tongue, combined with the ongoing blow-job, then doggy-fuck and now the ass reaming was just too much. 

"I'm going to fill your ass," I told Krista through gritted teeth, as I grabbed her hips and plowed her thoroughly, finally dumping a load deep inside of her.

I pulled out,laid down beside the girls, and watched their interaction. Krista was doing her best and Donna seemed completely open to being pleasured. My incredible dream girl, who until weeks ago seemed impossibly out of reach, the good little Christian wife, was going down on her best friend at my command, while simultaneously playing with the large object lodged in Donna's ass. I moved beside the newcomer to our play, the hot voluptuous platinum blonde, who was slowly learning to submit to me completely. I leaned over, reaching an arm underneath her neck and her eyes fluttered open. I leaned her head up and kissed her deeply, while my hand reached out for her delicious tits. 

Donna was squirming and breathing hard; I could see she was getting close.

"Don't come yet," I warned her.

"Oh God, Alex, I'm close," she moaned.

"Not yet. Tell her how good it feels," I told her, twisting her hard nipple.

"Fuck!" she moaned, pulling back from my hand, while pushing her hips toward her best friend.

"Tell her." I grabbed her other nipple and pulled on it.

"I'm so close, Krista, so close," Donna moaned.

"And..." I encouraged.

"You do that so good. You know how to make me boil." She gasped, while Krista worked to make her disobey me by coming early.

"Ask her to make you come, beg her." I told Krista, still squeezing her nipples, alternating between the two.

"Please Krista, don't stop now, make me come for you, make me come," Donna was moaning constantly as she hovered on the verge of a huge orgasm.

"Good, you can come for us now," I told my recalcitrant one.

Krista went to town on her and within seconds she had done it. She had wrung an explosive orgasm out of Donna, who screamed out as she came on our hostess' tongue. Krista didn't let up, and Donna cried out, coming repeatedly, until she couldn't take any more. I watched Krista finally sit up, a devilish grin plastered across her beautiful face, coated with her friends copious juices.

With a smile I retreated to the bathroom where I cleaned up. 

A couple of minutes later, I let the beauties blow me in tandem as I explained more about my business ideas to both of them. It was the first time for Donna to really learn the details, and she had more questions, but Krista was happy enough to take up the slack when Donna's mouth was otherwise occupied. After about 15-20 minutes of explanation, it seems I had finally dried up the question well. 

I didn't ask Donna if she wanted to be involved. I simple told her to plan on three hours a day, at least 4 days a week.

"What if Dave doesn't want me to?" she asked.

"Not my problem. You can convince him, I'm sure." She still seemed a little hesitant. "Would you rather I told him?" I asked.

"No! No sir! I can take care of it, I'm sure." She looked over at her partner in infidelity who was still sucking away blissfully. "Krista can help me if I need. Can't you, Krista?"

Krista rose up just long enough to answer. "For my sister, of course."

Donna slowly climbed up the bed, cuddling in close to me. Her lips pressed close to my ear.

"My turn?" she asked softly.

I realized that she'd only been allowed to kiss me and suck me so far, although she had come on Krista's tongue.

I put my arm around her, and held her close. "Krista, your behavior is improving, but we've still got to work on it."

"I know," she told me hesitantly, her head bowed. 

"You can't be rewarded until things are made right." 

Krista stopped her actions below my waist, and within moments I was bracketed by my two lovelies.

"Alex, she's been good, you don't have to punish her," Krista said.

"No, he's right," Donna answered.

I gave Krista a squeeze. "I'm glad you care enough. I'm going to let you decide how many strokes she gets. You can pick a number from 1 to 20. But here's a hint, the fewer the number, the harder the stroke."

I felt Donna tense up beside me.

Krista reached out across my chest and placed her hand on Donna's arm. "10?"

"Ok. And Donna, you have to do something for me. Krista needs to learn a little lesson about interfering. So I'm going to split the strokes between you. I'll let you decide how many each of you get."

"Same rules about the fewer the harder?" Donna asked hesitantly. She was wriggling against me as if in anticipation of her upcoming punishment.

"Nope. That was decided when Krista set the number." 

She didn't hesitate at all. "I'll take nine." She peeled herself off of me, and stood beside the bed, waiting.

I turned sideways, swinging my legs off the bed. "Krista, why don't you come over here as well?" I indicated a place to stand beside me. As she took her place, Donna came over and stretched across my lap, her still bruised rear-end accusing me. The weight of her on my lap was incredibly arousing.

She was still wearing the butt-plug. I'd almost completely forgotten about it. I took it in my hand, and wiggled it in her tight little ass. With just a little work, it finally came out, leaving her hole gaping for a second, before it slowly closed.

"Thank you," she said softly. Her hand, almost of it's own volition, reached back and one slender finger caressed her brown little star, running in little circles. That looked so tempting. But now was not the time. I rubbed her ass cheeks. "You Ok?"

"Yes, Alex," she said softly, pushing her ass back against my hand.

I caressed her smooth, round ass, and I could feel her breath coming faster. "I want you to count them off, and you will thank me for each one."

"Yes." She said softly, then uttered, "Master."

I gave her a quick hard smack, and she jumped. "You have a bad memory, sugar." I squeezed her ass cheek. "Don't call me Master." I caressed her butt. "And remember to count them off if you want them to count, can you remember that, sweetness?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." I could hear the trembling in her voice.

I spanked her firmly. A quick open palmed smack that sounded worse than it was.

"One. Thank you."

Another, on the opposite cheek.

"Two, thank you."

I smacked her sharply across the top of her thighs.

"Th..three," she gasped, "thank you."

I hadn't been striking her too hard, but I could still feel the sting on the palm of my hand. I welcomed the feeling.

I caressed her rear, letting my hand stroke down the crease of her ass, brushing my fingers across her wet pussy. "How many more?"

"Six more, please." Smack. "Oh! Four, thank you."

