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Blackmail

By: Kibou32



Author's Note: The characters of this story are fictional at best and may or may not be similar to other characters in other stories.

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Karen couldn't believe she had been so foolish. She loved her boyfriend Michael so much, but letting her boyfriend photograph and film her whenever she was masturbating or fucking him, was crossing the line!? Each and every one of those photographs showed her vagina and her breasts in every position available known to man. 

Worst was that Becky Winters -- who was Michael's ex-girlfriend -- had somehow gotten hold of those damning pictures and was setting her up for blackmail. 

And now here she was looking at herself on the mirror wearing her usual blue jeans and her regular T-shirt, this time a yellow-white striped one. She was five foot five, had an athletic body and 34B sized breasts. She had dark gray eyes and brown hair. All in all... she was a cute girl. Too bad for her.

"Well now... since you've seen the evidence, let me tell you what you're gonna do for me if you don't want your parents to find out you're not a goody goody two shoes anymore. For the next two weeks dear Karen, you're going to do everything I tell you to do without a complaint, questions or hesitations. Either you do this, or as I just told you, your parents are going to get this nice surprise on the local news."

Karen looked stupefied. Becky smiled in satisfaction. It wasn't as if she hated Karen per se. But Becky had already learnt that she had the hots for this girl and damn if Michael -- who had broken things off with her noticing that she liked women more than she dug him -- wasn't making things quite easy for her. 

"Oh... if Michael finds out about this, be sure I'll make this go completely public. You'll be seeing these pictures everywhere! And I mean everywhere." -- she emphasized the word everywhere.

Karen was blushing red again. Becky was sure this was going to be fun. She would humiliate her a little bit... well not too much really, because she was sure that by the end of the day Karen was going to be pretty much in love with exhibitionism.

"So... let's start with this." -- and then she gave her a two piece ensemble. A white see-through T-shirt with no bra and a white micro-skirt that if Karen bent down, would show off her pretty shaved off pussy or butt to anyone who cared to look.

"Take all your clothes off -- that's right even your underwear -- and put these on. And then go through your usual day as normal. I'll be keeping your clothes." -- she said quietly and did not bother to mention that this was probably going to be the last time Karen saw her usual stuff.

She fingered the key she had gotten from Karen's landlord and smirked inwardly at Karen's expression when she discovered that she had taken all her underwear with her and left her with several micro-skirts to wear for the next two weeks. No jeans and no pants.

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Karen went on to her job fighting dread. She had never been much of an exhibitionist and prior to meeting Michael, she wasn't even into being photographed naked much less when in usual clothes.

She worked at a boutique shop. Her boss had her usually fetching things and she always was -- without a doubt -- used to sell things off due to her body. Her boss always said that since she had such a hot and young body, that why not use it for their advantage.

"Oh Karen! It's so good that you're here. I want you to put these boxes upstairs." -- she signaled and Karen resigned herself to be exposed to whoever was the lucky creature who came by to shop.

This time when she found it was Mrs. Winters -- Becky's mother - and her son of 19 -- Becky was really pushing her buttons with this one! -- she wanted to cry. Under the unforgiving yellow lights of the store, the T-shirt she was wearing was nearly transparent -- something she hadn't noticed when she had put on the shirt and though she couldn't have said anything, she wished she wasn't so unlucky in matters like these.

When she made an attempt to grab a box from the ground, her boss called her and told her not to forget to squat. This forced the micro-skirt to flare upwards and she blushed from head to toe knowing what must be in plain view.

Jon -- Becky's younger brother -- whistled in appreciation. His mother only smiled.

Karen squatted and grabbed the box, then in a rush stood up making the skirt flare upwards again making her cute little butt come into sight again. Then she took the stairs and blushed heavily once again when Jon got up -- discreetly pretending to be looking at the painting on the wall below the staircase, but everyone knew that he was looking at Karen's pussy as it opened and closed with the movement of going up the stairs.

When she came back down to get the other box, she discovered that Jon was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs holding the box.

"Where do you want me to put it?" -- he asked.

She moved out of the way and showed him the way.

Once all of the boxes were up, her boss called her down and she ended up discovering that the gentleman act had its price. Her boss said...

"Now since you've decided to be such a good sport, I want you to show your thanks to Jon. Please remove your shirt so that he can fondle your tits."

Karen almost cried out in dismay. But she figured this was part of Becky's plan and let Jon hold her breasts. Not only did he held them, but he also fondled them pretty well. It made her feel distinctly uncomfortable since the caresses made her feel wet in her pussy and she was sure that everyone was aware of that fact. She didn't look at Becky's mother for confirmation, though.

Thankfully, their visit had come to an end.

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Her boss told her she wanted her to make some errands and so this set her out of the store with the keys to her black 4x4 monster truck and told her to do those errands for her. Stepping out of the truck was as laborious as it was stepping in. She had exposed her pussy and her tits by climbing onto it to many pedestrians. As she was stepping down, she looked to the front and saw a guy with what appeared to be his girlfriend looking at her naked crotch with fascination. She blushed deeply.

Once inside the mall, she discovered that the elevator was in repairs and she had to take the stairs. Someone bumped into her and she let go of the folder she was carrying scattering all the papers in it on the floor. In her haste to get the documents before they were trampled by someone else, she ended up bending at the waist without bending her knees and therefore exposing her butt completely to anyone who dared to look, which was almost everyone coming and/or going to the mechanic escalator. Fumbling to get one paper just a fingertip away from her hand, she spread her legs to give herself some leverage and also showed the crowd of voyeurs the cleft of her naked mound. Because embarrassment usually led to her being a bit wet in between her labia and she had been wet from her prior exposure in the shop, the force of spreading her legs a bit more, forced her major labia to part completely away leaving her more than flushed inner labia to spread open and let every single spectator see her pink and wet vagina.

Once she finally managed to get that, she stood up and watched curious as how many of the people behind her look away first before meeting her stare. She shrugged and went on to her merry way to the bank. After she delivered what she had to, to the bank; she went on ahead to go pay some things that her boss had asked her to do. On her way out of a store, a tiny thread from the bottom of the T-shirt got caught with the door's handle and began to unravel the already tiny shirt even further. When she realized that everyone was staring at her, she noticed that the top had shortened up until almost all of the bottom side of her breasts were showing. The thread had been cut just as it reached there and instead of doing the sensible thing, she squealed making everyone around her turn to look. She rushed to the ladies room to see if she could do something, the run made the T-shirt ride up leaving her tits out in the open and the running made her skirt bunch up to her waist leaving her running almost bared to the elements. Everyone had gotten quite a good look of her intimate parts and she hadn't noticed. But found that upon reaching the bathroom that there was virtually nothing she could do with it. She blushed as she realized right then and there how exposed she had been to the crowd of onlookers. How she had been running around with her tits bouncing up and down, the tiny top up and over her breasts, and her skirt bunched up to her waist. She groaned in despair! Sighing she lowered her skirt to the usual position and put the tiny top back on. She moved her arms up and watched as the tips of her nipples showed. She decided not to put her arms up from now on. She jumped a little bit and was dismayed to find that the situation was worst. If she moved too much, her breasts -- unrestrained by a bra -- would bounce a little and make the T-shirt ride up further exposing her to everyone else. She was doomed.

Once she reached the car, after finishing with all the errands her boss had given her; she wondered how she was going to get into the car without exposing herself completely. She looked around and decided to shimmy out of the skirt and take off the top and just get into the car and then put the clothes back on.

Such a thing wasn't a good idea to do when several young teenagers members from the football team at the local high school got a hold of the sight she made when she entered the car. Her butt pointed towards them, her pussy on full display and her tits hanging below. She didn't notice their appearance and just sat down and pulled the micro-skirt on and then the top and proceeded to pull out of the parking spot as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

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As if the day could not get any worst, Becky arrived at promptly eight p.m. and told her she'd be taking her home. Her boss -- kind soul that she was allowed her to leave with the other girl. 

"Well... I heard from my little brother the show you put on just for him. That was nice of you Karen." -- she said whilst smiling towards her. Karen blushed as she recalled that.

"Why did you pick me up?" -- she asked instead of saying something else.

"Well... Michael just informed me -- I told him I'd let you know -- that he was going away for two weeks. And since you left your keys in the pocket of your jeans, I just thought I should give you a ride home."

"Oh." -- she said feeling sad that her boyfriend had gone away without letting her know.

"Here we are." -- Becky said once they reached the corner of the back street that led to Karen's apartment building.

Karen got a hold of her keys and prepared to leave, but not before Becky said...

"Not so fast. You have to give me back my clothes, Karen. I'm a bit sad to know you just about ruined my T-shirt, but oh well; what can we do if you had a little accident."

Karen blushed heavily and stuttered out: "Ok. If you give me back my clothes..."

Becky shook her head in response.

"No can do. I left them at home to go do an errand for my mother and when I returned, the maid had already taken them away to put it in the laundry. So, please give me back my skirt and my top. Undress here now." -- Becky said looking sorry but steely in her response and Karen felt mortified at the thought of walking that street -- which was lit completely and that any moment all of the neighbor's dogs would start barking... this was a nightmare!

But Becky said...

"Karen... if you hesitate any longer... I might be forced to punish you. And you really don't want to be punished, do you?"

She shook her head promptly fearing what kind of punishment would come but not really wanting to know.

She took off the top and the micro-skirt.

Then she opened the door and left holding on tightly to her purse in front of her naked pussy.

A couple of feet away she heard Becky honk out twice and she turned around terrified that someone else would step out to see what was going on.

"No covering your pussy Karen!" -- Becky shouted out loud and Karen just about fainted on the spot.

She bared her pussy once more and went on walking.

All was good until she reached her apartment building and found Scott Tinsdale sitting on the bottom stairs taking a swig of beer from a can. Scott was a good friend to her -- sometimes -- but today she didn't want to see him and definitively didn't want him seeing her as she was now. But she had to go in or else risk being seen by someone else, so she said hello tremulously and just made her way up the stairs feeling Scott's curious but appreciative stare at her naked body.

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The next morning found her lying on her bed naked. She woke up in time to pick up the phone and said a groggy hello.

Which quickly evaporated when she realized who was at the other end of the line.

"Hi Karen! Do I have plans for you today... okay... since you're so quiet today, I'll let you know what you have to do. You have classes today, don't you? Ok. I prepared your outfit for today, but I have it with me here at school. Come on over to the college's back parking lot near the sports track and meet me there in fifteen minutes. If you're a minute later than that... you'll be sorry!" -- and then the phone went dead.

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Needless to say, Karen rushed. She arrived just in time however. The parking lot was almost empty. Karen's class didn't begin up until 10am and it was only fifteen to 8am.

"Hi! Over here Karen! Okay... take off your clothes here and put these on."

Karen nervously looked around before agreeing to the orders and undressed completely. She hadn't worn any underwear because she hadn't managed to find one single piece of cloth in her rush to get dressed and meet the time quota.

She found the top to be kind of what it the T-shirt from yesterday looked liked, except it left her shoulders bare. The top only covered her breasts, but was so silky -- instead of being stretchy -- that it rubbed against her nipples making them stand at attention due to the friction. When she lowered her pants, she was given a wrap-around mini skirt that covered her a bit better but not much from the micro skirt from the day before.

"Ok. Whenever you sit down today on your desk, you'll have to sit on your naked butt and let the skirt cover you like that. Be extra solicitous today to your teachers Karen... and most of all whenever you have to go to the bathroom, you'll have to get naked before entering the stall; then get dressed after you wash and dry your pussy in the lavatories to prevent the skirt from getting wet, ok? Also... I noticed you sometimes go to the outdoor pool to swim on Tuesdays, so I want you to swim in the nude. Ah... since its probable... if you're feeling horny, I encourage you to bring yourself to an orgasm. And that's it. I'll pick you at your job at nine p.m. sharp, ok? Bye bye." -- Becky said whilst grabbing on to her jeans and shirt and leaving her there standing in the middle of the parking lot wearing the outfit she had given her.

Karen was dismayed.

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On math class, she helped with erasing the blackboard and the white board showing off her nipples to the professor's help. Whenever she sat back down in class, she could see everyone turned to look back at her to catch a glimpse of her pussy.

In accounting class, she was the willing participant in all group duties. In literature, with their quirky teacher; she was forced to jump up and down most often than not showing off her tits in their entirety quite a lot. And then finally the dreaded swim at the outdoor pool. Scott had caught her on her way to the pool and would not be dissuaded in leaving her alone until she told him why she had come home in the buff.

At last, knowing he wouldn't leave her alone until she told him; she told him of Becky's treachery. He laughed at her for a full minute before apologizing and then saying that he felt bad for her. She didn't believe him even when she said she was going to swim in the nude and he just smiled.

She felt extremely self-conscious of this fact, but after awhile she forgot all about it. Then she got out, dried herself and got dressed.

"I have a petition if you'd please..." -- he said shyly.

"Yeah?" -- she shyly asked back wondering why she felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Do you think you can let me.. that is... see your pussy up close?" -- she didn't wanted to let him do it, but she did it anyway for reasons unknown to her.

She felt him spread her open with his thick fingers and touch her intimately... it raised shivers up her spine. In the end, she had to tell him to stop because she'd be late to work if he kept on going.

She left.

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Her boss once again told her to do something for her. She told her to wear a gauze and nothing else so that she could take some measurements off her body. There was a client that had the same body type as she and so she had her be her model. For the rest of the afternoon, she was forced to stand there wearing nothing underneath that white gauze that under the stage lights of the store left her bare to the gaze of any and every passerby that stumbled through the street. She was completely mortified.

Nine p.m. promptly showed Becky at the door.

"Hey Miss Sommers!" -- she said.

"Hello Becky! How nice to see you here again! Is there something you'd like?"

"Uh yes... well I came to pick Karen up. See, Michael is away and can't come pick her up as he's sometimes wont to do and well he asked me if I could." -- she said grinning at the woman.

"Oh! That's so nice of you! Yes, Karen can go now. You can change here, since we're all girls." 

Karen didn't wanted to do so, but did so anyway. Her boss bid her goodbye, and she left towards the parking lot two blocks away.

"How silly of me... I forgot to tell you where we should meet. So how did your day go?" -- she asked like she wasn't showing Karen off to the whole student body.

"Ah... it was okay." -- Karen said not wanting to piss Becky off.

"Ok. I want you to take off the clothes now and walk nude with me to the car." -- she said not so pleasantly when giving out the order.

Karen flinched but did so anyway.

Thankfully it was dark outside and not many pedestrians were around. But it was cool, so her nipples stiffening due to the cold was sort of understandable. The cool air around her pussy was not making things better, though. She had been wet all day long and now this? Karen was mortified.

"Okay. Let's walk."

They arrived and Becky wouldn't let Karen in until she gave her, her backpack first. She did after awhile and then she had Karen walk side by side to the car for two more blocks before letting her into the car.

Becky didn't take her home first. Instead she took her to a local park and had her sit nude, with her legs spread completely under a streetlight on a bench.

She took a couple of pictures. Karen shivered anxiously hoping against hope no one came towards them.

After a couple of minutes, Becky said: "I want you to masturbate yourself. We're not leaving until you orgasm three times, each of them have to be completely powerful. And you have to be loud. If you have to scream, then do so."

Karen blushed again but did as Becky asked hesitant to touch herself in front of Becky. She moaned and whimpered like a whore in heat and brought herself to three earth-shattering orgasms that had her spent.

Then Becky took her home.

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Wednesday wasn't much better because Becky said that she'd have to wear a white dress that when the light hit it, it made the dress completely transparent, Karen found out dismayed. And it was shorter than the micro-skirt. Karen went to school feeling terribly anxious.


Blackmail 101



Kevin was an 18-year-old horny teenager; his hormones were always on the go. Everything in a skirt and that had tits was on the menu including his English teacher Miss Johnson, who he had the biggest crush. 

She was a student teacher so fresh out of teacher training, and had the hottest body in school. Kevin got an erection every time she walked in into the classroom. It was all that Kevin could do to hide is massive hard on every time.

Elle Johnson always wore a skirt and a blouse that was unbuttoned enough to see the material of her Lacy bra. Kevin was sick of masturbating over the thought of her in the boys toilets every day at school; he was failing English because his mind wonders on to the topic of Miss Johnson's body.

Elle Johnson was 25 years old and fresh to teaching she had left her last job because she hated the way everyone looked at her. She had informed on her boss, this caused the company to fold as he was stealing money from the pension fund and putting it in off shore bank account. Miss Johnson informed the government about his defrauding and he locked up in prison over it, but the business folded soon after that. She had been forced to quit but her skills lent them self's to teaching, so she got her teaching degree.

Elle enjoyed English at high school herself and decided she would teach that as she held a degree in English lit. The kids made her life a living hell be she expected that as a new teacher, but she soon settled in and grown to know the good kids and the trouble makers in every class, but the only ones that stuck in her head were the ones who did not understand English lit and its place in the world.

One of those kids was Kevin Moore he was bright, but struggled with almost every piece of work that she was give him. Miss Johnson told him if he did not pass her class that he would not graduate this year, and he could be held back a year until he passed. This pissed Kevin off, as he would love to give Miss Johnson a good fucking for just holding him back. His parents were sick to death because his grades were not good enough to get him into university. They kept on going to the school most weeks to try to solve the problem, even bring Kevin extra credit work home with them.

Kevin was never going to pass her class, she may have be the hottest teacher but she could be a first rate bitch. Kevin needed to see Miss Johnson after school ended for the day, but he also had football practice, which he could not get out of, as he was a linebacker in the team this year. 

Kevin went to practice and played for over an hour on the field, but he was still thinking about Miss Johnson's hot body, even when he showered with the rest of the team he all he could think about was fucking her sexy hot body. It gave him a massive hard on in the shower and really struggled to hide it from the other boys.

As Kevin left practice, he noticed that Miss Johnson's car was still in the car park and he wondered if he could grab a quick word with her. Her office was in her classroom just behind the chalkboard, the door to her office stayed locked even if she was in her office. Kevin knocked on the door to her class room but did not get any answer so he open the door and was surprised to hear coming from her office the sounds of a woman moaning in pleasure.

The moaning grow louder every minute as he stood in her empty class room, then all of a sudden he heard what sounded like the deputy heads name been called out by the woman's voice "Oh Mr Rodgers, give me it all now!".

Then silence as the office door started to open, Kevin hide behind a desk hopefully no one would see him there. Kevin saw Mr Rodger leave and then Miss Johnson appeared at the door way, he hair was all over the place and her make-up was coming off her face, she had lost most of her lipstick and there was cum in her hair, at the front.

Kevin fished in his pocket and pulled out his phone, opened it and took photos of Miss Johnson in this state and wondered if he could use them later against her, she left the classroom still in state of undress, her skirt was unzipped at the waist band and her blouse was fully open and her tits where on show. Kevin managed to get it all on his phone as she left, her state of undress had given Kevin a raging hard on which needed to be released quickly. He opens his pants, whipped his cock out, ejaculated all over her desk, and then disappeared outside.

Kevin noticed that Miss Johnson drove off in Mr. Rodgers car and left her car behind in the school car, Mr. Rodgers was a ladies' man.

Elle Johnson was a natural blond her hair had brown highlights, she also had a figure that most women her age would kill for, her waist was slender and sexy hips, she was actually 5'10'' but she always wore heels, which made her 6'2'', and she had the sexiest legs her calf muscles were perfect.

Elle loved having sex in the school building, it was wrong and the thrill of it and the chance if getting caught, made it more exciting then have sex in some else's bed. She knew about Mr. Rodgers reputation when it came to women, but on some level, Elle did not care about it.

A new school day Kevin wonders if he could catch Miss Johnson and have a word with her about his grades this time. He knocked on the door to the classroom and waited.

"Come in." Elle shouted. Kevin opened the door and almost immediate had a hard on in his pants, he swung his bag in front on himself to hide it from her.

"Miss Johnson, I need to pass your class this year. I just don't get English lit its crap and boring Miss." Kevin said.

"Well if you think that then you're not getting a passing grade from me, until you change your attitude Kevin." Elle said crossing her legs in front of him.

"See me after the end of the day and we will look at your grades again." Elle said reclosing her long legs. Kevin noticed that she was wearing a red pair of shoes, high heels again.

"Thanks Miss," Kevin said as he left her classroom, his hard on was killing him, he needed some release some, so he head to the toilet.

Kevin rushed into a cubicle and dropped his pants, his cock standing proud then he got out his phone and opened the photos of Miss Johnson and jacked off until he shot load over the toilet door. Kevin could not wait for the end of the day to talk to her, but when Kevin got to Miss Johnson classroom, she was not there and her office door was open. That was unusual because she always kept it locked. 

Kevin put his head around the door and saw Miss Johnson going up and down on Mr. Rodgers cock and she was in a world of her own. Kevin knew this was perfect; he could use this against her and blackmail her into giving him the grades he needs and maybe more.

Kevin got out his phone and started to video it. This was hot, she had the most amazing pair of tits, and they went up and down even more than she did. The video on his phone cut off after five minutes, he viewed it, wow it was better than his dad's porn movies he had seen. 

Kevin was going to have some fun with Miss Johnson later but he wanted to get home and watch it over again and copy it.

Kevin sat at computer and watching the video of Miss Johnson having sex with the deputy head in her office. The video looked great as Kevin used his iPhone to record the video and the quality was so good, he could not get enough of her. Kevin saved the video on his computer in a safe file, and password protected it from the rest of his family as his dad used the computer while he was at school.

Kevin went to bed with the image of Miss Johnson's tits going over and over in his head, it kept him hard most of the night and he even dreamt about fucking her himself. Kevin rushed around grabbing his school stuff and picking up some cold toast on the way out of the house. The school bus was waiting by the sidewalk as Kevin came out of his house; he got on and patted his pants pocket where his phone was.

School was slow today first sciences, then social studies, and finally recess for lunch. Kevin needed to be quick because he was at the wrong end of the school and needed to cross the school to get to Miss Johnson's classroom before she left for her dinner break.

The chaos of all the hallways as the every classroom emptied at the same time, you had to be clever and move very quickly through the maul of all the other students. Kevin to cross the main school building in minutes dodging everyone and dragging his bag behind him as he went at some speed to get to Miss Johnson's classroom.

He got there as she was about to leave her room and go for lunch, "Miss I need a word it will not long." Kevin said as he entered her room.

"What is it Kevin I am not in the mood for your excuse for not turning up yesterday!" Elle said as she put on her jacket.

"Miss I did come to here yesterday and I waited but when I hear moaning coming from your office and I saw something, well I should show you!" Kevin said as he opened the video app on his iPhone.

The video showed Miss Johnson riding the deputy's cock like a rodeo star on her desk. Elle was stunned into silence by this video. She walked backwards into her chair and slumped down in to it. She could not believe this boy had that video and how it put her into a comprising position. It reminded her of her last job, were she caught her boss defrauding the pension fund for his own ends.

"What do you want Kevin, a passing grade for it!" Elle said defiant in Kevin's presents 

"Yes Miss. I want a passing grade for the rest of the year too." Kevin said.

"Can you delete the video now Kevin!" Elle said, feeling violated by him "Of course Miss, I got another copy at home, to enjoy Miss Johnson." Kevin said with a glint in his eye.

"Kevin, you got what you wanted from me please stop this before you go any further with it." Elle said pleading to his better nature, but Kevin had other ideas.

"Don't worry Miss Johnson, I will not tell anyone about what you have been doing with Mr. Rodgers, but if you tell anyone I will put this video on the schools website." Kevin said as he put his hand on her silk covered leg. He rubbed her thigh just above the hem of her skirt.

Elle realized this boy was blackmailing her and he had real ammunition in the form of a video. For the first time in her life she panicked, want does he want of me. She knew she would have to tell the head master about this, but would she believe her. The situation was way of control, Elle opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"So Miss, have you decided to play ball. I can end you life here." Kevin said very coldly

"Yes Kevin I will give you anything you want as long as you don't post that video on the school's website." Elle said as Kevin's grip on her thigh become a lot more firm. Kevin knew this was turning him on and he was getting an erection. He unzipped his pants and released his cock to Elle's surprise.

"I want to suck off until I come, do you understand me Miss Johnson." Kevin said as he peeled his foreskin back to revel the head of his cock. Elle felt his other hand mover up her leg and inside towards her damp panties. Elle pulled back but Kevin held her firm.

"Please not this, it's wrong Kevin you're a student and I am one of your teachers." Elle was still pleading even if she had damp panties that were just her body's natural response, and the fact was he did not turn her on.

"Oh come on Miss you're wet, I know you what this suck me off now." Kevin said as he held his cock at the entrance of her mouth. Elle turned her head away as Kevin came, closer to her, his cock hit her cheek and almost went into her eye. Kevin's fingers rubbed her cunt lips through the fabric of her panties. She caught herself liking it and let out a sigh of relief, Kevin heard this and redoubled his effort and she started to respond to his fingers. Kevin took hold of her jaw, forced her mouth open, and slipped his cock into her mouth. 

"Don't use your teeth or I will post it Miss." Kevin said as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Elle had never sucked a cock before the feeling of it made her feel sick. How could anyone do this and like it. Elle's tongue tried to push his cock out but Kevin kept enough pressure on the back of her head.

Kevin soon blow his load in her mouth, the taste of his sperm was foul. He pulled out and was still hard but he stepped back, as Elle choked and spat it out all over legs. Elle hated him for that but she was worried about what would come next. She coughed it all out, Kevin stood and there and was videoing it. 

Kevin put away his still hard cock but this time he was satisfied with that. Elle gave him a dirty look and Kevin just turned around and left her choking. Kevin went to the lunch hall and sat down; he wondered how far he could take it, now he was blackmailing Miss Johnson.

Elle felt violated by him but she knew he would be back, as they people like him never stop until they get what they want. Elle had not noticed that her hand was under her skirt and she was now fingering herself. It felt like her cunt was on fire she hooked her panties to one side and stoked her clit. The feeling was amazing he caused, Elle slid a finger in her cunt and let out a small cry as it entered. The bell sounded for the end of recess and Elle woke from her dream like state.

Kevin enjoyed the rest of day, knowing what he had done was the first part of his plan to get a passing grade and to get her to see everything from his point of view. Elle went the rest of the day wearing her wet panties until she left the building. There he was again Kevin but this time he was leaning against her car.

"Hey Miss I enjoyed lunchtime and I know you did too." Kevin said taunting her. "What is your name as I can't keep calling you Miss Johnson?"

"It's Elle! Now get off my car! And go home Kevin." Elle said as she put her bags down and got out her car keys. She sat down and her panties were still wet as she wriggled in the seat they made it almost impossible for her the drive without feeling wet. Elle hitched her skirt up around her butt, felt for the band of her panties, and started to pull them down her legs. She noticed how wet she actually was, but she put in down the natural responses' again. She got to her feet, and heard a loud band against the car window, and it was Kevin yet again.

"Elle I see your all wet, let's have them, your panties." Kevin gestured for Elle to hand over her damp panties, but she did not want to give him any more ammunition, as he did not need them to use against her. 

"No Kevin! You're not getting them!" Elle said from her car seat.

"Ok if that's what you want, I go home and post your video then." Kevin knowing she would hand them over in a second because of that video. She saw him start to walk away from her car; she quickly put the car into gear and caught up to him. He continued to walk ignoring her as she pulled up and match his walking speed Elle drove slowly.

"Please Kevin can we work something out that doesn't include you blackmailing me." Elle pleased as she drove, Kevin was not interested in her pleading, and he stopped. "Give me a lift home and I will have your wet panties now! Elle." Kevin said as he lent into Elle's car.

"Ok! Here have them, but it nasty and not right." Elle said as Kevin got into her car. He closed the car door and Elle drove off, Kevin put his hand on her leg as the car entered traffic. Elle found it really off putting as he stroked her leg as she drove. His hand moved under the hem of her skirt and knowing that Elle was not wearing any panties.

Kevin liked the feeling of Elle's stockings on her leg, edged upwards towards her mound; Kevin's fingers glided alone the inside of her legs. Elle hated Kevin's fingers as he reached between her legs, she knew she was wet, but was not helped because he had caused it by doing this to her. Elle had to concentrate on driving as Kevin's fingers lightly touched her.

