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Blackmailed Ch. 01

By: deadeye_76



 Sorry, no sex in this chapter. This is just the groundwork.

Main Cast

John, 35 years old, 5’ 11”, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s husband.
Cheryl, 34 years old, 5’ 4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John’s wife.
Meryl, 34 years old, 5’4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s identical twin.
Monica, 33 years old, 5’8”, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, works with John, Tom’s wife.
Tom, 35 years old, 5’11”, 180 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Monica’s husband.
Ed, 40 years old, 5’11”, 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ boss.
Ted, 9 years old and Natalie, 7 years old, John and Cheryl’s kids.


I got home from work on Thursday and was looking forward to dinner. My wife was setting the table and dinner was almost ready when I walked in. We always tried to have a nice family meal at least twice a week. The kids were now 9 and 7 years old and that meant that they always had more important things to do with their friends or in their sports activities than with their parents. There were sleepovers, going to the pool, practices, etc. I knew that this was one of those nights that we were going to all sit down together so I made sure to finish work and get home on time. When I entered I immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Hey, hon." I walked up to give her my dutiful husband kiss. She usually at least turned from what she was doing so that I could give her a quick peck on the lips. It was not sexual in any way, but at least it was on the lips. Tonight, I got the cheek. Oops! What did I forget to do now? "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." 

She didn't even look at me, just pretended to concentrate on setting the table like it was the most important thing in the world. Having been married for 11 years, I knew something was wrong. All the signals were there and I could have made ice cubes with the vibes I was getting from her.

I walked over to the den and put my work laptop down. I went into our bedroom and changed clothes, getting comfortable. I checked on the kids and they were both doing their homework. They were such good kids. Cheryl staying home until they got out of grade school was turning out to be a good decision for raising them.

I was checking on Ted when I heard my wife's voice calling us for dinner. I went downstairs with the kids right behind me and we all traipsed into the kitchen. The small kitchen table had a large bowl of linguine on it, with some small slices of garlic bread; a real carbohydrate lover's dream. 

We all sat down and the kids were chatty, as usual. Cheryl never looked up at me and we both talked to the kids but never to each other. As soon as the kids asked to be excused I brought it up again.

"Cheryl, I know something's wrong. You haven't spoken to me since I got a 'fine' when coming home. What's going on?"

She looked warily over to where the kids had just left, stared at me with daggers, and hissed at me. "As if you didn't know, you fucking asshole."

I gaped. She had never spoken to me like that, even when we had an argument. We might get angry at each other, but she had never said that. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She got up, slapped her napkin down on the table, and stormed out leaving me with her parting shot. "Your turn for clean-up."

I sat there in shock. We had always been able to discuss any differences that we had. She was a passionate woman, but never so harsh. I decided it was best to let her cool down and then try again.

I sighed and started picking up the table and cleaning up the kitchen. I heard the doorbell, but kept cleaning up. I thought Cheryl would get it. I heard it again, so I put down everything and walked to the door. I answered it and her twin sister Meryl was standing there. "Oh, hey, Meryl, come in."

She entered slowly and stared at me.

"What?"

"I can't believe it. You are such an asshole."

I stared at her. "Well, that seems to be the consensus around here right now. Can someone tell me why I'm being lambasted in this manner?"

She looked at me closely. "You have no idea why Cheryl is so mad?"

I held my hands out. "Not a clue!"

About that time my wife came down the stairs with a small suitcase. I was shocked. "Cheryl? What's going on? Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving for tonight to stay with Meryl. I have some thinking to do. I'll be back tomorrow morning to take care of the kids. I'll come in when you leave to make it easy for you."

I looked back and forth between them. I slammed the door; probably a little too loudly. "Stop right there! Somebody had better tell me what the hell is going on. I come home from work and all of a sudden the Anderson sisters decide I'm an asshole and my wife wants to leave me? What the hell is this all about?"

Cheryl stared at me and I saw tears well up in her eyes. "What this is about is the fact that I had to save your job this afternoon by blowing your boss!"

I stuttered and gaped at her. I couldn't breathe for a second. My wife gave my boss a blowjob? I was lost! "Wait! What the fuck are you talking about? You had sex with Ed? What the fuck is going on here?!?" I realized I was raising my voice, but I had lost control of my ability to remain calm.

Cheryl turned away from me and started crying then. I wanted to grab her and shake her, but Meryl stepped in between us. "No use denying it John. You're having an affair, so you got nothing to say here, you fucking asshole."

Now I was getting pissed off. "You fucking idiot! Whatever gave you that idea? I am not having an affair! You know that I love your sister and until a couple of minutes ago, thought she loved me. You know how I feel about that sort of thing, so get the fuck out of my way and let me talk to Cheryl!"

Meryl backed up a little as I got close to her, but Cheryl seemed to shrink down behind her. She started to reach for the door and I saw it. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, but she jerked it back like I had burned her.

"Cheryl, please don't open that door until you tell me exactly what the fuck you guys are talking about. If you are leaving me, at least have the backbone to stand up and tell me." My anger was winning over my more rational thought processes.

Meryl blocked my way as Cheryl finally got to the door and ran out, leaving her suitcase on the floor. I was still in shock and looked closely at Meryl. I was still trying to process what she said about blowing Ed. Fuck! My wife was cheating on me and thought I was cheating on her. How the hell did this happen?

I looked at Meryl and knew that I had to let Cheryl go for now. I would have to wait for us to calm down. I took a deep breath. "Meryl, you know me almost as well as your sister. Please, tell her that I want to know what is going on because I am NOT having an affair. I have never had one and never cheated on your sister. I thought the two of you knew me better than that after what I went thru with my parents."

Meryl studied me for a few seconds. "Look, John. I'm trying not to judge, but I will always be on Cheryl's side. You know that. I will ask her to talk to you, but she is very, very angry right now."

I glared at her. "And how should I feel when I learn that she had sex with Ed, huh? I'm not cheating, but my pretty little wife is fucking my boss? Tell me how I'm supposed to take that?"

Meryl's eyes went wide as she suddenly seemed to grasp her sister's position. If I wasn't having an affair, then her sister had just cheated on me for no reason. "I'm sorry, John. She says she knows for sure, but I can't tell you how she knows. She hasn't shared that with me yet. I'll try to talk to her and get her to at least prove her point. I'm sorry." 

She ducked out the door and I was left there with just my thoughts. At least I thought so until I heard a small girl's voice behind me. "Daddy, why are you and mommy fighting?"

I looked up the staircase at my daughter, Natalie, and walked towards her. "It's just some grown-up stuff. Mommy went over to Aunt Meryl's house so that she could spend some time with her sister. She'll be back tomorrow."

When I reached her I picked her up and hugged her, trying hard not to get too emotional. I hurt for her and Ted. I remember very well how my father's cheating had ruined my parent's marriage and how my sister and I, as the children, had suffered from it. I didn't want them to go thru that.

I got the kids ready for bed and then told them that they had to call their mother and say good-night. I promised that she loved them very much and just wanted to talk to Aunt Meryl for a while. I dialed Meryl's number and as soon as it started ringing I handed the phone to Natalie. I listened to her talk for a few minutes and then say good-night to her mother. She handed the phone to Ted and he did the same. As soon as he said good-night, I took the phone and put it to my ear. I walked out of the Ted's room and held it tightly. "Cheryl?" I could hear breathing on the other end of the phone, but no verbal response was forthcoming. "Whatever you think happened please understand that I love you and would never hurt you." The phone went dead.

As I lay down to try to sleep I had a sudden thought. How was I supposed to face Ed tomorrow? Did my wife really blow him, or was she just saying that to make me angry? I had no way to know for sure. I lay there, unable to sleep, my heart hurting because the one woman who I thought was the rock in my life had cheated on me and left me. We had two small children and I didn't want them to face what I did with bitter parents and being the subject of a tug-of-war between them.

I kept going over our conversation at the door. We were both passionate people and the yelling didn't allow us to think straight. She always said that one of my problems was that I tended to overanalyze conversations, but I parsed the one at the door over and over again. Did she really blow Ed? Was it just her way of getting back at me? Was it just revenge? Or was it really to save my job because of the reason she stated? My mind was going 100 miles an hour like I was on a caffeine high. I couldn't stop my mind from turning everything over and over and looking at it from all angles. 

I woke the next morning feeling like I got no rest at all. The last time I looked at the clock before I remember sleeping was 3am. Ugh!

I went through the motions of getting ready and worked on giving the kids their first wakeup call. I usually left every day at 7am and then Cheryl finished getting the kids ready and out the door. I looked outside about 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave and Cheryl was sitting out in front of our house in Meryl's car. She saw me open the curtains and look because she got out of the car and headed toward the house. I took a deep breath, returned to the kitchen, and waited.

Cheryl came in and made her way into the kitchen. She remained on the other side of the room like I was a leper, unable to look at me. She was still in the clothes she had left with and looked like she got as much sleep as I did; which is to say very little. 

I was having a cup of coffee. "There's coffee." I said it and my voice cracked a little. I wanted to let my anger out and yell at her about Ed. I wanted to hug her and tell her everything was all right. I was conflicted and I was hoping she would talk to me.

She stared at me for a few seconds. "You are having an affair with Monica. Just admit it and we can at least part in a civil manner and it won't be too hard on the kids."

I stared back. "I am not having an affair with anyone, especially Monica. She's as happily married as I thought I was until yesterday. I don't know how you could even say such a thing." She just stared as I continued. "Answer these questions for me." She looked up and hesitated for a second, then nodded. "You know how I feel about my father, right?" 

"Yes."

"You know that I've always said I would never do the same thing, right?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"Then what in the world ever gave you the idea that I would become what I despise and would have an affair with Monica?"

She fixed her gaze on me and then reached down into her purse. She pulled out a small envelope and tossed it onto the table. "Take a look at these, asshole. I can't believe you can stand there and lie about this."

She folded her arms across her chest and I reached for the envelope. She looked so angry, but there were tears starting to come down her face. When I opened it, the first picture was of me going into a hotel room with Monica holding the door open. I recognized it from when we were in New York on business and had held a business meeting in the suite that Ed had offered her. No problem there. Then I went on to the next few. They showed a man and a women having sex. The first was a shot of a woman a little from the side, clearly Monica, on her knees with a man's dick completely in her mouth. All you could see of the man was some of his torso. The second was him, from behind, on the bed fucking her missionary style, but the distance and angle made it tough to find any distinguishing characteristics of the man. The third was of Monica riding him, her tits in mid-juggle, her head thrown back and her hands on the man's chest. Nothing about the man was visible. Monica, a beautifully shaped voluptuous type, looked amazing in the photos. The only problem was that the man's face was never visible, and the body was barely shown. I looked up at Cheryl. "This is not me having sex with Monica."

Cheryl fixed me with another icy stare. "Asshole. How can you still deny it? There you are going into her hotel room and then there you are having sex with her." Her voice went up. "I can't fucking believe it. I wanted to not believe it, but when Ed showed them to me and made it clear that you could lose your job for sexual harassment, I was in complete shock. I was in such shock because we had decided that I would stay home with the kids for a while. That meant that you are our only breadwinner until I can get a job, and it left me in an extremely bad and vulnerable position. I was so fucking pissed at you and when he offered to let this problem go if I gave him a blowjob so that you could keep your fucking job, I did it. I figured I could save your job while I got divorced and found one and I could get back at you for Monica in one fell swoop. So there. But that's the end of it. He gave me the photos and I'm going to keep them just long enough to rip your balls off in court, then I'm going to destroy the fuckers."

I stared at her and took a deep breath. I had to remain calm. I hated the picture that popped into my head of her on her knees in front of that egotistical fuck. I took another deep breath and clenched my fists to try to hold my temper. "Cheryl, you are so wrong. That's not me in those photos and you are the one who has broken the vows that we both took so seriously. You gave a blowjob to my boss, a man that I have to see every day and work with." Now I was getting mad. "You put me in an untenable position, you cheated on me, and since you can't see the man's face in these photos you did it for nothing. I have never cheated on you, but you can't say that now can you?" I was almost yelling at the end.

She stared at me and I could see the indecision and doubt flash across her face. She looked down at the photographs. "No, it's definitely you. I can tell. Look at that body! It's you!" She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself that she was right. "That's definitely you! There's the shot of you going into that hotel room and I can see in the other photos that it's the same room. You went into the hotel room and you fucked her!"

I held up my hand. "Let me ask you a question." I was calmer now. I was resigned to the fact that she was wrong and now I was beginning to question Ed's motive. "Why didn't you ask me about this before agreeing to have sex with Ed? And why would Ed bring it to you? Haven't you ever noticed how he watched you at parties? The guy is a fucking lecherous asshole and I think he played you. I think he blackmailed you just to have his little fucking conquest. You cheated on us for nothing."

She stared at me now with something approaching fear. "But how do you explain going into the hotel room? What were you doing in there? Playing tiddlywinks?" The last statement dripped with so much sarcasm I could almost see it floating across the room at me. She was still persistent, but starting to waver.

"That was a suite that was rented for us, by Ed now that I think about it, so that we could hold the client meeting there when we were in New York, and then Monica and her husband could use it for their anniversary celebration. Yes, that's correct, Monica and Tom were staying in that room." I thought about that. "Come to think of it, Tom and I are very similar in body styles. I'm sure these are photographs of Monica and Tom. But the question is how the fuck did Ed get pictures of this?" Now it was coming to me. "Fuck! I bet that asshole set this all up. He rented the suite and I bet he set up some sort of camera so that he could get the photos of the two of them." My mind was working overtime now. "He took the photos, edited them appropriately, and then blackmailed you into sex, just so he could get to you."

Cheryl looked like she was in shock and then started to cry again as she realized her strong position was falling apart. "But, I mean, it looks like you. I... but, I...." her words trailed off and she collapsed into a chair, looking small and defeated. I think the combination of my remaining calm and making a few key points had her starting to believe me. I looked down at her. Once again I wanted to comfort her, but was angry at the same time for being so gullible as to fall for this... and blow my boss!

I decided I had to think about this some more so I looked at my watch. 7:15. "Cheryl, I have to get to work. I'm going to try to not kick Ed's ass. I'm also going to think about the fact that my wife has had sex with another man and see if I can get over it. Good-bye."

Her head whipped up and around at me. She was totally convinced now based on the way she yelled ab me. "Honey, wait, please...don't go yet. Let's talk about this!"

Now she wanted to talk... but I left, rushing out the door before I took her back without thinking of the repercussions. Work was going to be hell.

By the time I got to work and remembered to turn on my cell phone, it was 9:30 and I had three messages from Cheryl and one from Meryl. I listened and tried to stay unemotional.

First message: "Honey, please call me. [sniffle] I just got the kids off to school and I'm going to go back to Meryl's. [sniffle] Tell me if you want me to come back. I want to come back. [sniffle] Please tell me I didn't fuck us up because of this. [sob] I don't know what else to say. Please call me. I'll have my cell and I'll be at Meryl's. Please talk to me about this. [sob]" By the end she was weeping and kept reiterating her request to call her. It appeared that she believed me and knew that she had been duped.

Second message: "I love you more than I can express. Call me." She sounded very sad.

Third message: "I'm at Meryl's. I'll be waiting for your call. Please...."

Meryl's message: "Hey, John. Cheryl gave me the update. Uh, I'm sorry about what I said. I had to back her up, you know that. But I wish you would call her. She's a mess right now. She was a mess last night, too. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but last night she told me she was going to go back to you as long as you admitted it and said it was over. She really was willing to do anything for you and to keep the family together. She loves you more than anyone deserves. Just call her and let her know that she has a chance to fix this. I know that she is now the one that cheated, but it was a pretty good blackmail scheme. She really did believe that you were the one in those photographs. I also know that this will be difficult for you because of what happened in your family when you were a child. Please call."


Blackmailed Ch. 01



My story begins with a terrible mistake I made a years ago. I had been married to my beautiful and lovely wife, Alisha for five years, I loved her and still love her more than anything. She is an absolutely gorgeous brunette, almost as tall as I with beautiful breasts and long legs.

Anyhow, on to my mistake. We were both in our mid twenties and both very busy at work. Alisha was out of town for work for a whole week as was usual, one or the other of us kept getting pulled away for a few days or a week at a time. So, I was alone at home for a week except for when I had to go to work.

So, it was Saturday afternoon, Alisha had left that morning and was currently on a plane to L.A. I was sitting at hope relaxing and watching TV, enjoying my weekend off, when I heard a knock at the door. I answered it and found Alisha's friend Gina on the other side.

Gina was actually looking for Alisha, bringing over a bottle of wine to share with her. Being polite, I invited her in as I explained to Alisha had been called out of town for work. She appeared disappointed and I invited her to stay anyhow, adding that I was sure Alisha wouldn't mind, and she agreed.

Perhaps this would be a good time to describe Gina a bit. I was completely, absolutely in love with and attracted to Alisha, cheating on her never even crossed my mind. That said, Gina is an absolute goddess, a petite little platinum blonde about 5'2". She was a good friend of Alisha's but I always thought my wife felt a bit threatened by her. She was dressed in a short little white summer dress and looked amazingly hot that day.

We spent the evening together, I cooked us dinner and we watched some TV while she drank a few glasses of wine and I drank more than a few bottles of beer.

I must've dozed off a bit and woke up to one hell of a surprise. Gina had unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. She was licking it and tickling it with her fingernails, and I couldn't help it, it started getting hard. I did have enough presence of mind to ask her to stop, but it must not have sounded very convincing as she soon wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking me. 

She sucked and stroked me as I worried less about my wife and more about not cumming so soon in this goddess' talented mouth. She sucked me for a good half-hour, by which time I was getting pretty desperate. She was so good!

She slid up my body and whispered in my ear that she needed me to take her, and that she wanted me to have my way with her, even if she resisted it was just an act and I was not to stop. This seemed a little odd at the time, but I was so desperate I didn't care.

She stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting down. I was so ready, I pounced on top of her and began pawing at her. She started right away with comments like, "Please Rick, no!" and put up a struggle, but gave me a little wink every now and then that was enough to keep me going.

As soon as I could, I pulled her dress up around her waist and spread her legs as I mounted her. Her pussy was shaved clean and dripping wet, but she continued to fight me a bit, making it a bit difficult to get in. But when it finally did, it was fantastic. She felt amazing and soon I could feel my orgasm building. She gave one last, "Please no!" as I released my seed inside her. I rolled off her and she ran off to the bathroom. I was exhausted, spent, and still a bit drunk, and fell asleep before she returned.

When I awoke, the first thing that hit me was a realization of what I had done. I felt terrible, but immediately realized I couldn't move my hands from above my head. Gina had tied my wrists and ankles together and tied them to each end of the couch.

I saw her sitting in my chair, wearing a nighty of Alisha's and as soon as she realized I was awake, she walked over and began running her fingers over me. I told her to stop, this should not have happened, and ordered her to untie me immediately. She looked at me and lifted an eyebrow, "REALLY?" she asked as she began stroking my cock back to hardness.

She pushed a button on the remote and a video started. I realized to my horror that it was a video of last night, and worse yet, it looked as though I was taking her against her will. OMG, thoughts flooded my mind. First, Alisha, I already felt so bad, but what if she ever saw this, me apparently raping her friend? Then, of course, there was legal matters, Gina could press charges and put me in prison for decades!

She let this set in for a bit, then said, "You understand your situation now, right?" I thought about my answer carefully and responded politely, "Yes, Gina, I do." She asked if it was safe to untie me and I responded affirmatively. So, she let me loose and she informed me that she hadn't cum last night and I better get to that immediately.

I can't say I wasn't turned on as I knelt between her legs and started licking her. I attacked her clit and soon had her writhing. I could still taste and smell my cum in her little pussy as I tongued her clit until she exploded in orgasm.

When she had come back down, she explained that I had better do everything she wanted if I didn't want the video getting out. I agreed, saying I'd do anything, "Good," she said, "Now it's you turn." She had me strip naked, sit on the couch and began sucking me again, soon getting me quite aroused again, just as I was about to cum, she pulled away and went into the kitchen, bringing back the cordless phone. 

What the hell was her plan? She sucked me all the way until I almost came in her mouth and backed off, dialing the phone and handing it to me. As soon as I grabbed it, I could hear Alisha say, "Hi sweetie, what are you up so early for?" OMFG, I was a mess, I told her I missed her and wanted to make sure she made it alright. She said, "aww sweetie, that's sweet," and began to tell me how her trip went. 

I had all I could do to try to hold a conversation as her friend sucked me voraciously. She told me a couple times and sounded funny and I just chalked it up to just waking up. As soon as Alisha and I hung up, Gina stopped sucking me and walked away.

To Be Continued



Blackmailed Ch. 01



My name is Marcus, I'm a 24 year old black male. I just recently moved into a nice, new neighborhood. Since it's a new neighborhood I really don't have many neighbors, except one. Her name is Stacy, she's a busty female with beautiful medium length red hair in her early 30s, and she's about 5'5" and thick. We work at the same company and until recently we were actually friends. We would hang out have lunch and dinner, just random stuff. Things started to go south when Stacy started sucking up to our boss. She started to distance herself from me and she even tried to get me fired. She still tries to get me fired for different reasons till this day. So needless to say we stopped talking. 

After a while she started inviting our boss and his family to her place for dinner every Tuesday, there would be the random day or two when he would come alone. Mainly to talk about the business and stuff like that. I only know this because my home office window looks directly into her dining room. So I avoid going into my office whenever she invites them over. 

Tuesday comes around again and like usual our boss pulls up to Stacy's house, but he's alone. He quickly gets out and rushes to her front door. As he rings the doorbell he frantically looks over his shoulders. Stacy answers the door and lets him in. Now like I said I will normally avoid going into my office while he is there but I needed to finish some work before it got too late. While I'm doing my work I look up and notice Stacy is on her knees sucking our bosses cock. I have to rub my eyes to make sure I am actually seeing this or if I am just tired. After rubbing my eyes and even pinching myself I notice this is for real. I laugh to myself and grab my camera. I take a ton of pictures, of her on her knees sucking his cock, her bent over as he fucks her among other things. A couple hours later they finally stop and our boss leaves her house. For the next month every Tuesday our boss goes back for more and every time I take more and more pictures. She even received a promotion not too long after all of this started. After all the hell she has put me through I think it is time for the tables to turn.

A good month and a half has passed now and I've finally come up with a plan to get Stacy. She gets home from work and notices something on her porch. It is the manila envelope I left for her. She picks it up, looks around and then walks into her house. In the envelope are a few of the pictures I took and a letter. It reads 

"Stacy, 

I know you are wondering how in the hell I got these pictures and why I am just now bringing them out. Don't worry you will get all of your answers shortly. Now here's the deal, don't call the cops or anyone for that matter. If you do I will instantly send the pictures to everyone in the office and our boss's wife. Trust me that won't end well for either of us. Especially since I know this is exactly how you got your promotion. You will probably lose your job and get black listed and so will I, I will probably even go to jail. So let's avoid all of that. Come to my place as soon as you finish reading this. 

P.S. Go ahead and destroy the pictures I have more where that came from. " 

Within an instant she is banging on my front door. I open up the door and she flies in. Glaring at me angrily and pacing through my living room. 

"Why would you do this to me" She exclaims as she throws the letter and pictures on my floor. 

"I don't know. Why have you been trying to get me fired? Actually save it I don't care. I know you are only over here to find out what I want in return for deleting these pictures. So here it is. I want you to be my sex slave for two month. After the two month you are free to do whatever you want and I will delete the pictures. No one will see them at all...." I say with a smirk. 

She stops pacing and her mouth drops open "What...No I would never do anything like that... Especially for you" 

I start to open my laptop "Oh well maybe I should just send these pictures right now then" I show her that I have already set up the email and everything. So all I have to do is press send. She stares me down not knowing rather I am bluffing or not. So I start to move the mouse cursor closer and closer to the send button. 

"STOP... Please stop..." She somewhat yells and moves a little closer to me as if she is going to beg me "okay wait tell me what I would have to do as your sex slave and maybe... maybe we can work something out."

I look her in the eyes and say "That's simple all you have to do is follow my every command. If you think it's off the wall or crazy do it anyway because it pleases me. Don't worry though the better you are the more pleasure you will receive as well. If you disobey me I will punish you, which will either be spankings, or I won't let you cum..." 

"Fine" she says, interrupting me. 

"...but if you tell me no and don't do what I tell you, I will send out the pictures without a moment's hesitation" I say with a smile.

She doesn't seem to know how to react to me. I stand up, and undo my pants and drop them to my ankles. 