I worked through the next four pretty quickly, still taking it pretty easy on her, as she counted each one off. After eight, I stopped looking down at her pinked up cheeks, and caressed her again.

"Krista, come here. I want you to give her the last one."

"Me?" She asked, coming over to stand next to me.

"Just the one. But remember if you don't do it right, I'll have to do it over, and I'll add another to yours."

I was a little surprised. She didn't need any more encouragement, and she wound up and slapped Donna across the ass hard enough to leave a hand-print.

"NINE!" Donna cried out, "thank you, thank you."

I let my hand wander down between her legs, and caressed her.

"I'll do better," Donna moaned, "I promise. You'll remind me if I do anything wrong?"

"Of course, that's part of my job." I told her. "And I'll punish you when you need it."

She crawled off my lap, and climbed on the bed behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and nibbled on my neck. While she positioned herself behind me, Krista took her place across my lap. "You remember the rules?"

"Yes," she answered hesitantly.

I ran my hand across my dream girl's firm flesh. She tensed up a bit and I could feel her trembling. I had never spanked her before.

I hauled back and gave her a hard smack, the sound of our skin meeting echoed in the room. 

"Oww!" she yelled out twisting in my lap.

"One. Say it!" Krista whispered to her partner in crime.

"One!" 

I smacked the opposite cheek, equally as hard, leaving a hand print.

"Oww! What was that for?" Krista cried out.

"You forgot to thank me, you'll have to start over." I reminded her.

SMACK, my next blow landed on the same cheek.

"One, thank you!" Krista cried out quickly.

I rubbed her butt for just a second. "That was better. It wasn't so hard was it?"

"It hurt!" 

"Of course it did. That's the idea. It'll help you remember now, won't it."

She hesitated and got up, rubbing her ass cheeks with both hands.

"I'd say so. Not like I'd want that again," she complained.

I suspected Donna might not feel quite the same about the punishment.

I turned on the bed, and Donna dropped onto her hands and knees presenting her ass to me. I could see the pinkness of my latest punishment overlayed over the marks from earlier in the week. I slid my hard cock into her easily, she was soaking wet and desperately ready. I grabbed her warm cheeks and squeezed as I slid in and out of her. She moaned in appreciation.

I couldn't help but think about being able to use her to my hearts content once my latest plan was fully implemented. 

- I wonder what Abby would think of breaking in this one.-

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Hope you enjoyed this installment. Don't you love it when a plan comes together?

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 12



Chapter 12 - The Good Neighbor

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A quiet weekend ends with a new player entering the game. Abby suggests adding someone else to the mix, and Alex's business plan gets Abby's approval.

This series starts with A Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. I suggest they be read in order.

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For the first time in a while I had an almost normal weekend.

Friday night we have a standing family dinner date, and this one ended with a rental movie, and I fell asleep with my wife in my arms without having sex for the first time in a while.

We'd had plans for a while to head down to Austin and visit with relatives. Abby had taken Saturday off, for the activity. My cousin's birthday was an excuse to get a bunch of family together. Barbecued brisket, fajitas, and too many beers was the short version of Saturday, and Sunday was a huge breakfast, followed by poolside burgers and margaritas. The drive home with my wife and daughter both sleeping left me free to think about all the things going on in my life. And I wasn't complaining.

Monday morning when I awoke Abby was gone. I tried to get some work done, but I was feeling randy. I was getting used to almost unlimited sex, and three days doing without suddenly felt like an eternity. I cruised over to Krista's but her car was gone. Damn!

Back in my home office, I called Donna. She picked up her cell, but was halfway across the city. So I settled back into work, getting paperwork caught up, making a few calls and feeling sorry for myself. At one point I even thought of giving Misty a call, but had the good sense not to go there. Things were working out too well to fuck 'em up that badly.

I was eventually able to bury myself in my work, to the point where I didn't even notice that the girls were home until my daughter burst into my office with her mid-term report cards. She had gotten straight-A's again, moving two B's to A's from her last grades. To celebrate we offered to take her anywhere she wanted to go for dinner, which turned out to be Chinese food, as it did 9 times out of 10.

We got home and put the little one to bed, then Abby invited me to join her in the hot-tub. I broke out Scotch and a cigar for myself, and a Corona for her, and found her waiting in the pool. 

"Isn't the water cold?" I asked her.

"Yeah, but I thought it would be nice before getting in the spa."

I placed our drinks on the spa edge, and joined her in the pool. It was as cold as I expected, but once you got in, it wasn't so bad. And it gave the hot-tub a little more time to warm up.

As I swam up to her, she gave me a hard time. "Did you really just jump in the pool with your naked wife, wearing that stupid bathing suit?"

This was a new change. Abby loved walking around the house naked, but almost never went into our backyard naked, even though it was pretty private. Even when she got in the spa naked, she usually wore her bathing suit into the yard, stripping it off before getting in.

Tonight I didn't see a bathing suit or even a robe anywhere.

I took the hint and divested myself of my own suit, and took her in my arms.

"It is getting cold out here, I'm ready for the spa if you are," she admitted after just a few seconds.

In the hot-tub, we sat close and she spilled her day to me. Her work was a madhouse and she always had stories of people not showing up, in-fighting, people not doing what they should, and all the office politics you could imagine. I sat back, sipped on my single malt, and smoked my cigar while doing my best to respond as expected to her comments.

Darling Abby slid even closer, reaching out to me. I was leaning back with my eyes closed, relaxing, while she gently stroked my semi-stiff cock, still chattering on about her day. That all changed when I heard a call from around the driveway.

"Abby, you out here?"

Our neighbor Courtney's voice was unmistakable. Most nights, Abby and Courtney go for an evening walk to stay in shape, and just chat. Court also is a secret smoker. She comes over to our place to have a smoke so her husband won't find out. 