Thankfully, that traffic was light as Elle drove Kevin home, he was now teasing her even if her body was betraying her, but her will power was a lot stronger. As Elle pulled up out front of Kevin's house, he had not noticed as he had started to probe her wetness with the tips of his fingers.

"We are here! You can stop that now!" Elle said as she grabbed his wrist from between her legs. The look on Kevin's face actually scared Elle for the first time; Kevin smiled as he sucked on his fingertips.

"See you tomorrow after the end of school Elle, and we can pick up, were we left off." Kevin said as he grabbed his bag from the car. He leant the gear stick over and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. Elle sat there and tried to figure out how this had happen to her, she straitened her skirt, then without thinking, she drove off causing her car to wheel spin as she pulled off. 

Elle got home and sat down to her nightly ritual of marking the day's work, but her mind went over what had happened in her car to her. As she went over the details she never noticed how wet she was actually getting. She tried her best to ignore it; she ran herself a hot bath and lit many candles to help her forget that little weasel.

Kevin was happy with himself, as he smelt her damp panties, she smelt of flowers and a deep note of musk. He wondered what perfume Elle Johnson wore, it really set off her natural smell so well; the taste of her was still in his mouth he had to get more of her. This caused Kevin to get just another erection but this one pure joy as he used Elle's panties to catch in cum in, this only added to the pleasure and the smell. He sat there wondering what she would look like covered in his cum all over her face. Kevin was at peace with himself as he went to bed tomorrow would be a great day.

Elle soaked herself in the bath even topping up the water, to keep it nice and hot. She even fell asleep in the bath which was so relaxing, after spending a few hours just soaking away the day, she dried herself off and head to bed as she knew that tomorrow was going to be a lot more difficult come the end of the day. Maybe she could call in sick or even leave early to avoid him doing any more to her, but he still had that video of her and the deputy head together in a very compromising situation. 

Sleep only came to Elle because of the ordeal of the day had taken a lot from her emotionally, but in her mind, she would never break in front of Kevin, even if her body had betrayed her to him...



Blackmail 101 Ch. 02



The end of the day came sooner than Elle expected, she started to put the day's work away in her bag for marking that night. She knew that Kevin would be there soon as he promised to see her, as he held the video over her.

Elle got up from her desk in her office and made her way towards her car in the car park. There was no sight of that little bastard Kevin in school but when Elle got to her car, he was leaning against her car as if he owned it.

"Hi Elle, you thought I forgot about you." Kevin said as he stood up straight. Elle had hoped that he wasn't going remember about what he had done to her.

"Do you mind I'm going home now?" Elle stood her ground as she gripped her car keys in her hand, wanting the hit him. "I have had a long day and, you're the last thing I want to deal with, got me!"

Kevin was impressed; she had started to fight back and this make thing a lot interesting. Elle opened her car and started to get in; Kevin opened the passenger door and climbed in before Elle could say anything, she was tried and wanted nothing to do with him not today any way.

Elle started to notice she was getting wet between her legs, but she wasn't even thinking about him in any sexual way. He a student of hers and this was wrong in so many ways, let alone that she hated him for the video he held against her.

"Come on let's see your place tonight Elle, I'm dying to see your little fuck pad, Miss."As Kevin's hand found her leg again, this time Kevin was a lot faster to reach the inside of Elle's legs "Mmm Miss your nice and wet down there just how I like my whore!" This shocked Elle as she considered herself as no one's whore.

"Stop that you little pig, and get out of my car!" Elle said as she pulled his hand from damp wet panties. 

"Okay if that's want you want, then I will download the video and this can all end." Kevin said as he got out of the car. Elle knew that if he posted that video her, her life as a teacher would be over.

"Please don't do it I really need this job, I can't afford to lose another job." Elle pleaded with him, Kevin knew that he had her on the ropes but why did she say another job. 

"So what will it be the video or your job?" Kevin said. "Okay Kevin why don't get in and I will show you my place." Elle said.

Elle turned to the key in the ignition and waited for Kevin to get back into her car. Kevin didn't need to be told twice; he got in a put his seat belt on and slid his hand onto Elle's leg as she drove to her home. Kevin knew that he was going to enjoy himself breaking her will, Kevin felt her wet panties as she drove, wow she really wanted this bad Kevin thought to himself.

They arrived at Elle's place a nice uptown apartment; there was no way she could afford this on her teacher's wage, Kevin's fingers had made way passed her panties and now were in her cunt, Elle was moaning and digging her finger nails into the steering wheel trying not to give in to Kevin.

Elle got out of her car and readjusted her panties and waited for Kevin to get out so she could lock her car up. 

"Let's make this quick so you can go back to your home!" Elle said as she fished her apartment keys out of her jacket pocket. Elle was unsure what Kevin had in store for her, but as she was on home turf she would have an advantage on him this time. Kevin entered her home and soon made he welcome.

"Come on Elle, I want a cold beer and want you seat next to me while we watch TV together." Kevin patted the set next to him on the sofa; Elle found herself complying with his every demand he made of her. Even if she wanted him out of her place so she could get some work done, through gritted teeth.

Kevin put his can of beer down and started to maul Elle's breasts, Elle hated every second of his hands touching her but she knew were was nothing she could do. Elle repeated over and over I don't want this and I don't like this, in the head as Kevin moved his hands all over her body. It wasn't long after Kevin started that Elle's body really started to betray her. She started to moan out loud as Kevin took control.

Elle acted like she was on heat, her mind repeated the mantra over and over but Kevin soon was working her body over so well. By the time Elle opened her eyes Kevin had half undressed, her panties were down at her ankles, her blouse was off and her bra was hanging off one shoulder. Even her well kept hair was a mess; it shocked her back into reality.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? You fuck!" Elle got up almost falling over her own panties, she took hold of them and pulled them back up and tried to reclaim some dignity, "Get out now you little fuck Kevin, now!" Elle pointed to the door of her apartment. Kevin got up and simply smiled at her, then winked, "See you tomorrow before recess Miss," as he left.

Elle locked up the door after he left and felt really dirty, mainly because she had let him in and let him do that to her, the main reason was that her body had enjoyed it, was it rape or was it something else. The image of his fingers moving all over her, made her feel sick and unattractive. Elle forgot about her nightly ritual of marking the day's work and went straight to having a long hot soak in the tub.

Elle ran the water, added her favourite bath salts and lit all the candles she had, the mood was perfect, so perfect she could fall asleep and forget about what had just happened to her even the fact that he held a comprising video of her in her office with the deputy head of the school. Tomorrow was going to be different she was going to be in control not him in class, Elle lay in the bath for hours soaking until there was no more hot water in the water tanks.

Kevin knew that English lit was going to be a great class, how many students can say they have fingered the hottest teacher in school and watched them enjoy it so much. The idea of gaining access to Miss Johnson's sweet cunt was heaven and those perfect tits of hers gave him an erection, which Kevin was able to come twice.

Elle arrived at school looking like she was in control of her life, she handed out detentions to anyone who even looked at her wrong today, in her mind she was on form again, looking hot and being a ball-breaker at the same time. Kevin was due into the next class and she was in the mood to lay down the law to everyone. The bell rang and the chaos started as the kids moved from class to class, Kevin strolled in and saw Elle. The first thing he did was to cup his balls; this caused Elle to almost lose her composure.

The bell rang again sounding the beginning of the class. Elle looked more than stunning; she wore a grey short skirt suit with black tights and black heels and her hair up in a bun. She looked more like a professor than a high school teacher from any of the teen movies.

"Now class we are going to start a new project today it's will in two parts; first will be a paper from each of you, which will be at least 6,000 words long on Dylan Thomas and the second will be a oral presentation on why William Wordsworth was the writer he was, and they are both going towards your passing grade at the end of this year." Elle presented the class with a big smile on her face.

There was an audible groan from across the class room; nearly all sank in their seats as they heard what was going to be asked of them. The jocks and cheerleaders looked at each other and wondered what the fuck has any of that got to do with them as they all knew that they were dead poets. Kevin was the only jock in class who did not worried about the project because he knew how to ace this one. He didn't care about who they were but he would pass this, with a good grade this time and no help from coach pushing his grade averages up to make the team.

Elle knew this would challenge her class, but as it had some of the brightest people in her class and she wanted to push them. The class went by in silence as most of the class got down to studying the new project. Kevin sat there and waited for the end of class to come, he wanted the inside scoop on everyone and Elle was going to give it him one way or the other.

The bell for recess rang and the class room emptied as fast as it filled. The only one left setting was Kevin; he took his time packing his books back into his bag.

"Elle I enjoyed last night and so did you, by the way you moaned." Kevin smiled as he talked, "I think I should see you finger that sweet cunt of your now, in your office if you want? Or I should just see the principle now."

Elle didn't say a word as she got out the keys to her office out of her pocket, she opened the door for Kevin trying to trap him in there but he stood he ground

"No no, ladies first." As Kevin became a gentleman for a second. "Leave the keys in the door and I will lock it Elle, don't worry I will not let anyone in on our secret Elle."

"Now come Elle get on your desk and spread your legs wide, and remove your panties so I can see that wet sweet cunt of yours." Kevin said while he got out his iPhone again but this time Elle was going to allow her filmed. "Hitch your skirt up so the camera can get a clear view of your cunt Elle."

Elle hated the word cunt it was so degrading; now he was asking no telling her to finger her own pussy as she called it. She had played with herself while in college and even had a girlfriend eat her out, but she never even thought about it, not even in a hot bath.

Elle got on her desk and then hitched her grey skirt up around her butt and then slide her fingers under the top band of her panties and slid them off so they were around her ankles like the night before, but before she knew it Kevin had whipped them off her and had them in his hand. 

"Can I have them back please Kevin?" Elle pleaded, he just shook his head and they disappeared into his pocket. He gestured to Elle to carry on. She put one finger in her mouth and sucked on it until it was wet; sucking on it like it was a lollipop. It slid out of ell's mouth looking nice and wet and then she pressed it against her clit. The feeling was a great relief as it relaxed very muscle in her body, then Elle did the same again with another finger but this one went on to her cunt lips, she felt her nail rub against them it was very much different than a cock.

Kevin was getting hard as Elle picked up the pace, she plunged two fingers deep between the folds of her cunt lips. It wasn't deep but Elle unknowingly let out a moan of pleasure in front of Kevin. Elle seemed to be in world of her own as her fingers went back and forth in her cunt. Elle had totally forgotten about where she was and who were. 

Kevin shoot his load without even touching himself, because Elle was that good, even better than the models he had seen in hid dads porn films. Elle's cunt was so wet that she really started to leak even more than last night, the light in her office shined off it and into the camera lens.

The bell signalling the end of recess rang and Elle was coming down from herself high, she was now enjoying the taste of her own cunt on her fingers, as it slow dawned on her that Kevin had filmed everything, now she felt even more panic than before.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself too much there Elle, I could have joined you at any moment, and I was so horny for you. Even shoot my load in my pants over you." The look on Kevin's face said it all to Elle. "So I'm guessing your place tonight and don't worry my dad he knows I'm staying out tonight, he thinks with the lads, but now with you."

"Can I please have my panties back now Kevin?" Elle pleaded again.

"No! I'm keeping them as a trophy for the day my dear." Kevin told her as he put away his phone in his pocket "So what time should a call around then Elle, I know I will call around after football practice tonight."

Elle was no position to bargain as she just performed for him, she felt dirty as if the whole school had just watched her do it. Elle hung her head and she straightened up her skirt she felt strange wearing no panties, the shame she had brought on the teaching rested on her shoulder alone today.

"Okay Elle after practice it is then." Kevin said as he left her in her office, Elle wanted to the day not end, but it did as usual. She headed out to her car and heard the boys on the football pitch practicing their line-out, throwing and passing wide as they had a major match on in few days with a rival school that were higher than them in the league.

Elle knew that coach would drill the whole team until it dropped and that might tier Kevin out to much that he would fall asleep if Elle's luck was in.

Elle got down to some real work as she marked the day's work which had been handed in, she was so carried away with it she had total forgotten to put on fresh pair of panties, when she came in. An hour into marking and Elle heard a knock at the door; she was almost lost in her own world of the English literature. It was Kevin standing there waiting to come in, he did not wait long as he invited himself in. As he dropped his school bags Elle went weak at the knees, her cunt started to moist without her touch, but this time she was not going to give in to him......



Blackmail 101 Ch. 03



Kevin walked in Elle's place and went straight for the bathroom to freshen up; Kevin stripped and got into the shower. He ached from all the practice that coach had put him through, the water refreshed him and the thought of the night with a hot teacher in bed with him.

Elle was panicking as she heard Kevin in the shower. This wasn't like school were someone could save her, she was at the mercy of him and his whims, Elle's body had started to betrayer her, she could feel her cunt was moisten and her breasts feel hard in her bra. She knew what would happen if she didn't stop Kevin, but she had no idea how to stop him. The sound of the shower stopped and he would be out soon to assault her sexually.

Kevin made his way to the living room wearing just a towel around his waist, his feet made wet foot marks which lead back towards the bathroom, and he was physically fit as the towel framed a pair of abs and a ripped six-pack Elle thought but he would be lot more cuter if he wasn't blackmailing her and he was a student, Elle would be dating him. 

Kevin watched Elle as she panicked but noticed how hot she was, her thin waist, her long legs and the prefect pair of tits. Elle was no high school girl she was real woman, now his woman, his cock had gotten hard under the towel and looked like a pitched tent between his legs.

"Elle what should we do as we have all night together!" Kevin said as he took a seat on the sofa, he loosened the towel and spread his legs wide, as he was still damp between his legs from the shower.

"Sit down and relax Elle." She found herself calming down and doing as he asked, she sat next to but she refused to look at him even if he was half naked. Her body wanted his touch but she tried to muster to willpower to deny him the pleasure of taking her. Kevin put one of his hands on Elle's leg and the other one on her shoulder, the feeling of his hands over Elle sent her over the edge as Elle started to really relax as she opened her legs wide for him.

Kevin's hand slipped under her skirt and found that Elle had not put on a fresh pair of panties; her cunt was wet as Kevin slide a finger into her, in response Elle let a small moan out as he pressed lightly against her clit. Kevin's other hand moved over Elle's shoulder hooking a finger under her bra strap and then letting it fall down her arm under her blouse.

Elle was in heaven; Kevin's touch was light but firm at the same time. Kevin was in no rush as wanted Elle to beg him to fuck her.

"Now it's your turn Elle, I want you to feel my body as I have done to you." Kevin moved nearer to Elle. Kevin took hold of Elle's hand gently and placed it on his six-pack. "Feel how hard it is Elle." Elle found herself liking the feel of his body, she undid his towel and saw his cock standing upright, the will to deny had was still there but it was ebbing away with every second of feeling him. 

Elle ran her fingers all over the head of his cock, and pressed it lightly between her thumb and fore finger, Elle noticed he wasn't as big as most men but he was really wide and his fore skin was cut. Kevin watched as he saw her play with his cock like a joystick, grabbing and then releasing it and then only to taste her fingers. Elle started to enjoy herself as she felt a wave of pleasure hit her, she could not understand why but she went with it.

Kevin undid her blouse one button at a time so he could enjoy the view of her breasts being held in her bra, it looked like she was wearing a bra which was one cup size too small for her, as they seemed to be spilling over the lacy cups of her bra. Elle's blouse came off and her bra was only on one shoulder but she still looked hot. Kevin found it more difficult as Elle's grip on his cock was getting harder.

"Stop that! I want you enjoy yourself Elle." Kevin snapped the look on Elle's face was if she had done something wrong. Kevin got on his knees in front of Elle and parted her legs causing her skirt to ride up and for Elle to expose her now wet cunt to Kevin. He cupped her left breast and kissed it through the material of Elle's lacy bra. Elle could feel her nipples become sensitive as Kevin kissed her breast, now her body had betrayed her, she could no longer deny the fact that she was enjoying herself. 

Elle watched herself as Kevin took control, seemed not to rush himself as he licked and sucked on her breasts. Kevin unhooked her bra and removed it from her body and moved towards her skirt. He unzipped it and pulled it over her butt and then down her legs. Elle was almost naked; all she had on was a pair of white stockings. 

Kevin put his hands on both of Elle's breasts and he put his tongue on her mound and moved it in circles flicking her clit and causing Elle to scream out loud. The taste of Elle was intoxicating to Kevin; he released his hands so he could open her cunt wider. Elle put her hands on the back of Kevin's head so he could get deeper into her. His fingers opened her cunt wider so he could really taste her good. The sheer ecstasy coming of Elle was amazing, she was moaning so loud even crying out his name in joy. 

Kevin was enjoying the fact of Elle was now screaming his name, her cunt was leaking so bad she came from just his tongue. As she was coming down from orgasm Kevin stopped licking her cunt out and sat back an enjoyed the sight.

"Your turn, I want a good blow-job from you Elle!" Kevin said as Elle was recovering from the best orgasm she had, had in a long time. Elle had never really liked giving a blow-job; because of the thought of putting a cock in her mouth was nasty. The last time Elle had given a blow-job she had choked and gagged just on the taste alone.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you!" Kevin told her as she looked innocently at him. He got up off the floor and walked over to her and stood between her legs, with his cock still hard hugging his frame. 

"Now open up, and take me you bitch! I given you head now I want it from you." Kevin bluntly said. Elle's mind was spinning because of her orgasm, her willpower was almost gone but this returned her to ground zero, she couldn't believe he had just eat her cunt out but he was so good at it.

Kevin didn't wait for Elle to open her mouth, he took hold of her jaw and forced it open and then forced his cock into her mouth. The sheer surprise of her face made Kevin smile and start to move his cock back and forth.

"Now don't use your teeth, bitch!" Kevin fucked her mouth. The taste was making Elle feel sick and forced her to remember the last time she gave oral sex but this was worse than that.

"You're going to swallow every last drop of mime cum, bitch!" Kevin said as he now fucked Elle's mouth, his rhythm picked up as Kevin held Elle's head still as he fucked her face harder, Elle tried to break free but Kevin's grip was too tight for Elle to brake.

He shot his cum into her mouth but refused to let go of her head, so Elle could spit it out. Elle knew the cum was only going one way, down her throat it had pooled at the back of her throat but Elle still refused to swallowed.

"Swallow in now or I post that video of you, Bitch!" Kevin held his cock in her mouth with his hands around her head. The sound of a gulp came from Elle as she swallowed all of his cum. Kevin withdrew his cock from her mouth and Elle started to choke but all Kevin could do was to laugh at her.

"Happy now you fucking pig!" Elle said trying to bring back up his cum she had swallowed, Elle was on her hands and knees trying to be sick. Kevin quickly moved behind Elle and slides his cock into her wet cunt and started to fuck her. 

The shock to Elle as she felt his cock enter her, she tried to get up and run but Kevin took hold of her butt and dug his fingers in and refused to let go. The feeling of Elle's cunt was amazing it was very tight almost if she was still a virgin, but Kevin did have her on video bouncing up and down on the deputy principal's cock in her office.

"This is the tightest cunt I have ever fucked." Kevin said as he used her like a school girl. Elle's mind was losing it again, the battle to give in to all this pleasure and the battle to deny him the pleasure of taking her. In the middle of all this was Elle's body which was enjoying the feeling of Kevin's cock in it, she started to push back on every thrust Kevin made and started to moan again. 

"Oh my god, fuck me harder you fucking pig!" Elle found herself saying to Kevin. Elle's body was enjoying the sheer pleasure of being fucked. Her tits were swinging as she meet every thrust Kevin gave. He released one hand only to grab her hair, this caused Elle pain as her head was yanked upwards by Kevin. Now Kevin knew she was a true bitch she even liked the pain he was causing her by pulling hard on her hair

"Now ride my cock, my bitch and ride it hard!" Kevin treated her like the dog she was. Elle kept on moaning even if the pain was unbearable, it just added to the pleasure of his big fat cock in her cunt.

"Beg me, to cum in your cunt you bitch!" Kevin said as he now pounded Elle's cunt with no mercy.

"Please cum in my cunt, Sir!" Elle pleaded though her moans.

"That's now not begging bitch! Now do it right?" Kevin said as he slapped Elle's butt.

"Please sir, cum in my cunt please Sir." Elle moaned.

"As you asked me right bitch, here you are!" Kevin said as seconds later he came into Elle's cunt, as came Elle had another orgasm while she felt his cum pump into her womb. The battle was over in Elle's mind she had give into the pleasure that he gave her.

"Did you enjoy yourself Elle?" 

"Oh yes I did Sir." Elle had unknowingly called him sir again.

"I want your butt now, my slut teacher" Kevin slapped Elle across the butt even harder. Kevin slid his hard cock out of her cunt and placed it at the entrance of Elle's little brown hole, cum was still dripping from Kevin's cock so he wiped some over her hole and then pushed his head slowly in. This caused Elle to scream in pain.

"Pull it out now Sir" Elle cried out in pain.

"That's just the head of my cock. I want my entire shaft in you! My bitch" Kevin said as he withdrew and tried again.

"Please Sir you are too big for me Sir." Elle pleaded on her knees again.

"You don't realise that you don't have any choose now! I own you now bitch!"

"Please don't Sir, I will do anything but not this Sir." Elle pleaded in vain.

Kevin pushed again against her brown star but this time the head of his cock slid in Elle screamed out loud in pain as she felt him invade her butt, Kevin took a small breather, he could believe how tight she was, and how she was gripping his cock. Kevin pushed his cock a bit further in to Elle's butt, all Elle was to scream as it hurt in so many ways, and she remembered that her virginity was not this painful.

"You're amazing I'm almost all the way in your butt Elle." Kevin said as his cock inched forward into her butt. Kevin stopped and Elle was happy it was over, then he started to move back and forth in Elle's butt, Kevin could believe how Elle's butt was sucking him back in as soon as he pulled away.

"Stop moving, it hurting me! Please Kevin" Elle cried through her tears. Now Elle wished that the video had never been recorded, this had never happened. The pain was becoming unbearable but she could not believe it was happening at all, her mind was in turmoil how anyone could enjoy this. Elle's body started to grow accustom to Kevin's cock in her butt. Kevin was now fucking her butt like a man possessed. 

"I knew your cunt was going to good, but your butt is so much better, it wants my cock in it." Kevin was now pounding her butt like it was going out of fashion. Elle had to admit her body was enjoying the assault from Kevin but her mind was still in denial very much. Kevin finished in her bowels by shooting a large load of cum deep in her rectum; he pulled out to the sound of a plop and the image of Elle's brown star still wide open.

"I 'm taking another shower, are you coming to join me Elle" Kevin got up form him knees and started to walk past Elle who was flat out over the floor and very sweaty. Elle looked at him with a half dazed face, but she slowly got to her knees and felt a pain deep inside as if someone had kicked her in the guts. The pain almost caused Elle to fall back to the floor but Kevin catch her as she feel, Elle looked again at Kevin but this time she was happy that he had caught her before she had hit the floor.

"You all right Elle, are you hurt." Kevin said as he held her steady, Elle mind wonder were this good mannered man had been, because he had just assaulted her body.

"Oh I'm good Sir, thanks for asking." Elle replied as she got to her feet, then she walked into the bathroom and started to run the shower. Kevin strolled in to see Elle looking into the mirror in a dreamy state.

"You alright babe, come on and let's get that shower before the hot water goes" Kevin said standing behind her, he held her so tight but gently. 

"Come on babe." Kevin said softly into Elle's ear, she found herself sharing a shower with Kevin as he cleaned her; his touch was very gentle again. The water poured over Elle while Kevin kissed and licked every inch of her wet body, the feel was pure bliss but he was still her student but he had become more than just a student today he had taken her to orgasm twice in one day. The most of Elle had ever in the way of orgasms, all her past ones was when she faked it, but he given her two very real ones. Elle enjoyed to feeling of Kevin's tongue against her skin even between the folds of her cunt, it sore but it gave her some pleasure. Elle's butt hole hurt but even the feeling of his tongue cleaning her closely, but it felt good on some level. 

Elle noticed as she watched Kevin lick her clean in the shower that he had another erection, but this time she was not going to shy away from it, because it had given her, her first real orgasms.

"Please Sir I want you're cum over my face." Elle said as she stopped Kevin from licking her out from between legs. 

"In time babe, but I want to finish cleaning you up babe." Kevin said as he went back to licking the folds of her beautiful cunt. Elle put her hands out on the walls as yet another orgasm hit her, Kevin's tongue knew how to work me she thought as the wave of pure pleasure hit her again and again. Kevin knew he was giving her pleasure and all he demanded was that she stand there and enjoy the pleasures of it.

Elle collapsed in the corner of the shower and all Kevin could do was to join her on the floor in the shower. The water soon became cold and Elle opened the shower door and grabbed a big towel and started to dry herself off, without thinking she walked into her bedroom, Kevin turned off the shower and followed Elle almost right behind her.

Kevin was surprised by Elle's bed a classic four poster bed something right out of a fairy tale even with the lace draped over the corners of the bed posts. The whole was room something from a fairy tale maybe Cinderella or the Little Princess not the books but the films. Elle dried off and put on a long silk night dress that show her curves off and her wonderful breasts. 

She open the well made bed and got in and she watched Kevin dry himself quickly, it made Elle laugh but a it was a cute laugh, Kevin got dry and into bed with Elle and put his arm around her frame and kissed her full on the lips and slid his tongue in only to be meet with Elle's tongue, he only broke the kiss to take a deep breath.

"What's up Sir, don't you want me now." Elle questioned the reason why he stopped kissing her.

"I want you babe, all the time now even when we go back to school in the morning, I crave you Elle in some many ways." Kevin was now bearing his heart to Elle now.

"I know Sir I want you too." Elle confessed to Kevin and to herself for the first time, since this all started. Kevin soon dropped off to sleep holding Elle's frame, Elle made no attempt to get away or to move, she was really happy being held by Kevin and soon found she was falling asleep too...



Blackmail 101 Ch. 04



Elle woke up and got out of bed, she looked back at the bed and saw Kevin still sound asleep, Elle walked into the bathroom opened the door to the shower and turned it on, she let the silk night dress fall to the floor and stepped into the shower. The water was hot and awoke her fully, the hot water ran down her back and between her butt cheeks, it caused her some pain as it hit her butt hole but it didn't matter anymore, Elle took the shampoo from it shelf in the shower, opened the bottle and squeezed some out and applied it to her hair while the water ran.

The shampoo stung her eyes while Elle washed her hair, then Elle washed the rest of herself, her mind went back to last night as she caressed her body, Kevin had lovely licked every inch clean even given her an orgasm in the shower just with his tongue, Elle fingers moved over her mound and played with her clit, Elle could feel something building inside her, without thinking she slid two fingers into her cunt, she ached her back as the joy of her own fingers worked her cunt.

The moaning woke Kevin in the bedroom, he noticed he woke up supporting an erection, maybe it was the fact that he had a beautiful woman who needed him or it could have been the moaning coming from the bathroom. He got up and out of the bed and walked into the bathroom and saw Elle in the shower with her fingers in her own cunt in pleasure.

"Yes Kevin I need you in me now!" came from Elle in the shower, she was totally unaware that Kevin was watching her, Kevin just stood with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The bathroom filled with steam from the shower, the shower door was covered in mist. Kevin went over to the shower door and slid it open, he cupped one of Elle's breasts and squeezed it gently, by this time Elle's orgasm had take over her. Kevin stepped into the shower behind Elle and placed his hands on her hips.

"Sorry did I wake you Sir."

"No I just needed a shower to so I joined you, you don't mind babe."

"Oh no Sir, please fuck me I need you in me Sir." Elle turned her head and kissed Kevin on the lips like a lover would do. Kevin's cock rested between Elle's butt cheeks, she felt it move as Kevin moved with her. Elle turned to face him and he slid his cock into her wet cunt, Kevin knew she saw willingly giving herself to him now. After twenty minutes Kevin shot his morning load of cum into Elle's waiting womb, Kevin got out of the shower and then turned around and helped Elle out; he could see his cum drip from her cunt down her leg and smiled.

Elle got dressed in front of Kevin as she had nothing to hide from him now, while he sat down Elle put on a pair of panties and a revealing bra on.