"Now your first task as my sex slave is to suck my cock. Don't act like you don't I've seen how good you are when you are with our boss. Now get over here and suck my cock like a good slut" 

She slowly drops to her knees, her head is down as she kneels before me. I reach down and pick her head up with one hand, and then I slap her in the face with my cock. 

"Now suck my cock" I demand "Or I will send these pictures to everyone" 

She reluctantly starts to suck my cock, slowly at first and only taking the head in her mouth. I grab the back of her head and right under her chin and I start to fuck her face. Making her take all of my big cock, she starts to gag as I shove it down her throat. She tries to push away but I hold her there till she gags hard. I let her go as she falls back on her ass and starts to cough. I grab a handful of her red hair and pull her over to a chair. I sit down and she gets back to sucking my cock, this time not just sucking the head of my cock. I start to make her lick the side of my cock and sucking my balls. I start to fuck her face again this time she doesn't gag as fast but when she does I let her up for a quick breath and a slap to the face. Then I push her head right back down on my cock. After a good hour I finally pull her off my cock and make her take my nut all over her face. 

"Now clean yourself off slut" I say as I stand up in front of her. 

"Do you have a towel I could use or something asshole?" she says with an attitude. 

I smack her in face then grab a handful of her hair and pull her face close to mine. 

"No slave of mine will ever talk to me like that, understood. When you refer to me you may call me Sir. If you want to clean off, you better wipe the cum off with your hand and swallow it all like a good slut." I say as I throw her to the floor.

She looks up at me from the floor with a look of shock on her face. After a good minute she starts to wipe all the cum off of her face. Then she licks it off her palm and swallows it all. She starts to get up and fix her hair and clothes in a mirror. I pull my pants up and walk up behind her. 

I whisper in her ear as I move her hair to one side "Now look, Stacy, this can either be easy, or hard. All you have to do is follow my orders and everyone will be happy." 

She responds "I understand sir... I will try..."

The rest of the week flies by. I would have Stacy come over occasionally to train her to be a good slut. I would tie her to my bed and play with her pussy but never let her cum. Each day we did this she got better and better at holding back her orgasm. She wasn't to the point where she could hold it till I gave her permission but she was definitely getting there. What she didn't know is that this training has a purpose. 

Sunday comes and I have Stacy come over again. Now when she comes over she has a ton more respect for me as her master, she does have a few slip ups though. I felt it was time to give her a present and a test. As she walks in my door and greets me with a kiss, I hand her a small package wrapped in black. She looks surprised and a little nervous as she opens the package. Once she gets it open she just stand and stares at me with a blank face. 

"What is this and what am I even supposed to do with this?" She blurts out. 

Shaking my head "Have I taught you nothing, have some respect and say thank you. Your master just gave you a gift. A little gratitude would be appreciated. Don't make me punish you again." 

"Thank you Sir I appreciate your kindness" She responds quickly while trying not to make eye contact with her now displeased master. 

"You are welcome. Second this is a vibrating egg and I have the remote" I say as I show her the remote that sits in my hand "I have a test for you and I am expecting you to pass with flying colors" 

"What kind of test?" She asks as she looks up at me.

"I want you to invite our boss and his family over for dinner at your place this Tuesday. I want you to be a good host, but you will have this vibrating egg in your pussy the whole time. So now we get to see how good you are at holding your orgasms back, and how you respond to spontaneous stimulation." 

The thought of this turns me on but I can tell it kind of scares Stacy. Part of me is hoping she will cum all over the place. Or caves in and go to the bathroom to rub one off. Not only so I can punish her but so our boss's wife can see how much of a whore Stacy really is. 

Stacy still looking at me says "So, you expect me to put this in my pussy and let you turn it on and off while I have our boss over at my place for dinner? Do you want me to get fired or something?" Letting out a groan she says "I can't believe you are going to go this far with this. I thought you were just going to have me suck your cock or have me fuck you every now and then but this is pushing it."

"Listen to me and listen to me good I told you once and I will tell you again. No slave of mine will ever talk to me like that." I sternly state as I grab a handful of her hair and bend her over the arm of my chair. "Now you are going to get a punishment and still have to do this. Oh and did I mention you can't orgasm till they leave, and you have to come here. Trust me I have something planned for you" 

I give Stacy's Pale white ass ten hard spankings, leaving some very noticeable red hand prints on her ass. Then I had my way with her tight ass hole. I kept her bent over holding her down as I slipped my cock deep into her ass. Her cries didn't sound like cries of pain, to me it sounded like she liked it. She just kept clawing at the chair and moaning loudly as I got deeper and deeper. I could feel her ass start to squeeze my hard throbbing cock as she got close to orgasm. She didn't even really fight back she just let me take her tight little ass till I filled her with my seed. After her punishment I explained to her again that she needs to be respectful to me if she wants this to be easy. 

Tuesday comes and Stacy is getting ready for our boss and his family to come over. She comes to my place one last time before they get to her place. I had her come over so I could personally put the vibrating egg in her pussy. Just so I know for a fact that it's in her pussy. I had warned her too that if at any time she takes the egg out or gives away that I am watching or doing something to her. I will automatically send out all of the pictures I have of her. Once I had put the egg is in her pussy I reminded her not to get off until she comes to see me after they leave. She leaves my house and walks back to hers. As she is walking I turn the egg on high. She jerks a little and then turns back around to look at me. I smile and wave at her as she makes it to her house.

When our boss finally arrives she invites him and his family in and she leads them into the dining room. I see her go to pull out a chair for our boss, and as soon as she grabs the chair I turn the egg on high. She almost falls into the chair, but still pulls it out for our boss. I keep the egg going as she walks to the other side of the table to pull out a chair for our boss' wife. As she walks her legs give out a little bit but she catches herself. I turn the egg off as she starts to serve everyone, and offers them drinks. As the night went on I would periodically turn the egg on low then slowly turn it to high. I could tell Stacy would have time to try and hold back her orgasm and control her motions this way. So to make things more interesting I would just turn the egg on high. Watching her squirm at the dinner table turned me on so much because I can just imagine how wet her pussy is. I would see her jerk her head and her hair would flip into the air. Or she would jump and knock the table. I couldn't tell what was being said but it seemed as if our boss and his wife were worried about Stacy, like she was sick or something. Little did they know that she is really trying to fight back an extremely intense orgasm. 

At the end of dinner our boss and his family leaves and almost as soon as they drive out of site, Stacy is at my door. I had turned the egg on high again as soon as I noticed they had left so when I let her in her face is almost as red as her hair. I can tell just from looking at her that she wanted to explode all over the place. I lead her to my room and rip her clothes off and then throw her in my bed. She lays there with her legs spread open waiting for me to take her. Her pussy juice had been running down her legs all night. So not only was some of her leg wet but her pussy looks like someone just poured a ton of lube on it. I can tell she wants me bad just from the look on her face, but I make her wait as I pull out some restraints. I restrain her to the bed so she can't move her arms and legs. I pull out a Hitachi and start to put it on her clit. She starts to moan loudly and I can tell she loves this because every time I pull it away she tries to follow it. I get her close to orgasm a good eight times. She is begging for my big black cock now, whimpering and whining. She wants my dick so bad she is starting to shake. 

She even tried to tell me she wants me but everything that comes out of her mouth is a jumbled mess. She just lies in my bed legs and arms spread wide as I tease her like crazy. After I build her up one more time I get on top of her and slide my cock in her dripping wet pussy. Just from feeling every inch of me slide in her she starts to shake and shiver. Her eyes even roll in the back of her head. As I fuck her hard and deep I tell her not to cum until I say so. As I slide balls deep, I can feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I put the Hitachi on her clit and start to fuck her faster. As she start to tense up more and more I give her permission to cum. She starts to moan louder and louder to the point where it almost sounds like a scream. I shove my big black cock balls deep one more time, as she starts to orgasm. Her orgasm is so intense that she starts to shake hard and her eyes roll in the back of her head. I keep fucking her harder and harder. The feeling of her pussy or cumming as hard as it did drove me nuts and close to orgasm. I start to wrap my hands around her throat as I fuck her harder and deeper. She claws at the bed needing another gasp of air. I don't let go till I start to cum then I give her permission to cum again. We start to cum together and hard. She just lays there her red hair is all in her face and she is panting heavily. As I pull out she starts to moan and stand at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to calm down. Once she finally does I undo her restraints and she looks at me and says "Thank you Sir".



Blackmailed Ch. 01



Baby,

I walked into the adult shop nervously. It looked a little seedy and old from the outside, but what could you expect from a sex shop? You had told me to buy a butt plug, warning me about the consequences if I were to come home without one tonight. It was supposed to be an adventure for me. I watched you drive away, feeling a little abandoned. I had never entered an adult shop before; all the toys that we owned were either bought through online shops and delivered to our doorstep or you had bought it. 

I pushed open the door, hearing a little bell announcing my presence. I was relieved to find no one else in the shop, and walked deeper, examining the contents of the shop. The shelves were filled with rows of neatly arranged toys like a child entering his first toy shop. There were many dildos, vibrators, vibes and plugs, as well as ben wal balls, whips, gags, cuffs and even exotic costumes that boggled my mind. I advanced to the plugs, wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible. But standing before the many shapes and sizes of plugs, I could not make up my mind. Maybe I should just close my eyes and pick one, I thought. So I did. My fingers brushed against a plastic casing and I reached out and grabbed it, only to realize that it was bigger than I would like. My eyes flew open and I was about to put it back on the shelf and pick something smaller when a deep voice spoke behind me.

"So, you pick that huh,"

I jumped a foot into the air and turned around. A tall burly looking man stood in front of me. I was so embarrassed that I had half a mind to put the plug back and run out of the store. Then I remembered your warning that I have to buy a plug or pay the consequences. I breathed in deeply and tried to remain calm.

"Oh, no, I-I was just putting it back."

His hand shot out and took the plug from my hands before I could put it back on the shelves. "What? Is it too big?" He grinned at me, obviously enjoying my discomfort. "Perhaps it's too small. I could find a larger one for you."

"Er, it's okay. I was looking for a smaller one," I mumbled.

"Smaller?" His eyes glanced at the plug then at my ass, as if trying to imagine it inside me. My heart was beating frantically within the confines of my chest as thoughts raced through my head. "That'll be too small for you, lady. Tell you what, how about you try it out right now? It's a special service."

Try it out? This situation was deteriorating fast. I shook my head, not daring to meet the man's eyes, for I knew that there were more to this special service than I would ever enjoy. I took a step back, eyeing the store's glass doors, measuring the distance between where I stood and how far I would need to run. Perhaps forseeing my escape, his hand shot out again and gripped my arm. I instantly panicked, my leg kicking out at his shin while I struggled to withdraw my arm. 

"Come, come, don't be shy. I insist on you trying out the plug. No use buying the wrong size. It'll be a waste of money." He grunted at the kick on his shin but managed to turn away from another to the groin. "Now, you're playing dirty. Tsk." He turned me around with his death grip on my arm and pinned my arm behind my back. It hurt so much that I could not bring myself to struggle anymore. He pushed me further into the store, pausing outside a closed door only to knock on it, before pushing open the door. 

"Harold, this girl asked for the special service." 

As Harold looked up from behind the desk in the small office, I froze. The man was the size of a summo wrestler, except he had a sculpted body of bulging muscles. He looked as if he could crush me with his fist. His dangerous appearance was not helped by the fact that every inch of his body was filled with tattoos, making him look more like a gangster than that of a store proprietor. The other man let go of me as Harold smiled slowly, knowing that it will spike my fear. 

"Come, girl, come to daddy's lap,"

I began to feel slightly light-headed from fear. I wanted to throw caution to the winds and run for it, but looking at these two, I felt like a cornered prey, ready to be eaten. Indeed, Harold made me feel like looking to the other man for help, except that it was nonsensical. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind and boost my courage. Grow up, girl!

"Excuse me, I'm not looking for any special service-" My confident statement died a quick death as Harold glared at me furiously. I stifled the whimper that rose, meekly walking towards Harold. He patted his lap, wanting me to sit down, his face becoming stormy after the first few seconds. I sat down immediately, not wanting to incur his wrath. His huge fist wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back. I saw the other man go out of the room and when he returned, locking the door. The panic rose again when I saw that he have the butt plug that I had chosen just now. God, what are they going to do?

"So you ask for the special service?" His narrowed eyes when I shook my head made me nod my head warily. "Come then, what are you waiting for?" He pushed me off his lap. "Take off your clothes!"

Even though I knew I would have been humiliated, it was never as clear as his command. I did not want to, but clearly I had no choice. I tugged my tee over my head, and unzipped my shorts, letting it fall to my feet. My face was red with embarrassment as I felt two pairs of eyes raked over me. "Underwear too." I reached to my back for the clasp of my bra and slowly took it off. The tension in the room was so heavy as I slowly bared my breasts. They were perky, undeterred yet by the onslaught of time. Then I bent over to take off my panties, my hand instinctively trying to cover my pussy while I stepped out of them. This brought an annoyed grunt from Harold, and I slowly removed the hand. 

For a moment there, no one so much as moved, not even breathed. I stood in the room with two strangers, naked as the day I was born. And then Harold beckoned me with his hand and I would not think anymore. He gestured for me to spread my legs, and I did so reluctantly. Cool air brushed against my pussy lips and I shuddered a little, trying to resist the urge to close my legs. I felt Harold's fingers brushing against my inner thigh, and I whimpered a little. He stared at me, looking at my expression and as if seeing if I will put up a fight. When I did not, his fingers moved up to my pussy, brushing across it gently. I closed my eyes in denial, fighting the tingle that shot through me when he spread open my pussy and pushed a thick finger into me. A loud ripping sound had my eyes opened again and I realized the first man had torn open the packaging of the butt plug. But then Harold began moving his finger, thrusting it in and out of me. I looked back at him, and in his eyes, I saw no mercy, and I knew I have to do whatever he wanted me to do. 

Despite my embarrassment, I could feel myself getting wet. Harold was hitting this delicious spot inside me and I began to lubricate myself, preparing for the imminent cocks. He knew it too, the bastard, and reveled in the wet sucking noises. He inserted two fingers, then three into me, his thumb rubbing my sensitive clit until I was a horny mess. 

"Please.." I whispered, trying my best to continue standing upright despite my wobbly knees. I did not know what I was asking for, but I knew that my orgasm was approaching fast. He knew it too. He rubbed my clit faster and faster until I screamed, collapsing into Harold limply. 

Before I could move, too entranced in my after-orgasmic bliss, Harold picked me up and bent me over the desk, where he took two pairs of handcuffs and cuffed my wrists to separate corners of the desk's legs. I whimpered a little, too feeble to struggle. My ankles were similarly cuffed to the desk, rendering me helpless before these two men. 

"Come, Eric, it's your turn now." Harold said.

I see Eric approaching me with the large butt plug. I mewed in fear when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Come, girl, we're going to fit the plug in you then fuck the hell out of you!" Something wet spilled in my ass. Lube, I figured. And then I felt the tip of the plug at the entrance of my asshole. I thanked god that Eric at least have the sense to push it in slowly, because about one inch into my ass, my entire body revolted. My whole body tensed and I tightened on the plug so that it could not move further in. Spikes of pain was erupting from my ass. 

"Hell! Loosen up girl, otherwise it'll be worse!" Eric yelled. I paid no attention to him, focusing only on the plug in my ass. In his frustration, Eric pulled out the plug and began spanking of ass frantically. I screamed, trying to get away, but cuffed as I was to the table, I stood no chance. Eric's palm landed on my ass again and again until my ass burnt with pain. I was sobbing, not because of the pain, but because I was afraid. "If you tense up again I'm going to take up whip to your ass! Understand?" I nodded obediently.

This time when I felt the plug, I took a deep breath and tried not to think of the large invader that was slowly sliding deeper into my ass. And it was large. It stretched me out and filled my ass until I was sure it was pushing other parts of me inside my body to make way for it. Fortunately, Eric lubricated the plug again so that it did not hurt. I clenched my ass around the plug several times, feeling how big the plug was in me. I heard the sound of zippers and ruffling of clothes and realized that the men were stripping. 

"Please, please.. don't.. I have a husband.."

My pleas fell on deaf ears as Harold came around to the front of the desk and pulled my head back. "Suck me," he said. When I refused, he grabbed my head and pinched my nose until I had to open my mouth to breathe. At once, he slided his cock into me and behind fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes tearing up. I felt a finger entering my pussy and I moaned around that mouthful of cock in my mouth. A second later I felt Eric's cock entering me, pushing apart those soft tissues until he rested within my warmth heat, made tighter around the cock. I whimpered as his cock and the plug made my lower body incredibly full. Then Eric began to thrust in and out, and I completely forgot about whatever I was thinking. He found the perfect spot and was hitting it with every thrust, making me whimper and moan. 

I could feel Harold pumping faster and faster into me, his short thrust meant that he was close to orgasm. I tightened my lips around him and stroke my tongue on the underside of his cock, intensifying his pleasure. With a guttural groan, I prepared for the salty fluid that flooded my mouth and swallowed it quickly. 

Eric, on the other hand, was taking his own sweet time. I saw Harold go out of the office and return with a clit vibrator. God. Harold smiled at me evilly as he handed Eric the vibrator. I tensed up again, invariably clenching around Eric's cock again. He groaned. I heard the buzzing of the vibrator and would have shot off the desk if not for the cuffs when it touched my clit. I screamed, and tried to wriggle off the intense vibrations when my own orgasm hit me with the subtlety of an oncoming train. My pussy clenched sporadically around the cock. Eric, to my amazement, still managed to hold off his own orgasm. I cried out as the administrations to my clit had me coming for the third time. It was so sensitive that I sobbed, begging Eric to lay off the vibe. Eric smiled and took it off and with a few deep hard thrusts, flooded my womb with his sperm. 

I was so out of it that I did not even realize that they had released me from my bonds and lay me on the table. I mewed pitifully as they strapped me down again, my legs apart. They were grinning as they examined my pussy using the table lamp. I could feel Eric's cum seeping out of me down my ass, except that the large butt plug was still in me. My clit was still engorged, peeking out of the hood. Harold tweaked it, and I stifled a scream. I saw Eric head out of the room and came back with a scary-looking instrument and a ball gag. Harold took the instrument and examined it, checking if it was in pristine condition. Eric quickly came over to me and tied the ball gag in my mouth, muffling the noises that I was making. It did not reassure me at all.

"You're going to get a cute little ring in your clit, alright?" Eric said.

My eyes widened in fear. Clit-piercing? Oh my god. I did not want it. I screamed my objections behind the gag but the two men ignored me, inspecting my clit. Harold placed that instrument at my clit and I screamed again. God, no no no no no no! A sharp pain beyond anything I had ever felt swept through my body, as the needle went through the most sensitive part of my body. I watched Harold swiftly replaced it with a small silver ring and rubbed some lotion from a small bottle on my clit. Somehow, it all appeared surreal to me, like my mind refused to take it anymore information. 

"Come, girl," 

They had untied me again, and wanted me to stand up. I stood, my legs wobbly. I could feel my clit, every movement I made seem to make it twinge. Eric took out the plug from my ass and told me to get dressed. I did so slowly, so tired was I from the rough handing by the men. The sensations flooding me from my clit did not help too. It tingled and it hurt, but at the same time I was turned on. Eric repacked the plug and put it in a discreet bag for me. I took it as a sign that I was released from this hell. However, as I was going to walk out of the office, Harold put out an arm to stop me.

"W-what?" I stuttered, biting back the whimper at the mere prospect of more abuse.

"We'll be seeing you at this place tomorrow," He handed me a piece of paper. On it were some directions. I looked up at him. "You see, we had this entire event taped. We are going to sell it, and that's why you can get the plug as a freebie. Now, we want you to come tomorrow so that we can tape more. If you didn't appear, I'll personally track you down and show the tape to your husband. You wouldn't want that, do you?" He smiled a little, but it made him more menacing. 

I shook my head, knowing I had no choice. Harold mauled my breasts again and gave me a slap in the butt before letting me out of the store personally. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eric mouthing 'See you tomorrow'.



Blackmailed Ch. 01



Chapter the First

Note: I in no way advocate rape. Short of murder and child abuse, there is no more heinous crime. This is purely a work of fiction, and a way for the author to work through certain personal D/s fantasies. There is non-consensual and abusive sex, MM, MMF, piss play and more. If this isn't your cup of tea, please move on. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.

On with the story...



Jack Peterson was surprised to see Chloe and her boyfriend Sam sitting on his porch as he arrived home from work. Chloe Baxter, the 19 year old from next door, had never much cared for him. She blamed Jack for her parent's divorce, in spite of the fact that Jack and her mother, Cleo, hadn't done anything until after she had left her husband.

And they had done quite a bit. Cleo had spent years in a loveless, sexless marriage. Jack and Cleo had been friends since she and her family moved in next door, and she had spent a fair amount of time crying on Jack's shoulder. One night, after a goodly amount of crying and alcohol, she had unloaded to Jack just how much she missed the sex she and her soon to be ex used to have before the birth of their daughter.

Jack had been surprised at the stories she related. Kinky tales about how she used to tie up her husband and fuck him with strapons and do all manner of nasty fun. After Chloe's birth, he had decided that kind of 'kinky shit' was inappropriate and unilaterally declared that they were done with such things. For many years the only way she could achieve orgasm was with her favorite vibrator.

Jack had opened up to her about how he used to have an extremely dominant girlfriend, and enjoyed being submissive, getting spanked and flogged and getting his ass fucked. They had talked at length and realized they shared many common sexual interests, and so began a long standing sexual relationship. They kept it strictly friends-with-benefits, but they had a lot of fun. 

Having a fuck-buddy next door was damned convenient.

Chloe never approved. She felt that their 'relationship' kept her parents from reconciling, and had been quite vocal concerning her dislike of Jack. She and her mother couldn't be more different. They both had red hair and hazel eyes, but beyond that, they were as different as night and day. 

Cleo was 5'9'' and all curves, with 44 double D breasts. Chloe was 5'1'' and fairly petite in her build, 34 b's and a cute little ass. Cleo's skin was alabaster, Chloe obviously tanned often. Cleo's hair was a long mass of curls, Chloe's was short and spiky. Cleo tended to dress in light, airy clothes, Chloe leaned more towards the punk/goth, usually in blacks and reds. Cleo was friendly and outgoing, Chloe tended toward surly and had few friends, her boyfriend Sam seemed the only one she was truly close to.

And, as previously mentioned, Chloe flat out hated Jack.

So Jack had to wonder why Chloe was sitting on his porch swing with her boyfriend. "Hello Chloe, Sam. What can I do for you?" 'Might as well be friendly,' he thought to himself.

Chloe smiled, an obviously fake smile. "Just hoped we could talk, Jack. Actually, I have something to show you. Could we go inside?"

Jack shrugged. "Sure." He unlocked the door and held it open, letting the two 19 year olds enter first. 

Chloe pulled a DVD out of her back pocket. "Mind if I put this in?"

Jack shrugged again and turned on the TV and DVD player. Chloe popped in the DVD and hit play.

This would be when Jack's world turned upside down.

The first scene that came on the screen was Jack, dressed in a black fishnet bodystocking and black patent leather 4 inch heels, tied face down on his bed. There were pillows stacked under his belly, elevating his ass.

Cleo stepped into view. She was wearing a black lace teddy and stockings with knee high leather boots. She was holding a flogger in one hand and stroking the ten inch strapon she was wearing with the other.

"Oh, I've been thinking about this all day." With those words, Cleo proceeded to flog Jack, making sure to cover his entire backside from shoulders to feet. Jack squirmed and moaned, obviously enjoying the beating.

Back in the real world, Jack was staring at the TV, stunned. Chloe was smirking. "Where... How did you..."

"Mom really should learn to hide her stuff better. I knew you were a sick fuck, dude, but I never knew just how sick 'til I found this shit."

Jack moved to shut off the video. Sam grabbed the remote and shoved Jack back towards the TV. Jack wasn't even going to try to fight Sam. The 19 year old had been the star linebacker in high school and earned himself a full ride to college. Sam was 6'2" of solid muscle, and while Jack was in good shape, he had no illusions that he could actually hold his own with the young man.

Chloe was still smirking. Jack thought it looked positively evil. "Dammit, Chloe, this is none of your business! Shut this off!" 

On screen, Cleo was straddling Jack's legs and pouring lube onto his exposed asshole. She then started fingering his ass, working the lube inside. "Feel that, faggot? Feel me getting your asshole ready for my cock?"