I guess I have a confession. I have a vice. Other than blackmailing and screwing my wife's best friends. I'm a cigar smoker. Yep. Several days a week I'll light one up, and relax with it. No as often as every day, but more than once or twice a week. In our back yard we have a covered porch attached to the house, where we can have a smoke in inclement weather. Courtney will sometimes come over and have a smoke there. She even keeps a bottle of lotion and perfume there to hide the smell of the smoke. 

I could make a comment here about hiding things from your spouse, but I guess that would be a little hypocritical.

Our neighbor let herself into the backyard, and turned toward the porch at first, then heard the noise from the hot-tub and hesitated a moment before walking our way.

"I guess a walk is out of the question," she said with a grin.

"Why don't you join us?" Abby told her.

She stood there looking at us. Abby had moved back just a bit, no longer stroking me. "C'mon," Abby encouraged, "have a drink, relax, have a smoke. Just take it easy."

I expected a little more resistance, but our neighbor slipped her shirt off. "Aw hell, why not?"

She stepped out of her shoes and shorts and put them on the table, standing in her underwear. She started to approach the spa, then stopped. "Are y'all naked in there?"

"First rule of the spa," Abby said.

"First rule?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah. After 10:00pm naked hot-tubbing only."

"Any other rules I should know about?" Courtney asked while unsnapping her bra and releasing her cute tits.

"Rule #2, what happens in the hot-tub, stays in the hot-tub." Abby told her with a giggle.

Courtney sat on the edge of the spa, slid her panties off, then spun and slid into the water smoothly hiding her treasures from view.

"And rule #3?" Courtney asked.

"I'll let you know when we think it up." Abby said.

Courtney reached to the edge of the spa and pulled out a cigarette. "Can I get a light?"

I took my cigar out of my mouth and flicked off the ashes. Then I placed it back between my lips and leaned forward with my face close to hers, and put the end of the cigar just beyond the cigarette between her lips. She leaned forward and inhaled while I did, lighting her smoke. It was far more sensual then it should have been and I was pleased to see her blush.

"Want a drink?" Abby asked. "We have beer, booze and wine coolers."

"Rum and Cock?" Courtney blurted, "Oh God, I mean Coke! Rum and Coke."

Abby turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I was on the bar. I stood, my cock semi-hard from all the activity, and stepped out of the hot-tub. I went into the kitchen and made a tray with all of our preferred libations, so I wouldn't have to make another trip. Then, inspired, I ran upstairs to my office, and turned on the outdoor camera, zooming in on the spa, and started the recording. Just in case.

I passed out the drinks, and listened to Abby describing a bit of what had happened the last time the spa had been full of naked people.

"Abby! I thought what happened in the hot-tub, stayed in the hot-tub," I reminded her.

"And where are we?" She asked with a grin.

"Ahh, OK." 

"It's not like it's a state secret," Courtney laughed. "Anyone outside that late would have been deaf not to get an idea of what's going on. One of those girls is a screamer."

"That would be Krista," Abby laughed.

"Thank God there's only a few houses within hearing distance," I chuckled. 

Abby had slid back next to me, and her hand was once more filled with my cock, which was hardening up nicely. 

"So the rule was, 15 minutes, anything goes, as long as they were in the spa. That meant that some part of their body had to be in the water at all times. Oh yeah, and they couldn't make him come." Abby explained.

"Who went first?" Courtney asked, obviously enthralled by the story.

"Misty."

Courtney seemed to notice for the first time what Abby was doing under the water. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

I reached over to the controller and turned on the spa light. We didn't have the bubbles on so the water was crystal clear.

"God! You two are so bad." She gasped, watching Abby's hand stroke my cock. She managed to tear her eyes away from the action and I turned off the light. "What happened then?"

"Do you want the R-rated version, or the X-rated version?" Abby asked her softly.

She didn't hesitate long. "X"

"She sucked his cock, out in the open for us to watch. It was the most amazing thing. You've seen how big he is, well she took the whole thing and made it look easy. She's so small; who would ever have guessed she could manage it?"

Courtney looked at me for a second. "Good?"

"Toe curling. Nobody EVER did what she did." I admitted.

"But we're trying," Abby added.

"Trying?"

"Yeah, Krista and I are practicing to get that good. I'm blowing him almost every day, although this last weekend was a little dry. I'm surprised he hasn't blown his wad already." She suddenly turned to me. "Hey! You didn't play without me today, did you?"

"Hell no." I told her truthfully. "Although I'll have to admit, our friends did cross my mind a couple of times."

"A blow job every day?" Courtney almost squealed. "That's crazy. We don't have sex more than a couple of times a month, and blow-jobs, maybe a couple of times a year."

"You don't like to do them?" Abby asked.

"Actually, I don't mind at all," she said, again blushing for us. "It was all the rage in college. But I don't think John likes them all that much."

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know a man alive who doesn't love to watch a pretty face going down on him." I had to chime in.

She looked sad. "I guess he doesn't like mine."

Abby spoke up, giving me a jab. "Listen to you. For the last 10 years, you gotten maybe a dozen a year, so I guess it's not all that surprising. It's not like we were doing it more than once every couple of weeks."

"What changed?" Courtney asked.

"I'll tell you but you've got to help me, my arm is getting tired." Abby said.

"Arm?" Courtney was a little slow on the uptake.

I reached out for her hand, and pulled it toward my cock. She went along easily, placing her hand over Abby's. 

"I shouldn't," she started.

My wife reached out and placed a finger across her friend's lips. "What happens in the hot-tub, stays in the hot-tub," Abby reminded her, then pulled her own hand off of my staff. I sighed as Courtney's hand slowly traveled the length and breadth of my cock, growing familiar with it. Within a few seconds she was stroking me lightly.

Abby started in. She explained that we had been in a bit of a rut, and that she did something stupid and I found out. She then went on to say she realized that she didn't want anyone else, she wanted me, wanted excitement, and desperately wanted to make me happy.

"So I decided to take a huge chance. I'd give myself up to him. Do whatever he wants, do everything I can to keep him happy and satisfied. Wear what he likes, give my body over to him completely, at all times. Share my friends with him. I'm his completely and totally, with absolutely no reservations."