"You better take a second pair of panties to school with you babe." Kevin said as he watched Elle cover her sexy body with clothes.

Your right Sir, I might need them later, "Elle said "Oh you will babe, trust me on that." Kevin winked at Elle in a sexy way, next a black short skirt with a long spilt up it, followed by a white blouse, Elle started to button it up but stopped one button short of showing her full cleavage to the world and a matching black jacket to the skirt and finally, her trademark high heels, these were black too open at the back of the heel and at the toes. Elle usual wore stocking with her skirt suit be today she felt really confidant about herself.

Kevin watched the transformation of Elle into the hot teacher he wanted, he knew looked hot and the clothes were a big part of her image, but he also knew she looked even better naked and on the floor.

"I am going shopping for you later today Sir; I need to get some sexy lingerie Sir." Elle said.

"I am looking forward to see you in it tonight babe."As Kevin waved Elle over to where he was sitting, he put his hand on her smooth leg and moved it up toward her fresh clean white panties. Kevin fingered Elle through the material of her panties and made her wet again.

"Keep them on until recess babe and then we can have some fun." As Kevin hooked under the front of them and slid a finger into her wet cunt.

"Oh yes Sir I will."Elle answered in a moan. She had become very responsive to Kevin's touch. Elle was unaware that she was late for her morning weekly meeting of the English department at school, she left Kevin in her apartment and went down to the garage parking space and got into her car and drove to school.

Elle was late for the meeting as she was the head of the English department this looked bad that she couldn't make it to her own weekly meetings on time. All the time at the meeting all Elle could think about what should I buy to wear for Kevin tonight, but that was later first she was going to have some fun in the lunch time recess, Elle sat through the meeting and did not take anything in, her mind wander back the sex she had this morning in the shower with him.

Classes were a blur for Elle as she waited in her class room for the bell sounded for lunchtime recess, the last before recess was slow as most of the students kept asking questions about the term paper they had to hand in and the oral examination they had to give as well. Elle refused to back down on granting anyone any more time this term as she was already behind with the last terms main paper.

The bell sounded and the classroom emptied a lot quicker than it had filled as the students made their way to lunch, Elle locked the door to her classroom and drew the blinds over the door, she sat down in her chair, pulled her skirt up around her waist and slipped her hand under the band of her panties and felt how wet she really was from this morning. Without thinking she slid two fingers into her wet cunt and relaxed back into her chair and the feeling of her fingers working her cunt and a third touching her own clit was amazing.

A loud bang at the door startled Elle back to reality she jumped out of her seat and looked around one side of the blinds and saw Kevin waiting in the hallway. Elle unlocked the door and hushed Kevin in quickly, as the hallways were being patrolled at lunchtimes by the hallway monitors. Kevin saw that Elle was flushed red and her finger were wet and smelt of her wet cunt.

"Now have you been playing with yourself babe, while I have been away?" Kevin said as he put his school bag down on the floor next to Elle's desk. Elle look downwards towards the floor away from Kevin's face.

"Yes Sir I have just been playing with myself." Elle looked very submissive,"Don't worry about it I want to you enjoy yourself when you are alone babe." Kevin replied.

"Oh thank you Sir." Elle was pleased that Kevin was still happy with her and still wanted her.

"Shall we go into your office for so privacy babe." Kevin gusted the way towards her locked office. Elle opened the locked door and then locked it behind her as she felt safe with him now. Elle turned around and dropped her skirt from her waist on to the ground by the door and then took off her jacket and throw that to the floor; she was standing by the door half dressed.

Kevin saw that her white panties were now soaking wet and walked over to Elle and grabbed her by the hips and kissed her full on the lips letting his tongue slide into her mouth once again, Elle meet his passionate kiss with her tongue, she put her hand on his butt and lift it slightly to feel how firm it actually was.

Elle broke the kiss as she felt light headed, she could not believe that an 18 year old could satisfy her sexually but he had, her cunt just could not stop leaking and her panties were so wet that you could see her juices running down the inside of her legs. Kevin was hard the second he came in but now he started to unzip his pants to release his cock from it prison, he got as far as putting his hand on to the zipper when Elle took over for him.

"Let me do that for you Sir." Elle said with loving eyes. Elle remembered the last time she gave head it hurt her jaw and caused her to choke and gag but this time Elle was very willing to suck him off, as she wanted it too. She released his cock from its prison of Kevin's pants and boxers, Kevin stood and watched her do it and stoked her blond hair as she peeled his pants open and then pushed then down his legs and then put her fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled the down too.

Kevin's cock sprung out and almost hit Elle in the face; she managed to avoid being hit by his cock. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other one cupped his balls, she held him very gently in her hands, without thinking Elle open her mouth and stuck out her tongue and meet the head of his cock, the horrible taste was still there but this time she waited to return the favour, as Kevin had given her an orgasm from just licking her cunt out. 

Elle kissed and licked the head of his cock and slowly took it into her mouth, the taste went away soon after that. Kevin put his hand on Elle's head and moaned as she used her tongue along the ridges of his cock. Elle took a quick look at Kevin for a second his eyes were closed and his head was leaning back and he was taking deep breathes as she continued to suck on his cock.

"Oh my god, babe your good at this too." Kevin moaned to Elle. This pleased her as this was only her third blow job, as she sucked on Kevin she noticed how wetter she was becoming.

"I'm coming babe!" Kevin moaned he pulled his cock out of Elle's mouth; Elle held herself still waiting with her mouth open as Kevin's cum shoot out of his cock and landed on her face. Elle's face got covered in cum across her left eye, over her chin, some landed in her hair but the majority landed in her mouth. She wiped his cum with her finger and then licked them clean and opened her mouth to show Kevin his cum to her.

"Don' t swallow it yet babe I want to kiss you," Kevin got down on his knees and kissed Elle, as he did his cum moved from Elle's mouth to his and back, he broke the kiss and looked at Elle. 

"You can swallow it if you want to, babe." Kevin said as he put a hand on her cheek gently, Elle looked at him lovely and swallowed his cum.

"Sir I enjoyed that, I need you in me now Sir." Elle said as she couldn't stop finger herself in front of Kevin , Kevin leant forward and removed her panties from Elle and saw how wet she had become since this morning.

"Wow babe you are leaking bad there, we well have to something about it." Kevin was now fingering Elle and all Elle could do was to moan. Kevin took his cock in his hand and guided it into Elle's waiting cunt. Elle took a sharp breath as Kevin slid his cock into her cunt, he fucked her on the floor of her own office, all Elle could do was hold Kevin tight as he gave her another orgasm. The feeling of his cock in her sent her over the edge of pleasure, he knew how to make love to a woman and let her enjoy the feeling of what an orgasm was.

Kevin was near to shooting his load of cum again but his time deep in her cunt, the fact that they both in school never came into it, a few minutes later he could feel his cum about to shot out into Elle's warm womb. Elle felt his cum, it was warm and it felt right that it should have been in her womb, it didn't worry her as she was on three month contraception implants.

Kevin withdrew his cock and cum was still oozing out from it; he looked at his watch and saw that lunchtime recess was almost over.

"Come on babe get dressed and I will see you tonight," Kevin winked at Elle in a very sexy way. 

"Yes Sir." Elle was picking up panties and handed them to Kevin "These are yours now Sir." Kevin had not demanded them but Elle offered them to him as a trophy.

Elle went over to the door of her office and picked up her skirt and jacket, started to put them back on, Kevin pulled up his boxers and pants and walked over to Elle and put his hands on her butt, held it firm and squeezed lightly in a playful way.

"Babe go shopping tonight without any panties for me babe." Kevin said softly into her ear, she knew that this was a simple requested from Kevin to do, so Elle unlocked the door and went to her desk opened it and pulled out the second pair she had took earlier that morning on his say so.

"Keep these safe I want them back later tonight Sir." Elle said. Kevin gave Elle a kiss and picked up his bag from the side of her desk and disappeared into the hallway seconds later the bell sounded the end of recess after a few minutes the bell sounded again for classes to start again. Elle was on a high as her orgasm had changed her mood greatly, she was now letting students who asked for more time on the term paper to have it.

By the end of the day Elle was looking forward to do some shopping as it was her second favourite thing to do, having sex was her first now, she made her way to her car and found Kevin waiting for her, he gave her a kiss on the lips and left without saying a word. Elle drove out of the school car park and towards the mall in town; she knew was going to spend a lot of money.

Parked up and walked towards the Victoria's Secret store which was spread over two floors had everything from swimwear to lingerie in the massive store, Elle searched out a sales assistant. They were all standing together chatting; Elle coughed to get some attention a young blond girl turned around and looked at Elle the name on her badge was Sky.

"Can I help you today?" Sky said as Elle stood waiting.

"Yes I want to buy some very sexy lingerie for my boyfriend, Sky." Elle told her, Sky could see that had a small waist and large breasts. Sky leads Elle over to the sexiest range they had.

"Shall we measure you up right, so it all fits right, could you please step into one of the changing rooms and I will be in when you have changed, miss?" Sky point to a small changing room door which lead onto a private area. Elle and sky walked over to the changing rooms, Elle went into a small cubicle and removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, the cubicle had a full length mirror in it, Elle caught herself looking at her body and thought she was very lucky to have a boyfriend who loved her very much.

"Are you ready in there?" Sky called out. Elle walked out in just in bra as she had given her panties to Kevin earlier that day, instead of changing them. Sky was very jealous of Elle she could carry off wearing no panties with real confidence; Sky took out her tape measure and sized up her chest and her cup size.

"36D and what is your hips size." Sky stood behind Elle has she put the tape measure around her. Elle found the tape to be cold and giggled as it touched her.

"Oh sorry, I forgot how cold my tape measure can be." Sky said apologetically, her touch was so soft Elle had noticed she was wet from Sky's touch. Elle's body seemed to react to Sky's touch even when Sky fingered her cunt Elle stood and moaned in the changing room.

"Miss you seem to be wet between your legs." Sky pointed out, Elle went red with embarrassment. Sky knelt down and started to lick her cunt lips and then slowly opened cunt up with her tongue. Elle's juices covered Sky's face as she went deeper into her cunt, Elle was losing any self control she had, this was the first time any woman had done this to her, Elle gripped Sky's head as an orgasm hit her. This was Elle's first orgasm which experienced give to her by a woman, sky could have been no more than 19 and she knew how to please her customers.

"It's Elle... that's my name Sky." Elle moaned in response to Sky's touch, Sky just looked up at Elle's face as she was still panting. 

"So let's try on some of the lingerie now, Elle." Sky suggested as she slid her hands all over Elle's tits and arse. 

"Let's try something a lot more revealing for you as you have a wonderful body Elle." This made Elle blush as she had another woman look at her like this or do anything that to her. Sky brought in a sheer lace babydolls, they ranged in colour and price, and Sky helped Elle with everyone on, Sky kept on making passes and feeling her body up as Elle wore them.

"I think you look hot with all of them on Elle." Sky said as Elle was overwhelmed with choice.

"Thanks for your help Sky, I will have the lot then and sexiest bras and panties you got too." Elle told her as she started to get dress again. Sky carried all her new lingerie to the check out.

"How are you going to pay for these today Elle, cash or card?" Sky asked as she started to ring the items through the till. Elle got her purse out and found her credit card which she only used in an emergency, but this was different as she wanted to look sexy for Kevin.

The total was well over 300 dollars and Elle was amazed she had never spent that much on lingerie before but it was all worth it she thought, just to see Kevin's reaction when she wore it for him. Sky smiled and knew it was all for her new boyfriend.

"If it doesn't work out here's my number, call me anytime Elle you want to get together for some fun." Sky smiled as she handed Elle her new purchases to her in three white bags with the company's logo on it.

Elle rushed home and started to mark as much work as possible until Kevin arrived because she knew as soon as he came there would be no time to do it. Elle scanned over the English course work and quickly made notes on most of the papers; she had got half way through before she heard a knock on the door. Elle rushed to open it, and it was Kevin covered in mud from football practice.

"I need a shower babe." As he stepped in he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and went to her bathroom and showered. Elle put away her work and went to the bedroom and stripped naked, as she did, she felt her cunt flood with her juices it leaked down her legs. Elle was unaware that Kevin was standing in the doorway of the bedroom naked and wet. 

Elle could not make up her mind what to wear for him. Kevin walked into the bedroom without making a sound and crept on Elle, it made her jump when Kevin touched her shoulder. Kevin put his hands on her shoulder.

"Looks like you brought the whole store there babe." Kevin noted has he seen all the sexy bras, panties and the babydolls on the bed. The sight of Elle's butt sticking up was a really big turn on, he could not help himself he felt her butt and fingered her brown hole again but this time Elle moaned out in pure pleasure, as his finger entered her butt and then pulled it out again.

"Please Sir Fuck my butt again; I want you in there again. Sir." Elle pleaded to Kevin.

"Okay Elle but this time I want something from you, babe." Kevin demanded.

"Anything Sir, anything you want." Elle said as she offered her body to him.

"I want a passing grade for the rest of the year, and you will ready all the time to fuck me babe." Kevin said as he pleased the head of his cock at the entrance of her butt.

"Yes Sir, I want to be yours Sir." Elle tried to push back onto his cock but Kevin just kept backing away just enough. 

"Well what's your answer then?" Kevin demanded 

"I will give you a passing grade for the whole term and yes I will be ready all the time for you to fuck me, Sir." Elle said waiting with her butt in the air.

"Good, good babe now here is what you want." Kevin moved towards Elle's waiting butt. He parted her butt cheeks and slid his cock deep into her. Elle moaned in pleasure as she felt him enter her again and again. 

The only thing on Kevin's mind was how he could use this bitch he was fucking now later while he went to college, as he was going to gradate later that month about two weeks away. Elle was the perfect little sex slave, she needed him more than he needed her, she would do anything for him just to have him fuck her.

Kevin fucked her butt and then grabbed her waists and tied then together Elle's own bra, the look on Elle's face was of pure fear as Kevin stood over her, he didn't just want to fuck but to own her. Elle started to cry and she tried to get loose from her restraints, but Kevin was in no mood to be gentle to her. 




Blackmail 101 Ch. 04



"I'm going to train you to be my personal whore bitch and you're going to thank me." As Kevin removed the belt from his pants and folded it around Elle's ankles and then secured it tightly. Elle felt like a bull at a rodeo, her mind raced how could Kevin do this he loved her and she loved him in turn.

Kevin turned Elle over onto her stomach and picked up her arse and then raised his hand up to hit her across her arse, the first hit sent shock waves through Elle and he heard her scream out loud. He continued until she was crying uncontrollably, Kevin saw that her body was responding right as her cunt was leaking down her legs and causing the bed sheets to grow wetter and wetter with every hit.

Kevin took a few steps back to admire his work; he looked at her as Elle cried her heart out on the bed. Kevin went to Elle's kitchen and found a steel spatula, candles, a lighter and length of nylon rope which he had found under the sink. Kevin walked back into the bedroom and saw Elle lying face down the bed still crying. Elle was afraid to move from the bed as she heard Kevin enter the room again.

"Are you enjoying yourself Elle, as your cunt is leaking nicely." Kevin said as he stood over her. He undid his belt around her legs and started to tie one end of the nylon rope around Elle's leg and wrapped it around one of the posts of her bed and did the same to the other leg and tied off the rope, holding Elle's wide apart on the bed. 

"Please sir, let me go." Elle pleaded, her eyes were red from the tears and her make-up was running down her face, this made Kevin even happier.

"You Belong to me now and I want you to sign over car and apartment to me, by tomorrow night my slut." Kevin told Elle. He knelt between her open legs and started to fuck Elle's cunt and all Elle could do was to moan in pleasure as Kevin used Elle's cunt. Elle passed out on the bed and woke the following morning, Elle's ankles had red marks on them but she wasn't worried about that as she picked a pair of shoes which covered the marks.

Kevin was not there because he had left for school early and left a note telling her to meet him after football practice with the deeds to the car and the apartment. Elle read the note and soon after made an appointment to see her lawyer later that day.

Elle saw her lawyer during lesson time, asking a fellow teacher to take her lesson as she had forgotten that she had to see the dentist which was a lie. Elle got the title deeds changed and got back to school and back to her classes, the end of the day came very quickly as Elle lost track of time as the lessons became a blur.

Elle got her books together and put them in her bag and walked out towards her car, now it was Kevin's car but she drove it. Opened the car and throw her bag into the back seat and locked it up, then headed towards the football pitch were Elle saw Kevin practising set pieces for upcoming big game against their rival school which they always played at the end of the football season.

Elle waited on the touchline with all the other girlfriend of the team, she felt the odd one out as she was a lot older than them and she had been teaching them that day, Elle felt alive as she saw Kevin tackle a bigger player and bring him down.

"Way to go Kevin!" Elle shouted without realising what she had said. Then the coach blow his whistle and all the players knew that practice was over, Kevin waved at Elle and she waved back at him, this caused the rest of the team to wave at Elle and in turn she went red in the face.

Kevin grabbed a quick shower and missed the team talk about the upcoming game. Elle waited for Kevin to come out, she had done what he had demanded of her even if she had brought her apartment out right, it now belonged to Kevin along with her.

Kevin appeared form the changing rooms and walked over to Elle, the first thing she did was to hand him the title deeds to her apartment and her new car. They walked over to Kevin's new car and Kevin pushed her against the car window and kissed her full on the lips and felt under her skirt, Elle was soaking wet through her panties. Kevin broke the kiss and took the deeds from Elle's hand and looked them over.

"Good Girl, now I want you to drive me to my new home and we can talk about what happens next in your life my slut." Kevin told her, Elle open the car and got into the driver's seat and Kevin got into the car and put his hand on her leg, quickly sliding it up to her wet cunt.

Elle drove off and enjoyed the feeling of his finger in her cunt as she drove to their new home together. Kevin got out and upstairs to his new city apartment and sat down. Elle locked the car up and headed upstairs. When she got she found Kevin waiting on the sofa.

"Get undressed now! And get on your knees slut, I want a blow job!" Kevin demanded from Elle as soon as she put one footstep in the apartment "Sir I need to get my marking done first before that, Sir." Elle said

"This is my place and if you want to continue to live her then you will follow my rules, slut." Kevin barked at Elle.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."Elle said submissively and started to strip in the doorway; Elle got down on her knees and crawled over to Kevin.

"Now I want your credit and bank cards, all of them as now I own you. I will call you slut until I can think of a new name for you." Kevin told Elle as she started to suck on his hard cock.

"Thank you Sir." Elle mumbled still sucking on his cock. Elle was getting wetter from sucking his cock, her cunt itched. Kevin knew that graduation day was a week or so away and he want to show off his new bitch off to the world and humiliate her in front of the whole school, but he was going to wait until the night of the dance to do that. 

Kevin shot his load down Elle's throat and swallowed it without thinking, Elle had become more turned on, and she was lost in her lust and gave Kevin total control of herself.

"I want you naked the moment you walk into my apartment and you call me sir at all time even when we are at school, do you understand me slut!" Kevin said bluntly.

"Yes Sir I understand." Elle replied... 

Next part please contact me with ideas but it will be mine final decision.



Blackmail



Christen slid thankfully into the pool. It had been a long week and she needed the break to just detox and unwind. Junior year of pre-law/political science, head of the student activities budget panel and founder of the student-run soup kitchen looked good on the resume but they really took everything she had to juggle it all.

She wondered if things would be easier, down the line, or just as hard. She had her life all mapped out; from ADA to DA to judge to senator. Who knows, she might even become president some day. She'd just have to figure out that fine balance between femininity and discipline that had finally brought Hillary down. A few tears and she was an emotional wreck but before then she was frigid and inhuman? Fortunately, Christen had a couple of decades to work that part out.

The spot she'd discovered was the perfect place to sooth the tension out of her body. Deep in the forest by the college, there was a Geo-thermal hot-spring. Somehow, a tiny meandering stream had found its way over the small cliff that bordered one side and into the same pool. As a result, one side held the chilled water of the brook while the other steamed from the spring.

Sometimes, Christy would brace herself with a shower from the waterfall and then jump over to the hot side. Other times, she would lounge in the steaming heat and let her troubles boil away. Other times, like today, she would relax on the shelf just inside the pool and enjoy the conflicting temperatures on either side.

Christy's arm dropped from the side of the pool as her hand slipped under the water. The spring wasn't the only thing to provide heat. Although he droned on and on, Professor MacNamera was difficult to watch and not fantasize about. Men who looked that good shouldn't be teachers. Their mere presence distracted female students too much for retention, particularly when the subject was so boring!

If not for the warm spring temperatures, she could have blamed her diamond hard nipples on the weather. As it was, she knew the real problem was how long it had been since she'd been with a guy. A guy who wanted to go into politics could do whatever he wanted in his youth. Bill had inhaled and Dubyah hadn't even bothered to deny his partying. A woman, however, would be instantly labeled promiscuous and hedonistic.

In the absolute solitude of nature, however, she could at least pretend. Her hand slid beneath the water. She didn't imagine anyone specific, as her hand slid across her trim stomach. Better to let the anonymous man of her dreams form into reality. It was his hand that reached up to pluck at her nipple, while the other gently sought access between her tightly closed legs.

Christy relaxed further and spread her legs slightly. The tips of her fingers brushed against the already swollen bud of her clit and elicited a moan of relief. Electricity seemed to jump straight from her groin to her breast in a circuit of pure pleasure.

Her fingers began to flicker back and forth. Sensitivity increased with each twitch. Once fully aroused, she switched tactics and began to press harder. Instead of flicks, her ministrations became a slow massage that pressed her swollen clit and excited the nerves deeper in her core.

Her breath began to catch. She had to fight the instinct to roll her hips into the motion. She wanted the pleasure to build slowly. There never seemed to be enough time to escape out here. She had to make it last. Unfortunately, her body remembered how long it had been just as surely as her mind did and had other ideas.

It seemed like she lost control over her own fingers. Before she knew it, her pace had crept from leisurely to frantic as her hand swirled circles around the base of, and occasionally across, her clit. She tried to slow herself down only to run afoul of a pulse of pleasure that ripped a loud, heartfelt moan from her lips.

Christy leaned her head back. Her body shook with the need so quickly built within her. Somehow, the tempo never faltered. Her own sure hands continued to pluck and grind and build her interest and excitement. The pressure that began between her hips built and spread until it consumed her entire frame. Fire seemed to burn in her veins, unaffected by the misty splash of chilled water from the fall.

Pleasure began to spill over as the first hints of orgasm crashed through her. Without missing a beat, two fingers dove farther between her legs. Her palm continued to caress her flaming mound but it was almost incidental to the joy that her fingers drove deep inside. They fought against the spasming muscles and spread her wide, even as they traced out the most sensitive spots buried within her core.

Fingers might not be as good as the real thing, but they were a decent substitute. Tears sprang to her eyes with the joy of release after too long cooped up by roommates and classes and responsibilities. She allowed her moans free reign to wander the thick forest as she called out her wonder.

Too soon, the sensations began to subside. She could never keep herself going long enough, it seemed. Her hands shook and broke the perfect rhythm. Her muscles went lax and could not drive as hard or as deep. Even her mind became accustomed to the lessening degree of pleasure.

Christy slumped back against the edge of the pool. Her limbs drifted in the water, as boneless as some sort of aquatic plant. Her head lolled lazily against the grass and she stared up at the puffy clouds high above. Eventually, she would have to get back to her programmed future and the stress it entailed. Until the alarm on her watch blared, she could simply relax and let the world drift by, safe in her solitude.





Blackmail



She'd packed for it as he'd 'suggested'. She had a bathing-suit and a couple of outfits suitable for a rough, casual, weekend. Whatever he'd packed had been in the trunk when he'd arrived at her apartment so it wasn't until they reached their destination that she understood the nature of their "sort of" date.

Christy hadn't expected to be outdoors. When they parked at a small lot in the middle of nowhere, she'd had vague concerns that she would end up a statistic, vanished in the middle of the woods. To her surprise, he'd suggested that she call a friend and let them know roughly where they'd be and what they'd be up to. While she made the call, he'd put on a hiking backpack loaded with camping supplies.

There was little surprise that he only had one tent. What did shock her was that he'd thoughtfully provided a second sleeping-bag. If he expected them to sleep together, he'd at least provided the illusion that she would have a choice.

The sight he'd chosen was beautiful! There was a cliff just beyond the trees that surrounded a small clearing. A lake spread out from the base in every direction. While a narrow path led straight from their camping spot to the water, there was even a rope tied to a large tree for anyone adventurous enough to dive.

Once the camp had been set, Dave had proceeded to make them lunch. He was a surprisingly good cook, considering the relative lack of amenities. It wasn't exactly five-star cuisine but it was hearty, with a subtle blend of spices that worked well with the primitive nature of the fire. During the meal, and after, he'd talked amicably and slowly drawn her into the conversation.

When he'd suggested they go for a swim, Christy had been certain he would begin with his demands. He hadn't once hinted, on the car ride or throughout the meal, at the method in which he'd obtained the date. Not once had he made a demand. Even his suggestions had been couched in such a manner that she had felt she could honestly refuse.

Not that she'd felt the need. Everything he'd planned, so far, had been in accord with something she would do with friends, much less on a date. Christy had found it harder and harder to begrudge him the method he'd used to get her out there. Aside from some, apparently unfounded, fear and anxiety, he hadn't hurt her in any way.

Maybe he just hadn't felt confident that she would accept a more legitimate proposition. He probably wasn't wrong, either. After all, even with the that of blackmail hanging over her head, she'd resisted. In the end, however, it seemed the outing really was exactly what she needed.

The swim had been refreshing. The water was cool but not beyond tolerance. The heat in the air had caused a slight mist to rise from the lake that added to the fantastical atmosphere of the day.

If he'd sent quite a bit more than an admiring glance or two at her two-piece bikini, that was only fair. After all, she'd openly admired the way he filled out his trunks. Nor had she missed the smooth muscles of his stomach and chest.

David, in fact, had left the water quite a bit before Christy did. She'd been impressed that he hadn't made a single move and wondered what had caused him to leave when she noticed the sky had begun to darken. She slipped out of the water and only halfway up the path she heard the crackle of a fire in answer to her unspoken question.

The fire was inspired. She didn't know if he had brought a towel, but she certainly hadn't thought about it. When she packed, she'd expected he would take her to some secluded pool, maybe even in the backyard of a house. There had been little doubt in her mind that there would be towels available anywhere they went swimming.

Christy took a seat by the fire while he put the finishing touches on dinner. The night air had cooled quickly but the delicious warmth of the flames kept it at bay. Soon after, another remarkable meal was in her hands and then stomach. Meanwhile, they continued to discuss any variety of subjects.

The most remarkable thing, however, was the amount that the two had in common. True, he had a minor in performing arts but he shared her poly-sci major. Although he was a year older than she was, and about to graduate, they'd actually had a few classes together. That had been the reason he'd looked familiar when she first regarded him.

"...don't get me wrong, I have to respect your path." Dave said during a discussion about their respective futures. "You have dedication and drive. The slow, steady, route is almost guaranteed to get you into office. Only some truly random tragedy could possibly block you.

"Even if it does, however, you still have the legal aspect to fall back on. As a lawmaker, you could just as easily switch tracks and shoot for the Supreme Court. It's admirable, really. Whereas I, on the other hand, will rely entirely on charisma and an ability to read and play crowds in order to get elected. Quicker but much less certain."

Christy nodded, as she thought it over. She knew plenty of mountebanks in office. They were the ones who promised anything, or worse still spouted nothing but rhetoric, in order to get elected. It bothered her a little that he not only admitted to being one of them but seemed proud of it. Of course, the method he'd chosen to get her there didn't speak any more highly of his ethics.

Christy forced back that dark cloud of thought. He'd been nothing but nice to her the entire day. He'd brought her to a beautiful expanse of nature. He'd cooked her not one but two meals. He'd forced her to relax when she wouldn't have allowed her sparse friends to drag her away from what she perceived as the entirety of her world; her future.

He'd also just said something that she'd missed. "Sorry. Lost in a train of thought. What was that?"

Dave smiled that groin-clenching smile of his and waved a hand to indicate her inattention wasn't a problem. "I asked if you were still wet from swimming. You were shivering a little."