Chloe stepped up close to Jack, getting in his personal space. "Fuck you, sicko! You can just stand there and watch it." She waved at the screen, where her mother was sliding her ten inch strapon into Jack's ass. "We made a bunch of copies. As of now, your pervert ass belongs to me. You don't want this shit to go public, you do what I say, when I say. Got it you fuck?"

On screen, Cleo was slam-fucking his ass while pulling on his hair and calling him names. Jack loved the degradation, loved being called a faggot, a cock-slut, a bitch. He lived for the days and nights that Cleo used him as her own personal fuck toy.

But right here, now...

"What is it you want, Chloe? Money? Me to stop spending time with your mom? What?"

"Oh, no. Hell no. You keep right on doing your thing with mom. I don't like you. Never will. But I do have to admit she's happy doing," she pointed at the TV, "that with your worthless ass. So you keep on keepin' on, and mom doesn't find out about this. And if you do what we tell you, nobody else does, either. 'Specially those uppity fucks you work with."

"What then? What do I have to do to keep this quiet?"

Chloe was grinning that evil grin again. "For starters, you can get those clothes off. Now."

Jack looked back and forth between the two teens. He could see they were serious. He could also see they had him over a barrel. 

He started removing his suit. 

On the screen, Cleo had flipped him over and was jack-hammering the dildo up his ass as she brutally twisted his nipples. They were both screaming as they came.

Chloe laughed, watching. "Goddamn! Never knew mom had it in her. She sure as hell had it in you, though, huh?"

Jack peeled his boxers off and stood before the teenagers naked. "Ok. What now, Chloe?"

Chloe took two steps and kicked Jack square in the balls as hard as she could. His eyes bugged out and he dropped to his knees, gasping. It took everything he had not to puke. Chloe stood over him, rage showing plainly on her face. "That's Mistress Chloe to you, bitch! And Sam is Master. Got it you fucking pervert?"

He managed to choke out a "Yes, Mistress."

"Goddamn right! We own you. Don't you fucking forget it." Jack watched through teary eyes as they stripped out of what little clothes they were wearing. Chloe plopped her naked butt down on Jack's couch and spread her legs to reveal her hairy crotch. 

"Get the fuck over here, bitch. My ass needs cleaned." She pulled her legs up to her chest and presented her hairy asshole. "Now, faggot!"

Jack crawled over, still in agony. With his first lick of her asshole, he had to fight down the bile again. She, frankly, stank. She'd been sweating all day, and her personal hygiene left much to be desired. There were little brown chunks in the hair, and she hadn't made much of an effort to wipe the last time she'd gone to the bathroom.

Chloe saw his hesitation and grabbed his hair, jamming his face between her cheeks. "Start eating, bitch! Unless you want Sam to practice punting with your nuts."

Jack buried his face in her ass, digging his tongue up her nasty shit-chute as far as he could get it. He could feel his tongue hitting something solid in her rectum. He worried that she would actually shit in his mouth.

"Oooohhhhhh, that's the shit! Eat that asshole you worthless motherfucker!" Chloe ground her ass on his face, totally getting off on what she was doing. "Eat it! I left it extra dirty just for you you piece of shit!" 

She kept him there for almost twenty minutes. She finally came, spraying her cunt juice all over his head and back. Still gripping his hair, she pulled his face out of her ass. "Not bad, bitch. I think you just became my own personal asswipe." She slapped him across the face, grinning that evil grin again. 

"Next..." She twisted his head to the right. Jack's eyes bugged out again. Sam was standing there, stroking his cock.

14 inches of rock hard cock, easily as thick as a Coke can.

Chloe leaned in close to Jack. "Big for a white boy, ain't he? Biggest damn dick I've ever seen outside of a porno. And before we're done, he's gonna bury that damn monster down your throat and up your ass. And you're gonna take it like a good little faggot, aren't you?"

"I..."

Chloe slapped him again, hard. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'll try."

Chloe kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling on the floor. "Try, hell! You damn well better believe you're gonna take it all! Mom's out of town for the next three days, and I ain't got nothin' but time. We are gonna fuck you up!"

Chloe straddled his chest, pinning his arms with her legs. "Open wide, faggot!"

Jack panicked as Sam knelt over his head. The linebacker smacked Jack's face with his hardon several times. Chloe reached back and grabbed his balls. "I said, open wide, faggot. Or say goodbye to the family jewels."

Jack took a deep breath and opened his mouth as wide as he could. Sam immediately started feeding that huge mass of man-meat into his mouth, not stopping until he had half his length buried down Jack's gullet.

It hurt. Jack's jaw felt like it was going to break, and his throat was stretched horribly. He couldn't breathe. Jack was genuinely terrified of what was happening to him.

Chloe started pinching and twisting his nipples, causing even more pain. "Fuck this faggot's mouth, baby. Get it all the way in."

"Anything you want, baby." Sam drew back, giving Jack a second to draw a breath, then shoved back in, hard. Tears poured from Jack's bulging eyes as all 14 inches were forced down his throat. Chloe grabbed his neck with her right hand while she kept abusing his nipples with her left. "Goddamn, I can see the outline of your cock in his throat! Ooooo, I can feel it, too!"

Jack was squirming, trying to get some relief from the pain, getting more panicky, unable to breathe. 

He got no relief.

Sam started face-fucking him, spearing the whole length of his massive tool in and out of the helpless man's throat. Every few strokes he'd bury his cock and hold it there. He could feel Jack's nose buried in his asshole, and would only pull out when he could sense Jack running out of air. A couple of times he even managed to squeeze out a fart right into their captive's nose.

Chloe was having the time of her life. For years she had hated this man, and watching her boyfriend rape Jack like this was like having a dream come true. She leaned over and grabbed the bag she had brought with her and dug out a pair of alligator clips. 

These weren't sex toys, they were actual alligator clips she'd found in one of her father's old tool boxes. So when she clamped them onto Jack's nipples and the serrated teeth ground into his flesh, Jack screamed in pain. Had it not been muffled by the huge cock in his throat, the neighbors down the block would have heard it.

"Suck harder bitch. Get into it, or I'll turn your nips into hamburger." She pulled on the clips, sending waves of pain coursing through him. She was thrilled to see a thin trickle of blood running down the right side of his chest. Jack frantically started working his head back and forth, helping Sam to fuck his throat.

"Good lil' bitch. Cum right down his throat, Sam. Make the faggot choke on it."

Sam was thrusting faster and faster. "You got it, babe. I'm almost there."

"Yeah! Skull-fuck that faggot! You should be enjoying this you fucking pervert, didn't you tell my mom to rape you? You wanted to be treated like a piece of meat, now you're getting what you wished for."

Jack was starting to regret ever buying that damn video camera.

Sam jammed his cock all the way in and started cumming. To Jack, it seemed like buckets. He swallowed as fast as he could, trying to keep up with the flood, but some still leaked out past the log in his mouth and ran down his cheeks.

Chloe noticed something that shocked her. Jack had a hardon. He was being brutally raped, and he had a hardon! "Holy fucking shit! This sick fucker is turned on!" She grabbed Jack's erection and squeezed it viciously. "Lookit that, Sam, he's hard as a fuckin' rock!"

Jack was ashamed to admit it, even to himself, but that deep down craving he had for abuse was actually getting off on what was happening. This wasn't a rape fantasy, this was actual rape. Brutal, painful, vicious, genuinely in fear for his life rape.

He was miserable. He was in pain.

He wanted more.

Sam pulled his still hard cock out of Jack's throat and smeared the remaining cum all over his face. Chloe pumped her fist on Jack's cock a few times, then slapped his balls. "Well, well. What kind of sick fuck gets off being raped? Let's just see how far we can take this." 

She moved up and straddled Jack's face. "Open your fucking mouth, bitch!" Jack did, expecting her to sit her cunt on his mouth.

She had something else in mind. "Sam, hold his head still." The linebacker grabbed Jack's head and held it firmly in place. Chloe looked down at their captive, hate showing in her eyes. "How 'bout a drink to wash down all that yummy cum?"

Jack started to protest. Which meant his mouth was open when the first burst of foul smelling and worse tasting piss exploded in his face. "Keep that mouth open and drink it down faggot, or Sam'll knock your fuckin' teeth out!"

Jack squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep up with the torrent. He'd always wanted to try watersports, but Chloe had obviously been drinking and eating to make her piss as foul as possible. The smell alone was enough to make him gag. He managed to not vomit, fearing the punishment he'd receive if he did.

Eventually the flow slowed to a trickle, but not before the carpet was soaked and Jack was lying in a reeking puddle of urine.

Chloe plopped her sweaty, pissy cunt down on his mouth. "Lick it clean, motherfucker." She ground her pelvis into his face, nearly breaking his nose as he desperately lapped at her foul tasting pussy.

Once she had ridden him through two orgasms, she scooted back and sat on his chest, leaving him gasping for air. "And he's still hard! This fuckin' perv really does like getting raped!"

Sam laughed and slapped Jack. "That true, bitch? You like getting raped?"

Jack decided honesty was probably the best way to go. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'when rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it'? Seemed like good advice."

"Well, get ready to lie back and enjoy some more, motherfucker. Sam there took a Viagra, and we ain't even got started yet." She clambered to her feet. "Get your ass up and lean over the back of the couch, faggot."

Jack dragged himself up. He was pretty sure he knew what was next. He draped himself over the couch, fully expecting Sam to fuck his ass. Chloe surprised him again.

She had Sam spread Jack's cheeks, then she spit on his asshole and proceeded to shove her hand up Jack's shit-chute.

It took everything he had not to scream bloody murder. Chloe laughed and shoved her arm further into his bowels, curling her hand into a fist and actually punching up into his guts. Hard.

Jack nearly passed out. "Enjoying this, motherfucker?" She punched again. "You better. 'Cause, this is gonna be happening to you a lot from now on."

Jack groaned, in pain, trying to force himself to relax. He'd had no preparation, no enema, no lube other than piss and spit, and the vicious redhead was buried to her elbow up his rectum.

"Hell, you should thank me, bitch! I'm providin' you with a service, stretchin' your faggot ass for Sam's cock."

Sam slapped Jack again, hard. "You heard her. Say thank you mistress!"

Jack ground out a "Thank you, Mistress" through clenched teeth.

Chloe was punch-fucking his ass at this point. "Why, you're welcome, bitch!" 

Sam slipped behind Chloe and slipped his raging hardon in her cunt. "Oh, yes! Fuck me hard while I fist fuck the shit out of this sick motherfucker's ass!" She could see streaks of brown on her arm. The evil grin was back as she thought about how she'd have her new fuck-slave clean it off.

Sam started slam-fucking the redhead, the impact sending her fist even deeper into Jack's bowels. Jack was white-knuckling the cushion as Chloe's fist rearranged his guts. He was in agony. His jaw, throat, nipples and ass hurt like hell. He was well and truly being raped by these two sadistic kids.

He moaned.

But it wasn't a moan of pain.

Chloe was genuinely shocked as she watched Jack orgasm explosively, spraying cum all over himself and the couch.

As Jack sagged onto the couch, she kept punch-fucking his wrecked rectum. Chloe could hear him still moaning, see he still had an erection. He was obviously in tremendous pain. He was also obviously enjoying it. She had read about people that got off on abuse and pain, she just never really believed it. 

She had come to Jack's today with a plan. Now she was altering that plan, new thoughts, new wickedness coming to her now that she knew the truth about the pervert next door.

In her mind, a switch had been flipped. This wasn't just about revenge anymore.

This was about seeing how much pleasure she could wring out of their captive fuck-toy. 

This was about seeing just how much he could take, and how far they could push him.

This was about well and truly breaking Jack.

This was going to be so goddamn much fun...

To be Continued...



Blackmailed Ch. 01



"Hey Blaize? Mr. B wants to see you in his office right away. It's just through those wooden doors." Elsie not so quietly whispered.

Blaize McPherson was the new girl at the law firm and she was one of the most hated. At 23 she was the youngest and most attractive employee with her long curly hair and curvy figure. She was every bit as smart as she was attractive and the other women hated it. Blaize tentatively looked up at the smug face of the bottle blonde named Elsie. Elsie was the blonde bombshell of the office- she was just as venomous and feisty as a pit viper. 

'Oh how these bitches would love to see me get nailed for something big right about now.' Blaize thought as she nodded in acknowledgement. She had only been working at the firm for less than 3 weeks and hadn't messed anything up - nothing worthy of being summoned by Mr. B at least. Blaize stood and shakily took a quick sip of coffee before grabbing her notepad and pen and made her way to Mr. B's office. Her 4 inch red stilettos made little clicking noises against the tiles, almost in time with her increasing heart rate. Mr. Nicholas Bonaparte was the owner of the law firm. He was young, ridiculously rich and smarter than any man Blaize had ever met. He had a dimple in his right cheek that could only be seen when he smiled. But not any ordinary smile - a real smile. A smile that reached his sharp gray eyes. 

"See ya- wouldn't wanna be ya." Elsie's voice cut through Blaize's thoughts bringing her back to the present. 

Blaize took a deep breath and pushed the heavy oak doors of Mr. B's office open. 

"Hi Mr. B, Elsie said that you -"

'Sit. Now.' Two words spoken in such a harsh tone that Blaize could never imagine would come from such a kind man. Blaize stumbled towards one of the chairs Mr. B had gestured at and sat down abruptly.

"Miss McPherson, I built this company from the ground up and I take immense pride in ensuring that it remains unscathed by defamation and scandal. When I hired you I thought that you were one of the smartest women I had encountered. I believed that you were witty and well poised, and that you would never endanger the face of the firm. So imagine my shock and disappointment when this was hand delivered by a courier." Mr B leaned over his desk and dropped a plain manila folder onto her lap.

'I'm so sorry sir. I don't know what you're talking about. I've behaved well, I haven't -'

"Stop talking and open the damn folder!" Mr. B said sharply, his gray eyes glinting with anger.

'Yes sir.' Blaize opened the folder and felt her heart drop into her stomach as she looked down at the picture in front of her.

There she was in black and white kneeling on the floor of an empty room. She was naked minus the dark collar that adorned her neck and the nipple clamps that swung from her perky C cup boobs which were forced forward by her hands which were handcuffed behind her. In her mouth she held a leash that was attached to the collar which had the word, 'sex slave' stamped in white. She remembered the picture well. It was taken roughly two years ago by her old Master, Alec. Blaize swallowed and flipped to the next picture, willing an explanation to come to her. A close up of her ass greeted her. On her right ass cheek was a bruise in the shape of a handprint. She had naively mouthed off to Alec who had ensured that she wouldn't sit comfortably for days. She glanced up at Mr. B and flipped again. Another picture of her face stared up at her- a black light pic. Alec had used his jizz to write the words ' fuck toy' on her naked chest, then came on her face during one of their daily face fucking sessions. This picture had been a huge hit on his blog. It had also been one hell of an arousing day. Blaize could feel herself getting turned on as the memories of the days with her Master came back to her. 

"Mr. B, I...I am so, so embarrassed. This is mortifying. These are from college and they were taken by a man that I was...involved with. I never knew they would be leaked. Please Mr. B, I am so, so, so sorry."

Blaize looked up to find Mr. B sitting on the edge of his desk directly in front of her. She glanced at the bulge at his zipper where he was obviously hard. Mr. B reached forward and cupped her chin with his right hand, forcing her to stare into his eyes - chocolate brown against steel gray. The abruptness of the action made Blaize's breath quicken and her nipples began to harden in arousal. The right side of her lower lip disappeared into her mouth as she nervously gnawed on it. In that moment she found his mouth pressed roughly against hers. Hungry. Dominant. Blaize shut her eyes and forgot who she was kissing, responding with a desperate longing. Mr. B's fingers deftly undid her chiffon blouse and pulled it free of her pencil skirt. He roughly grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her, securing her wrists with the silk tie he had removed from his neck when she was examining the photos. The predicament of her position suddenly dawned on her and her eyes snapped open. 

"Mr. B, what are you-?"

'Shhhh...' He quieted her with another long, hard kiss. His hands went back to work, running all over her smooth body. She wasn't a size zero like the majority of New York City. She had soft breasts, wide hips and an ass that could hardly be contained. His hands quickly, skillfully popped her breasts over the cups of her lace adorned bra where they stood perky and at perfect height for his mouth. Two silver nipple rings gleamed at him. 'Oh the fun that will be had' he thought mischievously before pulling her left nipple into his mouth enticing a tortured groan from Blaize's throat. He sucked lightly before quickly nibbling on the tip of her nipple and moved onto the other.

Without warning Mr. B yanked Blaize off of the chair until she was standing with his right knee between her legs. He took a moment to look at the beautiful sight in front of him. Her eyes were glazed in a mixture of lust and confusion. The sleeves of her thin blouse had fallen off of her shoulders and remained gathered at her bound wrists. Her nipples presented themselves to him in little brown peaks, barely hidden by her waterfall of chocolate curls. He inwardly groaned impatiently. He felt as though his dick would burst if he didn't bend her over his desk right away. 

'Patience is a beautiful thing.' He reminded himself as he thought of the other, much larger plans he had for the beautiful brunette in front of him. 

Mr. B kissed her again, his tongue meeting hers. His left hand rubbing and squeezing her ass until she cried out; the right found its way between her legs where her arousal was fully noticeable. Her tiny thong was soaked through, making it easy for him to find her clit and begin his assault. Her senses were on overload- he was gentle but so firm, and Blaize hadn't been touched like this in years. She hadn't been with a man that commanded the room or her body like Nicholas Bonaparte did since...Alec? Blaize released a moan as Mr. B picked up the pace on circling her clit. She could feel the intensity of her orgasm building. She was half naked in her boss' office while she let him maul her. It was so wrong but it felt so right- she needed to cum and she was so close to doing so...until therubbing abruptly stopped.

'What the-?'

Mr. B quietly turned Blaize and pulled her naked ass to his crotch, making her feel his raging boner. He had trapped her knees over his and pulled his legs apart until she was spread to his liking. Bitter from having her orgasm taken away, Blaise tried her best to rub her golden ass on Mr. B's pants clad boner. ' I'm going to make him fuck me. He can't start this and not continue! Two can play at that game' She thought deviously. Her bound hands reached under her where she massaged his balls and continued to grind her ass into his crotch. 

"Oh I don't think so, pet. You're not in charge here." He whispered, stilling her gyrations by wrapping one around her upper body and resuming his assault on her clit with the other.

His right hand furiously rubbed her clit through her soaked thong while his left quickly squeezed her nipples in random frequencies. His mouth found her neck, licking and sucking until she was on the brink of her orgasm. 

'Oh...I...don't stop...Mr. B!'

Mr. B wrapped his hand around her neck, cutting off half of her air supply. "Say that you're my fuck toy and you may cum." he growled in her ear.

"PleaseMr.B, I'myourfucktoy I'myourfuckt-ohhh!!" the sound of Blaize's orgasm drowned out of the sound of the camera chronicling Blaize's current state.

Patience, is really such a beautiful thing. Mr. B looked up at the camera man who had just snuck into his office and smirked.

"Blaize deary, if you can, please look up and greet the man who's been so gracious as to photograph this little event. The event that will start a wonderful relationship between you and I. I believe you know him."

'What? I need to get dressed!' Her voice was still thick with euphoria as she tried to get dressed, forgetting that her hands were tied.

"There are some banging pictures here! This is my favorite!" The photographer walked over and showed me a still of Blaize lost in her orgasm - her face was clearly visible and showed her in a very questionable predicament, the only two requirements he gave the photographer.

"Oh I like that! What do you think, pet?" Mr. B showed the camera to Blaize who instantly felt the blood leave her face. "I'm going to give you two options. You will do what you screamed you would and be my little toy while you still worked here or you can quit and hope these photos don't find their way to your next employer."

Blaize stopped trying to coax her nipples back into her bra and pull her skirt down from around her waist. How did she end up in this position? How did Nick even get those pictures in the first place? And who the hell is the photographer?! Blaize slowly turned to face Mr. B, undoubtably giving the stranger a good look at her ass. Her eyes fell to the floor as she hung her head in submission. She had rent and bills to pay and she made a really great salary right out of school. Could she handle leaving the firm? Would Mr. B forward the photos to her next employer?

"I would like to be yours sir." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

"FANTASTIC!" Mr. B boomed. "Now say thank you to our wonderful photographer as well as the man who is the reason why you're in this little predicament - I believe you remember your old Master, Alec? Well darling, now, you have two masters! Now, you have exactly 2 minutes to get yourself cleaned up, make sure you thank your masters for being used and get back to work. I still need the debrief on the new P&S case and I'm expecting you at my house by 6:30 so I suggest you make it out before 5pm traffic. Alec will be joining us for dinner so make sure you dress appropriately."

Alec stifled a snicker as he looked at the shocked face of his old slave. She was a remarkable creature - full of defiance and sass. She was rarely ever shocked into silence...or submission. She looked around, catching his gaze, and the look of triumph was almost enough to make her resign right then and there. She and Alec left things on not the best of terms, so who knew what horrors awaited her. Blaize mumbled a low ' yes sir ' and wriggled out of her silk bonds which had finally come loose. She let realization of the situation wash over her as she slowly cleaned herself up.

"I said 2 minutes. You still haven't thanked us for using you or acknowledging your old Master. I think we'll add 10 to your weekly punishment. Your method of punishment will vary so be very careful."

'Yes sir. I am sorry Master. Thank you. Thank you both. Excuse me." She said quickly and curtly, buttoning her blouse as she headed for the door. She would adhere to their wishes but she'll do it on her terms..at least until she got those pictures back.

"No. Take off your bra and panties and then you are dismissed." Alec smugly commanded.

'But, sir, my blouse is see through...and my nipples are pierced. And if I bend over in this skirt, you can see if I'm wearing underwear or not.'

"5 more for hesitating on a command!" Mr. B's voice came sharp and loud. "You know the girls have been complaining about the heat, I'll lower the AC and I forbid you to cover yourself."

'Yes sir.' Blaize quickly removed her bra and panties, placing them on the top of Alec's camera bag. The pale yellow chiffon did little to hide the outline of her areolas and only teased her nipples into little peaks once more.

"6:30. Don't forget. You have two masters now."

Two masters. Two masters. TWO masters? Twice the commands, twice the punishment, twice the pleasing. Blaize's pussy clenched as she thought back to being collared by Alec, how he would turn her brown ass a bright shade of pink before hammering into her, how he always teased her orgasms out of her. Two masters. Blaize stumbled to her cubicle and let herself get lost in the fantasy of what the evening might bring.

** TO BE CONTINUED**



Blackmailed Ch. 01



I stared at my cell phone. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I thought about it and went to see Monica.

Monica was a quintessential MILF. She was in her early thirties with auburn hair, green eyes, a well-filled out figure without being fat, and as nice a person as you could ever meet. She and her husband had one child, a 4 year old daughter. I had one problem when I entered her office. I had just seen pictures of her naked and was trying not think about that or ogle her while I brought up what had just happened.

"Hey Monica, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

She nodded and looked up from her computer. I closed her office door. 

"I don't really know an easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it. I just saw photos of you having sex in that hotel suite we used in New York." She started to say something and her eyes went wide, but I put up my hand to stop her. She also blushed. "My wife had them because the man's face was not shown and the individual with the photos claimed it was me. He claimed that we were having an affair so that he could blackmail her." I stopped and waited for an answer.

She sat there stunned. "Oh my God!" Her eyes darted around the room and I could tell she was very uncomfortable. Then she got a kind of a deep-thinking look on her face and it was quiet for a long time. The silence was unbearable.

I finally sat down on the guest chair in her office and sighed. "Sorry about seeing those pictures. It was not something I had wished for."

She stared at me. "Are you worried about me being upset with you that you saw me naked in those pictures?"

"Yes."

"Don't be. Of course I'm embarrassed. I'm not an exhibitionist, but I'll get over that. More important right now is who the fuck took these photos, how did they take them, and who the hell is trying to blackmail your wife and for what?"

I sat there for a minute considering how much I should tell her. "The answers are probably Ed, I don't know how, Ed and so he could have sex with her."

She stared at me, but didn't seem too surprised. She got a very hard, jaw-clenching look on her face. "Fucking Ed! That asshole. I'm not really all that surprised. That son of a bitch has hit on me several times at parties, but so subtly that I didn't know if I could report him for sexual harassment. He has walked a very thin line with some other women around here, too. He's a predator." Then she suddenly looked up at me. "You said they were photos of me having sex? My husband was there that weekend for our anniversary, you knew that. Did you tell Cheryl that?"