"Oh my God, you're his slave?" Courtney asked, in a hushed whisper, her hand grabbing tighter around my pole.

"Not at all! I decide. I treat him, reward him, surprise him. He doesn't demand anything from me, well, not much. I just give and give and give."

"And?" Courtney's hand loosened a hair and returned to stroking me.

"Ask him." Abby said, leaning over and cuddling into me.

Courtney slid closer, her hand stroking me more firmly. I hadn't touched her, other than to guide her hand onto it's current resting place. My arm on her side was resting on the side of the spa, and as she moved in, her near breast was just a breath away from my touch.

I slid my arm down and brushed my fingers across her nipple. "It's been the most amazing few weeks of our marriage. I love her so much it hurts. I could never imagine being with anyone else but her. It's impossible to imagine anyone who would do so much for me so willingly. When she makes my pleasure her goal, the only way I can respond is to try and do the same."

My hand cupped Courtney's breast and squeezed softly. "Our sex has been nothing short of amazing. Mind-blowing. I've gone to sleep with her beautiful lips wrapped around my shaft, and woken to the most loving blow-job imaginable. If you hadn't come over when you did, I was about to spend the evening ravishing my wife in every way imaginable."

Courtney looked at me with a burning gaze I'd never seen from her before, and leaned her face in close to mine. "Don't let me stop you."

I leaned toward her, closing the space between us, and pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth opened to me and I explored her mouth with my tongue.

Abby tapped me on the shoulder. "Up on the side of the spa, cowboy."

I pulled away from kissing my next-door-neighbor for the first time, and her hand reluctantly let go of my cock. I moved a couple of feet sideways and sat on the edge of the spa, my cock standing proud and eager.

Abby pulled Courtney over close, while she stationed herself between my legs. "Come see what my practice has taught me."

For the next several minutes, Abby licked and sucked my cock as if her life depended on it. She took almost all of it down her throat, gagging a bit, licked and sucked my balls, and did everything she could to worship my cock.

Courtney edged closer and closer, until her chin was resting on my thigh, her cheek pressed against my side. She had about as close a view as possible. My hand strayed to the side and caressed her hair as she watched.

Gasping, Abby pulled her face away for a moment, and faced her friend. "Help me?"

Courtney shuddered, "Oh Abby, I don't know..."

"Please?" she asked, then licked me from balls to crest. She leaned my cock over toward our guest until my cock was pressed against the side of her face. Courtney's tongue reached out and brushed me.

"Oh Shit!" I gasped. I had never expected this from Courtney.

"God, he liked that." Abby said softly.

Courtney leaned forward a bit and gave me a long lick, placing a kiss on the top of my swollen head. She then pushed my cock back to Abby.

Abby tugged her arm and pulled Courtney around my leg, facing my cock straight on. 

"Suck him for me." Abby urged.

Courtney licked me again and this time settled in at the top, opened her mouth and took me in, swallowing half my length. I could feel her naughty tongue working me over.

"God Court, that's wonderful." I told her

Abby moved behind my new cocksucker, and caressed her back, sides and finally front, while the pretty little neighbor sucked me better and better. She was good. Not in Misty's class. Not even quite up to Abby and Krista, but damn good.

"Courtney, it's a mortal sin that you aren't using your talented mouth to drain a man more than a couple of times a year. It's a sin, and a waste." I told her.

While her head bobbed up and down on my cock, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. That's a huge personal turn on, and I could feel my balls swelling. 

"I'm going to come soon," I warned them both.

"Do you want to finish him?" Abby asked.

"Mmmhmm," Courtney answered with her mouth full.

"Share it with me afterwards," Abby said, kissing her friend on the neck.

Courtney's eyes got big, and just then I reached the end of my rope. I exploded, several days worth of pent up cum, and filled my oh-so-friendly neighbor's mouth to overflowing. She finally pulled away, and the last few shots sprayed across her chin and cheeks.

"That was wonderful Courtney," I told her.

Abby turned Courtney's face toward her own, and lovingly cleaned every trace of my cum off of her face. Then I watched Courtney open her mouth, and display as much cum as I'd ever seen come out of me. Her mouth was solid white. Abby leaned in and place her mouth over Courtney's then leaned back allowing much of my seed to flow into her own mouth. Courtney pulled away, their lips slipping apart, sticky strings of cum stretched between them. She closed her mouth and swallowed deeply, then leaned between my legs again, looked up and displayed her open empty mouth to me. She seemed surprised when she felt my hard cock spring up and nudge her chin.

"Oh my God! Are you still hard?" She gasped.

"What man wouldn't be, after watching a sexy scene like that?" I reminded her.

"Fifteen minutes," Abby said softly.

"What?" Courtney asked turning to look back and forth between my wife and I.

"Fifteen minutes, anything goes. Only you set the limitations," my wife explained.

I slid into the water, pulling her into my lap, feeling her crotch press against me. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her deeply, still finding a faint remnant of my own taste.

She pulled away, hugging me tightly, and whispered in my ear. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to start by returning the favor."

"And Abby?" She asked, nibbling on my ear.

"For now, she'll just watch." I stood, easing her off of my lap, and grabbed her hips. I turned with her and lifted her up to the side of the spa that had no seat in front of it. I slid my neighbor's ass to the front edge of the ledge, and opened her legs for me. She leaned back as I leaned forward and started paying close and intimate attention to the entire area around by final objective. After several minutes of teasing licking and kissing, I settled my lips over her clit and let my tongue go to work as my fingers entered her moist pussy.

She was a quiet one. I could barely tell when she finally came for the first time, her thighs tensing around my head. A couple of more minutes and she was coming repeatedly, gasping, making quiet mewling noises.

I finally stood just in front of her, lifted her off the edge and eased her down onto my cock. I slid into her, easily, her own body weight forcing her tight opening down to the very base of my cock. She clung to me tightly, her arms around my neck, her legs clasped around my waist.