The question confused Christy for a moment. Despite the cooling air, she wasn't even remotely cold. The warmth of the fire soaked into her body. She even admitted that the sight across from her, his smooth skin and tight muscles, the delicious bulge in his swimsuit, warmed her from the inside out.

"I'm mostly dry." Christy responded honestly. The stump on which she'd chosen to sit was low enough that she'd been forced to keep her knees locked together or else spread her legs a bit too suggestively wide. She'd chosen the former but that had kept the fire from completely drying the bikini bottoms.

"You should turn around. Let the fire warm up the rest of you."

Christy had begun to move even before she suddenly recognized the subtle edge within his voice. The tone and suggestion all sounded perfectly reasonable but there was no mistake it had been more than simply an idle suggestion. Worse still, she already stood with her back to the fire before she fully realized what had happened.

"You're still too far away for it to effectively warm you up. If you kneel down and bend forward your suit should be dry in minutes." This time, his voice was softer, almost too low to be heard.

Once more, it sounded like a reasonable suggestion. She resisted for a moment, though. What he wanted was pretty clear. From his position, on the other side of the fire, he would have a clear, well lit, view of her ass and crotch. Still, the hint of command had been there. He'd been more than accommodating so far, considering the lengths he could have gone to. Maybe all he wanted was to leer at her.

Much to her surprise, he didn't make a move towards her. She could practically feel his gaze on the white v-shaped bottom, as it hugged her ass, covered her pussy and delved up the front. Still, he seemed content to watch. He even restarted the conversation!

"You really do have to watch yourself more closely than a man would, don't you? Your personal life, I mean. Not just who you date but who you're seen hanging out with."

"Mmmmhmmm." Christy mumbled. She wondered how long she would have to remain in the position. There was no question that it would inspire thoughts of doggy-style for Dave. Hell, it did for her! Together, with the topic of conversation, it reminded her how long it had been since she'd gotten any, much less from behind.

She liked doggy-style. There was something about the way it let her feel like she completely relinquished control to the man. It was something she couldn't afford to do normally. Too many men took it as a sign of dominance and began to think they were more important. That their plans and future was more important.

That particular line of thoughts forced her to notice the warmth that pulsed between her hips. Maybe it was the fire. By now, her bikini would be fully dry. Still, between his subtle command and the delightful, if maddening, heat that pressed against her almost-fully-exposed lust, she wasn't even sure she wanted to move.

"'Family values' are a bit conflicted. On the one hand, a woman in politics has to have a family but at the same time, any wife and mother isn't supposed to put little things like political ambition above her duties at home." Christy responded when he didn't immediately continue the conversation.

"Damn scarlet letter. It takes two to do the deed but it's always the woman who gets blamed and accosted." Dave muttered. Christy wished she could see his face, his reaction. Of course, given that he was a performing arts minor, he could probably school his expression to show whatever he wanted it to.

"How long has it been?"

The voice was closer now. The soft baritone sent a shiver up her body that somehow conflicted with, and complimented, the warmth that radiated outward from her core. The contradiction stole her determination and forced honesty from her traitor mouth in a whisper. "Too long."

Her arms were getting tired. That had to be the reason they started shaking. It had nothing to do with the seductive voice so close by.

"Why haven't you simply found a boyfriend? There are plenty in your classes bland enough to keep from being a political threat."

That was the problem. She was still a woman. She wanted the romance, maybe even the adventure of being a conquest. Unfortunately, she couldn't allow herself to succumb to such base concerns. She couldn't even admit to it, except in the safety of her own mind.

Her elbows shook so heavily that they nearly folded on her. She finally relented to the demands of her body and lowered herself to the ground. Her hips remained high in the air but the new position was comfortable. Almost relaxing. If only she could bring herself to relinquish control to other demands of her body.

"I could help, you know." Dave seemed to respond to her very thoughts. The offer so tempting, delivered in that soft silky baritone. "If you wanted me to."

Of course she did! Or, rather, her body did. It wasn't what she wanted at all. She'd been blackmailed into it. He had those pictures and she would do anything to get them.

Even if it meant she had to pretend to like the way his finger had begun to trace little circles on her bare hip. That finger, deliciously cool compared to the inferno of her loins. A heat entirely caused by the fire and not at all by longing!

Just like the pulse that pounded between her legs didn't keep rhythm with those suggestive circles. She wasn't imagining the finger over four inches and a couple of inches down, right where her swollen clit probably revealed itself pressing through the too-thin, too-tight, fabric of her bikini!

No! It was...it was just...Damn! She couldn't think of a legitimate excuse for it. She could barely think at all!

Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to resist the call of her body. He hadn't touched her anywhere inappropriate. He hadn't demanded anything of her. He hadn't ripped the low-cut bikini from her bottom and thrust himself ferociously inside of her.

As much as she tried to resist the fact that she wanted him to, her body spoke of the lie that it was. Her nipples scraped the dirt, as hard as diamonds and as sensitive as a candle flame. The breasts which pressed against the ground felt swollen. Her clit throbbed. Her lips were an inferno, trapped by the moist-once-more bathing-suit.

"please"

The finger stopped moving. The complete lack of sensation tore a whimper from Christy. The soft touch had driven her body and orchestrated her need all out of proportion with the size and nature of the contact. With it gone, it seemed her body had nothing to control her need. What had been uncomfortable moments before instantly became unbearable.

"What did you say, Christy? I couldn't hear you."

"Please." She managed to growl in response. When his finger didn't return, her voice rose and continued to rise with every word she spoke. "Please. Please! I need it. I need you! Have sex with me. Do me! Fuck me!"

Blessedly, the finger returned. With it came the entire hand. His palm cupped her ass. It was a soothing cool balm across her fevered flesh. Its course slid it over those four inches until her entire nether region was covered. The bikini clung painfully to her engorged lust where he pushed against her.

Face and arms on the ground, Christy braced her body against the gentle pressure. She moaned in appreciation of the way his hand sank slightly into the folds of her body. Her thighs quivered with each soft circle his palm moved over her covered skin. The tip of his fingers began to brush against her swollen clit and lightning exploded within her. It was all too much and too little!

"Don't torture me! Just fuck me!" Her voice echoed over the water. The chuckle that rumbled, unseen behind her, caused her muscles to clench.

His fingers curled around the top of her bikini. With every bit of the force that Christy fantasized about, he yanked them down. They dragged across her round ass. The soaked material clung desperately to mounds already pinched by their tight grip. The sudden release, as the bottoms finally fell to her knees, ripped a scream from her lungs and sent a wracking shudder through every nerve.

When the silky hard form nestled against her, Christy knew she was already at the very precipice. When he pushed experimentally against her, short sharp screams began to issue forth. Her body locked, now braced between the thickness between her legs and the ground.

With her knees together on the ground, she was too tight to accommodate him. His flesh forced its way inside of her, aided only by the abundant slickness her needs produced. Her body clutched at him even as he split her wide open. If she could only spread her legs she could handle the intrusion. Of course, the pressure he poured into her body would never have been as great.

With nowhere to go, the overload of sensation that filled her to the brim, exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. Wildfire burst through her veins. Lightning danced across her flesh and grounded itself at her nipples, her clit, and everywhere that the ridged tip of his cock dragged within her body.

Christy screamed and screamed. Her tight cunt prevented him from pounding into her anywhere near as fast as she wanted. What he lacked in speed, he made up for in sheer force. The need to force his way inside of her, with each and every heavenly thrust, caused him to bury himself until their bodies crashed together.

Obscenities, she wasn't even aware she knew, were swept from her lips. Her body had been given leave to surrender to its darkest needs as euphoria washed away the governors created by ambition and societal expectations. She derided him. She taunted him to do more, to pound her raw, to fuck her until she hurt. To cum inside her so hard she could taste it.

Most of all, she screamed his name, liberally intermingled with that of the Lord.

The taunts, the insults, the coarse language inspired him. Each foul word caused him to swell larger. There was no room for him. There had never been enough room for him! Each pounding thrust caused her muscles to tighten even further. Each time his body crushed her tits unto the ground she came to the next level.

Christy didn't remember how it ended. Dirt gritted inside of her mouth. One of her breasts had slipped out of the triangle of fabric and pressed against the cool earth. Her bikini bottom sat across her thighs, a gap beneath its rightful home. Her legs sprawled out behind her rather than beneath her.

She expected her inner thighs to be sticky. There was no question, however, why those spots trailed up her back, across her neck and clumped in her hair. If not for the thick drip that seeped out of her, and lay pooled within the cup of her bikini, she would have praised him for pulling out. As it was, he'd cum inside of her, over and over if she remembered right, only to pull out afterward and bath her in even more.

For all she could remember, he'd done it multiple times. Surely there was too much for just one session. At least it was only dirt in her mouth. The way she'd lost control, she wouldn't have been surprised to discover that she'd fantasized about deep-throating. After all, her body had been given license to dredge up the darkest secrets of her subconscious.

Christy moaned. Although sore, at least her body had kept them well lubricated enough that she wasn't scraped raw. A soft chuckle sounded nearby, invisible in the dying firelight.

"Are we done, or do you have more yet?"

This time, it was a groan that escaped Christy. Her newly-freed subconscious flashed images of taking the thick cock, which she still had yet to actually see, in her mouth and milking him until he pierced her throat and poured himself down. The image itself almost caused her to gag in sympathetic response. Unfortunately, it also sparked a hint of the heat deep within her core.

"We don't have a shower out here. We should probably go for a swim to clean off."

More inappropriate visions flashed before her eyes before she managed to push them away. She rolled over onto her back and looked up, still too exhausted to do much more. Through the breaks in the trees, the full moon shone brightly. Hours had passed!

She carefully pulled up her swimsuit. She could feel his seed slosh and slip against her but she ignored it. He'd poured even more directly inside of her. If she was going to get pregnant, the extra that leaked through from her clothes wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference.

Finally, she managed to pull herself upright. She couldn't look at him in her embarrassment. Instead, she silently headed for the path to the lake. She needed to feel clean, though she doubted there was enough water in the world.





Blackmail



Graduation wasn't far away. Soon enough, he would be gone and she would never have to see him again. She'd never have to think about that night again. She certainly wouldn't fantasize about it the next time her body's demands overwhelmed her and drove her to her private hot-water-spring in the woods. No. She also wouldn't imagine that he was out there, among the bushes and trees, ready to jump out and force open her deepest inhibitions even as his strong arms fought to spread her legs.

The conflict raged inside of her. Even as she tried to study, she still found her mind wandering back to that night and wondering exactly what he'd done to make her body so insistent for him. A part of her needed to know what she had screamed out for him to do to her. It burned that she didn't know if he'd done as she begged him to do.

A hand reached over Christy's shoulder and slapped the mute button on her laptop. Her back was to the corner of the study area, so she should have seen someone sneak up on her. Unfortunately, her mind had once more wandered into forbidden territory. Now the hand reached down and slid a flash drive into the USB port of her computer.

Christy's body clenched with recognition. It suggested that the smooth way the foreign drive had been thrust into her computer was only natural. After all, it recognized, before her mind did, it was David who had intruded, once more, on her solitude.

His face was inches next to hers as he leaned over and began to manipulate the touch-pad. Her mind caught his intimate scent and immediately conjured up the salty tang of his lust. She could almost feel it as it congealed between her swollen lips and across her exposed back.

A double click on a file and a video popped up. It took only a second to load and then her eyes widened in horror. Her body's reaction had been bad enough with vaguely remembered fantasies of what he'd done to her. To see it in vivid color on her high-def screen caused her traitor body to begin to seep its need in public.

He'd known exactly where the camera was, of course. His body position and the flickering light from the fire prevented any usable identification of him. Christy's face, turned directly towards the camera and smashed into the dirt, could not be mistaken. Although the sound was turned off, the expression on her face and the steady movement of her lips suggested a screamed litany of profanity.

His plan came clear to her in twenty-twenty hindsight. Of course he'd been nice to her. He'd needed it to look like a seduction, at best. The way it had turned out, she could see people believing she'd seduced him. Worse still, there was no way she could reveal the truth. He'd set her up to destroy the only evidence that he'd blackmailed her into her actions. It would be her word against his and if a picture was worth a thousand words, this video would be irrefutable!

David allowed the scene to play for a few more seconds. It was long enough for her to know he'd caught every sordid detail on digital. If the still photos had been bad enough, a full video porn would ruin even her judicial hopes. He'd even selected the moment perfectly to demonstrate how he pulled out of her and shot his load into her exposed pussy, down her leg and into her bikini, and then finally up her back and into her hair. She hadn't realized, until that very moment, that she'd even turned her head in a desperate attempt to catch some in her mouth!

Christy's entire body deflated as the video looped back to the beginning of the deprivations.

"In a minute, you're going to sneak away to the student activities equipment locker, where you'll finally get your chance to drink up what you missed that night." The seductive voice was soft enough that no one could hear but her. Even as it promised the end to her personal freedom, her body latched onto it and fed off of the dulcet tones. Even her mouth salivated at the thought of what he had already demanded of her.

"Beyond that," he continued, "we're going to make this little camp-out a monthly event. You seemed to enjoy it so much I don't think you'll be able to wait for the next time. If not, you'll have my number. I'll make sure to schedule you in as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, you're going to continue along your path, just as you planned. Law school, ADA, judge, politics. The only change is that you've now found yourself the man who will take that journey with you. MY path is the short one. By the time you've reached your goal and are ready to step in the ring, I'll already be headed towards retirement. I'll be able to lie back and enjoy whatever time you wrestle out of your schedule to make sure I remain a happy man."

His head shifted slightly so that his lips brushed against her ear. The whisper of breath sent a tingle that raced directly to her groin. Too bad she wasn't the one who was going to be allowed release in a few minutes.

"Do you understand?"

Christy nodded meekly. Whatever, whoever she had been before, she was no longer the confident woman in control of her own life. She was now his to do with as he pleased.

"Good." David whispered with a feral smile. He stood up for a moment. Christy knew it wasn't a mistake that his crotch was very close to her eye level. It let her see how excited he was by her compliance. He even brushed it against her cheek as he started to turn. After a moment he seemed to think better of the whole idea and crouched down next to her once more.

"Oh, and you don't need to bother bringing a napkin. There won't be anything to clean up when you're done." He shrugged. "And if there is, I'll just have you take off your bra. I can wipe myself on your breasts to remind you of the fun for the rest of the day."

With that, he was gone.

Christy whimpered. The worst part was she wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. One part of her, now twisted, psyche wanted to gobble up every drop that he injected straight into her throat. The other craved the embarrassment of wearing her lover's seed through the rest of the day.

There was no longer a single part of her mind that resisted the inevitable.

Copyright December 2011, by Deathlynx



Blackmail



The ticking of the clock was like the steady beat of a heart, threatening to lull me to sleep. 

The numbers were starting to blur in my vision. "Only 4am?" I thought to myself with a groan, leaning back in the office chair. My eyes swept around the small office, wondering how to kill another three hours. Working night shift at a hotel was great, and the pay was decent, but sometimes staying awake was a pain. 

The whirr of my laptop drew my eyes back to it and I slid my finger along the warm touch-pad, tapping once to bring up the browser. The internet would be my salvation -- surely there was something there I could waste a couple hours on. 

I found myself navigating to my favorite adult site. I was all alone -- the only employee in the hotel, so why not? The minutes ticked by a little faster then, as I chatted idly with strangers and flipped through stories. Before long I felt a faint tingle between my legs as I got wet. 

This was a mistake, I realized. Since I was at work, there was no way I could get relief -- unless someone took me to their room and had me there on the bed. I smiled -- it sounded like a plot to a bad porno. My hand drifted down unconsciously until I was running my fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, taken away by my fantasy. 

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even hear the sliding doors open. I didn't hear the code being punched into the office door, and I didn't hear the steps behind me until it was too late. 

It was the woman who took care of the breakfast bar, but she was nearly an hour early!

"E-rot-ic chat?" she sounded out, confused. I snapped the laptop closed and spun around, brushing my short blonde hair out of my face. I crossed my legs, as if afraid she would be able to tell how wet I was. 

Hazan was from Turkey, and was still struggling with the language here. I hoped I could get away with lying about it. "N-no," I stuttered, "It's -- uh," but she was smiling.

"Erotic, means sex -yes?"

I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. I saw my job flashing before my eyes, but she was still smiling. She reached out and touched my hand. 

"It's okay," she said, bringing a slender figure to her curved lips, "I wont tell." 

Relief washed over me, but then she was grabbing my hand, pulling me to my feet. 

"I wont tell," she repeated, "as long as you do something for me."

It occurred to me suddenly that she was beautiful. I had never noticed it before, always preoccupied with her stuttering, awkward words. She had beautiful auburn hair, perfect almond shaped eyes, a smattering of freckles and a petite form. She was graceful, and her eyes were gleaming. 

The handle of the supply closet creaked as she pushed the door open, pulling me in behind her. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could feel myself getting wetter as it dawned on me what she wanted. I was about to be blackmailed into giving sex in order to keep my job. The idea was horrifying and exciting all in the same moment. 

The door clicked shut behind us and she pushed me up against the wall. She was gentle, but her touch was firm. 

"What do you want?" I asked into the darkness. 

"No words," she admonished, "Only touch. You see." She bent forward and brushed her full lips against my neck. My breath caught in my throat, a wave of warmth washing between my legs and a tingle creeping over my breasts. 

She trailed small kisses up my neck and along my jaw before planting one firmly on my lips. Her hands had moved to my hips and I found my own hands following suit, feeling the curve of her body beneath her clothes. 

"Is good?" she whispered against my mouth, but I could only nod in reply, words failing me utterly. 

Confident now that she had me convinced, Hazan slid her fingers under the hem of my shirt, placing her hands on my bare skin. Her touch was electrifying, and I couldn't stifle the gasp when she began to move upwards. In the next moment she was teasing the edge of my bra, pressing her hips to mine. 

She captured my lips in hers again and a flurry of butterflies took off in my stomach as she pushed her silken tongue against mine. She slipped her fingers under the wire of my bra, pushing it up as her hands cupped my breasts. "So big!" she marveled, breaking the kiss. "So soft . . . two D's?" 

I nodded, breathless. "Yeah, double D's -- oh!" I broke off as she bent her head, pulling a nipple into her mouth without warning. She twirled her tongue in circles as she sucked, rolling the nipple of my other breast between her thumb and forefinger. I brought my hands up to run my fingers through her hair, moaning quietly into the darkness of the supply closet. 

She moved her mouth my other breast, and her hands began to make their way slowly down my abdomen. Slowly, hesitantly, they slipped into the waistband of my pants. The button unclasped easily and my pants fell to the floor with a soft whoosh. Hazan giggled against me, and I smiled.

She released my nipple and began to trail kisses down my abdomen until she was on her knees with her lips brushing against the top of my panties. I was breathing hard in anticipation, quivering at the thought of what was to come.

She continued her kisses along the outside of the cotton shorts until her lips were squarely over my pussy, with only a thin piece of fabric between them. Her tongue darted out, quickly but firmly brushing over my swollen clitoris. 

I moaned softly, my knees weak. "There is much wet here," she giggled and I smiled too. She licked again and again, tracing the edge of my panties with one slender finger. Slowly, she slid her finger past the elastic, her fingernail grazing the quivering flesh of my bare, shaven pussy, tracing along the edge. 

As she began to pull my panties down, my knees began to shake even more. Chuckling, she directed me to sit on one of the supply boxes. I obeyed swiftly and was soon sitting with my legs splayed before her. 

Hazan began to tease me again, running her fingertips lightly along the insides of my thighs, just grazing my pussy before backing off again. Every time she got close my breath would catch, and a fresh wave of warmth would wash over me. She did this for several long minutes, until my wetness began to seep onto the box and I was driven mad with need. 

Finally, I begged. 

"Please." I whispered into the darkness.

"Please what?" she responded, teasing with her words as surely as her hands. 

"Please . . ." I paused, unsure what I even wanted. I had never slept with a girl -- no matter how many times I have fantasized about it. "Please, lick me. Finger me. Just please." 

Satisfied with this answer, she bent her head and without hesitation ran her tongue over the entire length of my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from crying out loud enough to wake the hundred guests in the rooms above us. She did it again and again before focusing on my clit, licking rapidly as she traced the outside of my vagina with her finger. I moaned and she answered with one of her own, clearly delighting in pleasuring me. 

"Fingers now?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"Yes, oh god yes," I breathed, my hips thrusting upward. 

Slowly, she slid one long finger into me and I shuddered at the feel of it, sending another quaking moan into the air. She withdrew it slowly and inserted it again, repeating the movement with gradually increasing speed. After a moment she added a second finger, and finally a third, thrusting quickly in and out of me as I moaned and squirmed on top of the box. 

Her tongue began working faster as well, slapping over my clit as she fucked me with her fingers. It was, without a doubt, the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Each lick was a bolt of electricity shooting into my core, and each thrust of her fingers was a wave of warmth. I could feel my juices leaking out all over her hand and a little sprayed down my thighs with each thrust. 

"Oh...... god......" I moaned, and I could feel her mouth smiling against me. She increased the speed one last time, her tongue going like a motorboat, her fingers like a jackhammer. The speed and pitch of my moans climbed as well, like the wave building within me. The pleasure inside me built higher and higher before finally it exploded, cresting into the most intense orgasm of my life. I moaned and shook as I came, wave after wave hitting me. Not once did Hazan stop, carrying me up and over each wave with her fingers and tongue. 

"Oh . .. my. .. god," I moaned finally when it had finished, panting heavily. She licked me clean before crawling up my body and planting a warm, wet, kiss on my lips. 

"Not God. Hazan." She corrected me, standing. She opened the door of the closet, light spilling over my bare body. "We do this tomorrow, yes? I will come at 4?" 

"Okay," I responded breathlessly. "Okay yeah." 

"But tomorrow -" she said, a mischievous grin on her lips, "you will do me."



Blackmail?



I hadn't expected this; I wasn't prepared for it to happen. I had decided that I would be stupid to do what I was doing, that I would just go through the motions. I couldn't even imagine it happening to me this way. But it wasn't turning out the way it was, why? Because I wasn't expecting to even begin to enjoy what was happening, and that's not the way it should be, even have been.

My name is Charlene or Charly to my friends etc. His name is Paul Rafferty. I am a better than good looking blond woman of 28, he is a very good looking black man of 28 too. I am here, or I was here under duress, but not so much any more. He's changing that opinion in a way I never thought could happen.

He is the man who has saved my husbands business, I am the price for that rescue. Because of my husband's track record with the banks he couldn't get the loan he needed to fund forward looking investment. Without it he would go under taking everything we have with it. His rivals in his business line would be like vultures mopping up the very lucrative remains of our lives. He was being railroaded into the deal by this Mr Rafferty. 

We would end up on the street with no sign of ever getting back on our feet. Our very existence rode on the money coming through before the end of the month.

Paul Rafferty had set the deadline, no play, no pay! It was his way or the highway. Jack had no where else to turn, there were no other avenues open to him or us. He had negotiated the deal with Jack, my husband. Then he had added the proviso that I would go to him for two weeks and be his woman for those two weeks. There was no doubting what he meant, no wiggle room.

I of course was blissfully unaware of this negotiating tactic being used by Mr Rafferty as I knew him to be a genuine business friend of Jack's. I had met him, and he seemed to be a really nice guy. I held him in high regard because Jack had told me he was the man that would stop the rug from being pulled from beneath our collective feet.

This was all taking place four weeks before our deadline to come up with a very substantial amount of money. After the initial explosions and what have you from Jack. Mr Rafferty had calmed him down, held him off because Jack wanted to kill him. He of course refused his demand, but Mr Rafferty suggested to Jack that he talk to me about it, discuss it. 

Ask me my opinion he had said, if I loved Jack as much as I was supposed to, then as a loyal and dutiful wife, maybe I would see what benefits would be gained by all if I agreed but only with Jack's consent. We would all be winners in Mr Rafferty's eyes. The upshot was we both agreed finally after a lot of discussions. We would accede to Mr Rafferty's demands; we arranged a meeting with him where questions would be asked and answered by him and us.

On the day we were to meet, I got ready; I was going to dress down, to not appear as I know I can. But Jack told me there was no point in that, Rafferty knows what you look like, he said to me. He knows that you would look good in a plastic bin liner! He was being remarkably stoic about this. I knew he was hurting inside, how could he not be, I thought. He was being made to give up his wife to another man, and knowing that that man would have me for his own in every way.

Jack was seriously considering refusing and giving it all up. The trouble was, the loan he would get from Rafferty was at only 1% interest, all other possible loans had ludicrously high interest rates attached to tem, and some had wanted a partnership and or a controlling interest in my husbands business. We really were between a rock and a hard place! 

So after much and much more talks about the situation we were in. It was I who made the final decision to go ahead with Rafferty's way. I told Jack that no matter what happened, Rafferty would never own me. I was my husband's wife, and that's the way I will stay, I told him.

So I got ready, I had had my hair done, I had told my hair dresser to pile my long soft golden hair high on my head. I wanted it elegant and stylish as if I were going to a glittering ball. She wove a silver chain through it. It was truly magnificent, I loved it.

I am 5ft 8" tall, weigh around 120lbs, and I am all woman. Like most females who, and though I hesitate to say it, can stop traffic, and I can. People do give me more than the once over. I have even seen just about every head turn in a restaurant, or a dinner engagement we have been to when I have walked in. I am of course very proud of that, I know Jack loves it. He has me on his arm when nearly every other man in the room would slit his wrists to swap places with him.

We have been married for four years and we have known each other for just over six. I have never been unfaithful, though as you could guess, I have had many offers, some of them even tempting but no. I did have a varied sex life before Jack, but that's where it stays, it was pre marriage, no more!

Paul Rafferty is very good looking, he has charm and charisma dripping off him, he is affable, is easy going. He can hold a conversation with any body, on any level. He is around 6ft 2 or 3" tall, broad shouldered and I suppose underneath his suits and clothes is a very well built man. I must confess I was a little in awe of him, and now a certain amount of fear and intrepidation was in there too, especially now.

We met him at around 2oclock in the afternoon; it was three days to D day! as it were. When we walked in he stood to greet us, and he could hardly tear his eyes off of me. I was wearing, to all intents and purposes, a simple summer dress that finished about 3" above my long legged knees. It was of silver silk, flowing around me even though it was a close, though not tight fit. It was sleeveless allowing my smooth bare arms to show. A low but not revealing neck, a silver necklace and high heels completed my attire, but only Jack knew I was dressed to kill and maim any man by what I had on under it.

The first thing he did was hand Jack an irredeemable bankers order post dated for the amount he/we needed. It was also 20.000 more than we had asked for. 

"A token of confidence in you Jack, and hopefully to show my sincerity in this business deal." He said, smiling at me. I have to say I was staggered, that this man would do this just for the opportunity to have me.

"I am not happy Rafferty," Jack said, "you have forced this on me and Charly, we both dislike it intensely, and believe me if I could find another way, this situation would never have got off the fucking ground!"

Mr Rafferty smiled benignly, "Yes Jack, I am taking advantage of the problem you have," he said, "though, and I hate to lay it out. It wasn't me who put you where you are, it was you. I'm sorry to have to say it. And I can tell you also; this is your decision to go through with it, not mine."

Jack's head dropped at that, he knew what the man was saying was true, and that we could pull out, but we couldn't could we? Time had run out. It was go or no go, I tapped Jack's foot.

"Okay," he said, "but I will never see or speak to you again after this Rafferty!"

On my part I was rather quiet about it; I knew where I was heading and what was waiting for me. But I knew better than my husband that I could and would get through this. I had hardly even contemplated having sex with this man, good looking or not. Because that is just what it would be as far as I was concerned, sex! Certainly not even attached to love, it was sex, pure and simple.

If he wanted me that badly that he sank to monetary blackmail just to get me into his bed, it would cost him very dear, I wasn't going cheap! That extra 20.000 had been my secret demand that Jack knew nothing of.

Jack had had enough and said it was time to go. We had discussed the general terms, he had surprised us by saying we were flying to Paris to start with. Did he somehow know it was one of my dreams to go there, I never had. But on Saturday I would be going there with a man other than my husband, to the romantic capital of the world?

"What's the timetable Rafferty?" Jack asked.