"Yes, but it took a while for her to start to believe it. I think she does now only because of the way Ed took advantage of the situation. Maybe you could call her and tell her this. You also might want to get the pictures back from her."

"God, if I tell Tom, he'll kill Ed. Hell, I want to kill him right now!"

"Yeah, me, too. I've been afraid to even go see him because I'll probably try to rip his head off."

"So what was the basis of the blackmail?"

"He told her that you and I were having inappropriate relations at work and he would fire me if she didn't have sex with him. Since she has been staying home with the kids for the last few years, she has no job and felt the pressure of all the bills and a cheating husband out of work."

"Oh. That's pretty messed up."

"Yeah."

"What's going on between you two?" She stared at me intently.

"Nothing good. She accused me of being the man having an affair with you and spent the night at her sister's house. She came home this morning and we fought until some strange things started to make sense to her. Now I think she believes me, but we still fought."

Monica winced. She seemed to know the answer to the next question before she asked. "She submitted to the blackmail?"

I looked at the ground. "Somewhat."

Monica looked away and didn't push that any further. "I can't wait to get these photos. If I show them to my husband I know he'll for sure murder the fucker."

I looked at her. "Can you call my wife now and tell her about this? I'm going to go over there after work to pick up the kids talk to her about it, and I'd like to get this cleared up between the three of us before we attack Ed."

"Sure." 

I gave her the number and she called and told Cheryl the story. I could tell that Cheryl was upset and that it was making Monica feel sorry for her. I could see her tear up. She didn't tell Cheryl that I was there in her office, but Monica had asked me to stay for the call. When it was over I thanked her and left.

I sat in my office for the next couple of hours. I found out that Ed was on vacation that day, so at least I had some time to consider what to do about that. I concentrated on my feelings about my wife and what to do about our relationship. The same questions from the night before ran thru my head. Do I break up a family and our marriage over this? She did not do it because of the seven-year itch or because she was attracted to another man. She did it for the two reasons, conflicting though they may be, that she stated. Would I have done the same thing? Probably not. She was forever complaining about the way I analyzed everything before making a decision. That would have meant that I would have had to take time to go over everything. However, Cheryl was not like that. She was more of a quick decision maker and probably really believed what she had heard. I can't imagine what she must have felt when she thought she was seeing pictures of her husband fucking another woman. I know what it felt like to me to imagine her giving a blowjob to Ed and that was pretty fucking tough. I still didn't know what to do and I barely got any work done all day. 

In the middle of the day, I found myself reminiscing about how we came to be a couple. We met just after she graduated from college and found her first job. The job happened to be in the same building as where I was working and some folks from where she worked and from where I worked ended up at the bar across the street at a happy hour together. Some of the group from the different companies knew each other and introductions were made. As soon as I met Cheryl, I knew that I liked her. She was open, honest, and cute. She was not a tall, thin, model. She was petite, pretty, and unassuming about her beauty. She seemed to take everything in stride. By the end of that first happy hour I had asked her out. I started reminiscing about our first night of sex.

 To be continued...



Blackmailed Ch. 02



In order to understand the story fully please read first my story "blackmail"

Unknown to Zilpha, Joey went out of the house and peeped through the living room window, concealing himself in the bushes beside the window. And what he saw through the window convinced him that Mrs. Rollins was not that firm in her position. He knows that he could seduce her well enough for her to give in to her feelings for him. So while he walked to school he devised a plan for the seduction of his mature teacher.

For two days, there was no contact between Joey and Mrs. Rollins until Joey approached her one afternoon while she was walking down the hall to her office.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Rollins." 

"Good afternoon, Joey." Zilpha greeted him as well.

"Mrs. Rollins can we talk?" 

"Ok, Joey we can't talk here let's go to my office." Zilpha explained to her student in a whisper. 

While proceeding to her office Zilpha felt a surge of excitement envelope her whole body as she anticipated in her mind what Joey would want from her now. When they arrived at her office Joey, who was following her, immediately locked the door and went on to stand in front of her table while Zilpha sat on her chair behind her desk.

"Now Joey, what was that you would like to talk about?" Zilpha asked him in a casual manner trying to act cool but deep inside, her pulses where racing and there was an itch forming between her thighs that needed her attention. Seeing Joey for the first time since their encounter in her house triggered mixed feelings for this 43-year old teacher. One part of her wanted to smack the young boy doing this to her but another side of her was yearning for his young cock.

"You know what I want Mrs. Rollins." Joey confidently told her as he unzipped his pants and then pulled out his cock from his boxers.

 As Joey's cock sprang out of his boxers, Zilpha just stared at the humongous meat in front of her. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep her love juices from flowing out to her legs. Then Joey walked up beside her, with his 10-inch cock standing at attention a few centimeters from Zilpha's face. Zilpha just watched as Joey gently stroked his rigid member, Joey could feel Zilpha's breathe brushing across his cock as he massaged his young cock in front of her face. By now Zilpha's panties were soaked of her love nectar and that she was completely sexually aroused such that, with Joey's cock just a few centimeters from her face she licked the tip of his cock sending him trembling in pleasure.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh...........Zilphaaaaaa..." Joey screamed as Zilpha licked the bulb shaped head of his penis. 

Throwing caution and reason out the window and letting her emotions take over her body, Zilpha passionately licked the sides of her young student's penis, running her hot and wet tongue all over his 10-inch cock causing Joey to groan in shear pleasure.

"Haaaaaahhh...haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh....Mrs. Rollin's." Joey tried to suppress his cries but the pleasure of having his cock licked by the woman of his dreams was just too much for him to hold back.

Zilpha then got Joey's hand from the base of his cock and then replaced it with her soft hand. Then without warning Zilpha, slid Joey's enormous cock in her hot mouth.

"Huuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh....Mrs. Rollins...you are the best...." Joey cried as he experienced his first blowjob.

As Joey's hard meat slid in and out of her mouth, Zilpha looked up to see her young student squirming in pleasure. Feeling his warm cock in her mouth opened the floodgates of her vagina such that she had to touch her self to relieve the itch she was feeling between her thighs. So Zilpha lifted one leg on the arm rest of her chair, spread her legs wide apart and then slowly rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties. 

Although Joey was overwhelmed with pleasure, but as soon as he saw what his teacher was doing to her self he hurriedly reached out to where her hands were playing and then gently pulled her panties aside and then ran his middle finger up and down her dripping canal. 

"Huuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmhhhhhh......Joey....." Zilpha moaned, momentarily stopped her sucking of Joey's cock, as Joey's virgin fingers played with clitoris.

Zilpha was ecstatic at the feel of Joey's inexperienced fingers trying to give the pleasure she deserves.

"Put your finger inside my pussy Joey...please..." Zilpha begged her young student, as she was now totally overwhelmed by the pleasure that his naïve fingers are giving to her mature pussy.

So without hesitation, Joey slid his middle finger in to his mature teachers drenched vagina causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...Joey please don't stop." Zilpha was trying desperately to stifle her cries, as she experienced for the first time in 2 years someone else other than her self touching her depraved pussy.

Then after a few minutes of Joey's finger sliding in and out of her dripping pussy Zilpha came to an intense orgasm.

"Aaaargggggggghhhhhhhhh... Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh...Joeeeeeeeey." Zilpha screamed as she squeezed her thighs together enveloping Joey's arm between her soft plump thighs.  

As the pleasure of being fingered by a boy about 20 years her junior started to subside, Zilpha reached out for Joey's cock, she released his cock from her mouth due to the intensity of her orgasm, and tightened her grip on her students cock and masturbated him passionately, stroking his massive member up and down in her soft hand. Then she returned his cock in to her mouth and then she tried to consume all of his 10-inches but just half way through his cock Zilpha gagged as Joey's cock hit the back of her throat. So she just wrapped her long soft fingers around the base of his cock and then started to jerk him off with her sucking on the bulbous head of his penis.

Then after a few minutes of these intense blowjob...

"Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Mrs. Rollins I'm cummmmmmming......" Joey screamed as he tried to push Mrs. Rollins back, but Zilpha held on to his butt so that he could not move back and remove his cock from her mouth.

After a couple of strokes Joey exploded inside Mrs. Rollins mouth. Zilpha at first was surprised at the amount of sperm that squirted from young Joey's cock but she tried her best not to allow a single drop of his cum escape her mouth as she continued to milk his penis in her mouth. Then when Zilpha was sure that she has milked all of his cum out of his limp cock she released it from her mouth, Joey's slimy and sticky cum dripping from her chin and landing on her satin blouse.

Joey was awe stricken as he had just experienced cumming inside a woman's mouth and the feeling was just fantastic. After Mrs. Rollins released his cock from her mouth he sat down on a couch beside her desk. Then she joined him on the couch and, with her hand still stroking his cock sending his limp cock to harden again, asked to him.

"Did you liked it, Joey?"

"Yes, Mrs. Rollins that was the best orgasm that I have ever experienced before."

"But Mrs. Rollins you said that jerking me off was the farthest you can go with this?" He asked her as if he did not know the answer.

"Well, Joey lets put it this way there are times in our lives when we say, "To hell what people say, and just follow your feelings. Well Joey I just followed my feelings and am sure glad I did."

"So this means that we are now like this." Joey asked her and placing his two forefingers together.

"Oh yes baby, but we must be discrete with this we don't want anybody finding about us Joey." Zilpha explained to her young lover.

Then Zilpha kissed Joey passionately on the lips and this time she stuck her tongue inside his mouth, letting him suck on her soft tongue and in the process he tasted his own cum in her mouth. Their passionate embrace was interrupted when the intercom buzzed. So Zilpha reluctantly let go of Joey and then answered the phone, after talking on the phone for a few seconds, Zilpha cleaned up and then kissed Joey again lightly on the lips and then said

"I have been called to the principal's office, we'll continue this tomorrow. Is that all right with you Joey?" Zilpha told Joey as Joey zipped up his trousers.

"Ok Ma'm, where will we meet tomorrow?" Joey asked with excitement written all over his face.

"Just call me tonight, I must have thought of something by then." Zilpha told him as she handed him a piece of paper with her home number written on it.

Then Zilpha got some papers from her desk and then went to the door, but before she could open the door Joey grabbed her by the waist and then pulled her to him and then kissed on the lips and letting her suck on his hard tongue. But after a few seconds of passionate kissing Joey released her from hid grip and then patted her on her behind a signal to her to get going.

When Zilpha walked down the hall to the principal's office there was a bounce to her steps and an aura around her that could only be manifested by a sexually satisfied woman. And she could not wait for tomorrow to come, she was dying to get Joey's handsome cock in to her mature pussy.



Blackmailed Ch. 02



A Literotica reader who sent me feed back on my story 'Camping with Anna' presented me with this challenge.

"I want to see you write a story which is completely fictional. It's more difficult than writing something based on events that actually happened, but you have complete free rein, and can explore your hidden depths and fantasies."

Well I'm always up for a challenge so here goes. This is a fantasy from my hidden depths. I hope you enjoy it.

The story takes up where 'Blackmailed' left off, with Stephanie's mother, Claire, getting involved. If you haven't already done so you may want to read 'Blackmailed' first, but it is not essential.

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

Ingenue

xx

The doorbell rang as I stepped out of the shower. I was naked and dripping wet. Grabbing a towel, I quickly dried myself and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt.

It was Monday morning and as I walked to the door I noticed by the clock on the microwave that it was nearly eleven. It was my day off so I'd slept late and I wasn't expecting anyone. 

The bell rang again, impatiently this time.

Curious, I opened the door and saw Claire, my neighbour who lives across the street.

"Oh shit!" was my immediate reaction on seeing her standing there. Almost instantly this was replaced by a more rational response, sheer panic.

Somehow she must have found out what had happened the previous day. There was no other reason for her to be standing at my front door that morning, or at least there was no other reason that I could think of.

She had never been to my house before and we were hardly close friends. As neighbours we see each other in the street, occasionally stoping to chat, and we wave to each other in passing, but that's about it.

But it didn't make any sense. Something was wrong. If she knew what had happened surely she would be as mad as hell, but instead she looked calm, relaxed and exceedingly beautiful.

Her smile was warm and infectious and her blue eyes sparkled. Her lemon yellow bikini bottoms and contrasting pale blue crop top complemented perfectly her shoulder length blond hair and light golden tan. 

"Good Morning Catherine. How are you today?" she said, extending a hand.

I smiled and my hand went out automatically to meet hers. Her grip was warm and firm and I found it pleasantly comforting and reassuring.

Without letting go of my hand she turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder towards the sky - as if to make sure she wasn't mistaken - and added, "It's a great day isn't it?"

My mind was spinning. The answers to her questions were simple and obvious. I was feeling great and yes, it was a beautiful day, but somehow I found it impossible to say the words. They just wouldn't come.

All I could think about was what I had done, or perhaps more correctly what I had allowed her nineteen year old daughter, Stephanie to do to me the day before. 

Images of the previous afternoon when Stephanie and two of her friends, Nikki and Alice, blackmailed me played like a video in my mind.

There was the revealing photos, the embarrassing video, the swimming pool, my discarded bikini, a bottle of suntan lotion, me naked on the sun lounge by the pool masturbating in front of the three girls, my short, arousing naked walk across the street, followed by that wonderful orgasm.

My mouth was dry and I could feel colour rising in my cheeks. Surely she could see my obvious embarrassment and awkwardness.

I stood there holding Claire's hand telling myself to settle, calm down and deal with it.  After all, even if she knew, what could she really do?

It seemed like an eternity, but somehow I eventually managed what I hoped was a relaxed, confident smile that suggested I didn't have a care in the world, and replied hopefully.

"Hi Claire, I'm fine thanks. Yes it is a great morning."

Her expression didn't change but I noticed her eyes drop to my breasts. I glanced down and saw that the water dripping from my hair had soaked my t-shirt and that my nipples were clearly evident through the now semi transparent material.

"Oh s-s-sorry," I stammered, "I'd just got out of the shower when the doorbell rang and I didn't have time...." My voice trailed off, unsure what else to say.

Claire smiled and laughed.

"That's okay Catherine. Look I won't keep you long. Stephanie mentioned that you dropped over yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't home and I was wondering if you'd like to come over later today. Robert is away on business and Stephanie has gone out with friends.  Come for lunch and, if you like, we can have a swim."

It seemed I was safe, at least for the time being, and perhaps all Stephanie had told her mother was that I called over to see her, which, although not actually a lie, was, thankfully, the whole truth.

It was a beautiful summer day and as I didn't have anything else planned for the afternoon I decided to accept her invitation. I really wanted to get to know her better, and I was more than just a little curious to see if she had any suspicions about my visit to her house the day before. I confess that I was also hoping that it might be an opportunity to see Stephanie again.

I didn't need to manufacture the smile this time. I was beginning to feel very comfortable with her and was enjoying the contact between us - she was still holding my hand. 

"Thanks Claire, that would be great," I said. "What time would you like me to come over?"

She smiled again as if pleased by my acceptance and consulted her watch.

"How about in an hour? We can have a swim and I'll make a salad."

"That's perfect. I'll just get a bit organised here and be over around midday."

I was a little disappointed when she released my hand and turned to walk away. I stood in the doorway, watching her, admiring her slim figure, long legs and cute, round ass, that was barely contained by her tiny bikini bottoms.

I guessed she was in her late thirties or early forties. She was tall and slim with shoulder length blonde hair and from what I saw under her crop top, quite large, firm breasts.

When she reached her front door she turned, smiled and waved. She knew I'd been watching her and I felt a flush of embarrassment at being caught out.

I waved back, stepped inside and hurriedly closed the door. For the first time I realised that it wasn't embarrassment that was causing me to be a bit hot and flustered, it was excitement - excitement at the prospect of spending the afternoon with my gorgeous, sexy neighbour.

I went to my bedroom, slipped off my shorts and wet t-shirt and looked at myself in the mirror.  

"Not too bad," I thought.

I am tall with a slim, boyish figure. My mum thinks I am a bit skinny and is always nagging me to put on some weight - but aren't all mums like that?

I have long dark hair, brown eyes, a warm smile and a great butt. My skin has a light golden hue from many lazy days spent at the beach sunbathing.

As I observed myself in the mirror, my thoughts turned to Claire. I didn't know her very well, even though she moved into the house across the road about a year ago.

From our brief chats when we occasionally saw each other in the street I knew she was some sort of scientist and worked for a pharmaceutical company, but didn't know exactly what she did.

Her husband, Richard, was the CEO of a large multinational company based in Adelaide. He appeared to be a bit older than she is, and at a guess I would say was in his mid-fifties. He was tall and, for his age, appeared to be in good shape. A lot of women would probably consider him to be handsome and quite sexy.

One thing was obvious, and that is that they were rich. Their house was the best in the street, maybe even the best in the neighbourhood. It was a huge, modern two-story, on a large block and as I had found out the day before was beautifully furnished with all the latest and most expensive furniture and appliances. They had a fantastic pool and the garden was landscaped like the ones you see from time to time in the glossy magazines.

Clare's car was my dream car, a black Porsche 911, which she drove fast and with confidence.

Their daughter Stephanie was nineteen. Those for you who have read 'Blackmailed' will know exactly what I mean when I say that I had got to know her quite a bit better only the day before. 

The memories what happened at their house the previous afternoon brought a warm rush to my loins, threatening to distract me and make me late getting to Claire's, so I reluctantly pushed my thoughts aside and set about getting ready to go out.

I checked the clock; it was already ten minutes to twelve. I quickly tidied my room and got out a selection of bikinis, laying them out on the bed. After some deliberation I chose my favourite black one, put it on, got a towel, some sunscreen and a hat, and put my keys in my purse.

I checked that the cat had water, that everything was switched off and set the alarm. Satisfied, I stepped out, closed the door, walked a cross the road to Claire's and rang the bell.

As I waited on her porch I was aware of a growing sense of excitement but was having second thoughts about the tiny bikini I had chosen to wear. My breasts are very small but the top barely contained them and I needed to constantly adjust it to keep my nipples covered. The bottom part was simply small g-string. I hadn't bothered to wear anything else over the top of my bathers and suddenly I felt very exposed.

I wondered what Claire would think of me arriving at her house wearing such a skimpy, revealing outfit and briefly considered dashing home to get a top or a wrap when there was a noise at the door. It was too late. The door opened and Claire greeted me with a warm smile, and stepped aside to let me in.

She looked sensational. Her blonde hair was wet and tied back in a ponytail. She had changed her bikini. The yellow one was gone and in its place was a tiny white string bikini, almost as small and revealing as my own. The tiny top barely contained her large, round breasts and the bottoms were so small I could see that, like me, she shaved.

Apart from her wet hair, it was obvious that she had been in the pool because her bathers were wet and her nipples and the outline of her pussy lips were clearly visible through the thin material.

She had a flat stomach, broad shoulders, strong arms and long muscular legs. When she moved it was a combination of the elegance and the grace of a ballet dancer and the power and purpose of a trained athlete.

She closed the door and stepped forward giving me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek that sent small shivers down my spine.

"Wow, Catherine you look fabulous. I just love your bathers. They're just perfect for you. Anyway welcome and come on in. I've made a salad and we'll eat out by the pool if that's okay with you."

Without waiting for my answer she turned, and with a sense of déjà vu I followed her out the back to the patio by the pool.

When we reached the patio, Claire took my hand and guided me to a lounge by the pool - coincidentally the very same lounge that I had occupied the just afternoon before - and poured me a glass of wine.

I picked up my glass and proposed a toast to "new friends". We clinked glasses and I took a sip. The wine was fantastic. I picked up the bottle and was impressed. It was a 2005 Chardonnay from Margaret River in Western Australia - a vintage that I knew was around sixty dollars a bottle - a lot different to the wines I could afford to drink of a warm summer afternoon, or at any other time in fact.

After the first glass I started to relax. The sun was making me feel sexy. Clare was charming, witty, intelligent and great company. I was having a wonderful time.

We swam, chatted, drank some more wine and ate the salad Claire had prepared, and after a short break, went for another swim.

The water was cool and refreshing, and the pool, like everything else at Claire's house, was awesome. It was large and deep with a small diving board at one end. On one side there was a section that extended out beyond the main body of the pool, forming an area that was long and straight for swimming laps.

I went to the end and pushed off. I struck out and swam eight or ten laps of freestyle as hard as I could, enjoying the exertion and the sensation of the water surging around my body.

As I reached the end I saw Clare sitting on the edge of the pool dangling her feet in the water, watching me with an amused smile.

I smiled and went to the steps, adjusting my bikini top that had slipped exposing almost my entire breast, as I climbed out.

Dripping water across the paved pool surround, I went over to get my towel. As I did, Claire stood up and walked up behind me. 

"That top looks most uncomfortable, Honey," she said. "Here, let me help you."

With a quick tug she undid the strings, allowing my top to fall free and exposing my breasts. She put her arms around me, cupping my mounds in her hands, squeezing them gently, then she leaned forward and softly kissed the back of my neck.

I felt her warm sweet breath on my ear as she whispered.

"Oh sweet Catherine, you look so sexy and delicious. I could just eat you."

The suggestion certainly appealed and I shivered with delight as she took my hand and guided me back to sit on the lounge, perching herself on the end by my feet.

The sexual tension between us was electric. I was aroused and was very aware of a pleasant tingling sensation in my loins.

I was unsure how to respond and I needed a distraction so I asked Claire to tell me more about her work.

She settled comfortably at my feet and after a slight pause started to tell me about her job.

"Well Catherine, a lot of it is quite routine. I spend most of my time running tests and doing clinical trials on drugs to ensure they meet the required standards. It's all a bit boring. The really interesting and challenging part is the work I do developing and testing new drugs."

While we were talking she had taken my foot in her hands and was giving me a wonderful massage that was making it almost impossible to concentrate on what she was saying.

I had finished my wine so Claire stood and went over to get another bottle of Chardonnay from a small fridge under the bar. She came back, poured us both another glass and then went back to the fridge to get a jug of iced water.

"I thought you might like some water too." She smiled as she placed the jug and a glass within easy reach on a small table beside the lounge.

I certainly did. It was a hot day. The swimming and the wine had given me quite a thirst. I picked up the jug and a glass and poured some water.

I took a sip allowing the cold refreshing liquid to run down my throat. It was delicious. Raising the glass I drained half the contents.

Claire sat down and resumed her massage, working her thumbs into the sole of my foot sending waves of pleasure through my body. After she had done each foot she moved to my calves working her way up with firm, deep strokes then allowing her fingers to slide softly back down to my ankle. It was wonderful.

I was vaguely aware that she was still talking about her work and telling me that for the past few months she had been working to improve a drug to enhance sexual performance.

"As you know there are several on the market, but the company I work for wanted produce one that is more potent, faster acting and has less side effects."

My ears pricked up as she went on.

"We made some progress but hit a bit of a hurdle in our clinical trials when we found that while the drug we developed stimulates and enhances sexual responses, it also inhibited the person's ability to reach orgasm and ejaculate. In fact, no matter what we did, our subjects just couldn't achieve climax. Can you imagine that?"

Her tone was matter of fact - almost business like - but my imagination was working overtime. The thought of a drug that got you horny but denied any relief sounded fantastic. The very idea combined with Claire's foot massage was having its effect, and my pussy was starting to weep.

She went on, apparently oblivious to my predicament.

"It's a real problem, and unfortunately the company scrapped the program. I was really disappointed because I'd put so much work into it and I knew there had to be a solution. In fact I kept working on it privately in my own time and I think I have found the answer."

She went on to tell me that she had improved the formula of the sexual stimulant and while it still prevented the person achieving climax she had also developed another drug that countered the blocking effect allowing the person orgasm. In theory, a person would take the first drug to stimulate sexual responses and then at the appropriate time take the new drug to allow them to come.

She told me that she had called the new drug 'Oblivion' and went on.

"The problem Catherine, is that at this stage a lot of it is only theory. Because I am doing it privately I don't have access to any patients to run trials and although I know it works, I don't really know how effective it is. In fact, that's one of the reasons I've invited you over."

I was puzzled by her words. The sun, the wine and Clare were all conspiring to make me a bit light headed. I was feeling a little dizzy and was aware of a warm flush spreading through my body.

I tried to speak and my words were a little slurred. Surely I hadn't drunk that much.

"What are you talking about Claire?" I asked a little confused.

"Well Catherine," she said with a grin. "After what Stephanie told me, I thought you would be the ideal person to try out the new version of the drug. That water you just drank was laced with the stimulant. I suspect you will be feeling the effects very soon If you aren't already."

Her voice sounded a little distant and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What's that Claire, is this some kind of a joke?"