"God, Alex, you are huge inside of me," she murmured into my ear.

"You're OK with this, right?" I asked.

"This is so wrong, I've never cheated on John," she confessed warily.

"Cheating is what got Abby and I here." I told her, my cock swelling within her.

"I don't know," she moaned, but her heels dug into me, pulling her deeper onto my cock.

"Would you be willing to share John with Abby?" I asked her.

"I don't think he'd survive it."

"Soon, the four of us in the hot tub. You'll give him Abby for the night, or maybe Krista." I told her, lifting her up and then settling her back down onto my cock. 

"I might lose him," she said softly.

"Give yourself to him, completely, give him your friend, role-play with him. You know he loves you, we'll get him to lust for you again." I urged her, as she rode my cock for the first time.

"I'll have to think about it."

"Talk it over with Abby, she'll help." I held her close, my cock buried to the hilt. "You're OK with this?"

"What happens in the hot-tub, right?" she answered warmly.

"Absolutely."

"Fuck my brains out."

I did my best, screwing her standing, then laying her down on the side and taking her like that, finally bending her over the side and fucking her from behind, much as I had done with Misty. She had a wonderful full ass, and I reveled in squeezing her full butt cheeks while plowing her from behind. I finally found a wonderful rhythm, giving her several minutes of long deep strokes, which had her coming for me again, almost crying now. 

"I'm almost there," I warned her. "Can I come in you?"




A Blackmail Tale Ch. 12



"NO, please, come in my mouth." She gasped, before coming hard on my cock again.

I took myself right to the edge, then pulled out and spun her around. Even so, it took another aggressive minute or so for her to finally wring out my cum. I came hard, looking at her cute face filled with my cock. 

This time she managed to take it all. She pulled away from me, and walked over to Abby who had sat at the edge, taking it all in quietly.

Abby slid into the water to meet her, and when Courtney leaned her face forward, Abby met her lips with her own. Once more they shared my essence, for a very long time. Abby's hands were all over her friend until they finally separated.

"Thank you, Abby," Courtney said softly. "I'll never do anything like that unless I can share the results with you at the end, I swear."

Abby giggled. "We may have to stop sharing, I think you got him hard again."

Courtney turned quickly and almost fell down. "Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck's wrong with you?" She asked looked down to where I was stroking my thick meat.

"Nothing my amazing wife can't solve. Abby, I'm pruning up, let's you and I move to the bedroom." I turned to my darling neighbor, pulling her into my arms. "Courtney, that was just incredible, thank you, but I'm going to take my wife into our bedroom now. I hope we can play again later some time." Then I kissed her warmly, holding her close.

"Thanks, that was absolutely incredible." She turned to Abby, and gave her a big hug. "And thank you, I can't believe you shared him with me." 

"We'll play again some time, it was fun to watch you. Good thing I didn't have a clock, though. I think y'all went a good bit over 15 minutes. I got so wet, you can't imagine."

I watched my demure neighbor get dressed again, still in wonder over what had just occurred. As she headed out the gate with a wave, I cleaned up around the spa, while Abby retreated to the bedroom.

When I got there she was waiting for me in her famous 'fuck-me' teddy, that she knew I loved so well.

She spoke up with a little grin as I entered the room. "Well, that was unexpected."

"No shit. Who would ever have believed that of Courtney." 

"Did you have fun?" she asked beckoning me forward.

"Absolutely. As if you didn't know."

She giggled as I laid down beside her and started caressing her body. I loved the feeling of popping open the two snaps that kept her teddy shut at her crotch. It was like opening a Christmas present.

She sighed as my finger entered her. "God, I got so damn horny out there watching you fuck 'Miss Nosy.' She's a great friend and all, but she's so damn into everyone else's business. Like she didn't know we were in the hot-tub when she came over."

"I'm sure we had her imagination working overtime after she left us last week." I told her.

"I never expected her to be that easy to corrupt," Abby said softly.

"Did you want to? Corrupt her?" I asked surprised.

"Absolutely. If you're going to be doing Krista regularly, eventually it would come out. Misty, Donna or Courtney would sooner or later figure it all out. So now Misty and Courtney have plenty of reason to keep our secret."

I stayed quiet, letting that sink in. My darling, devious wife. Wow.

"You're awfully quiet. I expected some kind of comment, you know." 

"Like?" I teased, as she slowly climbed over and mounted me.

"Oh, I don't know, let's see, like...How do we go about fucking Donna, to keep her quiet?" she asked.

As she rocked back and forth on my cock she seemed to be waiting to see if I had any ideas.

"That one might be tough." I finally admitted.

"You want to give it a try?" she asked.

"Let me think about it. Can we use Krista?" 

"Any and every way you want. That one is ours completely." 

"You know, I had an idea for my work..." I started.

"Is this going to take a while to explain?" She asked.

"Probably."

"Good, then let me change position." She climbed off of me, licked me clean, then reached into the side bed-stand and came out with her new favorite lube, cherry 'Good Head'. She applied a dollop to the head of my cock, and a little more directly to her tongue, then she started sucking, practicing taking me as deeply as possible.

I enjoyed the action until she stopped. "If you want me to keep this up, you better start explaining your idea."

With encouragement like that, I sprung into action. I told her about expanding the Internet marketing business, and thought maybe we could use both Krista and Donna part-time, 3 hours a day or so. I explained that I could pay them a little more than twice what I'd pay someone in India, but they'd be local, same time zone, and available for face to face meetings.

She giggled and pulled off my cock. "And face to cock, face to pussy, face to face to cock, should I continue?"

"But it's a great benefit. I think it will grow the business a lot. Letting me work on what's important. And it gives us an excuse to be together a lot more. And together, maybe Krista and I can slowly work on Donna, get her to join our merry little band of adulterers." I started to go into detail about the things I could offload to them, including generic personal assistant stuff, when I felt things start to change where sweet Abby was working on me.