"My car will pick you up at 11am Charly," he said to me, "have your passport, and as many case's of luggage you think you may need, although you will have the use of an American Express gold card at your disposal."

We walked away without saying another word, but I knew his eyes were on me, I could feel them tugging at me. Jack and I didn't have a lot to say; the time was drawing near, what was there to say between us now. I was literally being forced into infidelity, even though it had been my decision to go ahead with this.

The next two and a half days were purgatory, he had tried to pretend that it wasn't really his fault, and in a way it hadn't been, but for a couple of decisions that were the wrong ones neither he nor I would be in this insidious position. I spent the intervening time packing and repacking.

Then Saturday was upon us, Jack had been following me about like the love sick child he was. He was losing his wife knowingly to another man for two weeks knowing what I/we would be getting up to. Another man would be, for want of better phrasing, fucking his wife whenever and however he wanted to.

The car pulled up at our house at exactly 11am, we looked at it, at each other, he hugged me. There were tears in his eyes, one more minute and I would be gone, no come backs, no saying no. I wasn't taking my phone with me. I would be out of touch until I got back.

I got in, a small smile, a tiny wave, the car pulled away, I was on my way. I was taken to the airport, where I was guided into the VIP lounge for first class passengers. Paul Rafferty was waiting for me.

He rose to greet me, asked after my comfort, was I alright, did I have everything I needed. He was the epitome of the perfect gentleman, and that was the way it and he was all the way. He had wine served, my bags had gone somewhere, I didn't have to check in like the normal cattle cue.

We were escorted on to the plane and shown directly to the first class lounge. There were flowers waiting for me, red roses, my favourite. He sat at my side, he didn't impose himself on me as I had half expected, he more or less kept his distance, was he being respectful? I suppose he was in a way. But he had commandeered another man's wife for his personal use hadn't he?

The flight passed rather quickly, but I was still thrilled to see Paris below us eventually, we were whisked through customs and taken to our hotel. I expected him to rush me as soon as we arrived at our room. But it wasn't a room, it was like an apartment. It was huge; it must have cost the earth. It had a master bedroom for a start, a lounge, and his and her bathrooms. 

I had my own attendant who unpacked and stowed my belongings, even setting my personal items for me in my bathroom. I didn't have to do a thing except to say thank you. Paul Rafferty was doing what he had to do, and then we were alone for the first time. Here we go, I thought, this is where it starts, he has me, he's got me, I'm here for him to bend to his will.

Nothing of the sort happened; he asked if he could take me to dinner. I told him I would be at least two hours before I would be any where near ready. He said that would be just fine and to let him know if there was anything he could do. I declined his kind offer and went of to bathe, and do the things us women do to get ready to go out to dinner in a swanky restaurant.

Two and a half hours later I emerged from my room, which was as big as a football pitch. I saw him look at me, his jaw almost dropped. I had decided that as I was here I would play the part of his beautiful woman, but give him not one jot of encouragement. I would have him at my heels, begging for me, but not ever getting me. He could and was going to take me I knew that, and so did he.

But he would never own me, take yes, but nothing given, no matter what kind of pressure and dominance someone could exert, my gift of love and life could only be taken not gifted freely. So with that in mind I stepped to him. In my walk in dressing room I had found arrays of different garments, not only were my belongings there but there was a whole wall of items for me to check out. They were all my size. I had been amazed to find them, he had obviously checked me out to the nth degree.

I was stunned to say the least at the obvious expense of it all. Everything was top designer labels, all extremely elegant and very wearable. Being the woman I was, or any woman for that matter, it was impossible not to be impressed by it all. I checked it all and selected a long dress; it was a cross between an evening gown and an ankle length divine light blue silk number.

I donned it and it fit me as if it had been made especially for me alone. It had no sleeves, I liked that, I liked to show my bare arms, the neck was loose fitting with no edges. But it was made for no underwear either; no one could wear this without going native underneath I thought. I quickly took it off, got naked and put it back on. I have to say even I was impressed by me. I looked fantastic.

The dress slid and shimmered over my curvy voluptuous body. I looked as if I had been oiled for it slide around me like that. My hair and the dress made my big blue eyes bigger, I have a toothy smile, not protruding, just a big wide very even, full lipped toothy one. There were around thirty pairs of shoes, all my size, I took a hold of a pair of backless little things they were a matching colour for the dress.

'Jesus Charly, you look out of this world,' were my thoughts. 'This lot will knock him dead, he will want me right from the off.' My personal desire wanted me to make myself look like I know I can.

I felt like I was tempting fate, but needs must. I had to let him know, I would never be his. He would never have my love or consent for why I was here, yes I would do all he asks of me, but that's it, two weeks and it would be over and done with. I would return to my loving husband forever.

I loosely piled my hair up, did my face, my big blue eyes were like headlights. As I approached him he had a look of confusion on his face, he obviously hadn't expected me to dress like this for him did he? I did a twirl for him, I hated myself for that, but the woman in me had made me do it for my guy, and right then he was my guy, so intuition to tease him took me over for the moment.

"Charly, my god you look absolutely magnificent, so attractively beautiful; there can't be a more beautiful woman than you." He told me almost breathlessly. He stood there unabashed at what he was saying to another man's wife, knowing she was his to do with as he willed. It had been decided and agreed by him, myself and Jack my husband.

I was still wondering why he hadn't exercised his right to have me. Why was he waiting? What was in his mind, what were his plans for me? They were to unravel slowly, blindside me, a way past my defences is what he had in his good looking head. I had never been with a black man, other than white skinned ones.

We went to dinner with him at my side, respectful of my presence, deferring to me. He stood at my chair helping me to sit. We had more than turned a few heads as we entered. There were men staring at me, and women at him. I suppose we caused a bit of a stir, me being as beautiful as I was, and him being who he was, a very attractive black man, and his beautiful blond partner.

To be honest the evening was more than pleasant, he was the most attentive companion, he ordered for me, did everything he could to keep me on side. We danced and he was a superb light footed dancer. In fact I really did enjoy the evening right from the get go.

We finished the night off by sitting on our balcony looking out over the night skies of Paris and drank wine. 'Hah I thought, is he trying to get me tipsy, to soften any possible resistance to his undoubted charm. I couldn't have been more wrong. As the night wore down, I said I was a little tired and could I go to bed. This was a request as I knew he would say yes to it, but also that he would be right there with me.

He walked with me to the bedroom and said, "You go ahead Charly, and may I say I have never had the pleasure of being with such a beautiful dazzling woman such as you."

I was flattered; he couldn't be more charming and nice if he had tried.

"Thank you Paul, it's been a lovely night." I responded and went in. I expected him to follow me and make his play. I wouldn't refuse would I? That's why I was here, for his sexual enjoyment. He stepped away and I closed the door behind me, 'what was his game?' In fact I was a little annoyed with him, 'didn't he really have the hots for me?' I asked myself. 'He must have?'

I got ready, putting on my little nightdress, and slipped into bed wondering what was going on; in fact I was feeling horny, why? Then there was a knock on the door, "come in," I called getting into a sitting position, 'ha, here we go, he can't stop himself can he? He's trying to play hardball with me.' I said in my head. Well I thought, he won't win that one!

As I raised my eyes my own jaw hit the floor, he was stood silhouetted against the light behind him. And apart from a pair of snug fitting boxer shorts he was naked, and he looked almost god like stood there, the light spilling around a superbly toned body. I could see him now for what he was worth. It put me right on the back foot.

Any woman worth her own salt appreciates a good looking guy, and I was looking at one. I already knew how charismatic and charming he was. Now I was being treated to a view of his terrific stature. His black skin added to his allure, I quietly sucked in a deep breath, so he was here, I was getting a good eyeful of what I was about to be doing in a few minutes.

How many times can a girl be wrong? He came to me and slid in beside me, I pulled over to the other side. He smiled.

"Don't worry Charly, I am not about to attack you, or force myself on you, please do not be afraid of me, you have nothing to fear."

"I am afraid, I wasn't, but I am now." I told him.

"Turn your back to me Charly, please? I did as he asked wondering what he was about to do with me. The enormity of why I was here was coming home to me.

He just spooned into me and said," go to sleep Charly, we are both a little tired." He put his arm around me, and he lightly cupped my breast. A light kiss on my neck, which made me shudder, then he hunkered down and he went to sleep. I was so stunned, how could he not want me? He must want me? Is he mad or what, how can he behave like this with me lying right next to him like this?

My own thoughts were getting the better of me, I was horny, I was feeling the heat of him. I forced myself to be still. The next thing I knew I was looking at the clock; it was 8.15am. It was the morning, I lay there for a while and then last night filtered through my brain. I turned and there he was smiling that smile at me.

His big dark eyes were twinkling bright in the whiteness around them; his smile was just as bright too. His dark skin against the white pillow was intriguing to say the least, it was the first time I had seen anything like this in my life. The sun was streaming in through the windows, I forgot myself for a moment, I smiled back and said to him. "Good morning." I gasped at myself, and jumped up and out of bed. I heard him laughing as I hurried to the bathroom. 

In there I scolded myself for being so naïve; the trouble was I had liked what I saw. The very sight of this near naked black man next to me in a nice warm bed made me feel all warm inside too. But I had to get control of myself hadn't I? I washed my face, checked myself in the mirror, my womanly senses wouldn't allow me to return without making sure I looked good, so I did! 




Blackmail?



When I got back he was speaking on the phone, he was ordering breakfast to be brought up to us. I was actually glad because it gave me a distraction. I went into my dressing room and got myself decent, as in not half naked any more. I messed about and made myself look good again, I couldn't help it. My female desires made me do it, even if it was for another man.

I was beginning to understand him, I think? He was giving me space, let my insides settle down from the turmoil of what I was here for, and if I'm honest I was grateful to him for that. My opinion of him was changing. I had expected him to, once inside and in privacy of our room to just take me, make me do what ever he wanted, but he wasn't being like that at all.

A waiting waiter served us from an enormous choice of foods, I was famished. We sat side by side on the balcony in the early morning sun over looking Paris. It was heart breakingly beautiful. I felt a pang of romanticism in me. I looked at Paul and he gave me a small but very nice smile. It was becoming clear to me that he wanted me to be happy and calm if it was possible. I was beginning to turn.

He asked me if we could go for a walk, we spent all day in museums, little cafes, and just taking in the sights. It was a truly wonderful day. Then without realising I had done it, my arm was linked through his as we wondered around the narrow and broad streets. Not only was my left arm through his, my right hand was resting lightly on his upper arm too, just the way lovers do when strolling around with each other. 

I looked at him and decided to stay where how I was, no harm in it, I thought. We were even chatting like old friends. I wasn't aware of it but I was aiding my own submission to this very good looking black man. As the day wore on I became more and more lax in my thoughts. He was an absolute gem to be with, he was knowledgeable and intelligent. If we saw something he was able to explain it to the point that I started asking him questions about this that and the other.

We returned to our hotel, and he actually suggested we take a nap after our exhausting day. I agreed, and after I had ensconced myself in the bed which was the biggest in the world, he joined me. Again he was wearing a snug pair of black shorts trimmed in gold. It was my turn to suck in my breath. He looked like what he was, a very powerful specimen of man. He was a black Adonis in every sense of the word.

My insides trembled, I turned away from him to hide my confusion, but I couldn't stop the ripples of desire running through me. He was being as patient as he had to be, he was giving me all the time I needed to warm to the idea that he wanted me. Another man was exciting me, and he was black too, a big strong healthy black man, my husband's saviour and enemy all in one body.

Ask me even now why I did what I did next, and my answer will still be, 'I don't know.' I turned and looked over my shoulder at him and said, "thank you Paul, it's been a fantastic day."

"It was you who made it fantastic Charly; I was the proudest man in Paris having you beside me. I love being just with you" I reached back and gave him a little kiss on his large soft lips.

I know I went bright red, I felt myself burn up, I quickly turned away from him to hide my embarrassment. He spooned right into me and his hand gently cupped my breast as it had done last night. But this time my own hand drifted over and came to rest on his thigh! Hot bare smooth skin burned my palm. Suddenly without warning I wanted him to love me, to take me, give me the pleasure that my body was beginning to cry out for.

My insides, my body had had enough of waiting, I had expected him just to use me, but he had waited and now I was ready to give in. In fact I had already given in, I wanted him, and there were no two ways about it. My marriage vows and fidelity were about to be cast off, not by this blackmailer, but it was I. I was about to break my wedding vows this day!

I knew unequivocally that I was past the point of no return, he had waited, but it was I that was charging head long into willing unfaithfulness. Paul pressed himself to me, cupped my breast proper, then fingered and squeezed my nipple. I exploded in a plethora of emotions, arousal, desire, need, yearning and longing to make love, and be made love to, and by this man!

My hand sought him out, he gave out a small gasp as my fingers found and located themselves around what I was to find out, was his magnificent prick. He lips and teeth closed over my neck and shoulder, he was tight up against me, my hand trapped now as it held him. My nipples were both worked on, and me up!

I suddenly spun away from him, he was alarmed, but he had nothing to worry about. I ripped off the nightdress I was wearing, yanked at his shorts, and said.

"Paul Rafferty I need you, I want to make love, do you want me Paul, do you need me, tell me, I need to know?" This was with the huskiest breathy voice I had ever heard myself use; I was guttural in my arousal now. It was also the little girl in me, all women that needs love desperately, to be wanted and longed for.

"I have never wanted a woman more in my life than you Charly; I have wanted you and loved you before I even knew you." Was the most concise and best answer I had ever heard? He wanted me before he even knew me! Oh Wow. I leaned down and kissed him, it was a surprise to me too. I had never even contemplated giving him my kiss, my kiss was just that, mine.

Soon I was on my back being softly and urgently attacked by him, oh he wanted me alright; it was there in my right hand wasn't it. It was a hard, long, smooth and thick cock. It was the cock of a man. I gave no thought to Jack now; he had been cast out of my head. My sole concentration was what was in my hand, getting it to where it was needed the most. 

Paul rose above me, looked me deep in my eyes, smiled longingly at me, and said, "hello Charly, nice to meet you at last." Then with my help finding the right place, he was in me, I gasped and moaned as his (I was to find out many many times,) superb cock filled me to the gunnels. I don't know what got to me the most, the heat from it, the way it filled me, the absolute power and hardness of it and him, or being about to be fucked by this terrific looking, and as I was also finding out, very exciting sexy black man.

I know there are many blond women out there that fantasise about this, but I honestly had never done that. But I was fantasising about it now. I pictured myself looking down from above and seeing only my two arms bent at the elbows, two legs and my head under him. Then unwittingly I orgasmed hard. My left hand on the back of his head, my right around him holding close, both of my legs hooked over him, knees bent and high with my heels digging into his strong thighs. My face pressed next to his, eyes closed and kissing him, urging him on to greater, bigger and better things. My wishes were granted.

I was where he had wanted me to be, and now I was where I wanted to me, under this man of men. His very blackness added to my towering arousal, submission, call it what you will. But I knew I was somewhere I had never been. This was unknown, yes I know it was new, but it was also so different, I had never had a cock in me that could do what it was doing, and I had never been under a man who could do what he was doing. 

His very presence, the hardness of his body. The self assurance of him completely took me over. Paul began to fuck and make love to me, long slow strokes, quick fire rapid one's, not three of each, it was five, ten, then two whatever it was but it kept me on a super highway of orgasmic bliss. And now knowing I had a big black cock in me heightened my feeling of heavenly loving.

Paul was strong enough and patient enough to have waited until I gave myself up to him. I'm sure he would have waited a week if he had to, but his charm, self assurance, charismatic personality. The way people responded to him had brought me here to this. I had thought that behind the mask of geniality he had shown me and Jack, was a domineering sexual bully. I couldn't have been more wrong or further from the truth.

He was on me; I was wonderfully pinned down by him, his hips pounding now at mine as he built up to a tumultuous finale. He made me cum time after time. I was hanging on willing him to come in me, begging silently for that glorious moment when a man fills his woman with his cum. He did, he buried himself into me, crushed me tightly to him and shot load after load of hot steaming cum in me.

He collapsed over me, I couldn't move, I didn't even want to, lying under him trapped as I was, was absolutely glorious. I surrendered to the moment, to him, and to what he had just done to me and for me. I still had him in my arms, my feet draped over him, I was as comfortable as a woman who had just been given the staff of life could be.

He kissed me passionately and lovingly, peered into my eyes then slipped slowly away and on to his side. He gathered me into him, this is where the after glow took place, we shared long deep kisses. I held nothing back, how could I? I was staring into his dark handsome face, a flush even through the deep blackness of him was there, I could see it. He was feeling what I was feeling. This made me hold myself to him as only girls can after all this.

He pulled slightly away, smiled at me then laughed, I did too, it was a 'I thought that was brilliant' laugh from the both of us. We ended up face to face again, neck to neck, body to body. I could see my blond hair against his thorough blackness. It was truly an amazing sight to me; the contrast was stunning, and stunningly exciting.

We spent the next hour or so in each others arms, kissing, canoodling, loving, touching, feeling, he even tickled me which made me yelp and giggle. It all seemed so natural. I had gone form a disgruntled woman because I had literally been forced into this. My husband Jack had not liked it one bit, but doors had been closed on us firmly. We had decided there were no options left open to us but to submit to Paul Rafferty's demand.

And now here I was in bed with him feeling in me the sanctuary of his love. And yes, his dominance, because he was definitely a very dominant man, but only in the sense that a person made him that way, he knew what he wanted, he went after it, in this case it had been me, and I had given into him totally and willingly too. He had brought me to him his way, but me thinking it had been mine!

It was about that time that I actually thought about Jack, if he knew where I was, what I was doing, had been doing, and how much I was enjoying being here with this wonderful black artiste, he would go mental. But it had to be faced; I really did want to be where I was, and who I was with.

I was with a consummate lover, a wonderful man and perfect to be with, I kissed him hard and long. I was learning his body, I was all over him touching, feeling, prodding and also let me tell you, biting! I got him on his broad back, my hair hanging down over him, it made me swoon to see it sliding around his smooth skinned body. The eye boggling sight of my white skin nestling into his made me gasp.

"You want to have that nap Charly, or go for round two?" he asked playfully.

"Round two? You'll have to be better than that my friend, I want the world championship, end of!" I had his cock in my hand as I jacked him off rapidly, it was growing again, much to my delight.

"On your knees woman," he roared, "head down, now!" 

I giggled and pleaded. "Oh no sir no please, not that!" I begged, as I scrambled to get up to my knees and in position.

He was behind me the instant I was there, and he banged that beautiful thick black pole all the way into my slick hot pussy. I cried out, it was agony to get it hammered into me like that. But the pleasure it gave me far outweighed the pain, I loved it. I held tight and let him have me anyway he wanted, I was subjected to the most glorious battering a woman could have taken, bliss, heaven, marvellously hurting with every powerful thrust.

How many climaxes I had I will never know, they seemed to roll into one, with every thrust, a bang of climax detonated in me. I know I fell away; I couldn't stay upright any longer. I was beaten by his prick to within an inch of my life, well it felt like that anyway. It truly was the most wonderful, hardest agonising fucking I have ever had, and I don't say that lightly.

I found out I was lying on my side, Paul was right behind me, he was slumbering, I peeked at the clock, it was 11pm, I closed my eyes but never went to sleep. I relived the day in my head, how we had walked, talked, how I had grown close and then closer to him. How I had almost thrown myself at him, nearly begging him to make love to me. And then he had uttered those magical adoring words that had stripped away any pretence that I didn't want this.

"I have never wanted a woman more in my life than you Charly; I have wanted you and loved you even before I knew you." 

They would be seared into my heart and brain for ever more. Then it was morning, I heard the shower and got up, a little groggily I can tell you, and not a little sore either.

I walked in and he was humming to himself, the tune was, 'I got you babe,' does he mean me, I thought. I stepped and straight into his arms, after much and lengthy kissing I held myself off him. 

"Stand still," I told him, "I want to look at you." He just smiled and did as he was told, then slowly turning for me to take in the magnificent sight I had ever really seen. Nothing could have been more stunning stood there like that in front of me. I was totally enchanted by his powerful muscular frame, the broad shouldered, narrow hipped, strong legged, dark ebony statue like man.

I felt myself go giddy, my body reacted in the only way it could, it was on fire in a second, blazing hot, needing to be doused with love and black cock, and Paul had both there right in front of me. 

"You, back to bed right now!" I ordered him, my finger pointing in his face. I turned and ran off, he caught me before I got there, we were dripping wet but who cared? I certainly didn't.

We didn't make love this time, we nearly raped each other, he was manic at me and in me. I was just as manic back, my nails ripped at him, my teeth almost gouged chunks out of him, but nothing stopped us until there was nothing left to stop. Breath was a rich thing to have, both of us were gasping and heaving deeply. I don't think there can be many men or women out there who has ever fucked that hard at each other, both at the same time, no quarter given, none asked.

I awoke again at 12 noon, Paul was there with me, his arm over me as if he was protecting me, I felt a huge wave of emotion washing over me. I felt his lips on my lower neck, it caused me to moan. How can he do this? I thought, one touch and I'm on my way, was it because of the newness of this love affair, is that what it was, or maybe a two week fuck fest, then he would be gone. 

Would he want to continue seeing me? What about Jack? Now that thought really did pop my eyes open, 'Jack, oh Jack,' I muttered in my head. I never meant this to happen, I knew what was going to happen yes. But not the way I was feeling about it. I slid out of bed and went to the shower, I closed and locked the door to the bathroom, I had to think.

I didn't love Paul did I? Did I? I couldn't do, not just after three days with him, it had got off to a slow start, if that's the correct analogy, but we were certainly flying now though weren't we, I said in my head. I had never made love or been made love to like that in my life. Jack and I hadn't for sure, of course we were and had been passionate strong lovers, but not like this. None of my lovers before him had reached these heights; nothing like this had ever come my way. And Paul was black too, what would people say or think if they knew.

The one thing I couldn't get out of my head was the way I was feeling, I had absolutely loved loving him, and being loved by him in this maniacal childish way. It was like hunger, food for a dying person, the water of life, an elixir. I thought all this and more while I was showering, I took my time, I always do.

When I had finished, dried my hair applied some make up, donned a dressing gown I returned to 'our' room. He was up and dressed; he had used the other bathroom and was waiting for me. Waiting for me again? He was standing back once more, letting me go with the flow, making up my own mind.

The one thing I would never get out of my mind was the way it had been between us. And I knew, just knew that I would want it again. To go back and recover that mind blowing bliss he had shared with me. I smiled happily and we went for lunch, but it wasn't long before I wanted to get him back to our room. My horniness and libido was running wild. I had never wanted a man so much, I was used to being pursued, not being the pursuer.

As soon as I got him in I was on him, I had worn a slinky little number, with the obvious hint of even skimpier underwear especially for him. He was just as eager, he threw me on the bed and attacked me, if I had wanted to keep him off it would have been impossible. I have never understood what being ravished meant really, but I do now. Oh boy do I know now!

This time we didn't make love in any sense of the word, I never got to make love either, he just plain fucked me, and he fucked me for a long long time. His powerful black body and mind controlled me from the off. His face was a mask of concentration, his body was steel hard, and his prick was a bar of black iron.

He topped me completely; I knew early on what I was in for and gave in to it. No man had ever done this to me, not got any where near it. It was all brand new, I wasn't ready for it. He powered me to my utter demise. I couldn't stand what he was doing to me, and yet I was in utter fear it would end.

My final climax just about killed me; it was of earthquake proportions in a Richter scale of 10. It was the most beautiful wonderful occurrence in my whole life bar none. I was sleeping, making love, and fucking in turn now, all I wanted was to be under him, with his great black weapon deep in me.

When I came sort of to my senses, because I did feel as if I had been knocked out! It was dark outside; we hadn't eaten since early morning. I slipped out of bed and quietly ordered a meal complete with champagne. Accompanied by lots of flowers for me, even at this late hour my request was complied with. I made Paul give the girl a huge tip!

We ate and spent most of the rest of the night talking, and chatting about all sports of things. Then I wormed it around to me, Jack and him.

"So," I said, "come on tell me when this plan of yours was first born, to get me into all this?"

"Fair question Charly," he said, "but I never planned anything until long after Jack told me I was his last hope to save his business. To me at the time it was just another business deal that I could make money on."

"So where did I enter the equation?" I asked.

"The day I met you I thought to myself, and said, if only I could spend time with her, she is just so beautiful, but I saw behind that beauty mask that there was a real woman, a woman I wanted to know." He told me.

"And..."

"Well the idea first came when Jack told me of the consequences of not getting the loan from me."

"Why, what did he say?"

"He told me that if there was a way of getting it, he would give up just about anything."

"Did he actually say, me?" I asked.

"No no, of course not, but after a few days I called him and told him he could have the money at 1% interest, but that I wanted something he had."

"That's when I came into it?"

"More or less yes." Paul said. "But to be honest I was certain he would go ballistic and say no."




Blackmail?



"So what did he say?"

"He blew his top; I had all on to keep him off me!" I smiled at that, I could imagine him doing just that.

"But I managed to calm him down, made him listen to me, and then asked him to discuss it with you. That's the top and bottom of it, and that's what happened."

"Wow," I said. "And here I am?" I said somewhat sardonically.

"Yes Charly, here you are, and apart from all of that, is there any chance that you might be feeling a little better about it, being here with me?"

"Taking it all into consideration, I have to say that I have found you to be a very charming man and fun to be with."

"It has nothing to do with this then?" He picked up his beautiful black woman killer and waved it at me. I laughed out loud.

"Again, yes it has a lot to do with it," I said, as I swapped his hand for mine.

We kissed a lot and fumbled with each other, I really was getting into him now. Was I falling in love, was it possible for me to do that. He is a black man, he wasn't my husband, and I knew now that I did love all of this. But unknown to me for now an even bigger upset and surprise was waiting for me down the line. 

We went back to sleep and rose early the next morning, Paul hired a driver for the day for a sight seeing tour of things we didn't know about. We seemed to go every where, Paul took dozens and dozens of photos of things and places we went to, including lots of me, I took lots of him and he asked different people to take lots of us, arm in arm.

We had a quick afternoon tea, I was in my element here in Paris, it was a city to fall in love with and with the person you are with too. I was becoming more and more comfortable with him around me.

When we got back we shared a bath, it was the most intimate of things I had ever done. I absolutely marvelled at his chiselled back, the water cover black skin that I loved sliding my hands over. We washed and toyed with each other, but there was one thing I wanted to do now that I couldn't in here, suck his beautiful black, red purple topped angry looking cock!

He tortured my nipples, drove me and my pussy insane. He also fingered my ass, which pulled me up; he saw the look of concern in my eyes and took his finger away. He wanted to make love to me in the bath but I said no, I have something else in mind.

"Come on Paul, let's get dried?" He obeyed me, he followed me into the bedroom, and I told him to stand in the middle of the room. I had planned this moment within the last 15 minutes. I went o his jacket and removed his camera. I turned and he was smiling. He knew what I intended, or thought he did. He was in for a big surprise, I hoped!

I got him nice and hard, and I had tell him to keep his hands to himself while I was ready for him, again he obeyed me. This had to be the most patient man on earth. I had his gorgeaous staff hard and proud, I circled him taking pictures from all sides, and including close ups of him anf that big life giver.

Then I handed the camera to him, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock into my hungry mouth. I heard him gasp in appreciation, but he got the message when I clicked my fingers at him. 'Start taking photos' was what I was saying. He did, he snapped away as I went up and down that heavenly black cock. 

I kissed and licked my way up and down, taking his dark hairy balls one by one, sucking them in. Burying my face and nose into him, breathing in his black aroma. He got me in every place, this all made me go at him harder, if it was possible I wanted him to capture me capturing him when he came and shot his load into me, and me swallowing all he gave me.

He nearly fell over a couple of times but he snapped away as we went, it was truly the most erotic thing that could happen, two lovers giving their all for the other. He came then, a loud grunt, sag of his knees, his insistence to stay on his feet was won. And he snapped away at all of it.

When we finally recovered to be able to get to the bed we crawled on to it. He pulled me to him, and said.

"Charly that has to be the finale of all finales, nothing could ever again top what you have just done for me, and splendid isn't the word for it, in fact there isn't a word that can ever adequately cover it."