"Not at all Catherine. From what Stephanie told me about the things the two of you got up to yesterday, I think it is the least you can do for me."

So she did know. I tried to protest. "No Claire, please, that's not fair."

"Yes Catherine," she said with a grin. "Stephanie told me all about it and she showed me a video of you stretched out on this very lounge masturbating. Maybe you would like to see it sometime. It was quite a performance. Now its my turn to have a little fun with you - all in the name of scientific research, of course."

While she was talking Claire had been massaging my leg and had slowly worked her way up from my calf to my thigh. I felt her fingers on the inside of my thigh gradually getting closer and to my sex. Each stroke was closer than the one before until I felt her fingers lightly brush the wet triangle of fabric that was barely covering my aching pussy.

Automatically I parted my legs and raised my hips slightly.

She sat back and smiled.

"I guess the drug is having an effect now Catherine. You are going to love this."

Claire was right. The warm flush I was feeling was emanating from my loins. It was a sensation that I knew very well and I did love it.

Just as she predicted, I could feel my whole body getting warmer. My heart was racing, I was aware of the increasing sensation in my genitals and I could feel my nipples getting hard.

I felt the moisture between my legs and looked down to see the wet patch on my bikini bottoms, slowly spreading and getting bigger as I watched.

My arousal was growing and I was fighting the urge to put my hand between my legs and masturbate right in front of her.

Claire interrupted.

"How do you feel Catherine?"

I looked up, straight into Claire's eyes. She knew exactly how I was feeling. 




Blackmailed Ch. 02



"Getting a little horny are we, darling?" she asked with a laugh.

"I know you want to play with yourself. Soon you won't be able to resist, but you'll find that no matter what you do you won't be able to come unless I let you have this."

She held up a small bottle of pale blue liquid. I knew it was the release drug she had mentioned. The drug that would let me come - the Oblivion.

She carefully put the bottle on the table, just out of reach, but tantalisingly close.

"If you are very, very nice to me I may let you have it in an hour or so. You might be able to last that long, but I doubt it."

I was afraid she would be right. The sensation continued to build. It was unlike anything I had experienced before. My labia were swollen and fully engorged with blood, my clit was throbbing and deep inside my cunt was a burning hunger begging to be filled.

"What have you done to me Claire?" I pleaded.

I was squeezing my legs together, trying to relieve the overwhelming desire. I consciously checked my hand, knowing that it was trying to find its way between my legs to my cunt.

The thought of enduring this torture for another hour was too much.

"Go on Catherine. I know you want to do it. Go on. Give in. It's no use trying to hold out," she said with a laugh.

She was right. My need was overwhelming. It seemed that my whole body was alive with the sensations that started in my throbbing cunt. My nipples were aching to be sucked and my head was spinning.

Without me consciously realising it my hand had found its way down the front of my bikini and I was rubbing my clit as I tried desperately to bring relief from the burning need.

I needed an orgasm. I knew it was the only thing that could quell the fire burning inside me but no matter how hard or fast I frigged myself I couldn't get over the hump. It was if something was blocking it, letting me get right to the edge but no further.

I eyed the small bottle of Oblivion sitting on the table.

Claire smiled and took my hand.

"Poor, dear Catherine," she laughed. "You look so horny. I'd love to help you out but you need to be left alone to enjoy this for a little while."

She pressed a piece of paper into my hand.

"Go on home now. This is my mobile number. When you get so you can't take it any more, just give me a call and I'll bring over the Oblivion."

I was angry, confused and embarrassed, but most of all I was horny - so incredibly horny. I rushed out of the house, across the road, fumbled trying to get my key in the front door, and dropped it on the ground.

My pussy was weeping. I could feel my juices running down my leg making the insides of my thighs sticky. My cunt was on fire, demanding my full attention.

As I fumbled around trying to pick up my keys I realised I was still topless and the realisation added to my arousal.

Eventually I picked up my key, managed somehow to fit it in the lock and opened the door.

I went inside, closed the door behind me and tore off my bikini bottoms.

I collapsed against the wall with my hand between my legs. I was drenched; my juices were literally pouring out of my aching cunt. I slumped to the floor and spread my legs. I could see my labia. The lips were red, inflamed and wet. My clit was erect and standing like a small penis, pink, hard and throbbing.

My fingers went straight to my clit. I frigged it furiously, desperately trying to bring myself to orgasm but no matter how hard I tried, there seemed to be no way I could push over the enormous precipice into the depths of the massive orgasm I so desperately needed.

I fucked myself like never before.

Wild, erotic visions filled my head. I imagined myself masturbating in a room full of elegant, well-dressed women who were all urging me on. I was a whore performing for their pleasure - for my pleasure.

I wanted them to see me, legs spread, my shaved, wet cunt open and exposed. I was willing them to touch me, to enter me, probe my depths with their fingers.

In my fantasy Stephanie was there kneeling next to me, her hand under her skirt, masturbating.

Nikki and Alice appeared. They were naked, their young bodies glistening with sweat and flushed with excitement. Nikki had had a massive black dildo in her hand. She moved between my legs and while Alice held my pussy lips open, she buried the big black cock deep inside me.

I saw another figure. It was Claire. She straddled me, knelt and squatted above my face, lowering her sweet, bald pussy to my waiting mouth allowing - no she was forcing - me to lick her juices.

Claire leaned over and kissed Stephanie on the lips - a long wet passionate kiss.

Stephanie responded returning her mother's kiss and reached over to cup her breast, taking a nipple between a finger and thumb and pulled gently.

Claire broke their kiss, gasping with delight as her daughter teased her nipple to a hard point then, looking down at me smiled and turned back to Stephanie.

"She's ours, darling. She is our slut now."

She was talking about me. I was their slut and that is just what I wanted.

My fantasy was so vivid I could have sworn it was real and actually happening, and it was working - I was going to come. Clare was wrong. I didn't need her damn drugs. I didn't need her Oblivion to achieve oblivion of my own. I could do it. The visions in my head pushed me closer. I was nearly there. Fuck yes. I was going to come.

But as I was ready to surrender to the blissful release, it was gone. My fantasy lovers disappeared and I teetered, still on the edge.

It was no good. No matter what I did I just couldn't come. Fuck, what had Claire done to me?

I got up and staggered to my room and opened my drawer. I grabbed my favourite vibrator. 

"Maybe having something inside me would do it," I thought.

I collapsed onto my bed and spread my legs. I was past caring about elegance and subtlety. I needed to be fucked. I needed to come. Fuck, I needed it so badly.

I brought the tip of the vibrator to my waiting cunt. As the tip touched my pussy lips my hips thrust forward as if I was trying to devour it. I had to have it inside me.

A little pressure and the vibrator slipped in effortlessly. I felt it slide up inside me, filling me completely, giving that wonderful feeling of having my cunt stuffed full.

I pulled it out until just the tip was nestled between the folds of my swollen lips, then rammed it in all the way, then out again and back in - over and over. I was fucking my cunt furiously and my other hand joined in, rubbing my clit, both combining forces to bring me the climax I needed so desperately.

I could feel it building up deep inside me again. Oh shit, yes, this would do it. I could feel my orgasm starting. My cunt was on fire, my clit was throbbing and my nipples ached as I approached release.

I was nearly there. So very close. Just a little bit more would do it. Just a little bit. Oh fuck, yes, almost. Fucking yes. I could feel it. I was right on the edge.

But on the edge I stayed. I knew I needed Claire's Oblivion. I was beaten.

Tears of frustration welled in my eyes.

"Fuck you Claire! Fuck you! You bitch!" I screamed at the empty room. I was exhausted, bathed in sweat, soaked in the juices from my aching pussy.

Defeated I pick up the phone and dialled the number Claire had given me. The phone rang. Once - I was willing her to pick up. A second ring, a click and Claire's voice. 

"Hi Catherine, how's it going?" Her voice was pleasant, almost chatty.

I could only moan in response. I was way beyond intelligible conversation.

"Oh, I know exactly how you feel. Horny, frustrated and desperately in need of an orgasm." It wasn't a question.

I replied with a muffled "yes", my ragged breathing making it almost impossible to get out more than a single word.

"I understand honey," was Claire's reply. "You need Oblivion and you need it now."

"Please Claire, I can't take any more," I begged. "Please help me!"

"But Catherine, you've done so well. I'm amazed it's been two hours. I didn't give you a chance of lasting half that long. I'm so proud of you."

I didn't need her praise. I needed to come, so I begged her again.

"Please Claire! Oblivion, please! I need it! Please!"

She uttered the words I needed to hear. "Hang on Honey, I'll be right over."

I pressed the button to end the call and dropped the phone.

My cunt was still demanding my whole attention and my fingers were still trying to sate the desire deep inside, but it was no use.

The doorbell rang. Without thinking, I ran to the door and opened it. I was naked and there was Claire smiling, holding a small bottle in her hand.

"Oh, Catherine you poor thing! Look at you! You look exhausted. Is this what you need?" She held up the small bottle of Oblivion, showing me my salvation.

I looked at the bottle longingly, like an addict looking at their next fix. Maybe that's what I was - a junkie - addicted to sex, needing an orgasm, desperate to feel the rush just as surely as an addict needs to feel the rush as the needle goes in and the warmth spreads through their veins, throughout their whole body, bringing their own personal oblivion. The thought scared me but only for a fleeting instant - like a junkie my need was overwhelming.

"Please Claire," I begged.

"Not quite so fast Catherine. Before I give it to you must agree to two simple requests."

I was standing at my front door, naked, begging. I felt humiliated. I knew I would do anything Claire asked and she knew it too. She was in charge and I would do anything she wanted.

"Yes Claire. Please. Anything." I just wanted the bottle.

I was reaching out, trying to take it from her but she backed away, holding it just out of my reach. I followed her as if drawn by an invisible force out onto the front porch. Neighbours would be able to see me now and I was in full view of anyone driving past. I didn't care. I was too late for that.

"Well it's quite simple really. First I am going to take you shopping next Saturday to buy some new clothes and then you are going to come to dinner with Richard and a few of our friends that evening."

How could I refuse? At this stage I would have done anything she asked, but a simple shopping trip and dinner were easy. I nodded. 

"Sure, Claire. Now can I have it please."

With a smile Claire handed me the bottle.

"I won't stay, Catherine. I'd like to watch but you will probably want some privacy for this."

She turned and walked away, looking back as she called her final words. 

"Don't forget shopping and dinner next week. Call me and let me know how you get on with the Oblivion."

I pushed the door closed, undid the screw cap on the bottle, and with shaking hands raised it to my lips, draining the contents in one gulp.

I dropped the empty bottle on the floor and headed to my bedroom, intent on bringing this exquisite torture to an end.

I had only taken three of four steps when I felt it. My hand went to my cunt, and as my fingers touched my clitoris I collapsed back against the wall as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

My orgasm was shattering. It literally hit me like a solid force, more powerful than anything I had ever experienced and far more intense than anything I could possibly have ever imagined.

I sank to the floor with my hand jammed between my legs. I had two fingers thrust deep in my cunt, the walls of my vagina squeezing them like a vice, the pain adding to my pleasure. My juices flowed, running down my legs forming a puddle on the floor where I was sitting.

The orgasm continued unabated, it seemed, for several minutes. My heart was pounding; my head was spinning and I struggled for breath, afraid that I was going to die from sheer ecstasy.

The last thing I remember was an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction and relief. Then I must have passed out.

The next thing I knew I was woken up by the sound of a car door closing.

I dragged myself to my feet and went to the window. It was my housemate, Sara, coming home from university.

As she put her key in the lock I ran to my room, closed the door and collapsed on my bed. I was sore, exhausted and completely satisfied.

"Hi Catherine, I'm home!" Sara was bright and as cheerful as ever.



Blackmailed Ch. 02



 Main Cast
John, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's husband.
Cheryl, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John's wife.
Meryl, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's identical twin.
Monica, 33 years old, 5'8", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, works with John.
Ed, 40 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' boss.
Ted, 9 years old and Natalie, 7 years old, John and Cheryl's kids.

From the last chapter

In the middle of the day, I found myself reminiscing about how we came to be a couple. We met just after she graduated from college and found her first job. The job happened to be in the same building as where I was working and some folks from where she worked and from where I worked ended up at the bar across the street at a happy hour together. Some of the group from the different companies knew each other and introductions were made. As soon as I met Cheryl, I knew that I liked her. She was open, honest, and cute. She was not a tall, thin, model. She was petite, pretty, and unassuming about her beauty. She seemed to take everything in stride. By the end of that first happy hour I had asked her out. I started reminiscing about our first night of sex.



***** 11 years earlier *****

I checked myself in my rear view mirror and smiled. Well, this is it. Third date, her cooking dinner for us. Interesting. On our first date I took her to a baseball game and we enjoyed ourselves and ate all the ballpark food. I took her home and she asked me just to drop her off. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said good-night. The second date I had taken her to dinner at a nice restaurant. She really enjoyed the seafood and we had a nice evening. When I took her home that night she invited me in for a drink. I thought I might get lucky. We had a couple of beers, we talked more about each other as we learned about the other person, and then we did have some pretty hot kisses. But she made it clear that we were not going to have sex. I was okay with that. I had come out of a hot and heavy relationship recently that really was all physical and the sex was great, but we were strangers otherwise. I decided I could live with moving slow, but not too slow. I was still a hormone driven young man who was horny as hell and couldn't wait to find out what this woman was like in bed. I really wanted to see that tight little body naked. 

I got out of the car, walked up to her apartment door, knocked, and she answered almost immediately. She was dressed comfortably in jeans, t-shirt and an apron. She let me in and gave me a quick peck hello. 

"Come on in to the kitchen." She turned and led me there while I scoped out her tight little ass in very, very tight jeans. "I bought some Guinness. Want one?"

She knew I liked Guinness and dark beer. I was surprised she had sprung for it since we were both living on pretty tight budgets. "Sure. Thanks."

She handed me one from the fridge with a glass and I poured my beer. She picked up a glass of wine that she was drinking and turned to the stove. "We're having broiled chicken, rice, and broccoli. Sound good?"

I smiled. "Sounds great... and smells wonderful."

She smiled and pointed to the kitchen table. "Have a seat."

I sat down and watched her as she prepared our dinner. She was good. Her little apartment was small, but clean, neat, and tastefully decorated. At least it looked that way to my untrained eye. While she was cooking, I got up and wandered into the living room. I always liked to check out the books that women had displayed on their bookshelves. Heaven forbid it would be romance novels. Most of the books on the top shelf of the bookcase she had were paperbacks. It was obvious that they were well read. They showed the kind of wear and tear that came from multiple readings. There were several from a fantasy series, there were some science fiction, and there were many English literature course style books. She had poetry books by T. S. Eliot, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, and Dylan Thomas. She had plays by Henrik Ibsen, Samuel Beckett, and Tennessee Williams. She was definitely an undergraduate English Literature major. The lower shelves were mostly picture books and her CDs and DVDs.

I went back into the kitchen and I could see that she was wondering about my perusal of her books, which she probably saw.

"Checking out my books?" She smiled. I think she was going to tease me about them.

"Of course. You can learn a lot about an individual by their book collection."

She studied me for a second. "Yes, you can. I look at what people read, too. What would I find on your shelves?"

I smiled at her. "You would find my collection of "Great Books" that was put out by The Franklin Mint. They selected 50 great works and put out a collection. I bought them used from a friend. You would also find a lot of Isaac Asimov. I love his science fiction. You would also find a couple of the same things you have. I have a collection of Tennessee Williams plays, a collection of Henrik Ibsen, and I think the exact same Dylan Thomas book."

She stared at me. "Are you kidding me?"

"What? No. Why would I do that?"

"Because I haven't dated a single guy since I moved her who liked literature. Hell, some of them didn't even read!"

I shrugged. "Well, you can't say that anymore." I grinned at the end. She laughed.

When dinner was ready, we talked more about ourselves and laughed. I loved her laugh and she seemed so relaxed about everything. When we finished we moved into the small living area and sat on the couch. She sat down next to me and leaned against me as we listened to some soft music. She turned her head up and whispered. "I really like you, John."

I bent over and kissed her on the lips lightly. We lingered with just lips touching and then I pulled back. "I really like you, too, Cheryl."

She put her head back down on my shoulder. Without looking up I could feel her squirm a little and mold her body up against mine. Then she whispered so that I could barely hear it. "Want to have sex?"

I was a little stunned at first, but of course, my 'other' head was overjoyed. I lifted her head by the chin and kissed her lightly again. "Yes, I would really like that."

She smiled, blushed, and looked away. "Let's go into the bedroom."

She stood up and led me into the bedroom. She turned and kissed me, only this was no light peck. She opened her mouth and kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue against mine. We kissed for about 45 seconds and then she pulled away. "You're a good kisser." 

I grinned. "You're wonderful!"

She giggled. "Thanks." She started taking off her clothes and I was watching, not moving. She had her t-shirt off and her jeans halfway down as she wiggled that cute little ass to get them over her hips. She looked up. "This isn't a show... get to work!"

I chuckled and got undressed quickly and by then she was also naked. I took in the sight in front of me. She was a beautiful, petite, probably B-cup, woman. Her waist was small and her hips were flared perfectly for her size and shape. Her butt was a nice one, with a bit of a bubble shape. Her pussy was trimmed closely, but not shaved except for the bikini line. 

When I looked up at her face she grinned and jumped into the bed, crawling under the sheet and blanket. I crawled under it next to her and we tongue-fenced again. I started running my hands down to her pert breasts and felt the hardening nipples. She ran her hand directly down my chest and stomach and latched on to my erection. She was lightly moaning her approval with what we were doing and she pulled back from the kiss. I took that as an opportune moment to move my mouth to those delicious nipples. I sucked on one and then the other while she kept playing with my dick and balls. She was pretty worked up already and her nipples seemed very sensitive. They responded to my ministrations and she moaned and squirmed under me. Suddenly she pulled away from me, turned, and reached over to her nightstand to retrieve a condom. She threw back the sheets, opened the package, and rolled it on quickly. She flopped back onto her back and pulled me toward her. I knew she wanted to fuck right away. I climbed between her legs and she guided me toward her personal heaven. She was soaking and once she lined me up, I was able to bury myself in her in three thrusts. My dick picked up her wetness and slid in and out easily. She moaned and I started thrusting. It didn't last long for either of us. Within three or four minutes she was thrashing out her orgasm under me and it set me off. I came while thrusting deep into her, filling the condom.

After a few seconds of us both relaxing, I felt I might be crushing her so I tried to roll off. She held me tight. "Not yet. Please stay right there."

I stayed there and stared into her eyes. I felt right then and there that I was falling for this woman. I had been on three dates and spent about another 20 hours with her at various happy hours and other gatherings, and she was stealing my heart.

When I finally rolled off she pulled the covers back, removed the condom, disposed of it, and then snuggled with me. She talked quietly as we lay there. "I hope that wasn't too forward, but I've wanted to do that since our second date."

I smiled and turned on my side to face her. "I've wanted to do it since we were introduced that first time and you shook my hand."

She laughed. "Men! Always using the wrong head to try to capture a woman's heart!"

I laughed, too. "No, it's just that I felt drawn to you. I didn't make any moves because I didn't want to rush this. I was so comfortable with you that it felt good just to sit with you."

She stopped giggling and stared at me. "Careful. That sounded an awful lot like a logical, thinking human being. You might give 20-something men a bad name."

I looked at her. She was so beautiful, all flushed and pink, her hair a mess, but her eyes blazing and intense. "Sorry, I didn't mean to turn this in to a serious discussion." I brushed her hair back.

She put her head on my chest. "You usually don't have to worry about that with a woman. You won't offend us by having an intelligent discussion." She looked up at me. "Although, sometimes even a woman just wants to be fucked."

I stared down at her. I had never even heard her use such language. "I'll keep that in mind."

She just snuggled against me, those nipples poking my chest. I pulled the sheet up higher and we both fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning, she was still lying there, looking mussed, but oh so beautiful. I watched her sleep for a few minutes and she slowly came awake.

"Are you watching me sleep?" She stretched a little as she asked me this and her right breast popped into view.

"Yes."

"Why?" She finished stretching and turned toward me, propping her head up on her hand.

"I just can't get over how lucky I am to wake up next to a beautiful woman like you."

She grinned. "A beautiful woman LIKE me or ME?"

I grinned back. "Okay, I'll admit it; it's you. I've been thinking about this for a while."

"Thinking about what? About the sex?"

"No, just how nice it would be waking up next to you after having had sex. I just wanted to know what that was like."

She stared at me and then laughed. "Okay, we've only known each other a short while. Don't go getting all girly on me!" She punched me lightly in the chest.

I laughed, too. "Okay, I'll leave all the bitching and moaning to you."

She then jumped on me and started trying to tickle me. Unfortunately, I'm not very ticklish at all. However, seeing this naked, young beauty jump on me with her tits flouncing, and having her sitting on my crotch, led to an immediate erection. 

She stopped and looked down. She smiled and started rubbing her pussy over my dick. "Mmmm. I think I like waking up with you, too."

She leaned over and kissed me then pulled back. "I don't mind morning breath if you don't."

I smiled and said mockingly. "Shut up and fuck me!"

She laughed. "Don't mind if I do."

She leaned over and kissed me again and started really grinding her crotch against me. I pushed her away and she looked at me questioningly. "What?"

I pushed her onto her back and kissed her lightly. "There's one thing that I have to do right now."

"Okay." She watched as I lay on top of her so that my head was on her chest. I slowly nibbled and fed on her glorious firm breasts. She moaned and threw her head back, letting me have my way with them. I feasted on them for a short time, loving the feeling of her squirming underneath me, before I started my trek down her body. She looked up and watched me as I kissed my way down to her stomach, then around and in her belly button and then lowered myself between her legs. She gasped at the first touch of my tongue along her slit. I kissed it and then kissed all around it, causing her to moan her displeasure and my teasing. I looked up at her and smiled. She groaned. "C'mon already!"

She grabbed my head and held on to my hair. I lowered my mouth over her pussy and slipped my tongue between her lips. She was already getting wet. I smiled and took a deep breath, her aroma surrounding me. I parted her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue up to her clit. She moaned and held my head tighter, letting me know that she wanted me to get to work on it. I obliged her. I licked and lightly kissed it as I slipped a couple of fingers into her cunt. She was soaking now and they easily slipped in. I searched for that magic spot inside while I kissed the magic button outside. I slowly licked and sucked on it as she continued to writhe beneath me. Suddenly she stopped and  pulled my head up.

"This is one of those times. Fuck me!"

I crawled up and worked my dick in. It picked up the moisture and soon I was thrusting deep into her. She was moaning and came to a quick orgasm as I made sure I made good contact with her clit. She went rigid for a second and then jerked a couple of times. I slowed my thrusts and let her finish it off. She fell back on the bed and I started up again slowly, letting her come alive again after her quick orgasm. She started picking up the rhythm again and looked up at me with a smile. "Fuck yes, just like that. You are hitting all the right spots!"

I leaned over and kissed her. "Excellent!" I kept up thrusting and suddenly realized I didn't have a condom on and had gotten caught up in the moment. I slowed. "Wait! I don't have a condom on!"

She looked up at me for a second as we came to a complete stop. She thought about it. "Fuck!" She pushed me off and grabbed a condom from the drawer. She rolled it on me and then climbed on top. She impaled herself on me. "Oh, yes. This is a better position."

She started rocking and grinding herself on me and I played with those delectable little breasts. I knew I was going to blow soon. "I'm gonna cum!"

She looked down at me and started bouncing on me. "Cum for me, baby, cum for me."

I did. I stared into her eyes and she stared into mine as I suddenly exploded into the condom. I held on tightly to her hips and thrust up into it several times, unleashing a spurt into the condom with each thrust. When I finished and dropped back on the bed, she leaned over and stared directly into my eyes from about a foot away. "I love watching you cum. You really got into that one."

"Thanks. I'm willing to let you watch me cum a lot as long as you return the favor."

She smiled. "That's the only way it works, sweetie." She leaned over and kissed me and got up to get cleaned up. I watched her head for the bathroom. Fuck! This woman was amazing and I wanted her all the time.

It didn't take long for us to be fucking like rabbits every chance we got. We weren't very adventurous, but it was enough for us. We had oral and vaginal sex and we were both falling in love. She told me about her family, but I had not met them yet. I knew she had a twin sister, but I was in for a surprise about 4 months into our love affair. I was in the local mall, looking at rings. Yes, we had talked about moving in together, but we both had some reservations. I, however, was so in love with this woman that I was going to make sure she was mine forever. 