I watched as my darling wife made an extra effort and swallowed most of my cock. She pushed hard and I finally got to see her lips reach the base of my cock, with the rest of it inside her hot little mouth.

"Amazing, Abby, I never thought you'd be able to do it." I told her, reaching out and caressing her butt.

She pushed her face back and forth, just fucking the back of her throat, before she pulled off, gasping. "Wow, that feels so wild once you get it. I'll be damned if Misty's going to deep throat you and I can't."

She wiped her hand across her mouth. "I know Krista could use the money. I'm sure Donna could as well, but I don't know if she'd admit it. Krista's been talking about doing the home day-care again; that would really suck."

I spoke up. "I figured if the business grew, I could do some profit sharing with them. It would really make it worthwhile financially, and it wouldn't cost us anything - they'd only make money on any growth income." I explained, while my wife applied a dab more lube, and then proved to me that the first time wasn't a fluke. She sucked me to the root like she'd been doing it every day of her life, until she gagged again, yanking her head off and gasping.

She sat back and caught her breath. "I need a break." She stretched, then slid her teddy off, leaving her breathtakingly naked. Once more I was struck by just how pretty my wife was.

"You are so beautiful; I owe you so much." I told her, climbing between her legs and leaning over her.

"How's that?" she asked curiously.

I scanned up and down her body. "I don't know what was wrong with me. I just took you for granted. You are so incredibly beautiful, and yet I didn't even notice for years and years. I look at your body now, and can imagine how others must lust after you, and yet, each night you come home to me, and give yourself to me completely. I don't deserve you." I placed my lips on hers and kissed her lightly.

"None of us deserves anything as overwhelming as love," she said with tears in her eyes. "It's an incredible gift. I don't deserve yours." She reached between her legs and guided me back inside of her.

As I slid in and out of her, she arched her back beneath me, and sighed. "God, I needed this. I love feeling you inside me, filling me completely."

I smiled as I gave her more of just what she was looking for.

"It sounds like a good idea. Let's start on it as soon as possible. We can offer the opportunity to Krista when she comes over Wednesday. If we time it right, it will be impossible for her to say no. You do remember we're spending the morning together, right? You've cleared your schedule?"

I couldn't remember final plans being made, but I assured her my schedule was clear.

"Good. Now how about lunch tomorrow?" 

"How about it?" I asked.

"I thought I'd take a long lunch break. Misty's been begging to get together again, so I thought we could have 'Funch', and I could leave her with you for the afternoon. Use her as long as you want, and kick her out when you're done, as long as it's before school's out."

"You are too good to me," I told her fucking her harder, deeper, faster.

"Maybe, but I like the rewards," she moaned as she leaned back and accepted my increased attention. 

Within a couple of minutes I had her where I wanted her, coming hard on my cock, begging me to fill her. I was happy to. It was the least I could do.

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I did get up in the middle of the night to shut down the camera filming the spa before my entire hard-drive was full. I'd have to do some editing on that file, and soon. It would be fun to see how much I really was able to capture.

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A Blackmail Tale Ch. 13



A Blackmail Tale 13 - Misty's Back

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Misty for lunch, with Abby's approval.

This series starts with A Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They are numbered after that. I suggest they be read in order.

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I had a conference call that started at 11:00 and was desperate to get off that call in time for Abby and Misty coming home for lunch.

When the call had run over by 10 minutes, I was telling the crowd I had to go, while the bean-counters kept harping on the same crap as every week. At 12:11 I heard the garage door open, and that was it for me.

"Guys, I have another meeting. If you need an hour and a half to go over infinite minutia, schedule it. This was a one-hour meeting. Email me anything I miss." I hung up the phone, forwarded my office phone to my cell, and put my unavailable message on my voicemail. There. Cleared my afternoon.

I heard the giggling downstairs, and found myself getting excited even before I had seen anybody.

I looked over the railing, and saw Misty walking toward my bedroom. She was peeling off her shirt as she walked across the family room. No bra. It was clear someone was here to play.

"ALEX," my darling wife called out.

"On my way, sweetness." I called down to her.

I met her in the family room, and swept her up in my arms. She shrieked, then wrapped her arms around me. "You're in a good mood!"

"Five minutes ago I wasn't particularly," I admitted. "It's a miracle what a change of company can do for you."

"Bad morning?" she asked.

"Just typical."

"Let's see if we can change that."

I carried her into my bedroom where I found Misty lying in the middle of the bed, wearing tiny panties and nothing else. She looked good, damn good.

I placed Abby on her feet so she could finish disrobing. I also stripped down as quickly as I could, perhaps displaying a little of my eagerness.

I was barely on the bed before Misty made a beeline for my cock, taking it in her mouth before Abby even had a chance to get settled. I guess I wasn't the only eager one.

Working my way to the center of the bed, in spite of Misty's ardent attention, I finally was able to relax, lean a couple of pillows behind my head, and watch as Abby reclaimed what was rightfully hers. The two hotties battled for supremacy until they achieved détente, each content with her share of my missile.

Misty was still the wilder cock-sucker, and more proficient, but Abby had made up considerable ground. I paused to wonder where Krista would place in the expertise order. 

Abby pushed her face down, swallowing me completely, and Misty giggled, grabbed my wife's hair and holding her in place. "So! Somebody's been practicing!"

When Abby finally pulled away gasping Misty took her place quickly, once again striving to solidify her role as champion cock-sucker.

I was getting a little worked up and needed to slow the action down. With a good bit of difficulty I managed to dislodge Misty off of my rod and sit up. 

"The three of us have limited time together, and I need to make sure that first and foremost, my darling wife who arranged this little get-together gets hers." I encouraged Abby to lay back on the bed. "Of course she can get me on demand, so let's give her something a little more exotic."

I lifted Misty into the air, swinging her across the bed while she squealed. I still couldn't get over how small and petite she was, her weight almost negligent. I placed my plaything on her knees right between my wife's open legs, and pushed her head down in the direction I wanted her to go. I sort of expected some kind of smart-ass comments from one of the two, if not both, but it didn't quite work out that way. Instead Misty got comfortable and went to town on my wife, her hands and mouth quite busy. 