I smiled in happiness, beamed with pride, what I had just done had taken even me by the short and curlys; I had actually stunned myself too. He was becoming such a special man to me now. Then the best part, he loaded the camera onto the computer that was stood on the credenza in the corner of the room, it was a fully loaded one with all the connections world wide including a printer.

He connected it to the wide screen TV fitted into the foot of the bed and we settled down to watch. But first we watched the days pictures, we laughed and chatted about it, what fun.

Then the photos we had just taken came on. I gasped in total admiration for the first one, he was stood there in the centre of the room in all his absolute naked glory, he was the epitome of man. A black god, stood there as if made from oak!

I saw all the pics I had taken as I circled him, my hand found his prick as I watched. Then came his pics, I was astounded at them, they were so erotically unbelievable, I watched my face going in and out as I sucked him, my lips and cheeks billowing, my eyes fixed on his. My white skin was pressing to him as I did, my blond hair flowing around as I sucked that magnificent black tool.

Then the ultimate of photos, he had managed to capture the moment he blew, his hips jerked forward, I went back with him, my cheeks swelled, my head bobbed, you could see the suction I was applying to get it down, but not before my taste buds had their fill. Each photo was different, close in, far off, eyes closed, eyes popped wide open. Then one of the last, his wet sticky dripping cock falling out from my captive lips, oh, ooooh!

"We'll check these out later Charly, they are too good not to go thought them again, agreed?" He asked.

"You bet Paul you bet," I said, and snuggled into him. Something was changing between us I could feel it, but I kept it to myself, I could sense he was feeling something too.

We showered and got ready for dinner. I made myself look as good as I could for him. I wanted every head to turn when we walked into the restaurant. I wore a long flowing black dress, heels, a gold chain; I had the hotel hairdresser come to do my hair for me. She piled it high on my head, glorious big loose curls. And I achieved the look I wanted, and it was all for him.

What did I wear under my dress? Nothing, I was as naked as the day I was born, nothing was going to spoil my entrance. Paul was dressed in a black dinner suit, he looked so good I drooled, crisp bright white shirt, bow tie. I knew we looked like the town couple, and every head did turn when we swished by.

It was a lovers dinner, we hardly noticed anyone, we only had eyes for each other, and those eyes were talking between them too. Was I falling in love, I felt it in my chest, I know the feeling, that aching feeling. I just wanted to be close to him, near him, touch him, and most of all to love him. It choked me.

Three hours later we were back in our room, I was expecting to go straight to bed and make love. What a wake up call I had, a few minutes after we got there, there was a knock on the door. Paul smiled at me quizzically and opened it.

In walked a trio, a violinist, a man with castanet's, and another with a clarinet. They stood off to one side and started playing soft romantic music for us. Paul asked me to dance, it was so magical and romantic it made me cry. We floated around the room for a while, then we sat on the balcony and had a glass of wine while they tootled away behind us. I sat there with my head on his shoulder, his arm around mine.

After they left Paul undressed me in the middle of the floor, wasn't hard though was it? All I had on was my dress and shoes! I was naked in a moment, I got his off after a while and we sank into bed, the love we shared that night was made in heaven. Nothing could have been better, nothing at all. Just before I went to sleep my mind turned to my husband Jack. I realised I hadn't thought of him for a long times.

The next morning we woke love in our hearts and sex on our minds. But?

Paul in between other things fingered my butt again. It was then I knew what he was after, I had never done this, I had always shied away from it. I knew it would hurt, I thought it was a little dirty and also a little kinky.

Before I had married Jack I had always flatly refused my boyfriends access to my ass. But as Jack was my husband I would never refuse him anything he wanted, if he wanted my ass he would get it. But he never had so I was happy not to do it. But I knew Paul wanted me there now, it was obvious.

"Paul," I said, "I'm not sure about that." But he just kept twiddling away, the look on his face was inscrutable. It suddenly dawned on me that he wasn't taking no for an answer, was this to be our first disagreement? No it wasn't, he jammed his finger all the way in and bit my nipples at the same time. I exploded into a raging boiling arousal.

He kissed me, "Charly," he whispered, "I need you darling, I need this." How could I say no to him? The answer was I couldn't so I didn't.

"Yes Paul you can have me anyway you want, anyway, I don't care as long as it's me that you want." He gave me the longest of looks that said, 'I will want you for ever Charly.'

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Up on your knees to start with honey." He told me softly.

"Okay," I said, and got up on them, he got behind me and slipped that wonderful prick deep into my slick wet pussy, he rodded me a long time, getting me hotter and hotter for him. Then I felt the first nudge on my ass. I cringed.

"Relax Charly, relax, I'll be as gentle as I can."

And he was too, I felt my ass giving way, expanding slowly, then pop it was in. The head of his cock opened me up, the intrusion made me fall flat on my face, he pushed a little, I squealed in fear and intrepidation. But I was also determined to give him what he wanted no matter what pain I felt.

He held me by my shoulders, I could feel it and him pressing, pulling, as slowly millimetre by millimetre he sank further and further into me. It did hutrt like hell I moaned and groaned. Paul shushed me, kissed my neck and shoulders. But he kept up his onslaught slowly. I was wriggling under him, tears were in my eyes.

But slowly the pain subsided and was replaced with a feeling I had never known. It was sublime to say the least, and I think it was the fact that it was Paul on me doing what he wanted most, this turned me on knowing I was giving him me.

"Paul," I whispered over my shoulder.

"Yes Charly?" He asked softly, still working slowly in me, my ass was full to bursting point, or so it felt.

"Do me Paul," I said, "do my ass, give it to me Paul I want all of you Paul do me anyway you want." It was a submissive demand from my own lips, what was I saying!

Paul, to coin a phrase went at me like a bull at a gate. I was swamped by him, he fucked my ass like a man possessed. Only it was I that was possessed. Possessed by him. He pummelled me totally. I had spread and expanded now, there was no resistance from me or my ass. It was his now, as I was. 

Then if it was at all possible my ass expanded some more, because I felt heat filling me like a blast from a napalm bomb, he was cumming in me, my insides were on fire, it was glorious. I had a gigantic climax of my own to go with his.

When it was over and we had both come down from wherever we had been deposited. He slowly slipped out of me, that actually hurt too. But the feeling of utter contentment, fulfilment and satisfaction could not, nor ever would be replaced.

After forever I got up, but not before swapping lots of spit and tonsil dancing with him, I went into the shower to gather myself up. When I returned about an hour later he was on the computer.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, my wet blond hair trailing down his flat muscular black chest.

"What are you up to Paul?" I asked.

"Well Charly, I've just had a bit of a shock!" I was alarmed.

"What is it?" I asked him. I sat in his lap, but thinking, how comfy does a woman have to be to behave with a man like this? I thought, as I snuggled down on him.

"I don't know if you are going to be very happy Charly, but I think you have a right to see and know this." He said.

"What on earth are you talking about Paul?" I was worried now.

He clicked a button and a picture came up, it was Jack with a bag over his shoulder leaving our house. Then several more followed until they culminated in him entering my friend's house. Her name is Davina. Paul pointed to the date on each photo, it was Saturday, the day I left to come here with Paul.

The next lot showed him leaving, the date and time was the following day, and in one of them he was kissing her as if saying goodbye! That's when the penny dropped, the bastard was having an affair while I was here with Paul, but the I realised that it couldn't have just started.

"What the fuck is he doing?" I said, but demanded to myself.

"He is having an affair with that woman, who ever she id Charly, I'm sorry."

"But why, he was devastated about you and I, how could he?"

"I don't know, but he obviously is, it confirms what I was thinking about him." Paul said.

"What do you mean Paul?" I asked him.

"He gave in too easily Charly, about letting you come with me. It made me wonder why."

"But you must have known, and who has taken those photos?" I said, bewildered.

Before he answered he showed me more photos, this time it was her who entered my home, my home! And the last date was this very morning, and again they sneaked a kiss before she left.

"Charly when I first told Jack what I wanted, he did rear up about it, and I had expected it. But he soon calmed down and agreed to talk to you. If you had been my wife and it had been him proposing this, I would have killed him. He just walked away and here you are. And there they are, and that's why he let it happen, it's given him two weeks with her.

"That fucking bastard!" I yelled. "He let me believe he was blackmailed when all along he was looking forward to time with her, that ugly fucking bitch!" I was yelling at the top of my voice. Paul held me close and tight. I broke down in tears then.

"How could he Paul, how could he do this to me, I'm his wife, I've never done anything wrong, I've loved him and given him everything he ever wanted. I've never been unfaithful, not until now. And I was forced even into this!"

I went to bed and cried, Paul came to me, and held me in his strong arms, I did appreciate that.

"I'm sorry Charly, I really am, but because I have a suspicious mind I had him tagged to see what he was up to. After all I did/do have a lot of money invested in him. But I didn't know of this I swear."

"Don't worry Paul, I believe you." I told him. Then I went to sleep, I was exhausted. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was him, he was at by me, watching over me. He looked so sad.

"Come here," I told him, he crawled in next to me. I had made my mind up.

"Paul we are going to have a ball for the rest of the time we are here, I'm forgetting all this until I get home, then you just watch the fireworks.

He was as happy as I had seen him, he kissed me, I kissed him back and then we fucked, oh did we fuck. I was manic to say the least, I had a lot of pent up emotion to get rid of. And Paul was the beneficiary, or the target if you like, either way he knew he had been in a fight!

That night in bed after another wonderful day, he told me quietly that he loved me!

I never said the words back but I felt them, I had to wait until I had confronted Jack, but I think I knew I loved Paul too.

On our last day he showed me all the other photos there were of the happy couple.

"I want copies of them in my hand for when we get back Paul." He never said anything, but he did look at me with concern.

We arrived home, Pauls car dropped me off and I entered my home, but I didn't feel like I was home at all.

"Darling, oh darling you're back, oh Charly I've missed you so much, I've been going crazy worrying about you, are you okay?" He sounded so sincere I nearly clapped my hands at his performance.

"I've never felt better Jack, what have you been up to while I was on my enforced caused by you blackmail trip with Paul Rafferty?" I was leading him to my knockout punch.

"I've just been here Charly, pining for you, apart from work I haven't been out of the house."

"No?" I said, then I dropped the incriminating photos on the table.

"How's Davina, hope she's well?" I said. His face dropped.

He picked some up, looked at them, his face lost all colour.

"You are a cheating lying bastard Jack, you forced me to go with Paul and all the time you were having it off with my supposed fucking friend!" I screamed at him.

"But Charly, it was just a fling, someone's shoulder to cry on while you were away, I swear." He bleated.

"Fuck off Jack you have been fucking her for, how long Jack hey, how long?" I demanded. He knew he was caught.

That's when he started coming out with reason's and excuses, I let him finish, then said.

"You and I are through Jack, I want a divorce, we are over, and I want half of everything we have, including the business.

This shocked him to the core, I could tell.

"But Charly, please, lets talk baby, we can put this behind us, I love you." He moaned.

That's when I kicked him in the balls, shoe point first.

"Divorce Jack, that's all we have now." I picked uop my bags and left. Pauls car was still there I had asked the driver to wait for me, I knew I would need it.

"Mr Rafferty's home please?" I told him. When I arrived, I rang the bell. He opened it, his mouth was wider than the door on seeing me there.

"By the way," I said, " I love you too, can I come in?"



Blackmail



Before I launch into my story, let me introduce you to the main characters. 

First there is Andrew. Andrew is about forty, quite fit, good health, reasonable looking and with a friendly disposition. He is slightly introverted but good company once you get to know him, with a wicked sense of humour. He has a good job and is financially comfortable. He's computer literate and knows his way around the internet.

Then there is Melody. Melody is in her early twenties, fit, healthy and very good looking. She has hazel eyes that turn green in some circumstances, and red hair, or auburn as she prefers to call it. She is currently working in what she considers a dead-end job and has ambitions. 

Melody is an extrovert, and considers herself to be the instant friend of anyone she meets. She is also computer literate and knows her way around the internet.

It was the internet that brought Andrew and Melody together. 

Andrew was checking out some dating sites. He found that for an introvert, the anonymity of the net was a good way to meet people and get to know them without having to openly come out of his shell.

Melody was trolling the dating sites looking for potential suitors. Being the extrovert of the pair she made the first advances, setting up some chat sessions with Andrew.

Over the next few months they had quite a few chat sessions, exchanged photos, genuine on Melody's part but slightly touched up by Andrew, and swapped personal information, some real, some with the truth shaded and some outright lies. Just typical internet chit-chat.

Naturally, over the months sexual innuendo and flirting developed. Andrew was interested and was screwing up his nerve to invite her out when Melody beat him to the punch. 

Melody suggested to Andrew that they meet up for a date. To protect her immediate privacy she would book into a hotel and he could pick her up there. It seemed to Andrew just what he had hoped for, so time and date were arranged.

Andrew picked up Melody at the appointed time, half expecting to be stood-up, but delighted to find her there, ready and waiting for him.

Andrew escorted Melody to dinner and found her to be a vivacious partner, quite willing to carry the burden of conversation. Melody in her turn found Andrew to a thoughtful and considerate date with a keen intelligence that more than matched her own. She had, she decided, struck it lucky.

After dinner they took in a show and then Andrew escorted Melody back to her hotel. It was then that the night started to vary slightly from the path that Andrew had assumed they would follow. He had thought, seeing it was only a first genuine date, that Melody would say goodbye in the lobby, after possibly arranging to meet again.

Not so. At the hotel Melody simply smiled and suggested he escort her to her room, the implication quite blatant that a sexual encounter was now on her agenda. As far as Andrew was concerned, what could a gentleman do? 

Please don't think that Andrew was an old roué, eager to jump any young maiden that came his way. Nor was he a besotted lover, eager to follow his heart's desire. He was a healthy male in the prime of life who saw no reason to knock back a friendly encounter with no strings attached.

Andrew was also a highly intelligent individual who knew that if something looked too good to be true, then it probably was. However, he thought himself capable of handling anything that might crop up, be it a variation of the badger game, a request for payment for services rendered or just a night spent with an interesting woman.

On entering her suite Melody prepared a drink for them both and then asked Andrew to excuse her for a moment while she changed into something more comfortable. Andrew looked after her thoughtfully as she disappeared and then took a little precaution. He opened her bag and took a photo of her driver's license. Just in case.

After a few moments Melody called out to Andrew, so he crossed to the door she had gone through to see what she wanted. He found out that Melody was very comfortable in her skin, so she hadn't actually bothered to change into other clothes. Just out of the ones she had been wearing.

Andrew stood at the door, examining her as she stood there. Red hair (that tuft was definitely red, not auburn), green eyes, which he could have sworn were hazel earlier, and a magnificent figure on display. It was obvious that when she went swimming she wore a small bikini. Very small if those little white triangles were any indication. The white triangles made the pink of her areola look even pinker, and her nipples were rosy and pointing.

Stripping of his clothes as he moved, Andrew crossed to meet her. He noticed that a condom packet had been opened and was on the table next to the bed. Reaching Melody, Andrew found her helping him off with the remainder of his clothes, helping him put the condom on, and then they were both falling back onto the bed.

They came together quickly, fiercely. There was no bothering with foreplay. Melody was insistent, wanting Andrew and wanting him now. Andrew had no objection, entering Melody quickly and smoothly, finding her wet, warm and willing.

They danced the mating dance. Andrew tried to draw it out but Melody would have none of that, driving him towards a climax as quickly as she could, thrusting herself against him, eager to have him come.

All too soon Andrew ejaculated, disappointed in himself that he wasn't able to last until Melody could climax as well. Melody, however, didn't seem to mind in the least. She seemed what Andrew considered to be inordinately pleased about the whole affair, and was eager to arrange another date in a couple of weeks time.

Departing, Andrew couldn't help but feel something was not quite right, but he was damned if he could tell what it was.

Something was wrong, as Andrew discovered the following Saturday. He received a phone call from Melody, which surprised him as he hadn't known she had his number. 

"Andrew, I need to see you," she told him. "Will you be home alone this afternoon?"

"I will be, but what's this about?" Andrew asked.

"I'll tell you when I see you," replied Melody, hanging up before he could say anything else.

"Curious," he thought. "Apparently she knows my address as well."

At about two o'clock Andrew's doorbell rang and, answering, he found Melody standing there, smiling happily.

Inviting Melody in, Andrew asked how she got his address. She smiled.

"You're in the phone book," Melody said. "I also picked up information about you from your Facebook page and your sons' Facebook pages. It's easy to find out about people if you really want to, and I learnt a lot about you before I actually went out with you. A girl has to be careful you know."

Digging into her purse, Melody produced a memory stick. 

"Could you plug this into your PC or TV, please? There's something on it I think you should see."

Shrugging mentally, Andrew took the memory stick and plugged it into his PC. There was a single file there, a movie.

"Press play," Melody urged, taking a seat and leaning back comfortably.

Pressing play, Andrew watched as the movie played. It opened with a shot of him standing in the hotel bedroom doorway, then followed him across the room as he undressed. It was plain to him that there had probably been three cameras hidden in the room, as the movie gave an excellent view of his entire session with Melody. 

Andrew looked at Melody, eyebrow raised quizzically.

"If you don't pay me five thousand dollars, your wife will get a copy of that video," Melody told him. "I know you can afford it, as I also researched your financial situation. This won't be an ongoing thing. A single payment will keep me satisfied."

Andrew was not amused. Actually, he was quietly furious, although you couldn't tell that by his demeanour.

"You shouldn't believe everything you're find on the net, Melody. I have no wife," Andrew told her.

"Yes, you do. I said I did my research and that includes your wife's details and the details of both your boys." Melody proceeded to give Andrew the date of the wedding, his wife's name and his son's names. 

"Helen was my wife. She no longer is. I suggest you drop this whole thing now before I do or say something that we will both regret."

"Nice try, Andrew, but I checked for divorce and you haven't had one. Your wife is not recorded as living anywhere else and your entry in the phonebook is in the name of you and your wife," Melody said cheerfully, quite certain that she had Andrew cold.

"The phonebook entry is in joint names because I've never gone to the effort of getting it changed," said Andrew. "You should have checked the obits. Helen died of an aneurism, three years ago. And I'd like to congratulate you. You've got me thoroughly pissed off, and that hasn't happened in a long time. You should have dropped the whole idea when I warned you."

Melody paled, finally realising that she had made a mistake. She hurriedly rose to her feet, intending to leave and to not linger while she did so.

Andrew was faster, catching her arm before she was even out of the chair properly.

"Isn't it fortunate that you made sure I was home alone before you came around?" he said silkily. "This lets us have some privacy while I explain what I think of your attempts at blackmail."

Holding Melody firmly by the arm, Andrew took her to the main bedroom. Melody was protesting and struggling, both of which Andrew ignored. Once in the bedroom he turned to her.

"I," he said, "am going to put you across my knee and beat some repentance into you. When I think you're suitably repentant and apologetic I'll cease."

"You wouldn't dare," stated Melody nervously. "That'd be assault. I could have you charged."

Andrew laughed, admiring her gall. 

"You don't think attempted blackmail is against the law?" he asked. "And if you did complain to the police I'd explain that it was just a lover's quarrel, that you like getting spanked before you have sex."

"We're not lovers," protested Melody, "and I'll tell them that."

Andrew laughed again. 

"I think you may find that they may not believe you when I shown them your little video," he pointed out, to Melody's chagrin. She had forgotten that little detail.

"I don't care," she spat. "You're not beating me. I'll scream if you try."

"Scream away," said Andrew, sitting on the bed and jerking Melody towards him. "You're the one who wanted no-one else to be home, remember."

Melody swore and tried to pull away, uselessly. Andrew calmly pulled her between his legs and forced her to bend over one, his legs holding her firmly and a hand on her back holding her down in a nice spankable position.

Melody swore again as she felt him pulling her skirt up and away from her bottom, leaving it bare in front of him except for the thong she was wearing. 

"What are you doing, you bastard," she screamed when she felt Andrew pulling her thong down. "There's no need to take them off! They're just thongs."

"I know, but I prefer it this way," said Andrew. "Consider yourself luck I'm not stripping you completely."

A hand came down, hard and fast, raising a large red handprint and a panicked scream from Melody.

"All right, all right," she said, babbling in her haste. "I'm sorry. Don't do this."

"I'm sure you're sorry right now," agreed Andrew, delivering a second hard wallop. "But you're only sorry that you didn't get away with it."

Melody screamed and struggled, swearing bitterly at Andrew as he commenced to deliver a good hard spanking, rapidly turning her bottom a rosy red.

Melody quickly found that calling Andrew a bastard seemed to result in a harder spank. Trying to apologise had no effect. Tears and screams were ignored. Andrew was seriously angry with her, and intent on demonstrating that face.

After ten minutes that seemed an eternity to Melody, Andrew suddenly jerked her back upright. Looking at Melody's tear-stained face, he nodded.

"You seem to be starting to get the message," he said, his voice icy. "I've decided to finish this with you naked. Strip, and make it fast."

Desperate to appease him now, willing to do anything that might cut the beating short, Melody hastily took off her top and bra and let her skirt drop.

Andrew slowly ran his eye over her, appreciating her lovely figure. 

"We'll continue this with you leaning over the bed," he told her. "Place you weight on your hands and lean there with your legs apart."

Hastily and reluctantly Melody obeyed, her nerves quivering as she waited for the beating to continue. Then she screamed in protest.

"Stop that! This is rape, you swine," she shrieked.

Andrew had reached between her legs, moved her lips apart and penetrated her with one fast thrust.

"I'm just continuing your beating," he informed her. "The external beating is over, and now you're getting an internal one."

"You bastard. This is not a beating. It's rape. Stop it. Stop it now," wailed Melody.

Andrew's reply was purely physical, thrusting hard into her. For a few minutes while Melody squealed, swore and protested, Andrew thrust into her, demonstrating a total lack of finesse, watching for her reaction.

Finally seeing, and feeling, the signs he was waiting for, Andrew changed what he was doing. His hands reached around and closed upon Melody's breasts. He changed his rhythm from the rough thrusting he'd been doing to a slower and deeper movement, feeling Melody moving in unison with him.

This time, Andrew was in control of the sex, and he took his time, driving Melody relentlessly towards a climax. Melody knew what he was doing but felt helpless to resist him. The collapse of her little scheme followed by the spanking and the unexpected sex had temporarily defeated her, and she just wanted to move with him and please him. For now, anyway.

Noting that Melody was no longer abusing him but gasping in time to their mutual rhythm, Andrew took his time, holding back on his own climax while letting Melody's build. Listening to her gasps, he noted when they changed to little squeals of anticipation, and started thrusting hard and fast, willing to let his own climax come now, as he could tell that Melody was ready.

Melody screamed, swept away by her climax, hearing Andrew gasp as her internal muscles clamped upon him, and then feeling him ejaculate deep within her, flooding her. She stayed bent over the bed, not speaking or moving, just breathing heavily and waiting for Andrew to move away.

For a few moments Andrew stood there, remaining in her while he gently stroked her breasts. Finally he pulled back, letting her go.

Melody slowly stood and turned around to face Andrew. What did you say to someone you'd tried to blackmail and who had then beaten you and raped you? Melody had a good idea. All injured innocence she started on him.

"You fucking pig," she snapped. "You had no right to do that. You could have afforded the five thousand. It wouldn't have hurt you. All you had to do was tell me no. I'm going to get you for this, you moron. I'm going to make your life a misery."

Melody continued in this vein for a while, so full of her own injured innocence that she didn't notice the hardening of the look on Andrew's face.

Finally cutting in to her tirade, Andrew spoke.

"You don't learn very fast, do you?" he said quietly. "You deliberately set me up and attempted to blackmail me, apparently quite happy to wreck my marriage if I didn't pay you. And you're blaming me because you got caught short?"

Melody's mouth snapped shut, suddenly realising that she'd screwed up, again.

"Let me explain this to you again," said Andrew, his voice a silky blade that sliced through her nerves. 

Taking Melody's arm, Andrew turned her around to face the bed again while he sat down. Melody had time for a single squawk of protest before she found herself lying back across Andrew's knee.

"Andrew, no, please," she shrieked, and then screamed again as his hand came back down on her already tender bottom.

"You should have quit while you were in a position to," said Andrew affably, "but it seems we're back to square one. "Do let me know when you're suitably repentant, wont you."

Melody struggled and squealed, but the spanking she thought over and done with resumed. She cried, she swore, she wept, she apologised, all of which Andrew seemed to ignore as he gave her bottom another good tanning. 

The spanking only took about ten minutes, but from Melody's point of view they were ten, long, long minutes. She was crying helplessly when Andrew finally stopped and stood her on her feet again.

She stood there, tears running down her cheeks while Andrew regarded her. 

"Isn't it fortunate that you didn't have time to get dressed," Andrew told her with a smile. "You're now ready to lie down on the bed for the rest of the beating."

Melody went white. "You can't," she protested. "Not again."

"Oddly enough I believe I can," said Andrew. Something about paddling your bottom has inspired me."

Appalled, Melody first sat, then lay on the bed. She shuddered as Andrew dropped his trousers and she could see that he was truly inspired. While Melody watched him, Andrew climbed up onto the bed, easing her legs apart and settling between them.

"OK, Melody," said Andrew, "this time I expect better co-operation. Why don't you reach down and move your lips apart and guide me in."

Shocked, Melody looked at him. "He's serious," she thought. "He really expects me to help him rape me."

Melody was even more shocked to find that she was following his instructions. One of her hands was spreading her lips while the other had closed around Andrew's erection and was guiding it into place. 

With the head of his erection pressing between Melody's lips, Andrew paused, waiting. Melody stared up at him in confusion. What was he waiting for? Then she realised, and her face went scarlet with baffled fury. Did he really expect her to do more?

Apparently he did, and Melody was horrified to find his expectations were correct. She was pressing up onto him, lifting herself up as a sacrificial offering. She wanted to swear, but wasn't sure at who, Andrew or herself.

Satisfied that Melody was accepting him, Andrew took over again, driving down into her with a hard thrust that raised a small scream from Melody. As far as Andrew was concerned, this session would be longer and slower than the first. He expected it would take him some time to climax, where Melody was probably so sensitive right now that she'd probably explode like a string of firecrackers.

Pressing eagerly forward, Andrew quickly built up a satisfactory rhythm, taking his time taking his pleasure. He grinned down at Melody when she gasped and screamed, taken by surprise at the speed at which she climaxed.

Melody writhed. Somehow, Andrew had made her come almost immediately, the swine, but hadn't even slowed down his assault on her body. He was still plunging in and out of her, moving slower than the first time but still plunging deep, seeming to completely fill her with each lunge. She found herself gasping, unable to do anything but go along with the ride.

Ten minutes later. Melody was swearing quietly, and sometimes not so quietly. She'd just come again, damn him, and he'd laughed at her and was still pounding her pussy. Wouldn't he ever come? 

Eventually, he did, of course. Melody was gasping from the advent of a third climax when Andrew finally let loose, relieving himself in her.

With him lying heavily on her afterwards, Melody ventured to warn him.

"You're going to have a heart attack if you do this sort of think very often. Do you?" she asked hopefully.

Andrew laughed at her, again. 

"I'll survive," he said. "Would you like to shower and dress now, or are you going to take time to abuse me again."




Blackmail



"Ah, I'll take the shower and dress option," Melody said nervously. "Can I go then?"

"You may. I don't think we should bother about our date next week though. I trust this will be the last I hear of you. I have to admit, you've been a serious disappointment to me."

"You're disappointed," muttered Melody, walking into the en suite. "Think of how I feel." 

Watching her leave ten minutes later, Andrew rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He had a feeling that this wasn't the last he'd hear of Melody. He was pleased that he had that photo of her driver's license.

- - -



Blackmail



Kate came home after another crappy day at work. Everyone had managed in their own special way to piss her off and it had taken every ounce of her strength to resist going on a murderous rampage. But she decided as soon as she was through her front door she would leave the day behind her and try to relax. She treated herself to a hot, soapy bath, soothing her aching muscles while the candlelight and sweet incense melted the stress of the day away.