I was walking along between stores when I saw Cheryl window shopping at Talbot's. I knew she liked the clothes there, but they were expensive for a young cash-strapped woman. I walked up behind her to surprise her. I suddenly put my arms around her, nuzzled her neck, and whispered to her. "I want to take you home and fuck your brains out."

Cheryl started a little when I grabbed her, her surprise obvious. After my exclamation she extracted herself from my arms looking at me quizzically. "I think that might get both of us into really big trouble." She smiled widely and there was something different about the way she was acting.

"Why is that?" I started to move in to kiss her.

She put her hand in the middle of my chest. "Just hold on a second."

I stared at her. Maybe I did something wrong? Why was she acting so cool towards me? She was also studying me closely, which felt weird. 

Finally she stuck out her hand and spoke. "Hi, John, I'm Meryl."

I stopped, gaping, and stared at her. Fuck! They were definitely identical twins. "Uh... oh... sorry... I mean... what I said...." I was still in shock when she smiled and laughed. It was even the same laugh.

"Don't worry about it. I've heard a lot about you from Cheryl and it's all good. And it usually takes people a few years to be able to tell us apart. Hell, we even dress alike."

I put out my hand. "Uh, it's good to meet you."

"Yes, I know." She looked over my shoulder. "Oh, here comes Cheryl now."

I turned and there she was, walking toward us with that same smile. I looked back and forth between the two. Wow!

"I see you two met. How did that happen?"

Meryl laughed and looked around to see if anyone was around. "I was just standing here looking at clothes in the window when this strange man came up and offered to fuck my brains out." She grinned.

Cheryl turned to me, looking serious. I blushed. I was very uncomfortable, thinking I was in for a serious tongue-lashing. Instead she took my hand, gave me a quick kiss. "I guess I forgot to mention that we are so identical that only our family can tell us apart." I looked back and forth at them as she turned to Meryl. "And you keep your hands off my man." She took my hand in hers and smiled at me. " Men like this are hard to find and this one's mine."

I smiled, happy to hear that she wasn't mad at me and was complementing me to her sister.

Meryl laughed. "Oh, yeah? Maybe I'll take him away from you."

"Fat chance. This one's mine."

Meryl laughed. "John, I think you're going to have trouble getting rid of this one."

I smiled and looked down at my beautiful woman. "I have no intention of ever letting her go."

Cheryl smiled and leaned against me. Meryl looked at me intensely for a moment and I could see her thinking about what I just said. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"Just doing some quick shopping. You know guys; we don't shop unless it's a dire need and then we get exactly what we want and get the hell out of the mall."

"Yes, I do know that. Well, Cheryl and I just finished, you want some company?"

"No, I'll just make my quick pass and head home. I'll see you tonight, right?"

Cheryl leaned up toward me and I knew she wanted a kiss. I gave it to her. "Okay, well, I'll see you tonight." She turned toward Meryl. "I'm at the south end of the mall, where are you?"

"At the north end. See you later." They hugged and then parted ways.

I started walking behind Meryl and kept checking to see if Cheryl was out of sight. I then called out to Meryl. She turned around.




Blackmailed Ch. 02



"Yes?"

"I need to ask you a big favor."

She looked at me, not sure what was coming. "Okay, what is it?"

"I'm here shopping for an engagement ring and wanted your help."

"Oh, my God! You're going to ask her? That's great!" She hugged me and laughed. "I can't tell you how much she talks about you and how much the family wants to meet you. I know she is so in love with you that I can't stand to talk to her on the phone. All she can talk about is you!"

I looked at her, suddenly unsure of my intentions without having met the family. "Should I meet the family before I do this?"

She laughed. "What are you going to do, ask my father for her hand in marriage? This isn't the 19th century. Just get the ring and ask her. You know she'll say yes."

"Okay. I found a couple of good ones over at Zales, we can start there."

We went to Zales and I told her my budget. She was surprised I was planning on spending so much. I told her I was a big saver and had that much already saved. We shopped several other stores with her trying on the rings. They had the same ring size she said. I figured that. I couldn't tell if there was a single difference between them.

We finally settled on one and I purchased it and took a deep breath. "So you think she'll like this one?"

Meryl gave me a brief hug. "I think she'd love a cigar band from you if it came with a proposal. But she will definitely love this ring. It's a very good deal."

"Thanks. I appreciate your help. I know you probably have other things to do."

"Nothing is more important than my sister. We are very protective of each other and have always backed each other up... no matter what."

***** Present day *****

The phone ringing brought me back to the present as I reviewed that comment about always backing each other up. It was true. They always did. I looked at the number, it was Meryl's number. I decided to let it go to voice mail.

When I thought about that it brought to mind another occasion that led me to believe I could trust Cheryl, except for the damn blackmail. I remembered it clearly. 

***** 5 years ago *****


The party was going pretty well at the neighbor's house. They were fairly new to the neighborhood and had invited everyone over to thank us for help when we all showed up to assist with moving in, setting up, and getting settled. The couple was very good looking.  Jim and Carol both looked like models. He was about 6'1", 190 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, everything always in place, and was smooth beyond description. She was 5'10", auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin, a great smile, a slim, fantastic shape, and was also very friendly. They both had these super-white smiles of very straight teeth. They just looked too perfect all the time. 

About 10pm, the party had been underway since about 3pm and some folks had left. There were probably only about 10 of us left and I noticed that Cheryl was nowhere to be seen. I saw Meryl, who had tagged along, point to the house, probably indicating that she was using the bathroom. I continued to talk to some of the neighbors when suddenly Cheryl came out of the house. She had a scowl on her face and was moving quickly. She came over to me and took my hand. 

"C'mon, John, we're leaving."

"What's up?" I barely got those words out of my mouth when Jim came outside. He looked to be his usual smooth self, except he glanced quickly at Cheryl and looked away. I saw her glare in his direction. I leaned over and whispered to her "Did something happen with Jim?"

She smiled. "Nope. I took care of that."

I looked at her, slightly perplexed, but left with her. 

As soon as we got in the door, Meryl following right behind us, Cheryl told me what happened.

"I went inside and went to the bathroom. As I came out, Jim was standing there, leaning against the wall and smiling. I said hello and was about to go past him to go back outside when he put his hand on my arm and said my name. I thought he wanted to talk about something. I stopped and turned and then he leaned over and tried to kiss me. What an ass! We are both married and he's making a pass! I pushed him away and he smiled at me. He said that he was a very good lover and he and his wife had an open relationship. I told him that I didn't care what their relationship was; I was a faithful woman to my husband. Then he started to get pushy until I hauled off and slapped him. He was stunned and I left in a hurry. I don't think we'll get invited back over there again."

Meryl started laughing. "I bet he doesn't get many slaps like that!"

Cheryl was laughing, too. "Well, he doesn't know the Anderson sisters, does he?"

Meryl laughed and they high-fived. I was still a little stunned. "I can't believe that asshole made a pass at you without even trying to find out if we were like them."

Cheryl patted my arm. "Honey, he's just too pretty and full of himself. He thinks he can fuck anything."

I stared at them. "I'm really pissed now. I should go over there and tell him exactly how I feel about that."

Cheryl put her arm thru mine. "Honey, you don't have to worry. We have two kids and I love you to death. Nothing would ever happen between me and another man. You know that. We have discussed it and I know how you feel about cheating. Besides, I have a pretty good right hand and he's going to feel that for a while!"

I finally smiled and tried to relax. "I'm still going to keep my eye on those two."

Cheryl smiled at me. "You go right ahead. My body is reserved for you and you alone." She reached down and cupped my crotch.

Meryl rolled her eyes. "Guys! Get a room!"

Cheryl never took her eyes off mine as she answered. "Good idea!" She led me upstairs and yelled out to Meryl. "You know the way out. See you later, sis!"

***** Present day *****

That was the last time that I remember anyone making a pass at her that she told me about. I was hoping that I was right. We had an excellent and honest marriage and we generally told each other everything.

I made it thru the rest of the afternoon without too much trouble as some key things at work took my mind off my personal problem just a little. Finally it was time to head over to Meryl's.

I headed towards Meryl's house at about 5:30. She was single, but owned a small home. It was about a 20 minute drive. On the way over I thought about my options. Sure, I could divorce my wife and break up our family, but I know what that felt like as a child and I didn't want to do that. She had given a blowjob to Ed. I debated what to do and I couldn't make up my mind. I was very hurt by her action, but I still loved the damn woman. I figured I would just have to talk it over with her and see how I felt after that.

I pulled up, walked up to the door, and rang the bell. Meryl answered and was shocked to see me. I guess she thought they would just bring the kids home later. They had picked the kids up from school and brought them back to her house. I have no idea what they told them about what was going on. Meryl just looked at me and then swung the door open so that I could see Cheryl curled up on the couch, sleeping. I could hear the kids in the other room watching TV.

Meryl whispered. "The kids are in the other room watching TV. She made sure they did their homework and then she came back in here. She didn't get much sleep last night and she just finished crying herself to sleep. I hope you are here to be nice."

I smiled at Meryl. "I love your sister, Meryl. I don't want to hurt her anymore. But I may need some time to work thru this."

Meryl grabbed me and hugged me. "Thank you. I hope you two will be okay. Our whole family loves you and would hate to see something happen to you two."

I walked over and sat down on the couch and Cheryl stirred. She was facing the back of the couch and didn't see it was me until she turned her head. As soon as she saw me she buried her face back into the couch and started crying. As soon as I saw her pain and anguish, I knew my heart wouldn't let me walk away without a fight. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked her to talk to me.

 To be continued...



Blackmailed Ch. 02



I quickly got up and followed Gina into the kitchen, still out of breath and my cock throbbing. She informed me that I should cook breakfast while she went up and took a shower. She also instructed me not to touch myself adding, "In fact, never touch your little wee wee for pleasure again, if I ever suspect you did, I'm going straight to the police!"

I went to it as she walked upstairs, trying to ignore my erect cock as I cooked breakfast. I had just finished up when she came down, freshly showered and wearing one of my wife's little sundresses. I thought about how I would cover all of this up, she's even wearing Alisha's clothes now!

Gina told me to kneel on the floor and place one of the plates of food in front of me. She then hopped up on the counter and sat down right in front of me. She told me that while she ate I should suck her toes and then she'd let me eat if I did well enough. 

I was humiliated, but did as instructed as she very slowly ate her breakfast. I had sucked all of her toes until my jaw was getting sore when she finally was done. She hopped back down and said, "That was alright, I guess, you may eat in a minute. She retrieved a length of rope and tied my hands behind my back. Then she told me to eat. Without my hands, I leaned forward and managed to suck down the now ice cold breakfast while she watched and giggled.

Then, Gina pulled me to my feet by with my cock. She informed me that it was time for my shower, thank god, I needed one. She brought me to the bathroom and had me got in the shower. I gasped when she turned the water on full cold and began to clean me roughly with a scrub brush from under the sink. It wasn't too bad until she got to my cock and balls which she scrubbed very thoroughly and roughly. She shut out the water and dried off my shivering body.

She had me lie on the bed and stroked and sucked me back to full hardness before untying my hands and going to my dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt. She had me put them on and follow her to her car.

She drove towards her place and pulled my cock out, continuing to rub it. By now, I was just about dying and ready to explode! We arrived at her place shortly and she had me follow her inside, my cock tenting the pants and very obvious to passersby.

As soon as she unlocked the door and opened it, Gina ordered me to strip on the front porch. I was told that the only time I was allowed to wear any clothing in her house was when Alisha was there with us. I stripped quickly and handed her my clothes and quickly scurried in.

Gina led me to her living room and sat on the couch. She pulled up the dress and ordered me to lick her, as she was, "SO horny!" OMG, I was going crazy as I licked her to a shattering orgasm. Just after I was done, she told me to lie on her floor and she began stroking me again.

OMG, this time she HAD to make me cum! But again, no. She stopped just as I was about to spurt! 

She then went on to explain how the day was to go. I was to clean her house top to bottom. Whenever she wanted to play, she would call me. I cleaned as quickly as I could, about every hour she would call me and play with me again, leaving me shaking and moaning.

Finally, about mid evening, Gina called me to her bedroom and tied me to the bed. She also blindfolded me securely and alternated stroking and sucking with spanking me for what seemed like forever.

Then, I really panicked as I heard her doorbell ring. I heard her go to answer it and soon she returned, talking to another woman! I didn't recognize the voice, it could be anyone. The new voice exclaimed that I was a mess, sweating and squirming and said that she didn't think she'd ever seen a dick that purple!

I felt something placed over my ears and suddenly realized I also couldn't hear. They both now started playing with me teasing me into insanity! Eventually, they stopped and I felt my blindfold and earmuffs removed. There was only Gina in the room, still dressed in the sundress from before.

She told me I should call and wish Alisha goodnight. She told me if I could loudly and clearly use the words, "Gina" and, "cum" on the phone with my wife that she'd make me cum as I talked to her. She dialed the phone and held it to my ear, beginning to stroke me again.

Alisha answered and I talked to her as calmly as I could manage as Gina soon had me on the edge again. I made up stories about how my day was and, try as I might, I couldn't interject the necessary words. I wished her goodnight and Gina grabbed the phone.

She then replaced my blindfold and said, "C'mon back in honey, it's gonna be a long night!" I heard her friend walk back in as they again began playing with me and giggling...



Blackmailed Ch. 02



My two months as Stacy's Master is finally coming to an end. Within the two month I have trained her as best I could. I got her to the point where she wouldn't mouth back and she was always willing to do whatever it takes to please me. Even when I would make her do some pretty daring things, for instance, I would make her wear the egg to all sorts of places. The movies, the store, even a restaurant or two, she loved it, she even loved the pain that I would inflict from time to time. Normally when I would take her out with the egg in her pussy I wouldn't let her cum until we got back home. This would drive her crazy. She would be constantly asking if I would just take her right in the store or restaurant in front of everyone. She didn't care as long as she could get off on my cock. When we would finally get back she would wait for me to lead her in the house. I could tell she just wanted to jump me and ride my black cock on the hood of the car till she couldn't orgasm any more. Instead she would wait for me, legs trembling the whole time from not being able to cum all day. Finally when we would get in the house she would silently stand by my chair and wait for me to strip her and put her wrist and ankle cuffs on her. Once she is naked and her cuffs are on she drops to her knees. I can see her whole body starting to tremble now, she is so ready to get off its not even funny. I slowly walk around her inspecting her beautiful pale skin. When I get in front of her I drop my pants and lift her head up so she can make eye contact with me. I look her in the eyes and say:

"Okay slut we only have two more days together so I want to make tonight and tomorrow the best. Tonight I want you to suck my cock like never before. Suck it like your life depends on it. Then I'm going to fuck you till your tight little pussy is raw. Then tomorrow I want you to wear the egg to work." 

Stacy's facial expression goes from pleasure to shock, but then she just smiles and replies "Yes Sir I will do as you ask"

She licks her lips then takes my cock in her mouth. Sucking on the head then working her way to my balls. She sucks them for a little while, caressing them with her tongue then pulling them deeper into her mouth. She works her way to the tip of my cock again then takes it in her mouth. She gets it all the way to the balls, I let out a moan as she holds it there. She pulls up for air then goes right back at it. Sucking and slobbering all over my cock. After so long my cock and balls are covered in her spit she grabs my balls and pulls as she takes my cock deep in her throat yet again. I grab the back of her head and hold her there. As she starts to go blue I let her go she comes off my cock and starts to gag and gasp for air. This still doesn't stop her, she continues to suck my cock faster and harder. As I get close to orgasm she starts to jerk my cock off, using all of her spit as lube. She puts my cock back in her mouth and starts to suck, as she takes me in her throat I cum hard. I pump four shots of cum in the back of her throat. She pulls her head up chokes my cum up and swallows it back down like a good slut should. She stays on her knees waiting for my next command. I look her in the eyes and tell her to lie in the bed. She does as she is told she climbs in bed and spreads her legs open wide. I get in the bed with her and close her legs then I lift them over my shoulders. I reach into the night stand that is off to the left of my bed and I grab her anal plug. It's a pretty big plug but I know Stacy can take it. I rub it on her already drenched pussy to get it lubed up. I tease her ass hole with it then I slowly slip it in. Once the plug is all the way in she lets out a light moan, and tries to open her legs. I give her a look as I hold her legs closed even tighter. She lets out a whimper and wiggles a little bit. I smack her ass making sure I hit the plug. She jumps a little from my slap. I finally take my cock and slowly slide it in her pussy. She starts to moan louder and louder as I begin to fuck her hard and fast. I can feel my balls slapping the plug that's in her ass, as she pushes back on me to get my cock deeper. I give her what she wants and I bury my cock in her tight little pussy. She starts to get close to orgasm I can feel it. Every time she gets close her pussy squeezes my cock harder and harder until she explodes. I nod so she knows she can cum, and it doesn't take anytime at all until she gushes all over me and the bed. She starts to pant and breathe deeply but I don't stop fucking her. I keep it up, and I don't plan on stopping until we both cum at least one more time. As I'm pounding her pussy she squirts for me 3 more times. Her clit is pulsating and bright red. I can tell I beat her pussy up good but she won't complain about the pain because she wants me to cum. I finally build up an orgasm and I fill her pussy up and good. As I pull my cock out her pussy starts to pour every drop of my cum out. I get off of Stacy and let her clean up and get dressed. I walk her to the door and she gives me and kiss good bye as she walks out the door. 

The next day Stacy comes to my place before work. I let her in and she stops in front of me and lifts her green skirt so I can put the egg in her pussy. After it's put in her pussy I look at her and tell her to turn around and bend over. She does as she is told, at first I tease her ass with my finger. Gently caressing it then sliding a finger in and out. Her ass hole puckers a little then goes back to normal. After a couple minutes of teasing I grab her plug and slide it in her ass. She moans and jumps a little mainly because I hadn't told her I was going to make her wear the plug all day too. 

"Yum your pussy got really drenched just from me playing with your ass, you little slut." I say as I run a finger down her pussy and then put it in my mouth. "Now I know I hadn't told you about the plug until now but I still expect you to wear it all day long. No complaints, now stand up and fix your clothes" I demand. 

Stacy does as she is told and responds "I'm sorry Sir I just really love it when you play with my ass, it turns me on so much." 

"You are such an anal slut" I say as I grab the keys to my car.

We head to work, and act like nothing is up. My office is right across the hall from hers and the front of our office is nothing but glass. So I can see exactly what she is doing and she can see what I'm doing. At random times I turn the egg on, I can see her tug on the green skirt she is wearing and bite her lip as she looks up to see me smiling. I would turn it off then turn it back on every time she would get a phone call or when someone would come in her office. Our boss walked into her office and I turned the egg on full blast. She jumped and almost knocked her desk over. She looks up at our boss and mutters something. He laughs and then continues to talk to her. Stacy starts to shutter as our boss leans against her desk and runs his fingers down her arm. Apparently he is trying to get her to fuck him again but I forbid Stacy from ever doing anything else with him while she is mine. Once he finally leaves her office I turn the egg off, within minutes Stacy is in my office. 

She closes the blinds so no one can see in my office then looks me in the face as she drops to her knees and says "Please Sir, please take me into the bathroom and fuck me like a good little slut. You don't even have to take me there you can fuck me right here on your desk. I promise I will be silent. You can even gag me with my drenched panties. I need your big black cock so bad. I have been dealing with this egg teasing me on and off for hours now. Then when our boss came in my office he was talking dirty and all I was thinking about was you. "

I get up out of my chair and Stacy gets up and stands next to me. I wrap one arm around her and use the other to repeatedly tap the plug that's in her ass. She moans as I bite her neck then whisper in her ear. "Come on Stacy I know you can make it till the end of the day. As soon as we get back to my house I will make you cum so hard you will pass out. Then I will bend you over and fuck your ass with the egg on full blast in your pussy. So be a good girl, and go back to your office and finish your work." 

"I will Sir, I just can't wait to get home and feel your big black cock in my tight little ass" She says after she kisses me. 

After Stacy leaves my office, the rest of the day pretty much flies by. When it comes time for us to leave I take my time. I slowly grab all of my papers then make my way to my car. I finally reach my car and Stacy is already there waiting. I give her a kiss then I gently sink my teeth into her shoulder. She moans loses her balance and almost falls into the car. We don't have to worry about anyone seeing us because all of the cameras in the parking garage are busted and no one is even in this level of the parking garage. I turn her around and bend her over the hood of my car. She looks behind her and opens her mouth like she wants to talk. Before she can get anything out I rip her frilly pink panties off her ass and shove them in her mouth. I hold her arms behind her back so she can't move away from me. Finally I pull the egg out and start to tease her pussy with my cock. She starts to moan and get goose bumps all over her body. As I slide my cock balls deep in her pussy my cock throbs and Stacy shivers as the pulsation travels through her body. Stacy moans through her panties as I start to speed up. I start to fuck her hard and deep because I know that's the way she wants it. I keep this up for a good ten minutes. I still don't give her permission to cum, I can tell this frustrates her. I can hear it in her moans and whimpers. Plus she doesn't know how much longer she will be able to hold back. She keeps trying to hold back her orgasm but she couldn't do it anymore. She just cums all over my cock, and down her legs, I pull my cock out and stand behind her. 

Stacy tries to turn around but I speak out "stay where you are you little slut, I didn't give you permission to cum now you have to be punished. I haven't had to punish you in a while, but I guess now it's time for your slutty ass and pussy to get reminded not to cum unless I say so." 

I go to my trunk and pull out a paddle that I had placed in there just in case I needed to punish her while we were out. As I get back to Stacy she bites down on her panties so she doesn't cry out to loudly. I spanked her four times, each hit echoed louder and louder through the parking garage. Stacy started to whimper and blush not just from getting a spanking in public, but just the thought that anyone could have heard that. Then at any moment they may pop up to see what the noise was and catch me fucking her over the hood of my car. That fact doesn't even bother me, I take the egg from off the hood of the car and slip it back in Stacy's drenched pussy. After the egg is deep enough in her pussy I slowly pull her plug out. Her ass is gaped a little from the plug and it starts to pucker as I tease it with my cock. Stacy knows what is coming and she can't wait to have my cock in her ass. She starts to squirm as I slip my cock in her ass and turn the egg on its medium setting. I start to fuck her ass deep and slow at first. With every deep thrust into Stacy's tight ass I can feel how wet her pussy is on my balls. As I go deeper and faster, Stacy's ass grips my cock tighter and her juices flowing down her legs. Instead of making her hold out again, I turn the egg on its highest setting and start to fuck her even faster. I lean down on her and tell her to cum for me. She does exactly as she is told. Almost in an instant her pussy is squirting the egg slipped out and landed in my pants that are at my ankles. Her legs give out a little but I hold her up and continue fucking her. 

While holding her up I say "Don't you move you little slut it's your Masters turn to cum now" 

I bury my cock in her ass and unload all of my cum inside of her. She lets out a moan of pure bliss as she feels my cum pump into her body. Once I pull my cock out and fix my clothes I let Stacy stand and fix herself. She puts her panties, the egg and plug in her purse and looks at me with a huge smile then says 

"You know I am going to miss doing things like this" 

Not knowing if Stacy was expecting a response or not I jump in the car. She follows and doesn't say much the whole ride home. When we finally get back to our places, I stop her from getting out of the car. I turn to her and I can tell she wasn't expecting me to say much to her by the look on her face. Plus she had her hand on the door handle. 

"Hey so it's our last day together and I thought about it a lot, I'm just going to let you go now. I will destroy all the pictures and everything like I promised." 

Stacy looks a little puzzled and opens her mouth to talk then closes it back. She opens it one more time but she still seems to be at a loss for words. 

"Well... I was kind of hoping... you would have asked me to continue being your slave" she blurts out then pauses "I don't know... I just really started feeling for you the more you controlled me, I loved the way you took control and made me do whatever you said. It's so hard to explain... but I want to experience more with you. I want to be yours till you are truly done with me." 

"Wow are you serious?" I say still a little shocked at the fact that she wants to continue being my slave. 

"Yes one hundred percent I promise you. At first the whole black mailing me thing seemed ridiculous, but I've always wanted you and I figured this would be my way of getting close to you. At first it was kind of annoying not getting to cum or getting teased till I can't take it. Then as time went on I didn't care about it anymore I just care about pleasing you. The way you tease me and please me with your cock makes me want it even more. There isn't a day that I don't fantasize about you breaking into my house and fucking me or even just in the office for everyone to see you use me like the slut that I am. I even day dreamed about that before all of this. Honestly it's like a dream come true. Plus I have to admit those pictures were good and pretty hot. Maybe if you keep me we can do some more pictures. So will you keep me please? " 

Stacy takes a deep breath after saying all of that. I am just sitting there in shock not knowing if this is all a joke or the greatest thing ever to happen to me. 