It was an incredibly sexy sight. I slid up behind Misty and massaged her panty covered butt before I reached down and started fondling her crotch. She was already wet, and my finger created a nice little crease, rubbing between her puffy lips, spreading the wetness across the thin cloth. I eased her panties off of her hips, and pulled them down just far enough to clear the way for me to do what I had in mind. I lined my cock up and found my way inside of her with little difficulty.

Her narrow little hips and tight ass made my raging hard-on look impossibly large for her little opening, but I knew it was an optical illusion. I stretched her wide, no doubt about that, but she accommodated me nicely, able to take the entire length without distress. I had to wonder where it went. It seemed like at the end of each stroke she should practically be choking on it.

I rode her easily, long slow strokes, just enjoying the idea of fucking the little tart going down on my wife. She was a tricky little thing, and by spreading her legs a bit, her panties would ride up and press against the bottom of my shaft, while I plumbed her. It was an interesting feeling, more than just a little exciting. After a couple of minutes I pulled out and took my wet sticky cock to my wife for attention. She had her eyes closed, but opened them when she felt the weight shift on the bed next to her. I put my cockhead to her mouth.

"Suck your friend's juices off of me," I told her, my voice rasping with desire.

She took me and although she was too distracted to give me her best work, she did let me fuck her face pretty aggressively even as she grew less attentive. I climbed back behind Misty and toyed with her cunt, teasing her. "Make her come, make her come hard, and you'll be getting yours soon." I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her steady while pounding a couple of fingers into her, and I heard her moan her frustration into my wife's pussy.

Maybe she's as good on women as she is on men. She did get my wife to come, and come big. She brought her to a series of orgasms, and I just let them entertain me, playing with Misty gently, not enough to distract her too badly, but more than enough to keep me raring to go. Keeping the panties on her was just a little bit more fun to watch. 

When Misty finally rolled out of the way, after a particularly strong orgasm from Abby, I immediately jumped in her place, and slammed my cock into Abby before she could come down, making her gasp loudly. I fucked her hard, continuously not slowing for her orgasms, or for my impending one. Misty eventually got back into play, toying with Abby's exposed clit, while I held my wife's legs high and rammed her fast and furious.

"I'm almost there," I announced for my wife, as she cried out under the continuous assault. 

Misty took that as an invitation to plant her mouth over Abby's and rape her mouth with her devilish tongue. 

With the added inspiration, I reached over, slid two fingers deep into Misty, and dumped my load into my squirming wife. 

We all collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, looking for a short rest. But Misty didn't take long to revert to her plans for me.

She started licking, cleaning me, then sucking voraciously to get me hard. Once I was clean, however, I guided her back to Abby. "Suck my cum out of my wife's pussy."

She was an obedient little hussy and did as I requested, more gently this time, not driving my wife too wild. After a few minutes, she slid back to my crotch, once more looking to get me hard. 

"God, look at the time. I'm going to be late," Abby announced.

Misty groaned. "Please, can't we stay just a little longer?"

Abby reached down and caressed her frustrated friend. "I have to go, but you, you little cock-slut, are his until he throws you out."

That got a response, and Misty jumped up and gave my wife a huge hug, tit to tit, and a big kiss. Their play looked ready to evolve into a lot more, if time weren't an issue. Abby pushed her away, back to my cock. "Suck him until I go."

Abby cleaned up, got dressed, and kissed me goodbye, while her friend's amazing mouth settled onto my cock, and gave me a sweet leisurely sucking that Misty and I both knew was just for show. The main act was just a few minutes away. "Don't forget to pickup Maddy at 4:00," Abby reminded me.

When the door to the garage closed, Misty climbed off of me. "Give me a minute. I need to make a call and change some plans, Ok?" She was kicking off her panties before she was even out of the bed.

"Absolutely," I told her, then got up and found a couple of bottles of Fiji water for the bedside. 

The clock read 1:04 pm when she reappeared, ready for action. "God, I'm so ready for this. I can't believe your wife left you alone with me! Anything special you want to start with?" She had climbed on the bed, and was laying beside me, her shoulders level with my hips. Her hand had already sought out my cock, and she was fondling it, while she asked.

"How about a showing me a little more of what that magical mouth of yours can do, before I return the favor?"

Darling Misty was willing enough, and had me rock-hard within minutes. Once my staff was standing tall, she shuffled around the bed, rotating until her knees were bracketing my head. I reached back and folded my pillow in half, raising my head up so I could access her sweet bare pussy without straining my neck. We played in that position for a few minutes, getting each other thoroughly worked up. 

I had an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing, and I pulled my head back. "Ride me beautiful? Let me look up and see your gorgeous body above mine, those bit ol' titties of yours bouncing with your movements."

She giggled. "Gee Alex, you have the nicest way with words. Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?"

"And vice-versa," I assured her.

She sat up and straddled my hips, lowering her tight pink slit down onto my cock, and rode me to the first of several pleasurable, and one almost painful, orgasms. When I saw she was tiring, I put her underneath me, and took her that way. She was so naughtily flexible, it was easy to push her legs back, pressing her knees all the way down to the bed, tilting her hips up obscenely. My cock looked huge against her, and I admired the sight of her tiny pussy being stretched to its limits. 

By three o'clock there wasn't an inch of her body I didn't know inside and out, and I'd even found the time to break out a couple of Abby's latest toys to use on poor Misty. 

I used one of the smaller butt-plugs on her, not knowing what she was willing or comfortable with, but it seemed I needn't have worried. She took it easily. While I lubed her up, and plugged her ass, she was digging into the toy drawer herself. She came up with the clear 1" balls on a string. "When you're done with that, maybe you could use this on me. I've always wanted to try it."