She opened herself a bottle of wine seeing as she had the whole weekend ahead of her to recover from her hectic week. She dressed in a black, silky nightgown that barely skimmed her thigh. It had a lace trim across the hem and around the cleavage, and was what she always wore to make herself feel better. She had bought it to wear for her boyfriend of the time two years ago, but they broke up soon after that and she had no one to wear it for since.

Look at you, Kate, she thought to herself, spending your Friday night alone watching crappy TV and dressed like a slut for no reason. 

She decided to distract herself by getting a little drunk. One glass quickly became two, then three. Soon only the dregs of the bottle were left in her glass and her vision was too hazy to focus on the television. She picked her laptop up and switched it on, unsure of her intentions. The last webpage she had searched loaded up. It was a new social networking site she had signed up to. She had only quickly made her own page and hadn't thought much of it. She looked down the left column and saw a "Suggested Contacts" category. There were a few faces she recognised; people from work, a couple of cousins...but then there was one face that caught her attention. Someone she hadn't thought of in years. Callum Richards, Kate's high school crush. She had obsessed over him in every clichéd way. Her textbooks were covered in doodles of his name. She had practised writing her signature with his surname. She blushed every time they made eye contact.

As she fondly remembered how much of a loser she must have seemed to him, she barely noticed the mouse hover over his picture. In her drunken state she ended up clicking the "Add Contact" button. She froze in horror, he probably wouldn't even remember who she was, and even if he did he would only remember the shy weirdo who stared at him for four years. Luckily, Kate had grown into her looks since school, but before then she was geeky and plain. No one ever looked twice at her. Now she knew how to dress for her slim but slightly curvy figure, making everything tight in the right places rather than swamping her body in baggy clothes like she used to. Her dark hair had grown long and luscious and she often applied self-tan to bring out her big, blue eyes.

She was unsure what to do; there was no way to cancel the contact request so he was definitely going to see it. Should she message him explaining her drunken accident so he didn't think she was a complete freak? Or maybe that would make things even more embarrassing? She chuckled to herself and decided not to care. She opened up a new webpage and started looking at new underwear she could buy herself as a treat. There might be no one to see it but it made her feel so much sexier about herself. Even just the thrill of knowing that underneath her sensible office attire was a naughty secret that no one would possibly guess.

Ten minutes passed when she heard an unfamiliar 'ping' noise. It wasn't from the website she was on. She returned to the first page and found a new message in her inbox. Oh God...it was from Callum. She couldn't help but rekindle some of the old excitement she used to feel, making her giggle like the schoolgirl that had adored him.

With a slight tremor in her hand, she opened the message:

'Well hello there, stranger! Long time no see. Looking good Kate, even cuter than I remembered. How are you?

Callum ;)

Xxx'

She had to reread the message a few times before she believed what she had read. How did he even remember her? She typed a hasty reply, but ended up waiting a few minutes before sending it to try and not look too eager.

'Hello yourself. Yeah it's been a while...to be honest I'm surprised you remember me! But thank you for the compliment; you're looking great too. Not that there was much room for improvement ;)

K Xxx'

His reply was almost instant.

'Of course I remember! It's so great to be back in touch, I have to admit I've thought of you a fair few times since we left school. I always regretted not taking the time to get to know you better ☹

C Xxx'

They talked for a while longer, combining polite conversation with flirting that rapidly lost it's subtlety. Turns out they both still lived in the same city, only a half hour drive apart. Kate was just about to suggest they meet up before he dropped a bomb. He had a wife.

"Oh, she typed, trying to disguise her disappointment, congratulations on your wedding. I didn't know."

"It isn't going too well..." he replied.

"Sorry to hear that," she lied.

"Thanks, to be honest I don't think we'll be together much longer. I need a change. I need to try something new just to give me the guts to end things."

Kate thought about what he was suggesting. Should she offer herself to a married man? She had been cheated on before and knew how it felt to be so hurt and humiliated. But what harm could it do to an already failing relationship? And she couldn't help but feel she owed it to her high school self.

"Well I'm here if you want help with that...;)"

"Really? Sounds great to me. I'm getting hard just thinking about it..."

"Sounds fun to me. Making me a little excited too :P"

She could hardly believe she had just sent that message. Dirty talk with a guy she barely knew? It was so unlike her. But she couldn't deny the thrill she got from it.

"I'd like to see. Send me a photo?"

She hesitated for a little, suddenly feeling shy all over again. But she knew she was excited enough --and certainly drunk enough- to do what he asked. She set up the webcam and posed, pushing her tits together with her elbows and giving her best seductive smile. She sent the photo and waited nervously.

"Gorgeous ;) any chance of seeing...a little more? For me?"

She decided just to go for it before she changed her mind. She took off her nightgown, throwing it over her shoulder. She lowered the webcam so that her whole body would fit in the shot. She leaned back in her chair, arching her back so that her breasts were pushed forwards. She spread her legs either side of the chair, placing her hand suggestively close to her pussy.

She sent the photo and his reply came milliseconds later.

"OMG, you have no idea what you're doing to me. You're so hot! Can't wait to get my hands on you now ;)"

They arranged to meet the next day at his place. He said his wife would be out all day, giving them plenty of time. Kate signed off, desperate to get to sleep just to make the time pass so she could get round there. She was so excited she was tempted to touch herself. The images of what Callum was going to do to her were already driving her crazy. But she decided to save it, knowing it would make the next day even more amazing.

Eventually, the time came and she was knocking on his door. She had dressed in a short summery dress, trying to look casual but awarding herself the opportunity to show off her toned, tanned body.

Callum opened the door and Kate grinned like an idiot. He looked even hotter than he had in school. Tall, big arms, wavy dark hair. He had a crooked smile that was beaming down at her, making her knees weak.

"Good to see you," he grinned. As he kissed her, he pressed himself up against her. He was already hard. It felt huge through his jeans. "Come on in," he added.

She followed him inside where he led her to their living room. His house was gorgeous, all the furniture was sleek and expensive-looking. The only thing that looked odd was the office chair that had been oddly placed in the middle of the room. It didn't match any of the other seating and belonged in a study somewhere. She cast a quizzical look at Callum but he gestured for her to sit in the chair. She did so and they small talked for a few minutes. But it didn't take long for him to get up from his seat and cross over to her. In one fluid movement he bent down and kissed her hard. His hands were all over her, groping at her breasts, rubbing the material of her underwear. She tried to stand up off the chair so that they could head to a bedroom or at least the sofa, but he kept her pinned down as he kissed and groped her. He roughly pulled her dress over her head and took off her underwear. His clothes stayed on and he still kept her on the seat.

She pulled herself away for a moment's breath.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

He grinned and she noticed he pulled something out of his pocket. Without giving her a second to think he pulled her head forward and grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. She felt a click of metal as he secured the handcuffs he had pulled out his pocket.

"We're going to do things a different way, baby."

Kate was a little startled but still hugely turned on. She had never experienced bondage before and had to admit she liked the intensity. But something told her to be more wary, she barely knew this guy and he had her naked and completely at his mercy.

"Shouldn't we talk about stuff like this first?" she asked.

He crossed the room and opened a cabinet door. "Trust me, if you relax, you'll enjoy yourself," he called as he searched for something in the cupboard. "If you don't," he added as he re-emerged holding some rope, "then tough. This is how you're getting fucked."

Kate tried to relax but knowing she didn't have a choice either way scared her. Callum got to work tying each of her legs to an arm of the chair, leaving her pussy exposed and her hands pinned behind her back. He then tied her torso to the back of the chair, crossing the ropes so that they tightened around her breasts.

"That's going to get them nice and swollen," he explained, rubbing her left breast roughly, "and a lot more sensitive." Kate pulled against her restraints, testing how much room she had. Everything was fastened securely, she was completely stuck. She was caught in the balance of fear and excitement at the idea of being under Callum's complete control. He tested this by gently rubbing his finger across her pussy. She groaned at his touch.

"Look at you all wet and ready to go," he said in a slow drawl. "You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

She gasped as he took his finger away.

"I asked you a question, Kate," he said in a much more menacing tone.

"Y-yes. I'm a dirty little slut."

He gave her nipples a quick tug. "You only speak when you're spoken to and you always do as you're told or you get punished. Understand?"

"Yes."

Callum let out a small chuckle before turning to the doorway on the other side of the living room. "I think she's ready, honey!" he called out.

Honey? Who was he talking to? Instantly a tall, blond beauty came through the door. She was dressed in a black and red negligee that fastened at little ties all the way down her side. She was carrying a number of toys in her hand, but set them aside as she approached Kate, who only stared in shock.

"What's going on?" Kate eventually managed to ask.

Without warning, the blond slapped her across the cheek. Callum chuckled.

"I thought my husband just told you to only speak when you were spoken to?" she said in a commanding voice. Kate fell silent, her face stinging.

"Maybe I should explain a little for you, Kate," said Callum, still laughing. "I haven't been totally honest with you. I'm not leaving my wife. I lured you here because I promised her a gift for our anniversary. It's her fantasy to have a little slave to play with. And when you added me to your page last night, I thought you would be the perfect candidate. So we're going to have a little trial run. You're going to do everything either Melissa or I tells you. If you don't, we will punish you and force you to do it anyway."

"What, no! Are you cra-?" Kate was interrupted by another slap around the face from Melissa. She gasped in pain and looked up at her. Her bright green eyes were gleaming down at her. A menacing grin crept across her face.

"You just aren't going to play by the rules, are you?" she teased. She went to the pile of toys she had brought through and picked up a ball gag. Kate tried to resist but she could only move her head slightly to either side from the ropes that tied her to the chair. Melissa quickly managed to fasten the gag in Kate's mouth. She tried to protest, but only the tiniest mumble came out.

"We're going to have so much fun together," Melissa said, running her hands all over Kate's body, "but first, I think I should punish you for so willingly coming over here to fuck my husband." Her hand moved down to circle Kate's clit, making her moan against her ball gag.

"And look, you're still wet from thinking about his cock. I'm going to have to teach you not to be such a naughty slut." She turned to Callum, who was watching them with such strong intensity. "Set the camera up, baby," she said to him.

He got to work hooking up a video camera to a tripod and placing it directly in front of Kate. She screamed and pulled against her restraints but failed to make any kind of significant sound or movement. Melissa laughed at her attempts while she pulled a huge vibrator out of the pile of toys. She attached it to a stand and positioned it against Kate's pussy. When she turned it on, Kate was forced to feel the vibrations against her clit, unable to pull away as both she and the vibrator were fixed in position. Callum and Melissa stepped back to admire their work.

"Seeing as you're such a horny little bitch," said Melissa, "I'm going to force you to cum. And we're going to film it so the whole world can see how much of a slut you are."

Callum switched the camera on and they both sat on the sofa behind it, watching as Kate was forced to endure both the undeniable pleasure she was feeling along with the humiliation of being caught on camera. She tried to beg, to say sorry, but she couldn't make an intelligible sound. Callum and Melissa weren't paying much attention to her anyway. They were passionately kissing behind the camera as Melissa took off his clothes and he ripped off her negligee. When they were both naked they turned to watch Kate once again. Their hands crossed as they touched each other while they watched their slave succumb to her punishment.

Kate was mortified at the idea of orgasming against her will, especially as she was being watched and filmed, but she couldn't resist as the vibrator sent waves of intense pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes to try and forget the humiliation but that only intensified the sensation. Cutting off one sense only made the others stronger. It wasn't long before she had the most overwhelming orgasm she'd ever had. She forgot it was against her will. She forgot she was being forced for the satisfaction of Melissa and Callum. There wasn't any room left in her head for those worries as her body imploded with ecstasy.

The euphoria was quickly torn away as she felt the vibrator taken away from her, leaving her empty and wanting. She opened her eyes and found Callum and Melissa standing over her. His eyes were gleaming with excitement; she was smirking, alive with power.

They both began to untie her from the chair. Melissa unclasped the gag and Kate gasped for air but didn't dare say a word.

"Enjoy that baby?" Melissa asked. Kate only glared at her as Callum leaned her forward to release the handcuffs. He pulled hard on her hair when she didn't answer Melissa.

"Remember the rules, Kate," he warned.

"Yes," she breathed. Melissa grinned smugly and went to switch off the video camera. Kate was struggling to come to terms with what was happening. She was being used and utterly humiliated, but part of her felt reawakened. 

And she wanted more.

Melissa ejected the memory card from the camera and waved it tauntingly at Kate.

"For as long as I hold onto this card, you'll do everything I tell you. If you don't, then I'll make sure everyone who knows you sees it and finds out you came here to fuck another girl's husband. Just do as you're told, Kate, and we'll keep this our dirty little secret."

A knot tightened in Kate as the voice of her conscience tried to make itself heard. You're in deep shit, Kate. Get yourself out of there.

But the other voice, the awakened roar of the devil inside her intrigued her into finding out what was next. For reasons she couldn't explain, the idea of being used, being forced, was exhilarating. She didn't have to care about these people; they sure as hell didn't care about her. She was there to fuck and be fucked.

"Stand up," Melissa ordered. Kate rose to her feet. She swayed slightly, her body rendered limp from the power of her orgasm, her energy drained. Callum held her in place, a strong hand on each shoulder. Melissa stepped closer to Kate until she was barely over an inch away from her. She could feel the heat from her naked body. Melissa carefully traced her finger up Kate's thigh, feeling the wetness that had trickled down her leg from her orgasm. Kate's knees buckled from her touch, but Callum held her firmly in place.

"Keep playing with us baby and you could feel this good all the time," Melissa teased. "But you have to earn it. In fact, I think it's our turn to have some of the fun. Seeing you cum that hard is making me jealous." She shared a quick grin with Callum, who turned Kate around to face him.

"Go upstairs and lie on the bed. Face down, ass up." Kate didn't hesitate for a second and turned towards the stairs, despite the fact that her feeble attempts to walk matched the technique of a newborn foal. Walking around their house naked was a thrill within itself; the cool air clinging to every bare inch of her body, rejuvenating her.

She found the bedroom and did as she was asked- told. She rested her head on her hands and brought her knees up to her chest, arching her back so her ass and pussy were in the air. She had left the lights off, cautious about doing anything that Callum and Melissa hadn't specifically told her to do, and waited patiently in the darkness.

It wasn't long before they entered the room. Kate didn't dare look up but she could hear them giggling and caressing each other.

"Look at her waiting so patiently for you," Callum murmured into Melissa's ear.

"I can see her pussy glistening from her," she replied. "I wonder if she thinks we'll let her cum again?"

"That's up to you. But come on, let's put her to work first."

They joined Kate on the bed. Callum behind her, Melissa by her head, a leg either side and her pussy inches from her face. Callum slid his throbbing cock into Kate, slowly, but enough to make her moan from the filling she had longed for. Melissa grabbed her hair and lifted her face up off the bed.

"If you want him to keep fucking you, you have to earn it. Show me that you deserve to cum again."

She guided Kate's mouth to her pussy pulled hard on her hair. Kate tentatively grazed her tongue across Melissa's clit, never having tasted another woman before.

Smack!

Kate cried out as Callum's hand came down again on her arse. The cold air bit at her red-hot skin.

"Eat it like you fucking want it, bitch!"

Kate dropped all her inhibitions and went to town on Melissa's pussy. Callum started fucking her harder, always matching Kate's speed with Melissa, encouraging her to fuck her harder with her mouth. Melissa kept her hand firmly wrapped in Kate's hair, holding her in place next to her pussy while she moaned in pleasure. Callum had his hands on either side of her hips to keep her in place as he fucked her, stretching her around his bulging cock. The three of them became one, moving with each other's rhythms, caught up in the race to see who would claim the first release.




Blackmail



Melissa was the first to cum. Kate felt the juice erupt all over her face as she screamed, "Take it all you fucking slut". Most went in her mouth and she lapped it up. Callum had her teetering on the edge and she couldn't bare the idea of displeasing either one of them enough to convince them to leave her when she was so close. Melissa seemed to sense this and pulled Kate's face up to look her dead in the eye.

"Don't you dare cum before he does," she threatened. Kate willed her body to listen, but the resistance only intensified the friction his cock surged through her. She kept her eyes locked on Melissa, desperately trying to stay on the edge, knowing she only had seconds before she shattered into a thousand pieces.

With the relief that water brings to the desert, she felt Callum's hot cum shoot deep inside her, filling her up until she was sure she would burst. Her whole body shuddered as it finally gave in and she imploded around him. She couldn't see, smell, or hear, but only feel. A euphoria that made those moments feel like an eternity.

As she came back to earth, she felt Callum lift her off the bed and to her feet. She stood nervously, and swaying slightly, unsure she could take anymore.

"Get out of here," said Melissa. Kate turned to leave. "But remember," Melissa called as she reached the doorway, "we still have your video. The next time we tell you to come over you better be here within the hour. This is just the beginning of the fun we're going to have."

Kate gathered her clothes from the living room and then left the house. As she drove home she contemplated what Melissa had just said. She had just assumed this was a one-time thing. But now they have the video they can blackmail her into submitting to them whenever they wanted. God knows how long they would keep it going for. She wasn't sure which was more bizarre; the fact that this couple had her completely trapped into being their newest toy?

Or they fact that she couldn't fucking wait for the next time?



Blackmail



Every company has its own stories. You know what type of stories I'm talking about. Sarah got drunk at the Christmas party and got caught blowing Brad in the supply cabinet. Ever since Marsha's husband left her, she'll sleep with anyone that gets her drunk. Mark from Accounting used to beat his wife, but he's in counseling now. Of course, he still doesn't wash his hands when he comes out of the bathroom. Did you hear about the time the guys from IT were in Dallas for a conference and they all got arrested at a strip club?

These stories form the mythology of our work places. Most of them are innocuous gossip spiced with a lot of lies. Did you hear that Michael's wife is leaving him because of the affair he's having with Liz from customer service. Her husband has no idea. But there is also truth to be had in these stories. If you know how to look and what to listen for you can find that truth. 

But sometimes when the story gets out, it's all truth. Back in the late 80s there was a junior executive at my company that caught his boss embezzling company money. When he confronted his boss, the man begged him not to tell the truth; which he agreed to do, on one condition. The boss had to send either his wife or his daughter to his house, giving them over to the younger man for one night, or he would go to jail. 

The junior executive's names was Chuck Ferguson, and he was my boss for the first six years I worked for my company. He told me this story one night when we were camped out in a shitty, cramped motel room waiting for one of our clients to get back from the airport. Their flight was delayed and we had been waiting for close to 16 hours. Later, when we got home, he showed me the proof.

Did you ever read that book about how most corporate executives in America are sociopaths? Men like Chuck are the reason why.





Blackmail



After he fucked he always had to piss. Before he put his dick back in his pants he relived himself of some of the wine he had consumed that night and she stepped quickly out of the way so that he didn't splash her. Somewhere in the struggle she has lost one of her shoes and the quick motion unbalanced her and she fell against the car. 

"Hey, stop that," he yelled, angry that she may scratch the paint. He finished urinating and stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up and walked over to inspect if there was any damage.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. It was ludicrous to think that she was apologizing to him but it just kind of came out before she could get a handle on it. Her whole world was jumbled up and words were coming out of her mouth and she was more than a little bit drunk and she was having trouble putting it all together. 

"Come on, it's time to go," he said a little bit gruffly. "I have to be up early in the morning."

She hobbled around the car to the passenger's door as fast as she would on the old gravel driveway while wearing only one shoe. She had liked this pair of shoes, but didn't bother looking for the one she had lost. She knew instinctively that she would never wear anything she had on tonight, ever again. 

Chuck had gotten off and was essentially done with the bitch. He was glad she had stopped crying and was not trying to make conversation. He had gone on to other things in his head and there was something bothering him. Driving her back home had been an unwanted chore, but he had done it anyway. She had been a good sport about everything. 

When they got to her dorm, he pulled out his money clip and handed her another $200. She took it a bit skittishly and crumpled it in her hand. "You were great baby," he told her. "A real good sport. I'll call you some time. After all, I never even got to see those tits." He smiled at her and touched her chin with his knuckle like Humphrey Bogart. She hurried out the car and into the dorm. He was a little miffed she didn't say thank you. That's okay, he thought. Next time we go out, I'll teach her some manners. 

He laughed a bit to himself and started home. He was anxious to get off campus before any cops pulled him over and asked him how much he had had to drink.





Blackmail



Her face grew a darker shade of red. "I'll kill him," she whispered.

"I told him no. I told him that I wanted you instead. Honestly you should be thanking me. I kept you out of prison and I gave you a chance to be here instead of your daughter."

He waited and she only stared at him with disbelief. 

"So thank me," he said. "I'm waiting."

"Thank you," she said through gritted teeth again. 

"No, no. Do it sweetly. Tell me what you're thankful for."

It took her a long time. Her courage to stand up to him came and went several times. In the end it went, and stayed gone. She was beaten and she knew it. 

"Thank you," she said in a quiet, cracking voice. "Thank you for keeping me out of prison and for letting me be here instead of my daughter." 

He smiled at her the way an owner smiles at a puppy the first time it asks to go out and doesn't mess the rug up.

"Finish your drink and stand up."

She tossed the rest of the drink back. She did it too fast, probably to cover just how shaky her hands were. She stood, and faced him as he spread out on the couch to get the best view possible. 

"Take off your shoes. I don't like how tall you are in them."

She bent down and undid the laces that snaked up her ankles. She kicked them off and into a corner. She lost four inches in height as she did so. Her hands fidgeted around the hem of her skirt twisting it like a nervous girl would. 

"Let's take off that top next, and when I tell you to do something, I would like you to say thank you sir."

She swallowed hard. He would have bet anything that she had not been naked in front of another man since before she was married. There was a row of little purple flower shaped buttons down the front of her top. She undid them one by one as she said "Thank you sir." It caught in her throat sounding choked and forced. She threw the top on the chair revealing a very simple, white underwire bra. 

Her breasts were a lot bigger than he thought they would be. The effect of her standing there so compliantly was causing him to get hard. 

"Now take off the skirt, fold it neatly and place it on the chair."

"Thank you, sir." She said it, but she didn't mean it. She did as instructed. Her panties were again more functional than designed to be enticing. They were simple, white fare sold out of any Sears catalog. 

"Take off your panties and hand them to me." 

"Thank you, sir." She said and started to cry. Not hard, and not loud, but the tears rolled down her cheek anyway. She bent over at the waist and slipped them down to her ankles. She used one hand to cover herself and handed them to him.

He took them from her and as soon as her hand was free she used it to cover her mons as well. Chuck looked at the panties and smelled them. She must have put them on right before she left. In a good story they would have been wet and she would have been secretly loving this, but she wasn't.

He reached forward and with one finger he gently pushed one hand away from her pussy and then the other. She was shaved completely. Obviously something she had done for Walter or Bikini season, but not for him. He ran the knuckle of his index finger from her navel to her cunt and held his hand there while she suppressed s shudder. 

"Now your bra," he said, leaning back on the sofa again. "On the chair."

She reached her hands behind her back and undid the clasp. She dropped the straps off one shoulder then the other. Her large breasts slumped an inch from the lack of support. With one hand she tossed it on the chair. She knew the game and knew better than to try to cover herself this time. 

Her pale chest was freckled from the sun. Her blush ran down between her breasts and her dark purple nipples were hard from the chill air-conditioning. She was a very beautiful woman. 

He stood next to her and without breaking eye contact he cupped her left breast in his hand. "If I had known your tits were this nice, I would have arranged to see them sooner." She looked away in her embarrassment. He continued to knead her breast in his hand while she looked elsewhere. He pinched the nipple roughly and she gasped.

"You forgot to say something that time," he said as he continued to pinch her nipple.

She had to breathe deeply several times to get her answer out. "Thank you sir." She said it through gritted teeth. 

He released her nipple and she breathed softer. He walked around her backside and put both hands on her shoulders. He massaged them a few times, he smelled her hair. It was fruit scented from her shampoo. He kept a hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn't move and dropped the other to her ass. It was a fantastic ass! She worked out regularly and her ass was firm and solidly muscled. 

He gripped it painfully and then smacked it hard to watch it jiggle. She flinched at the impact. He chuckled a little bit to himself, then reaching down to her knee he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and to her pussy. Her lips parted at the urgent press of his index finger. She was not wet. She was not anything approaching turned on by this. Still, he ran his fingers in and out and along her sex. 

"Do you like that," he asked, knowing the answer.

"No!" she said with a growl in her voice. 

"No, I don't think you do. Pity. But of course it's fun this way too." He continued fingering her as she gently swayed back and forth where she stood, swaying from the rough treatment of his hand inside of her. "Let see if you like this more."

He pulled the two fingers out of her pussy and ran them between her cheeks to her tightly puckered anus. He rubbed around it twice with his index finger, to let her know what was coming and then forced it inside of her. He got all the way to the second knuckle of his finger before she clenched so hard he couldn't push any further.

"Ahhhhh,!" she screamed. He knew instantly she had never been penetrated here before. 

"Oh," he said. "Maybe that's why Walter has to go out of town to get what he wants. You aren't giving him access to the crown jewel." He worked his finger in and out of her a few times. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her throat to give him some more control. He felt her hot salty tears fall on the back on his hand. 

After a couple of minutes of working his finger in her ass the thrill was wearing off for him and it was time to humiliate her in another way. He took his finger out and wiped it on her thigh. He grabbed her arm and steered her roughly to the sofa where he bent her over the armrest. He pushed her face into the cushion and kicked her legs apart at the ankle just like he had done to Melissa. 

"Time for the main event, Karen. Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Please don't," she said in a terribly small voice. 

"Please, I like that. But sorry, I have to."

Using his body weight to hold her in place he undid the buckle on his belt and let his pants fall. He was wearing a green and white pair of boxers underneath. He dropped those as well, and stepped out of them so that he was bare from the waist down. He pressed his hips back against Karen. He didn't penetrate her, but she could clearly feel his rock hard cock pressed lengthwise against the lips of her pussy. She let out a long, low moan of despair. 

He took off his coat and shirt and was finally nude and ready to enjoy this piece of ass that was his for the taking. With a hand in the small of her back, he leaned away and used his other hand to guide himself into her pussy. She clenched as hard as she could to keep him out of her. She moaned in frustration as her body wasn't strong enough. Eventually, inch by inch he relentlessly pushed his way into her. 

He pulled out, and pushed his way back in. This time it was easier and his thighs slapped against her ass making a SMACKing sound. The fourth time he stopped his thrusts and said "Say thank you for fucking you."

At first nothing came out of her mouth, just a silent opening and closing of her mouth. 

"Say it!" he said emphatically. 

"Fuck you," she said clearly, enunciating every word clearly. "I'm not saying it."

With that he pulled all the way out of her and bent to where his pants were laying on the ground. He drew out his expensive leather belt, doubled it in two and slapped her across the thighs, just below the swell of her ass. Her fair skin colored immediately from the blow.

She screamed. She was completely surprised by blow and nothing could have prepared her for the sting of it. She bucked and tried to stand up, but he pushed her back over the armrest of the sofa. SMACK! He hit her with the belt a second time, in exactly the same spot. This time she bucked harder and he had to struggle to keep her body pressed against the armrest. She loosed with a guttural scream of pain and frustration.

"Say it or I keep going with the belt"

"NO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Then say it."

She waited a moment too long and he whipped the belt through the air a third time. This time he brought it up between her legs where it impacted on her pussy and the underside of her ass. 

"Thank you," she said quickly and loudly.

"Thank you for what," he asked calmly.

"Thank you for fucking me," she said in an almost scream.

"I couldn't hear you. Say it again."

"Thank you for fucking me."

"Tell me you loved the feeling of my dick inside you."

"I loved the feel of your dick inside me."

"Beg me to put it back."

She was quiet too long. The next blow from the belt came across the thighs as the first two had.

"Please put it back in me," she said hastily. 

"That's not begging. Beg!"

"Please! Shit, PLEASE put it back in me. I want to feel you in me."

He laughed and got back into position to fuck her. 

Karen had always had a problem with coke. She had done it a few times years ago when she and Walter had been at some parties. It always made her horny as hell. The two lines of coke this asshole has made her do was taking its toll on her. Combined with the stimulation of being fucked and the whipping she was wet when he tried to push into her again.

"Well maybe you really do want it back in you. Good girl."