"Well yes... of course I would love to keep you as a slave and do so much more with you Stacy. Let's just hope you can handle it." 

"I can Master I will try my best to take whatever it is that comes my way. I am yours to use any way you see fit Sir."

Once we both get out of the car Stacy gives me a kiss and walks back to her house. Totally not how I expected my night to end but I am so glad it did.



Blackmailed Ch. 02



Baby,

I went out of the house early in the morning, eager to be out of the house, away from you. Trying to hide the evidence of yesterday's accident from you was tough. I had to feign ill so that you would not bug me for sex. The small ring that Harold had pierced through my clit reminded me of what happened, and the possible consequences if I did not turn up at the location today. It also kept me impossibly aroused throughout the rest of yesterday and this morning. 

When I reached the address that I was told to turn up, I was surprised to see that it was a warehouse. I realized that this may turn possibly bad. I stood outside the door for a while, but decided against walking away. I pushed the metal door and walked in, blinking against the dark interior for a few seconds before I could see anything. 

At first, I thought there were no one in the warehouse, that I may have possibly gone to the wrong place, but when my eyes adjusted to the lights, I saw five men standing around, including Eric and Harold. There was a small changing screen at the far side of the warehouse, and the only furnitures in it are table, several chairs, a wardrobe and a bed. I knew instantly that all of them wanted sex with me, in fact, how could I be surprised? But I was, afraid, but surprised. And it was all turning me on. I could feel the pull of my clit ring on me, and I knew I was wet with arousal. 

Harold spoke first. He beckoned me over to them and made appropriate introductions. I knew I should probably do the right and moral thing and run away, or at least attempt to, but I told myself it was futile. Furthermore, I really do not want them to send over the video they made yesterday to you. 

Jim, the tall black man, stood the closest to me, and when Harold introduced him, his piercing eyes sent tingles down my spine. Other than that, he did not offer a wave or made any acknowledgement at all. Larry and Tim were both whites, but the lust on their faces was evident under their friendly mannerisms. 

"This is the woman whom I told you about," Harold said to them, while at the same time, his hands wrapped themselves on my breasts and began to message them. Everyone stared at me, as if trying to see if I would protest or not. When I did nothing, they began to relax. 

"Take off your clothes," Harold commanded, removing his hands from my breasts. 

I obeyed. I had no choice afterall. I knew these men who not protest against holding me down and ripping my clothes off me, and I really did not want to walk home naked. I tried to block them out while I stripped off my tee and jeans, followed closely by my bra and panties. 

"Spread your legs," Harold said next. I opened my thighs slightly. "More!" Harold ordered. I glanced away from him and caught sight of Jim, whose intense glare finally freaked me out and I gave in to my 'fight or flight' instincts. I chose flight. I closed my legs quickly and bent down to pick up my clothes, not bothering to put them on, wanting only to get out of here. I figured I could put them on after I got away from this place. 

The hand that wrapped itself tightly around my neck and jerked me up roughly came as a surprised. I raised my leg to kick backwards but the hand tightened on my neck as a warning. I chocked, tears coming to my eyes. 

"Spread your legs," Harold repeated, standing in front of me. I obeyed, and the hand loosened a little. "Put your hands behind your head and keep the position, and Larry will let you go," I obeyed again. 

Larry stepped away from me, and I was able to breathe freely again. The five men glared at every inch of me, examining me, violating me with their gaze. Eric came forward with a blindfold and a ball-gag. I shook my head, my hands coming from behind my head, waving him away. A loud harrumph from Larry had them back to the position that I was supposed to hold, but my eyes pleaded Eric not to blindfold or gag me. He ignored me, brushing my hair back and placed the blindfold over my eyes, cutting off my sight. The persistent push of the gag into my mouth had me whimpering as Eric secured them behind my head. With my senses cut off, I felt more vulnerable, and more afraid. I could hear the roar of blood to my head, as well as the footsteps of the men walking around me. 

A loud click followed by a quick flash made me jump. It took several seconds and more clicks and flashes before I realized someone was taking photographs. I protested incoherently behind the gag, but other than that, I could not do anything. I jumped again when I felt someone touch my clit, or rather the ring, which pulled at my clit. I whimpered again. A finger slipped into my pussy, taking advantage of the wetness to slip deep into me. The finger pulled out again.

"You're wet, bitch! You like this don't you?" The finger slid into me again, and two more were added to it, pumping in and out. "Look at all these juices! You're dripping!" My ring was tugged again, and I cried out, my knees almost collapsing. "Stand upright! Otherwise we'll whip you until you beg for us to stop!" I straightened immediately. 

A flurry of activities bombarded my senses. I heard metal clicking, and a second later, a sharp pinch on my left nipple. I squirmed in pain, knowing one of the men had added a nipple clip to my nipple. A second one was added to my right nipple. Hands pulled and tugged at them until they felt raw and abused. I felt a third more painful pinch to my clit and realized that they had attached a clip to my tender clit as well. Fingers pulled out of my pussy, and a large object was replaced, pushing into me, spreading my lips open. It was big, and long, and it hit the opening of my cervix so hard I wanted to crumble onto the floor in pain. Then I was bent over and I felt a cold sensation as lubrication was forced into my ass. A finger, unceremoniously, slid inside, pumping a couple of times, before another was added. When I was able to take three fingers, they pulled out, and a large dildo was forced in. I bite down on the gag and thanked the lube for making it easier for the entry of the dildo. My ass had already been raw from yesterday's ravage, and this dildo was larger than yesterday's. When I was straightened, weights were added to the clips on my breasts so that they pulled at my nipples. They also swayed everytime I moved and wriggled. All throughout this, there were continuous flashes from the camera. When this was done, my hands were brought forward and cuffed. Next thing I knew, my wrists were pulled upwards until I stood on my toes. 

"Let's watch her dance,"

A hand reached between my legs and the vibrators in my ass and pussy started up. I screamed behind my gag as the vibrations hummed happily through me. The first orgasm ripped through me, while I arched my back and tensed up. The second orgasm came minutes after the first, before I could rest. My pussy and ass clenched around the vibrators, which were still thrumming away. My body was a bunch of nerves and sexual energy. When I realized that the men could make me 'perform' for them for hours, I began to struggle against the bonds. I tugged at my wrists, which only made them chafe from their bondage. The third orgasm washed through me the moment my helplessness and vulnerability were emphasized in my mind, becoming incredibly erotic and arousing. My pussy became raw, and my struggles were beginning to make my nipples ached, since the weights were thrown around crazily, pulling at them. I whimpered, and tried my best not to come again. But it was like telling me not to think of the pink elephant. I came again, the fourth time, and hung tiredly from my wrists, having no energy to stand on my toes anymore. 

I heard Larry laugh, and Eric mumbled something that made Harold grumbled. A hand reached between my legs again. I hoped the vibrators were turned off, and I would be released from my bondage. Perhaps that's all they wanted, a show. I was thus unprepared when the vibrations powered up. I screamed again as I orgasmed. My body was overstimulated and covered in a sheen of sweat. My thighs were wet with my juices. I begged to be let off, but I did not think they would understand because the gag muffled my speech. I trembled. I screamed loudly when a hand reached between my legs again, and I tried to move away from it. A sharp hit to my ass rocked another orgasm through me and I whimpered. The hand began spanking my ass at least a dozen times, so hard that I was sure my ass was red. This time, I did not struggle when the hand turned up the vibrators again. I screamed, I struggled, and I came. 

When they finally let me off, I hung limply against the hands that supported me. The vibrators were turned off, and the one in my pussy was taken out. I heard them laugh when they saw how wet I was. My blindfold was taken off and I blinked as I got used to the lights again. This time they moved me over to the bed and tied me spread eagle on the bed. Tim walked over to the huge wardrobe and I was surprised to see sex toys instead of clothes in it. He took out a machine with a huge dildo on a rod from it and carried it over to the bed. As the men began to set it up, I panicked. Afterall, they were going to torture me some more! I shook my head vigorously, but they ignore me, until Jim silenced me protests with a withering stare. I could only watch helplessly as they turned on the machine, and the huge dildo pushed apart my wet pussy lips, sliding so deep into me that it nestled in my cervix before sliding out again and then slide into me. It felt enormous in me, made impossibly so with the vibrator in my ass. I tried to clench on it so that it would not rub against all delicious spots in my pussy, hitting my g-sport which made me whimper everytime, before sliding out. But the mechanical cock could not be denied. It fucked me so thoroughly and completely. It kept hitting the fleshy entrance of my cervix, making me moaned. Then I saw Tim hold a clit vibrator in his hand. I screamed and screamed.

"Take off her gag," Harold said. Larry reached over and undid my gag. My jaw ached but I pleaded for mercy. The men laughed at me. Harold leaned over me, so closely that his nose was within an inch of mine. I thought for a moment there he was going to kill me, and I wondered if it was possible to still be so aroused by the dildo that pumped in and out of me while I was going to die. But I turned out to be wrong. "Cooperate, or else it'll be worse. You need to make appropriate moans and an occasional screams while we taped this."

My eyes flew to the camera, held by Jim, which was no longer setting off flashes, obviously recording. Another tape. "P-please you said you won't tell my husband,"

"I won't, as long as you obey us," Harold said. He nodded at Tim, who turned on the vibrator in my ass and placed the vibrator on my clit. I screamed and jerked away from it. Tim slapped my thigh and I whimpered. "We want to watch you come again, and again, and again. And then, we are going to fuck you so hard you won't remember that husband of yours,"

The vibrator touched my clit again. I was drunk on the sensations. It was like I could not stop coming. Every single touch inflamed me. And the weights tugging on my nipples and the clip and ring on the clit was setting the most sensitive part of me on fire too. I was awashed in a sea of orgasms, and it felt like there would never be an end. And that damned camera was recording this side of me, held slave to these men who control me at their every whims, and me, helpless, yet still forced to come. I was comatose, and no longer able to speak coherently. Only the onslaught of another orgasms could wrestle another scream out from amid the whimpers and moans.

"Enough, we wouldn't want her to black out." Harold said. Instantly, everything was switched off. The fucking machine was moved off the bed, the vibrators on my clit and in my ass were switched off and taken away. Harold stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed, astride my chest. I stared at his cock, opening my mouth when he nudged against it. He sank his entire cock into my mouth in one thrust. I sucked it dutifully as if it was a lolly, and I sighed inwardly with relieved as all the clips with various weights were taken off me. Then my eyes widened as I felt another cock at the entrance of my pussy.

Harold laughed. "Now we're going to fuck you hard."



Blackmailed Ch. 03



That night at dinner, Zilpha talked to her husband.

“Honey, why don’t you take time off from work and take a trip this week-end.” Zilpha affectionately told her husband.

“That’s a nice thought, Honey. Where do you suggest we take that week-end trip?” Her husband asked her.

“No, Honey I would not be coming with you because I have a ton of papers to grade that is due on Monday. What I meant was, you should take a trip with your friends. Like go fishing, camping the works?” Zilpha nervously tried to explain to her husband.

“Oh OK, its just great that you suggested that because Marius just invited me to go with him and some of his friends on a fishing trip.” 

Zilpha was relieved upon hearing what her husband told her. She now had to get her daughter out of the house too. So after eating dinner Zilpha and her daughter cleared the table while her husband packed his things for his trip tomorrow. 

“Trix, so what are you doing tomorrow?” Zilpha asked her daughter while she loaded the washer.

“Well Mom, Pam asked me to help her prepare for her party tomorrow night. And Mom can I sleepover at her house tomorrow?” 

“Ok baby, so what time would you be going there?” Zilpha asked her daughter so that she could have a time for Joey to come over.

“Maybe, 8 o’clock Mom.”

Zilpha was ecstatic upon hearing that from her daughter. So she hurriedly finished the dishes and left her daughter to dry the dishes off. Zilpha left the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom and then took a bath and then helped her husband pack his things for his trip the next day. After they finished packing, it was already 9:30 in the evening and Joey had not yet called. Zilpha was growing impatient at the fact that Joey has not called yet and she was excited to tell him the good news. So by 10 o’clock her husband retired to there bedroom and her daughter to her room but Zilpha remained in the living room waiting for Joey’s call. She just made an excuse to her husband that she has to finish checking some of her class’ papers. By around 10:30 there was still no call from Joey and by 11:00 Zilpha grew tired of waiting for his call, so she went to her bedroom and then layed beside her husband pretending to sleep. But in truth she could not sleep because she was still hopeful that Joey would call her. At around 11:30 the phone rang, Zilpha jumped up from her position and waking her husband up in the process, and Zilpha answered the phone

“Hello...Is this Mrs. Rollins?” came the nervous voice at the other end of the line.

“Yes, who is this?” Zilpha answered her heart beating a little faster in anticipation that this would be the call that she was expecting.

“Ma’m this is Joey!” 

“Can you call again in 2 minutes because I’ll take your call downstairs.” Zilpha told Joey and then replaced the reciever on its base.

“Who was that honey?” her husband asked her as Zilpha put on her robe.

“Oh it’s just Betty, she wants to compare notes on some matters. Just go back to sleep honey because you have an early day tomorrow.” Zilpha nervously fibbed to her husband.

“Ok honey but don’t take too long on the phone.”

Zilpha hurriedly tip-toed to the unlit area of the living room and then sat on the couch beside the telephone and waited patiently for the phone to ring. After a couple of minutes the phone rang and Zilpha immediately lifted the reciever and answered the phone

“Hello.............” she answered in a hush.

“Hello, Mrs. Rollins?” 

“Yes?, is this Joey?” Zilpha made sure she was talking to the right person.

“Yes, Ma’m this is Joey.” 

“What took you so long to call, I almost gave up on you!” she told Joey with a hint of dis appointment in her voice.

“I’m sorry Ma’m, I just wanted to make sure that everybody would be asleep when I make my call.”

“Ok Joey, well I convinced my husband to go on a fishing trip early tomorrow morning and my daughter would be going to her friends house at 8:00 so I’ll be home alone here tomorrow at around 9:00.” Zilpha explained to Joey her accomplishment. 

“So that means that I’ll go there maybe at 9:00?”

“Yes dear, be here at around that time so that I’ll have some time to freshen up for you darling.” Zilpha affectionately told her student.

Just hearing Joey’s voice made Zilpha quite excited such that she was getting wet between the thighs as she listened to Joey’s voice on the phone.

“Zilpha, when I get there tomorrow I want you to be in your robe with no bra and you would only be wearing a paing of thongs. So that it will be easy for me to slide my hand down your robe and then fondle your luscious breasts.” Joey instructed his teacher.

“Oooooooh Joey, your making wet with what your saying.” Zilpha told her student as her hand slid down her robe and then carressed her naked breasts.

“Oh you’re very naughty Mrs. Rollins! Do you want me to talk dirty on the phone while you touch yourself there?” Joey suggested to her.

“Yes, Joey please talk dirty to me.........please!” she pleaded with Joey as she opened her robe and then her hand wandered down to her crotch and pulling her panties aside.

So while Joey talked to her on the phone suggesting things he would do to her tomorrow, Zilpha’s hand continously rubbed her pussy. Running her finger up and down her very wet slit and stroking her tense clit. Then without regard of being caught by her husband Zilpha lifted her silk negligee up to her waist and then started to slide her finger in and out of her dripping pussy until

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh............. Joey I’m cumming!” Zilpha suppressed a scream as she experienced a violent orgasm causing her body to tense up.

After having that orgasm, Zilpha continued to rub her pussy while the telephone was still on her ear.

“Oh Joey, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” Zilpha expressed her longing to Joey as she tried her best to catch her breathe.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Rollins, I’ll be there tomorrow and give you the loving you deserve.” Joey assured this lonely woman.

“I’ll be waiting for you my prince.............my hot and wet pussy will be ready for you tomorrow my sweet prince. Good night!” Zilpha whispered on the phone as she bade Joey goodbye.

After placing the phone down, Joey hurriedly pulled his cock out and then masturbated to the thoughts he had given Mrs. Rollins earlier and after a couple of strokes Joey spewed his cum all over his bed he was ready for tomorrow.



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The next day Zilpha woke very early she was too excited to sleep such that by 5:00 in the morning she was busy cooking breakfast in the kitchen and by the time her husband woke up at 6:00 breakfast was ready and Zilpha was on the porch sipping her coffe and imagining Joey’s cock sliding in and out of her mature pussy and in the process getting her all wet between the legs.

“Honey, why did you wake up so early? Is there something wrong?” her husband asked her as he peeked throught the screen door.

“No, Honey I just wanted breakfast to be ready before you left.” Zilpha tried to look concerned.

Then she stood up and then ushered his husband to the kitchen for breakfast. While they ate breakfast she could not concentrate on her food she was just too thrilled to eat breakfast. So after her husband finished he went to the bathroom and after several minutes he was on his way to his fishing trip. By 7:30 her daughter was also ready to go so she just packed her some breakfast and sent her on her way. After clearing the table and washing the dishes Zilpha took a well deserved bath. After her bath Zilpha went to her room and then changed to what Joey asked her to wear. As she put on her thong panties she couldn’t help but admire her body on the full length mirror. Her full ass cheeks sandwiched the thin fabric of her thongs letting her admire her well rounded ass. “Not bad for a 40-year old mother.” Zilpha thought to herself as she ran her hands down her naked ass.

After admiring her voluptouos body she applied an abundant amount of her perfume on her body, the same perfume that would definitely drive any man crazy. By 9:00 the door bell rang, so she hurriedly wore her robe and then went downstairs. When she opened the door to her absolute pleasure it was her Joey. 

“Good Morning Mrs. Rollins....You look nice today!” Joey greeted her.

Without uttering a reply Zilpha pulled Joey inside and then kissed him on the cheek. The seductive smell of his teacher made his cock hard as he tried to control himself. Then Zilpha got Joey’s hand and then guided him towards her bedroom. When they reached the bedroom Zilpha sat Joey on the edge of the bed and then stood in front of him. 

“Do you want me to take this off, darling?” Zilpha asked her young student as she played with the tassel of her robe.

Joey just nodded a reply as he was too consumed by the prospect of actually making love to the woman of his dreams. Then Zilpha seductively undid her robe and then slowly she let it slide down her desirable body. As the robe hit the floor, it left Zilpha only in her thongs her bare breasts, with its nipples standing proudly, exposed to her young lover. Then Joey pulled her in and then gently started kissing her voluptuous breast as his hands wandered through her body.

“Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmhhhhh............ Joey that feels good!” she expressed her satisfaction at the job that Joey was doing to her.

Then after a few minutes Joey stopped his onslaught on her bare breasts and then gently pulled Zilpha to the bed, causing her to lay down, her back flat on the bed. Then Joey stood up and then started to undress. While Joey was taking his clothes off Zilpha just stared at her young lover and then marveled at the sight of his 10-inch cock standing at full attention, ready to be rammed in to her mature pussy. When he finished with his clothes, Joey gently reached out to the sides of her hips and then delicately pulled her thongs off of her.  Then Joey held Zilpha’s ankles and then spread them apart , causing her thighs to divide and thereby exposing her naked pussy. Then with nary a word Joey started kissing Zilpha’s legs, starting from her ankles then to her calves and then down her thighs causing her to moan in pleasure

“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..........Joeeeeeey!” Zipha moaned as Joey’s tongue licked the insides of her thighs.

Then Joey gently licked the outsides of her pussy and then he parted her pussy lips and then licked her wet slit. The salty taste of Zilpha’s soaked vagina excited Joey even more such that he ate her pussy with a passion of mad man.

“Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh............Joey what are you doing to meeeeee?” Zilpha screamed as she experienced for the first time ever her mature pussy being eaten.

As Joey’s tongue worked its wonders on her vagina, Zilpha bucked her hips to the direction of Joey’s tongue strokes on her love canal. While Joey kept on carressing her vagina with his tongue Zilpha screamed her satisfactions to the boy’s actions.

“Oh Joey I love you...........Joey you are the best darling. No one has done that to me before.........baby please don’t stop......baby.   

After a few minutes, Zilpha was bucking her hips wildly to the rythm created by Joey’s tongue in her vagina. Then all a sudden Zilpha arched her back and then pushed Joey’s head deeper in to her pussy and then squeezed her lover’s head between her soft thighs.

“Haaaaaaaaahhhh........haaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh........Joey baby..........!” Zilpha screamed as she came violently on Joey’s face.

Zilpha then released Joey’s head from the grips of her thighs and then collapsed on her bed, that was the first time she had ever had her pussy eaten and she definitely liked the sensation created by Joey’s tongue lapping up her wet cunt.  

Then Joey layed beside her on the bed and then started to kiss her passionately letting her taste some of her salty juices from his moouth. Then Zilpha as if energized by Joey’s kisses went on top of Joey and then started to kiss his body. She started with his chest, nibbling on his nipples, and then went down to his navel, licking his belly button and soliciting a satisfied moan from her young lover.

“Hhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh.....Mrs. Rollins......” Joey expressed his satisfaction.

Encouraged by Joey’s reaction, Zilpha continued on her downward path and then finally got hold of Joey’s humongous member. Then Zilpha held Joey’s cock with her soft hand and then she started to lick the bulbous tip of his penis and then caressed Joey’s hard cock with her experienced tongue sending him quivering in pleasure.

“Haaaaaahhhhhhhh........Mrs. Rollins....That feels really gooooood.........” 

Then, as if on cue, Zilpha consumed Joey’s cock into her hot mouth. Then she jerked her head up and down Joey’s cock, sliding his penis in and out of her hot mouth. While her mouth was full of Joey’s cock Zilpha hand wandered to his balls, squeezing them gently and in the process heightened the pleasure that Joey was experiencing. 

“Oooooooohhhhhhh..........Zilpha! What are you doing to meeeeeee.........” Joey was delirious with pleasure as Zilpha sucked his cock with passion.

Although Joey was enjoying the sensation of his cock inside Mrs. Rollins’ hot mouth, but still he wanted his cock inside her pussy. So he lifted Zilpha’s head from his cock, her face covered with saliva as she rubbed his cock all over her face, and then let her stand. Joey then whispered to her

“Ma’m I want my cock inside your pussy now.”

Without replying to Joey, Zilpha pushed him back on the bed and slowly went on top of him. Then Zilpha kissed him again with the passion of a sex depraved woman. While they were locked in a passionate embrace, Zilpha reached for Joey’s cock and gently guided it in to her dripping cunt. As Joey’s cock entered her, Zilpha broke their kiss and cried loudly

“Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh........Joey.........your cock is so big........”Zilpha cried as her pussy was stretched to its limit by Joey’s cock.

“I’m sorry ma’m .....do you want me to stop?”Joey feared that his cock might hurt his beloved teacher.

“No....baby, we will just take it slow.........I’ve never had a cock as big and as beautiful as yours.” Zilpha assured her young lover.

Then Zilpha slowly lowered her pussy on Joey’s cock and then began a slow humping motion on top Joey’s cock, then after a few more strokes Zilpha’s pace quikened and she wildly began to straddle Joey’s cock.

“Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.........Joey I love you baby........your cock is so delicious.......” Zilpha screamed her satisfaction.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh Zilpha your pussy is so hot........I love you..........” Joey groaned as he reached out and pulled her to him self and then he carressed Zilpha’s breasts while she wildly straddled his cock.

After a few minutes of sliding his cock in and out of Zilpha’s hungry vagina, Joey was on the verge of cumming.

“Ma’m ........hhaaaaaaaaahhhhhh........I’m cumming very sooooooon......” He tried to warn his teacher of his impending orgasm.

“It’s ok baby........haaaaaaahhhhhh.....come inside my pussy...........”

Then with all the force he could muster Joey came inside Zilpha’s pussy. His semen overflowing out of Zilpha’s mature pussy. But that did not stop Zilpha from going up and down Joey’s cock, because she too was on the verge of another orgasm such that after a few seconds after Joey came inside her, Zilpha’s body tensed up and her back arched backwards and she let out a loud cry of satisfaction.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.........Joey I love you...........” Zilpha screamed as she collapsed on top of Joey. 

After collapsing on top of her lover Zilpha looked up and saw Joey smiling from ear to ear.

“Darling did you like that?” she asked him with tenderness in her voice.

“Yes, Ma’m liked it very much. And Ma’m I love you.” Joey answered her as he kissed her forehead. 