I'd seen them used on a video or two, and was willing enough to give it a go. I put her on her hands and knees with a couple of pillows under her waist to hold her up. Then I went back to fucking her hot pussy, while I played with the butt-plug, pulling it slowly, until it almost wanted to come out, and then sliding it back into her. After I had her begging me for the balls, I finally allowed it to come out that last half-inch which got it past her tight little ring, and it slid right out. 

She didn't stay empty for long, as the first three balls slid into her quickly. I was now fucking her slowly and easy, fondling and squeezing her butt cheeks, easing another crystal ball into her, then massaging it deeper. By the time the sixth and last ball was inside of her, she was moaning constantly. 

"That's all of them," I told her, giving her rear end a couple of smacks for good luck.

"Fuck me, Alex, fuck my brains out," she gasped.

I started screwing her for real, getting some weight behind my pounding strokes, but it was never good enough. The harder I fucked her the more she begged for it, always harder, harder. We crawled up the bed, my fucking driving her up to the headboard, until she was bouncing against it, trying to hold herself away with her outstretched hands. Once she could go no further, I finally was able to pound her hard enough for her demands, and she screamed out for me that she was there, she was going to cum. 

That was my cue. Pulling on the string I long-stroked her, while popping the first ball out of her ass.

"Oh, Fuck!" she cried out. 

"FUCK!" she screamed as the second one came free.

With the third one she was coming on my cock, trembling uncontrollably, and I continued pulling them free from her ass, while she moaned and shivered, impaled on my cock. When I finally had the last one free, she relaxed under me, gasping, her tiny butt hole stretched and red, and I couldn't resist this golden opportunity.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and pushed it hard into her ass, nearly burying it in one stroke. She screamed beautifully, stuffed full of hard cock, and collapsed down onto the bed, taking me with her. 

"Fuck Alex!" she gasped. "Stop! It's too much. You're too big for me!"

I shifted my legs, my hands massaging her delicious little butt cheeks, while I nudged my cock back and forth. "That's clearly not true. You've got nearly the entire thing inside you now."

She groaned, wiggling her hips, "Jesus, you sneaky bastard! You could at least give a girl a little warning!"

I laughed. She was lying completely prone, her legs together. I was straddling her upper thighs, slowly working in and out of her back door. 

"I would think that 20 minutes of opening your ass would be warning enough," I told her, laying almost on top of her, my weight on my forearms, my hips doing all the work.

"You are way too big for that hole. I still hadn't decided if I was going to let you stick that beast in there," she pouted.

"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked her, slowly sawing in and out of her. I kissed her shoulder, nibbling on her smooth tan skin.

"Just take it easy, Ok? Gentle. It feels like you've got your entire arm up my ass, to the elbow," she said. "I've never had anything that big back there, and it's not the most comfortable thing, you know?"

I was feeling a tad guilty. "Sorry, you just looked so good, your ass wide open, begging for attention. That butt of yours was just too damn sexy, I couldn't even think straight." I got up a little, adjusting my way into her. "I can pull out if you want." 

"Not yet, just let me get used to it a bit."

"Would a little lube help?"

"I doubt a quart of 10W-40 would help much," she paused. "Maybe a little."

"In the drawer."

She edged sideways and I turned with her, nudging her forward with my cock. She was able to reach down and come up with the bottle of Liquid Silk. She passed it back to me, and I pulled out until just the head remained inside of her. I squirted a few drops on my cock, rubbing it around, and eased the pump nozzle into her ass alongside my shaft and gave it a pump. She groaned a bit while I eased my rod back inside of her, but with a couple of easy strokes, I was buried balls deep, and her resistance was now little more than a tightly clenched fist.

"Do you like it?" she asked, giving a little wiggle.

"Love it," I admitted.

"Show me, fill my ass," she said, turning her head and looking at me with that mischievous smile I was growing so fond of.

It took me a while, I'd already popped a few times, and wasn't sure I had anything left, but Misty's rear was inspiring. She didn't have much cushioning back there, not like the other women in my life, but it made penetration from that position a good bit easier. I was slowly able to work up to a little more thorough ass reaming, and she was taking it in stride, talking dirty to me. 

I finally had to pull her up onto her knees to get the penetration and movement I needed, and I was able to fulfill her request, leaving my last load deep inside of her ass.

"Tell you what, Alex. If you ever want to fuck my ass again, let's not wait until I've almost drained you. I don't know if I'll be able to walk normal for a week," she complained from the bathroom afterwards, putting herself back together. 

I slipped into the shower for a quick cleanup.

"You fucking tease!" she said, knocking on the glass door. "I can't shower with you, or my hair will be a mess!" 

"We'll have to save that for another day." I told her, stepping out after the quick rinse-off.

She planted a quick one on the lips, then headed out. "I gotta run baby. That was intense. Give Abby my love and thank her," she said, before darting out the door.

Still thirty minutes before I had to pick up the little one. I decided to change the sheets and air out the bedroom. It needed it.

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Abby was kind enough to let me rest that evening. I worked in my office late, first at my day job, and later, pulling more stuff together for bringing the girls aboard. I used my video capture software to make a couple of tutorials of the process of checking on the site performance, advertising costs, visits, orders, one-time offers, and payments. The process of documenting everything made it clear to me some of my own inefficiencies, and I tried to make the system as easy as possible.

I also took a few minutes out to review a couple of my home movies. I have to admit, I love that first movie with Krista, and of course my first time with the both Krista and Donna. 

By the time I got to bed it was nearly midnight.

Abby was almost, but not quite asleep. "I thought you'd be worn out."

"Thoroughly," I confessed, "but we still gotta pay the bills."

"If you play with the toys, clean 'em up," she said softly.

Oops. "Sorry, got lost in the shuffle of cleaning up the room, and then picking up Maddy."

"It's Ok," she said, while I leaned over and rubbed her back. She loved even just a couple of minutes of that.

"Go to sleep," she said. "You'll need your energy. Krista's coming over early for a play date."

She giggled when I groaned.

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