He pushed himself back in her and it wasn't long before he worked into his rhythm. He slammed into her harder and harder, being as rough as he could. He was thinking that he wanted her to remember the feel of him for a few days when she moved. That though is what did it. He came inside of her, pressing himself into her as hard as he possibly could until he was completely finished with his ejaculations. 

When he pulled out of her, he was out of breath. As one final insult he grabbed her hip and roughly rolled her off of the sofa and onto the floor. She curled into a ball and cried there. He looked back at the arm of the sofa and saw where their fluids had combined to make a dark patch on the fabric. He would have to have it cleaned. He had been so focused on what he was doing to her, that he hadn't felt her cum, but it looked like maybe she had.

He stood over her and watched her in her complete humiliation. One last thing occurred to him. He walked over to a book case and picked up his Polaroid camera. He snapped a couple of pictures of her on the ground. She was too far gone to even notice the flash.

Slowly she pulled herself together. 

"I can't do that again. I can't stay here all night," she said. He knew she was right and he had gotten everything that he had wanted. 

"You're done. You're a good wife. Get dressed and get out of here. But I want you to remember that if you ever tell anyone about this I will give the files to the authorities and when the two of you are in jail, I'll make it a point to look up Karrena." That last touch had been his insurance policy.

She got up from the ground and started gathering her clothes. When she bent down to pick up her panties Chuck moved his foot to step on them, letting her know she couldn't have them back. His dick twitched at the thought of her driving home in the short skirt and no panties and what would run out of her and stain the leather seat in the BMW. 

She dressed in front of him, but with her back turned while he stood naked watching her. Chuck had no sense of embarrassment about his body or sense of modesty. She looked over her shoulder at him and started walking for the door. 

"One more thing before you go," he said. She visibly shuddered at this voice. She froze, but didn't turn around. "Every time you fuck your husband for the rest of your life, I want you to remember what he made you do here tonight. This is his fault."

"HA HA!" she laughed in an abrupt and ugly way. No humor in it, just absurdity. She turned around and looked at him in the eye, a ghost of that steel he had seen earlier in the night visible again. "That bastard is never laying a hand on me again. Never! If he tries it, I'll kill him".

With that she turned and walked out of the house. The last thing she heard as she left was Chuck's laughter, loud and genuine.

Remember that proof that I mentioned earlier that he showed me? In addition to the three polaroid's he took, he had set up a video camera and recorded the whole event. He kept the tape in a shoebox in his closet with the Polaroids, one of her earrings that he had found under the sofa, her panties and her daughters panties. 

I worked for chuck for several years, more than a decade after this happened. In the end he left really abruptly and one of his employees got promoted to his position. I wonder why...





Blackmail



"Whoa...honey...you have to come in here and see what I got in the mail." Eric said.

Amy walked into the living room...saw Eric looking at the TV screen...turned to look at it herself...then looked back at Eric.

"Eric, have you been ordering porn again? I thought we talked about that." Amy said.

"I didn't order this Amy...take a closer look." Eric said.

"You know I don't like to watch porn." Amy said.

"Trust me Amy...I think you might find this one interesting...take a closer look." Eric said.

Amy turned back towards the TV and watched.

"What exactly am I supposed to find interesting about this poor quality porno?" Amy asked.

"Just keep watching." Eric said.

The camera was in close on the couple that were having sex...it was focused on the cock going in and out of the pussy. 

When the camera pulled back Amy knew exactly why Eric thought she would find it so interesting. There on the screen fucking some girl that Amy had never met was her husband of 8 years. He was quite a bit younger then, but there was no doubt that it was him.

"Oh my goodness...that's you." Amy said.

"See why I thought you might find it interesting?" Eric asked.

"When did you make this?" Amy asked.

"When I was 18...2 years before we met." Eric said.

"Who's the girl?" Amy asked.

"That's Lisa Bradley." Eric said.

"There's obviously a cameraman...why did you let someone tape you having sex with your girlfriend?" Amy asked.

"Lisa wasn't my girlfriend...not at the time anyway...we'd gone out when we were freshmen in high school. The cameraman is Tom Davis...Lisa was his girlfriend at the time." Eric said.

"If Tom was Lisa's girlfriend how did you end up having sex with her while he filmed it?" Amy asked.

"Well...I guess Tom wanted to watch Lisa with another guy...apparently he got off on the idea. So they approached me and asked me. I was single, daring, and had missed my chance to have sex with Lisa when we were dating so I welcomed the chance to make up for that." Eric said.

"Okay...so then who sent you the tape?" Amy asked.

"I don't know...there wasn't a name on it." Eric said.

"You don't suppose someone is going to try to blackmail you with it do you?" Amy asked.

"If they do they won't get anything from me. You know about the tape...I was 18 when it was made...I was single when it was made...and I'm proud to say that I put in a pretty damn good performance. If someone threatens to take it public I'll see if they're bluffing because I don't really care if it gets out or not." Eric said.

"I might mind a bit Eric. What would our friends and family think if they saw this?" Amy asked.

"It's not like I went behind your back and made it last week...I made it 2 years before I even met you. If it's scandalous for an 18 year old single guy to have sex on tape then so be it. Everyone involved was consenting...there wasn't anything illegal...it's just two 18 year olds having sex while another 18 year old films it." Eric said.

"Still...this could be pretty embarrassing if it got out." Amy said.

"Come on over here and sit down. We'll watch the whole thing and then we'll see if you think it would be embarrassing." Eric said.

They watched the entire tape from start to finish and Amy agreed that Eric put on a good performance...nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of.

Two nights later they got a phone call.

"Hello?" Eric asked.

"Did you get the tape I sent you?" Steve asked in a disguised voice.

"I was wondering if someone was going to call about that. Yes I got it." Eric said.

"Unless you want copies of the tape to be sent to your friends, co-workers, and family you'll do as I tell you...is that clear?" Steve asked.

"Oh that's perfectly clear. I should let you know that I don't care if you send it out to everyone...I'm not ashamed of what's on that tape...go ahead and send it out. Hell send all the copies to me and I'll hand them out in person." Eric said.

"It's easy to say you don't care when you think I'm bluffing...I suggest you don't test my patience and do as I say." Steve said.

"Well that isn't going to happen. If you're going to send it out go right ahead and send it." Eric said.

"I'm not bluffing...so if you're expecting me to back down I won't." Steve said.

"And I'm not bluffing either...send it out...I don't care." Eric said.

He hung up the phone.

"Do you think he'll really send it out?" Amy asked.

"I don't know...I don't care either way. It will cost an arm and a leg to mail copies out to a lot of people so he's going to be really pissed when he spends all that money and doesn't get any money from me." Eric said.

Two days later their home phone and both of their cell phones were ringing off the hook.

"Hello?" Eric asked.

"Eric...I just got a tape of you having sex with Lisa Bradley...what's all this about?" Matt asked.

"It's pretty simple. I made the tape when I was 18 and now somebody was trying to blackmail me with it. I didn't do anything wrong when I made the tape and I'm not embarrassed or ashamed so I told them that they won't get anything from me and to go ahead and send the tape out. You're the 17th person to call us this morning and both of our cell phones are ringing right now." Eric said.

All sorts of friends family and co-workers called them saying they got the tape. 

That night they got another phone call.

"Hello?" Eric asked.

"You should have been more cooperative. By now you've probably heard from most of the people I sent copies of the tape to and you realize just how foolish you were." Steve said.

"As a matter of fact we have heard from nearly 30 people today. You obviously haven't been keeping tabs on everyone though...when we told them that you were trying to blackmail me with the tape they all agreed that I did the right thing by refusing to cooperate with you. A few of them even asked me to autograph their copy of the tape." Eric said.

Steve was frustrated so he hangs up.

"Can you believe that guy?" Eric asked.

"He's about as bright as a burned out light bulb. So do you have any idea who might be doing this?" Amy asked.

"I've got a feeling that it's Steve that's doing it." Eric said.

"What makes you think that?" Amy asked.

"Well Steve never was very bright, he was always broke, and he had the tape. I bet he's just dumb enough to have called us from his home phone too. Here dial this on your cell phone and give it to me." Eric said.

Amy put the number into her cell phone and handed the phone to Eric.

"This is Steve." Steve said.

"Hey buddy...what is it that you were hoping to get out of me by threatening to send the tape out?" Eric asked.

There was a pause on the other end.

"What...what are you talking about?" Steve asked.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Steve. Don't even try denying it. You had the tape, you're always broke, and you were stupid enough to call us from the phone I just called and now that I'm hearing your voice for the first time in several years you didn't do a very good job disguising your voice either. So tell me old buddy what were you hoping to get out of me with that tape? Did you think I'd give you money to keep a tape like that from getting out? I put on a pretty good show in that video. I'm not exactly thrilled that my mom saw it, but I'm not embarrassed and I wasn't cheating on my wife or doing anything illegal. Come to think of it my wife and I are pretty glad we have the tape...she'd always wanted to see me with another woman, but she was too afraid to let it happen for real...so thanks for that." Eric said.

Amy looked at Eric in disbelief, she had never wanted to see him with another woman, the thought of it was too much for her to handle. Eric just smiled and winked at her.

"Listen buddy, thanks again for the video tape, Amy and I are going to go make love so you can go watch your copy of the tape and jerk off." Eric said.

He hung up and laughed.

"What did he say?" Amy asked.

"Nothing...he was dumbfounded...speechless. The guy is an absolute moron." Eric said.

"So what's this about making love?" Amy asked.

"Oh...well I figured we could celebrate being done with this whole thing." Eric said.

"You'll use any excuse to get into my pants won't you?" Amy asked.

"Damn straight. I'm trying to figure out a way to keep you in bed with me 24/7, but so far I haven't come up with anything." Eric said.

"Well keep working on it, and when you find a way let me know." Amy giggled.

They went upstairs and made love.



Blackmail



This story requires some set up. I was corresponding with a man who asked me for some photos of me undressed. A couple of years before, a colleague in the advertising agency in which I worked were lovers, and he took some sexy shots of me during one of our trysts. Since that time, both of us have married; me to my police detective hubby, and him to another art director. I telephoned him to ask him for copies of those photos so that I could send them to my Internet correspondent, and he made a blackmail-type demand, which consisted of a meeting in a motel. He always liked anal sex. What follows is my letter to my Internet friend:

My darling man. Below is the story of my adventure today. It was wonderful, and I thank you for sort of nudging me in that direction. I worked on it this evening, telling my husband that I was working on some ad copy for work. I do that from time-to-time, so he didn't bother me. 

I hope you like it. It is still fresh in my mind and this is a pretty good report of what really happened.

Well, I can tell you that I woke up this morning full of excitement, trepidation, nervousness, fear, and lust. After I made my husband his breakfast and shared the morning paper (still no snow. The weather report was saying we may get up to a foot tonight, but only a couple of inches today.), I went to the bathroom and did all my standard morning stuff. I didn't feel I had the privacy, with my husband still at home, to do the enema properly, but I filled the bag only about half way with warm, soapy water. I hung the bag from the shower curtain rod, lubed up (KY Jelly is great stuff!) the long black nozzle and did the same with my anus, using two fingers to make sure I was well covered. And kneeled on the floor and sort of draped my body over the rim of the tub. Reaching back, I inserted, slowly because it burned some going in, the probe. I couldn't resist pushing it in and out a few times. It felt pretty nice. Anyway, I turned the little knob and let the soapy water gush into me. 

At first if felt sort of nice and warm, being filled up like that, but then it sort cramped some. But it wasn't too bad as I used only about a half bag of water. I rubbed my tummy squeezing the stuff around in me. After only a couple of minutes (remember, my husband was just down in the kitchen), I moved over the toilet, pulled the thing from my ass, and flushed myself out! Pardon the pun, but that was a rush. I refilled the bottle with warm water and did myself again (as a rinse), and drained myself once more. Flush, and I was all clean!!

My pussy was feeling really tender. Not tender as in sore, but tender as in sexual excitement, and with little flutters inside. I think it is sort of like when you describe your cock tingling; a nice feeling.

In the shower I shaved my legs, which was a nice erotic sensation in itself. I shaved around my pussy lips, leaving a small patch of public hair above my slit. I soaped up my breasts and they felt very tender too, sort of like before my period, but better; wonderful, actually. I also cleaned myself very well between my legs and around my anus. The bath jell I use felt really slickery and good.

Afterwards, I did all the rest, makeup, lipstick and hair (thankfully, I don't do a lot of terribly difficult things with my hair like some girls), nice white thong-type nylon panties, blue jeans, no bra, cotton tee shirt, dark blue sweatshirt (sort of bulky one that disguised my figure and didn't give much of an indication that I was braless, white socks and a pair of beige Ugg boots. (I was saving my perfume for the car. I have a small vial in my purse, where I also stashed the KY. Incidentally, when I was in high school, I thought KY Jelly was "Kentucky" Jelly. When I called it that with one of my girlfriends I thought she would die laughing.)

About 11AM it started to snow, but not much. I had a few minutes to go before I had to leave for my "appointment", which was for about Noon. The drive, in normal weather would be about half an hour from my house in Bergen County, NJ up to NY. Not really very far, but far enough from my husband's jurisdiction to probably be safe. The NJ cops don't really know the NY cops very well, and most of the guys who live in the NY County we were going to are NYPD, in any case.

I snuck a quick look at my yahoo email and saw your sweet note. I wish I would have had the time to answer you while you were still at work, but.., I had other fish to fry, so to speak. My husband and I left the house at the same time, he to his lodge, me to my assignation. My cover was a hair appointment.

When I got to the motel it was still snowing lightly, and just beginning to stick. I saw my friend's car with its NJ license plates parked in front of a door that was open a crack. I parked a few spaces away, dabbed on a bit of perfume. I felt all nervous inside. Butterflies like I get before a big presentation. I think I was feeling more like I would before I would meet you for the first time. Not like I expected to feel seeing this guy again. It had been three years, but I still would have thought the meeting would be so stressful. But, it had all the feelings of a first date. Anyway, I checked my lipstick and face in the rearview, and said, "Well, let's get going," to myself.

I cracked open the doorway; hoping it was the right room. It was, so no story there. He was inside wearing jeans, a tee shirt with the name of some bar in Myrtle Beach, SC on it, no shoes. His jacket and shirt were on the chair. He smiled and turned off the TV. Rose from where he was sitting on the bed and came to me without a word.

He had a serious look on his face. He, still not talking, shut the door and latched it. I unzipped my coat and shrugged out of it. Then he said, "Elaine, you are still so beautiful." I know I am not beautiful in the movie star way, but I blushed at the compliment anyway. I thanked him as he came to me, put his hands on my hips at my waist, and kissed me. It was a nice kiss, gentle with only a hint of tongue. He whispered that I smell soooo good. His hands roamed over my hips, ass and rib cage and up to my breasts. He could feel them without the bra. I am afraid I sighed because it felt so good to have has hands on me there. I felt a little weak in the knees.

My old lover is my age, 33, is tallish at six feet, slim, dark hair, and dark brown liquid eyes. Not a bad looking guy. He kissed me on my neck behind my ear, in the hollow of my throat, all the while kneading my tits. My nipples rose quickly as he massaged me. Pulling back from the kiss, he said, "Let me undress you..." He pulled my sweatshirt from over my head and tossed it onto the chair with our jackets. He smiled, looking at my breasts, my nipples clearly poking through the thin cotton tee shirt, my areoles clearly visible through it. 

He ran his hands up under my tee shirt, and cupped my breasts again, squeezing them gently, and sort of hefting them in his hands as if he was judging their weight. He then stripped my shirt off, leaving me bare from the waist up. He placed his hands on either side of my neck and ran them down my shoulders, down the outsides of my arms. The feeling was nice and gave me goose bumps. His hands stopped at the top of my jeans, he unbuttoned them, and zipped them down. I kicked off my Uggs and he then pulled my jeans down to my calves, bending over and sniffing my crotch as he did so. It was such an animal-like thing that I was almost surprised at the thrill it gave me. I stepped from my jeans, leaving them in a puddle on the carpet. I bent over to remove my socks, and he said, "No, leave them on for now. Climb on the bed I want to look at you." I did and started to lie on my back. "No, get on all fours and face me." 

I did as he asked, my face toward the foot of the bed, my breasts hanging down, wearing just my panties and white socks. He made a deep sound in his throat as he began to run his hands over me, down my back, under me to cup and rub my hanging breasts, down over my panty-clad ass, down the insides of my thighs, down my calves to my feet. He rubbed my feet gently, which felt really good. No one, I don't think, has ever done that to me. 

He licked the small of my back, his hands, one gripping my left breasts and his right rubbing my ass cheeks. He ran his tongue down to the elastic band on my panties, his hand moving between my legs from the rear, cupping my cunt. "You are so hot, " he said. "Jamie (his wife) won't pose for me,' he whispered more to himself than me. He had encircled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and was sort of tugging on it and squeezing it like he was milking me. It felt so good. I felt so naughty; so nasty there on the bed on all fours with this man touching me and stroking me. But, he also didn't seem involved with me at all, other than my body. But that was okay, because he was making me feel my body in wonderful ways.

"Don't move," he said, and he moved back in front of me. I could see him looking at me as he pulled the Myrtle Beach shirt over his head. He undid his belt, unbuttoned his Levis and pulled them down. He stepped out of them still wearing his underwear; a pair of Calvin Klein tighties. I could see the outline of his cock and his scrotum through the fabric. He came up to me, his crotch close to my face, and ran his fingers through my hair. He pushed the lump in his underwear into my face and rubbed his member over my cheeks and nose. I could smell the faintly urine smell of him, and a denser, musk-like odor. He pulled his shorts down to just below his ball sack, his cock sprung free and bobbed in front of me. His penis is thick and about six inches long when hard. The head was poking out from his foreskin, and looked purple-blue in the dim light from the overhead lamp. His testicles hung down, and I could see each of them as individual ovals covered in his hairy sack. His pubic hair gleamed, curly and dark brown, a trail of finer hair rising to his bellybutton. And up and spreading lightly across his chest, his nipples dark against his pale skin.

He pulled the foreskin back over his helmeted cock head and stroked himself a few times, the veins on his cock bulging out. "Kiss it, " he ordered, pushing his penis toward my mouth. I licked his pee slit, and opened my mouth slightly as he pushed it into my mouth. His hands ran up my cheeks and over my ears, gathering my hair up and away from my face. I looked up at him looking down at me. I reached up with my right hand and cupped his nuts, jiggling them, feeling their weight in my palm. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat. I could feel some of his soft pubic hairs against my nose, but he was still about one or two inches from being buried completely in me. "Suck me," he instructed. I did and he began to stroke slowly in and out of me. I shut my eyes thinking of you. I know you would love this, and it made me feel warmer and fluttery thinking of you doing this to me. I could feel his shaft sliding over my tongue and all the little bumps and ridges culminating is the flaring head of his penis.

After only a few minutes of this he pulled his cock free of my mouth, slowly pulling it out until it left me with a soft pop from the suction, a strand of saliva running from just under the tip to my lips. The head was less blue and redder, and his entire cock gleamed in the light. "Don't move," he instructed as he moved along side of me. I could watch him in the mirror that was above the dresser facing me, as he stepped from his underwear. His cock stood out at a rigid angle as he moved to my side. I felt his hand run under the band of my panties and he slipped them over my hips and down to my mid-thighs. Kneeling by my hips, he bent his head over my backside. He breathed of me deeply, and I felt his nose sliding between my globes, sniffing me and turning me on. I watched my breasts shiver as he moved his head behind me. I could feel his right hand between my legs again, running up the inside of my thigh. He rested his left hand on the small of my back. I felt his tongue touch my anus, and I, involuntarily jumped when its wetness touched me there.

He asked me in a wicked tone of voice, "Did you like that?" 

I could barely answer with a small, "Yes..."

I felt his fingers running between my pussy lips, the tips touching my slick insides. He bent back over me and began to tongue my ass. He then slipped two fingers into my pussy and began to finger me. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, his tongue dancing on my little puckered hole and his two fingers pistoning in and out of my pussy. I came almost at once, and I sort of collapsed onto the bed, my face on my crossed arms, my tummy on the mattress, my legs splayed apart with both my lower legs up, bent at the knee. I could feel the tightness of my panties as they imprisoned my thighs and kept them from spreading farther apart. My tits and ass trembled, and I felt myself shivering under my skin much like a horse does.

I sensed him pulling my panties off, and him moving between my open thighs. I felt his fingers spreading my ass and my sex and he began to lap me. He lay fully down between my open thighs, lapping and lapping, running his fat tongue up from my clit, along my spread pink lips to the opening of my vagina. He probed my cunt with his tongue, lapping my honey and drawing some with him up to my anus. Once again I could hear him sniffing at me. I don't know what it was about that. He had never done that, to my knowledge, before, but it felt so very naughty and dirty to have him licking me all over and sniffing me like a dog. He stuck a thumb into my pussy as far as he could while he continued to probe my anus with his mouth and tongue. 

I reached my hands under me, one gripping a tit and the other sliding down to my sex. I began to rub my clit as his thumb moved in circles in my cunt, and his mouth sucked and licked wetly at my backdoor. This was an entirely new way of sex between us. He had always been a fun, "Let's screw" kind of lover. But this, this was basic and fundamental. It was thrilling to have someone so involved with my sex and my ass.

He rose up, kneeling between my legs, his cock head touching my cunt hole. He pushed it into me an inch or so and sort of moved his hips in a circle, wetting the tip. I felt his thumbs roughly spread my ass cheeks and then his cock pushing against my asshole. 

"KY," I said. Maybe I didn't. But I thought it anyway just before he shoved his cock into my ass. His first push managed to get the head into me and my sphincter gripped his shaft just behind his bulging rim.

I must have cried out. It hurt when he first shoved into me, and I tried to pull away, sliding my hips to one side to try to free myself from his pole in reaction to the pain. "Don't," he commanded, his hands gripping my hips and holding me still. "Hold still," he hissed between clinched teeth, as he began to sink his cock into my ass. I felt the tears spring to my eyes and run down the sides of my nose, as his manhood violated my ass without any lubrication. It hurt and it burned... But still he pushed into me. Suddenly he pulled back and then back down into me. He did that a few times and suddenly he was sliding into me freely and easily. It began to feel wonderful, and depraved at the same time, as he grunted above me—fucking my ass. 

Gathering myself, I propped myself back up on all fours as he began to fuck my ass. He would pull himself almost free of me, then, s—l—o—w—l—y slide himself back down my chute, and suddenly, with about a inch free, he would lunge into me, making my breasts sway and my body rock forward. I could hear the slap of his belly on my ass. I could feel my ass shake at each final push, and his balls touch my pussy as they rocked forward against my now sopping cunt. Then hewould repeat the slow slide out, in and violent shove, Wap!

I watched him in the mirror. All I could see was his stomach and chest as he fucked me. His eyes were shut part of the time. His hands gripped me at the waist. His chest and neck were flushed. I grunted each time he slammed home in my ass. Slap, grunt—slap, grunt—slap, grunt, an animal display.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my ass and quickly flipped me onto my back, my head hanging partway off the foot of the bed. He grabbed my legs behind my knees and lifted them up, exposing my hungry cunt. He placed first one then the other over his shoulder, grabbed me where my thighs meet my body and pulled me toward him, toward his engorged meat. I leaned up slightly and could see his member, red, hard and erect, swinging between his legs while grazing my open cunt lips, his balls hanging loosely down between his thighs. He reached between us and, taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down my slit. I yelped each time his spongy cock head slid deliciously over my clit. I hunched my hips repeatedly, wanting his cock in me.

He leaned down, pushing my thighs up until they touched my tits, compressing them slightly, and causing my hips to roll up. I felt his cock slip against my opening and then to push in, spreading the swollen, sensitive lips wider, wider and wider as it pushed down and down into my hot, moist, self. I felt him slide down and down and down into me until I could feel his silky pubic hair against my clit and his heavy, cum filled balls against my still partly open anus. I sighed a long, long exhale of pleasure. He kissed me, his tongue wide and wet in my mouth. My hips rocked against him several times in little "fuck me" motions, my hands slid down his back to his rump, I squeezed this ass cheeks, spreading them and reaching down until my fingertips touched behind his nut sack. I pulled him tightly against me and rubbed my clit against the root of his dick urgently seeking his cum.

He rested his head between my neck and shoulder and began to pump his swollen penis into me with long sliding motions. My fluids coated his cock and he slid easily out and it, out and in. He set a languid pace and my hips responded in the age-old counterpoint to his mating. I felt the tingling in my stomach; my nipples were on fire where they were rubbed against my pressing thighs, my anus was now covered with my sexual slime as he stroked me. I kept my hands on his ass, tugging at him each time he reached the outstroke. With a small groan I tugged him into me again and again, feeling his thickness within me, feeling his heavy balls, now wet with me, coming to rest against my grasping asshole again and again. I felt him breathing against my neck each time he plowed home. 

He rose up, his head above my knees as his pace picked up. "Elaine," he said, "I have to cum... I'm going to cum."

"Where to you want to cum?" I said, my voice raw, the tendons in my neck beginning to contract during the first wave of my orgasm.

"Your mouth, " he said, his eyes clinched shut, "I want to cum in your mouth," he almost yelled. I spread my legs as he rose up, pulling his organ from my cunt and gripping it tightly in one hand. My hands went for my pussy, two fingers on one hand rubbing my clit furiously and the two from another plunging into my hot hole. He moved his knees up to either side of my ribcage, resting his ass on my tender abraded breasts, my juices dripping from his cock and balls onto my neck. I opened my mouth wide, my tongue a welcoming ramp for his sperm. He bent forward, and stroked his cock furiously as he placed the head on my flattened tongue. He came with a force that surprised me, the first jet streaking across my tongue and deep into my throat. I choked just as he forced his dick into my open mouth. Quickly I closed my lips around his organ as it leaped and bucked like a live thing spewing white ropes of cum into my waiting mouth. 

His ass cheeks ground against my breasts, electrifying my nipples and my hands worked my cunt. Just as he tried to force his entire cock into my mouth, I came. I came with such power that I almost fainted. My stomach crunched up, my chin was pulled down by the force of the muscle pulls in my neck, my thighs spasmed again and again, and cum gushed from my now red cunt. My body was covered with me from my belly button almost to my knees. I felt some of his sperm back up my nose as I choked on his cock. 




Blackmail



He pulled back and I opened my mouth, gasping for air, his spunk covering my lips and dripping from the corners of my mouth. He knelt above me milking his bright red penis, squeezing sperm out of it into my still open mouth. His foreskin nearly covering his now tender cock head each time he stroked down on his penis. His eyes glittered as he worked his cock, his balls still dripped my honey onto me, they hung so low now, two distinct orbs in a wrinkled pink sack covered in silky, wet hair.

I went limp, my arms falling, spread wide, to the bed. My legs fell akimbo, forming mirrored "L" shapes, my heels almost touching. He slumped over, his penis now touching my neck, the weight of him off my breasts.

"That was unbelievable," he said, falling onto his side, pinioning one of my arms to the mattress.

I couldn't talk. I savored the taste of his seed. It was slippery and salty, and somewhat bitter with a musky aftertaste. I sneezed some sperm from my nose. He reached over and wiped it from my upper lip.

"Yum, " I said.

He laughed, and as our bodies began to cool, he suggested we clean up in the shower. Once in the hot water, we soaped each other being gentle with the now tender parts of our bodies, my pussy, particularly my clit, and his penis, the tip of which caused him such pleasurable pain that he pulled it from my soapy hand when I stroked down to the end. Anyway, we were playful, and had a nice reunion. He was more like my fuck-buddy from the old days than the man who had so erotically inspected my kneeling body and roughly violated my ass, cunt and mouth. 

Afterwards we dressed, kissed a sweet peck, and he suggested that I leave first and he would follow in a few minutes. He said that he would e-mail me the other pictures, but said there weren't as many as there had been. He had been afraid that his wife would find them on his computer, so he had trashed most of them, keeping just a few in a file, nested in a file, nested in a file. 

Grabbing my purse with the unused Kentucky Jelly inside, I went outside. There were now about two inches of snow on the ground, so I had to clean my windshield before I drove off to make my real appointment at the hairdresser. I felt absolutely wonderful.