Then with those word spoken Zilpha still on top of Joey, rested her head on his chest and drifted to sleep while his cock was still inside her pussy.



Blackmailed Ch. 03



 Main Cast

John, 35 years old, 5’ 11”, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s husband.
Cheryl, 34 years old, 5’ 4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John’s wife.
Meryl, 34 years old, 5’4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s identical twin.
Monica, 33 years old, 5’8”, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, works with John.
Ed, 40 years old, 5’11”, 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ boss.
Ted, 9 years old and Natalie, 7 years old, John and Cheryl’s kids.

From the last chapter

I walked over and sat down on the couch and Cheryl stirred. She was facing the back of the couch and didn't see it was me until she turned her head. As soon as she saw me she buried her face back into the couch and started crying. As soon as I saw her pain and anguish, I knew my heart wouldn't let me walk away without a fight. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked her to talk to me.



"Cheryl, please talk to me about what happened. I know that this is difficult, but I want to know exactly how it went down."

She lay there crying as I tried to calm her by stroking her arm and back. Finally, she turned so that she could talk to me. She got the words out while fighting back her sniffles. "It was while you were out of the office yesterday afternoon. Ed said you had a client meeting and asked me to come see him. He said it was very important. When I arrived, we went into his office and he asked me if you and I had a happy marriage. I was surprised that he asked that, but I said absolutely. He seemed to be considering something and finally told me that he might have to fire you. Well, I was shocked. Based on everything I had heard, you were doing well. He said that he didn't know if he should tell me about this, but that he knew that you were fucking Monica. He didn't say sleeping with, he used the work fucking. I think he wanted to shock me a little, and it did. I told him that there was no way you would do that and that I knew Monica well enough to know that she wouldn't do it either. He just sat there like it was so sad that he had to tell me this. Then he stood up and came around and sat next to me. He was holding the pictures in his hand and he handed them to me. He told me he was sorry he had to do this, but that I had a right to know. I looked at them and was, of course, flabbergasted. I see now that since the man is not easily identifiable in the sex pictures, that I should have thought about it some more. 

Anyway, I burst into tears and he started comforting me. I'd been feeling less attractive lately, so I was a little out of sorts. I also thought that maybe the affair was partly me pushing you away because we had a fight right before you spent that week in New York. Anyway, I didn't even realize he was doing it until I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders. I looked up and asked him if there was any way that this could not be true. He shook his head and told me that he had had you followed because he had seen some interaction between you and Monica that he felt was inappropriate for married people. I guess I was just in shock, because the next thing I know his hand is on my knee and he is asking me what we would do if you were fired for sexual harassment. I told him that I was not working so that I could stay home and raise the kids until middle school. I told him that it would be a hardship on us because your firing would hurt your chances for another job and I'd have to start looking after not working for a while. Then he started telling me that he could prevent your firing. I asked him how and we beat around the bush until he finally said he was willing to give me the pictures in exchange for a blowjob. Well, I was shocked again and told him there was no way I was going to do that. He smiled and said he understood in a comforting way. He was just so smooth and convincing. He said that he only hoped that our children were not affected by the situation. That, of course, hit a soft spot. He must have known about your childhood and your family situation. Did you ever tell him about that?"

"Yes, I think I did when we were on a trip once."

"When he hit me with that, I started to get worried about the kids. I knew that Ted and Natalie worshipped you and I didn't know how we would support them. And I was so angry with you." She stopped and put her left hand on my chest. "Sorry."

"Just finish the story."

"You really want to hear the rest?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I decided that since you had cheated on me that I would do this just to stave off the inevitable confrontation until I could find a job. So I told him I would do it and he immediately stood up and dropped his pants. He had an average sized dick and it was circumcised. He moved directly in front of me and without any other discussion shoved it in my mouth. Suddenly he was no longer smooth, just an asshole shoving his dick in my mouth. I tried to give him a blowjob, but I couldn't." She sobbed. "I just let him fuck my mouth while I cried, tears ran down my face and fortunately he came in about two minutes. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it, but was nauseated by what had just happened. I pushed him back, shot to my feet, and ran to the ladies room where I got sick thinking about what I had just done. When I came back out he smiled at me and winked. The smug bastard!"

"That was it?"

She looked up at me. "I had to go back and get my purse and he had put the photos in there. I didn't say another word, just turned and left." She looked up at me with fear and resignation. "I'm so sorry, John. I can't imagine how you must feel."

I looked at her. "Probably somewhat like you felt when you thought it was me in those photos."

She looked down. "Probably. Only now I feel even worse. You should know that I told Meryl I was going to go back to you anyway. I didn't want to break up the family and as long as you ended the affair, I was going to stay. I just love you too much to leave. But now... have I lost you?" She almost whispered the last question, looking at me, her eyes pleading and desperate.

I debated my options. I wanted to leave... I wanted to stay. I got up and paced back and forth a little. I was very upset with her for doing what she had done. On the other hand, it appears that she had been manipulated by a master. I stared at her and remembered my childhood without my father, my mother angry and vengeful toward him. I wanted to forgive her, but I also wanted to be strong. My machismo was battling my heart and I couldn't move. I walked to the front window and stared outside. What the hell was I going to say to her?

I turned and looked at Cheryl and our eyes met for a few seconds. I'm not sure what reading she thought she got from me, but she finally looked down and away from me, collapsing back against the couch, defeated. I knew then I would take her back. She did not do this to cheat on me. She loved me, but made a bad decision when faced with blackmail. Maybe there was more to it than that, but it didn't matter to me in that moment. At least I hoped we could get thru it. I just knew that we loved each other too much to break up a good family.

I walked over to her, sat down, took her chin in my hand, and pulled her face up to look at me. I looked into her eyes and told her the truth. "I love you, Cheryl. I have since our second date and I always will." She stared back, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. I pushed her hair back behind her left ear and slightly caressed her cheek. "You were blackmailed into something that you thought you were doing to help both of us, even though, at the same time, you knew it would drive us apart. I know that some part of it was revenge, but I believe you acted first and foremost for the family and to save my job. We both now know that that was the wrong thing to do, but that's behind us now. I want you to come home with me and we can talk about moving forward."

She flung herself into my arms, twisting around on the couch while the sobs racked her body, but this time happily. She kept whispering 'I love you' and 'I'm so sorry' in my ear.

I looked over my shoulder and Meryl was crying, too.

I pulled Cheryl away from me and looked directly into her eyes. "You have to promise me one thing."

She stared back and said yes, looking unsure of what I might ask her, but afraid to say no.

"We have to get back at Ed. No matter what I ask, you have to help me get back at him. Deal?"

"Oh, God. Yes, I'll do anything to get back at that bastard." She was in my arms again crying and I just held her close.

Finally after about 15 minutes of this, she relaxed and I lay her back against the couch. I looked over at Meryl. "Would you be willing to help me with this revenge?"

"Absolutely!"

I smiled. "Good. I don't think Monica is going to tell her husband because he'll kill Ed. But I think that Monica wants to at least castrate the bastard and you may have to help."

Meryl laughed. "No problem. Should I get the rusty carpet knife?" The chance for some levity in this situation was a welcome relief to everyone.

I laughed and finally Cheryl giggled a little while still wiping her eyes. "I get to help. That bastard took advantage of me and I want to stake him down and let the fire ants crawl up his ass."

I turned to Meryl. "This is why I try not to make your sister mad."

Meryl laughed and Cheryl hit me on the shoulder. "Stop!" Then she got a real serious look again and said quietly. "John, I will never, ever allow this to happen again. I will never take anyone's word without talking to you and finding out more about whatever it is. I love you and our family and will do everything I can to make it up to you." I knew she meant it, but I also knew that she was the passionate type that acted quickly when her emotions were running hot. She had always jumped to conclusions quickly. I just hoped she had learned to check things out more closely before acting on her impulses.

I smiled and kissed her lightly. "Thanks, honey. I'll ask for the threesome later."

She smacked me on the arm again and turned to Meryl. "You see what I mean about him not ever being serious for more than 2 minutes?" She turned back to me. "Please take me home now. I want to make love to my husband."

I stood up and put out my hand. "Let's go Mrs. Johnson."

She took my hand and let me help her up off the couch. "Yes, Mr. Johnson." She turned toward Meryl. "Can you bring the kids home in a couple of hours?"

Meryl smiled. "No problem. They always love Aunt Meryl's dinners. I can order pizza with the best of them."

Cheryl put her head on my shoulder as we walked out the door. I winked at Meryl and she grinned.

As we walked down the sidewalk I could hear Meryl jokingly ask. "Where can I get a man like this?" My ego loved it and I smiled.

When we got home, it was only about 6pm. Cheryl and I entered thru the garage. As we reached the staircase, Cheryl started taking off her clothes. I was behind her on the stairs and as she took off each piece she moved up a couple of stairs and handed the item to me.

She had kicked her shoes off in the kitchen, so first was her jeans. She stood two steps above me as she skinned them down her legs, shaking her panty covered bubble butt right in my face. I leaned over and gave it a nip. She giggled and moved up a couple of steps. She handed me the jeans and then removed her sweatshirt. She turned to me when she did so and it came off easily. She was braless. Her little B-cup tits still stood tall, proud, and beautiful. She thumbed the nipples so that they were hard and begging for attention. She turned her back to me and went up a couple more stairs. She then put her hands in her panties and looked over her shoulder at me, smiling. I moved up a couple of steps to be closer to the show and she slowly peeled her panties down. First her nice, tight, little ass came into view and then, as she slowly pulled her panties down further and bent over, they suddenly snapped away from her pussy lips and her wet slit peeked out from between her legs. I was mesmerized. She finished removing the panties and then draped them over my head. I laughed.

She stood up and continued up to the master bedroom. I followed with her clothes in my hands. I put her clothes on a chair and she took my hands and led me to the bed. She sat down and pulled me in front of her. She unbuckled my belt as I removed my dress shirt and t-shirt. She pulled my pants and boxers down and took my already hardening dick in her hand. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and her mascara streaked down her face.

"You need to fuck my mouth. You need to take back that which I gave away so terribly. Please, I need you to do this."

Okay, it was a little bit of a sentimental moment, but it was also turning me on to a degree to which I hadn't been in a while. I looked down at her and decided to play a little rough. "Open your mouth, slut."

Her eyes went wide at the word 'slut', but she opened her mouth obediently. I ran my dick around her lips and then inserted it into her mouth. She put her left hand on my dick, her right on her pussy, and started licking and sucking. I watched as she gave me one of the best blowjobs I had had in a long time while she frigged her clit. She was working hard at it and I started fucking her mouth. I took hold of her by her hair and started thrusting forward, taking control of all the action. She just sat there and took it. It was something we had never done and something that she had never wanted to do. I just fucked her head, not caring about her pleasure or what she was thinking. After a couple of minutes, there was nothing else I could think about... except cumming. I started jerking and she knew it was imminent. She normally swallowed when she gave me just a blowjob, but it was rare that we went to completion. Usually, it was just foreplay. Finally, I announced that I was cumming and she just sat there and took it. I came again and again, spurting into her greedy, sucking mouth. She was sucking hard, wanting to prove to me that she wanted it. Finally, fully spent, she released my cock and I moved over next to her and sat down, then flopped back onto the bed. 

"Honey that was one of the hottest things you have ever done for me."

She lay back and cuddled up against me. "I'm glad you liked it. I actually liked the way you took charge. It was fun letting go for once." She crawled up over me and stared at me. "I love you more than anything, you know that right?"

I smiled and pulled her down for a kiss. "Yes, I know that. I love you the same way. I could never do anything to hurt you."

She winced, looked away, and said quietly. "I thought I could say the same thing until yesterday."

I pulled her face back to mine. "That was blackmail. It's over. I have forgiven you and you don't ever need to feel bad about it again. Okay?"

She collapsed on top of me. "That's easy to say, but I was the one who did it and I'll feel guilty for a long time." She sobbed lightly, a few tears falling onto my chest.

I hugged her close. "Just love me the way you always have and we'll be fine; the entire family will be fine." 

We lay there for a few seconds while she composed herself. Finally, she rose up, wiping her eyes. "Can I ask a favor?"

I looked at her and saw a mischievous grin appear on her face, the woman I knew and loved was peeking thru the pain. "Sure."

"I haven't cum yet and I'm horny as hell after being face-fucked!"

I laughed and threw her over on her back. "I'm going to make you sorry you said that!"

She giggled, but quieted when I knelt between her legs. She loved it when I ate her pussy and I loved the way I could control her when I did so. I looked at her partially shaven pussy. It was already blood-engorged, giving the lips a swollen, reddish hue. I ran my finger down the slit and she moaned; she was very wet. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her slit and over her clit, causing her to toss her head and reach down with her hands to grab my head. I let her grab my head, but I still controlled the action. I pulled her outer lips apart, exposing the bright pink inner ones and her hot cunt. I slowly tongue-fucked her cunt while she moaned and I pulled my tongue out and ran it up to her clit. At the same time I pushed two fingers into her and probed for her g-spot. I found it and started to rub.

"Oh, god!" Cheryl groaned. That was all I could ever get out of Cheryl, she was not a talker during sex. 

I sucked at her clit and licked around it and I could feel her starting to tense. Her legs rose up higher so I started finger-fucking her and making sure I rubbed the g-spot as I sucked on her clit. She yelled out that she was cumming so I kept rubbing her g-spot and started humming on her clit causing her to jerk and moan and jerk and moan. She came for about 30 seconds and finally fell back, exhausted. I pulled my fingers out and released her clit. 

I moved up alongside her and did something we'd never done before. It was something I had always wanted to try, but had never pushed or discussed with her. I took my pussy-soaked fingers and brought them up to her mouth. She opened her eyes and she stared, wide-eyed as they got closer to her mouth. She had never sucked herself off my fingers before. I ran my fingers lightly over her lips and she opened her mouth. I put my fingers in there and she started sucking on them, staring into my eyes the entire time. After about 30 seconds, she released my fingers and I pulled them out.

Cheryl broke the silence. "Thank you, honey." She hugged me tightly. "That was an amazing orgasm! And I've never tasted myself from your fingers before. That was wild!"

"It certainly was. I love that you did that. I never brought it up before, but I always wanted to do that."

"Really? Hmmm. I never thought about it."

I kissed her lightly. "Anyway, it was great makeup sex. I feel wonderful."

She smiled at me. "Me, too. I feel so much better now." She snuggled up against me.

I hugged her hard. "Now my lovely wife, we need to make plans for Mr. Ed."

She laughed at my use of his name like the old TV show about a talking horse. "So Meryl is going to play a role?"

"I'm not sure, but I think she may have some good ideas about this stuff."

Cheryl giggled a little. "She can be very, very vengeful."

"I'm sure Monica has some ideas about this as well."

"Mmmm." She was fading fast after our emotional roller coaster and sex.

Everything went quiet and in a few minutes exhaustion overtook both of us. Fortunately, we had pulled the covers up over us because we were awakened about an hour later, still naked and snuggled together under the covers, by Meryl.

"Well, I see you two have been busy." She grinned. "I put the kids in front of the TV for a little while. It's almost 8, so they have a little time." Cheryl rolled out of bed naked and walked into the bathroom, comfortable with her nudity in front of her sister. Meryl looked over at me and smiled. "Everything okay now?"

I smiled and stretched. "Everything is wonderful, Meryl."

She looked to the bathroom and then back at me with a more serious look. She spoke softer. "Are you sure? No hesitancy about taking her back? You've forgiven her?"

I smiled. "Meryl, you know I've always loved your sister. Nothing she has done has changed that. I was angry and disappointed, but she did not go out looking for sex with some stranger or past boyfriend. She was not looking to have an affair because she was dissatisfied with our marriage. She was blackmailed into it and was as unhappy about that as she was about me possibly having an affair. Her biggest problem has always been how easily she jumps to conclusions and makes snap decisions. In this case, she should have not have agreed so quickly, but her passion is also one of the things I love about her."




Blackmailed Ch. 03



Meryl smiled. "Glad to hear that. She was very worried last night and then doubly so this morning."

"Don't worry, Meryl. I'm not letting that woman go."

Cheryl came back in, still naked, appearing very comfortable with her sister present while the two of us talked. "I heard what you said." She leaned over and kissed me. "There's nothing you can do that will make me leave now. You're stuck with me for the rest of my life."

"Lucky me." I kissed her back, our tongues entwined.

"Ahem! Outside party still present!" Meryl chided us, laughing. "God, you two are still insatiable. Like I said earlier, where can I get a man like that, Cheryl?"

Cheryl turned to Meryl. "Sorry, can't help you. I got this one, so go look for your own."

Meryl laughed and walked out. I climbed out of bed and put on my robe. It was time to deal with the kids. I'm sure they were not oblivious to the blow-up between Cheryl and me.

When I awoke the next morning, I started to get some ideas about what to do about Ed, but this whole affair included Monica, so I had to get her opinion on it. 

 To be continued...



Blackmailed Ch. 03



I had settled down just enough to realize how badly I had to pee. As I felt them begin to stroke my hard cock and rub my swollen balls, I voiced my concern, begging Gina to allow me to use the bathroom. They stopped playing with me and I heard them both step out of the room. They were gone a few minutes and then returned, both giggling. One of them roughly grabbed my hard cock and I felt it slip into something. Gina then told me my cock was in a bottle and I should pee quickly. I felt so bloated and full as they both kept trying to urge me on, even pushing on my aching bladder!

Try as I might, I just could not make myself pee and soon the bottle was taken away. Gina said, "I guess he doesn't have to go that badly, Nichole, may as well take his blindfold off" My blindfold was removed and as my eyes adjusted, I got my first look at Gina's friend. I was almost relieved that I didn't know her. Nichole looked very similar to Gina, perhaps a little taller, hair a bit darker. She was dressed in a t-shirt and black short skirt. Both women looked absolutely gorgeous!

Gina said, "Well, we had better make sure you are more filled up for your next chance to pee." She grabbed a full liter bottle of water from the nightstand and told me to turn my head to the side and wrap my lips around it. She then informed me that if I spilled any, they would punish me severely and tipped the bottle up. I managed to drink down most of the bottle, but towards the end, she squeezed it, forcing some out my nose and I coughed, spitting out some more.

Gina was very upset. She told Nichole to go get a wooden spoon and yelled at me the whole time she was gone about the mess I had made. Nichole returned, and Gina told her to start hitting me in the balls with the spoon, didn't have to be hard, it's more about quantity. She sat between my legs and began tapping my balls as Gina counted. By 20, it was starting to hurt, by 30 I was gritting my teeth, by 40 I was crying out and begging her to stop, at 50 Gina told her to stop. 

OMG, that hurt so bad! Gina said to Nichole,"This is a bit embarrassing, but I could use a pair of panties, and I'm not wearing any, are you?" Nichole was, and stood up, reaching up her skirt and pulling down a pair of purple satin panties. Gina had her wad them up and place them in my mouth, adding, "We wouldn't want him to wake up the neighbors!" 

Gina pointed out that Nichole's panties seemed wet, and I knew they were, as I could taste her juices. She asked, "You want our boy here to help you with that?" Nichole's eyes lit up and she answered, "Hell yeah!" Gina took the panties back out of my mouth and began rubbing my cock again. She had Nicole kneel astride my face, facing her and commanded me to lick. I attacked her with urgency, especially when she started pushing on my bladder with her hands. I soon made her cum, thanks god one was enough for her and she rolled off.

They switched places, and I licked Gina to another orgasm as Nichole stroked and licked me. Gina was satisfied again and stood up. Nichole was holding me SO close to cumming! By this point, I don't know if I was more desperate to cum, or to pee! I did know that I was babbling incoherently. 

They left the room for about a half hour, while I regained my senses again. When they returned, my cock had actually softened a bit and Gina gave me another chance to pee into the jug. This time I succeeded, feeling greatly relived. Gina began rubbing me again, even that hurt by now, my cock was getting pretty raw!

Gina got me close to my desperately needed orgasm again and slowed way down, driving me crazy. I had never experienced anything like this! Not having to pee made me even more desperate to cum! Gina continued to keep me right at the edge as she motioned Nichole over and whispered something in her ear. 

I knew that the shocked look on Nichole's face could not be a good thing for me, and she looked me in the eye, waiting for something...

Gina got me EVEN closer, and when I could feel the orgasm finally beginning, she slid her hand off! Just ONE more little touch and I would have gone off! They let me calm down a few minutes and did the same thing. One more rest and Gina started stroking again.

She slowly built me up again and nodded to Nichole, who gagged me with her panties once again. This time, Gina brought me closer and closer, OMFG, I was gonna cum this time! She got me right there and I felt the orgasm starting! My cum finally built up pressure and I could feel the first shot. Right then, Gina dropped my cock and stood back giggling. 

I lost it! Screaming and crying into my gag, violently thrashing and trying to free my arms so I could jerk off in front of these two women! The first shot was strong, but after them stimulation stopped, the rest of my cum just kinda oozed out, leaving me feeling empty, but very unsatisfied!

I looked back at Nichole, who was still looking on with a shocked expression. She said, "Oh my gawd, Gina, that was SO mean! You were right though, he sure did go nuts! We just may have to do that again sometime." She removed my gag again and they walked out the bedroom door, leaving me openly crying and babbling. I laid there, still bound, until I finally managed to fall asleep....



Blackmailed Ch. 03



A couple weeks have passed since Stacy and I had our conversation in my car. She is still my slave and she loves it. She loves pleasing me, and I have her come over to my place most days after work. We will have dinner then I will use her till I have had my fill. Most of the time when she comes over I will have her wear something specific and sexy or just nothing at all. She does exactly as she is told, on days that she doesn't I don't let her cum until the next day. After multiple days of not being able to cum she has learned to do as I say. 

It's Thursday and Stacy and I are just going to watch some movies and have dinner. I have Stacy cook dinner nude. Her beautiful red hair looks so good against her pale white skin. I come into the kitchen and wrap my arms around her. 

"Hello Sir." She says as I kiss her neck. 

"Hello Stacy, so tomorrow an old friend of mine is going to come over for dinner. She's also into BDSM and she is also a mistress. So when you address her call her Mistress or Mistress V. Cause if she finds you disrespectful I will let her punish you." I say to her with my arms still wrapped around her. 

The rest of the night goes by pretty quickly. I'm excited to see Veronica tomorrow, but I think Stacy is a little nervous. She tries to hide the fact from me but I know she is. 

The next day I get up early and start to get ready for tonight. I took the day off so I could get the stuff for tonight's dinner and make sure my house is presentable. While I am out, I also picked up a few extra things as well. When I get home Stacy is just getting back from work. She comes over to my place a little while later. 

"I'm here sir, I know you told me to get here sooner but they held me late at the office." She says as she kneels before me with her head down. 

I lift her head up "Its okay I understand. Stand up for me, I have something for you."

Stacy stands before me, and I hand her a pretty large box. She starts to open it and pulls out a cup-less baby blue corset. Stacy begins to smile, she holds it over her clothes to see what it might look like. 

"Go ahead and try it on. I thought you would look really beautiful in it. Plus I want my little slut to look good tonight when Veronica comes over." I say as I kiss her gently 

She smiles and says "Oh you want me to wear this for Mistress V?"

With a smile "Of course I do, there are fishnets in there as well. She always likes to have fun with a new slave when she gets the chance. Trust me we have a lot in store for you tonight. Oh and since we are talking about this... I need to know. Are you totally willing to share me and do whatever we say?" 

"Yes Sir, I will do whatever you ask of me. If it pleases you, it pleases me." She says 

"Good, now go change I will start cooking. Veronica should be here in an hour or so." I say as I walk into the kitchen.

Stacy heads to my room and changes her clothes. When she comes out she looks amazing in her corset and fishnets. The baby blue looks great on her pale skin. As Stacy walks into the kitchen her large breast bounce with each step. I am very glad I got her a cup-less corset. As she reaches me in the kitchen she stands at attentions and lets me check her out. I grab one of her breast and begin to suck on her nipple. Once its nice and hard I switch to the other one. Once I get both of her nipples hard and her pussy dripping, I put her wrist and ankle cuffs on her. She sits at the table and watches me cook. She isn't talking so I am guessing she is wondering what Veronica and I have planned for her. 

Within an hour there is a knock on the door, I open the door and it's Veronica. She is a beautiful tall but curvy white woman with long black hair and tan skin. She is wearing a short red dress and a pair of black thigh high boots. I take the large bag she is carrying then give her a hug and kiss then I lead her into the house. Veronica walks into the living room and Stacy is standing there waiting to greet her. 

"Yum she is beautiful Marcus, you did good. I really love her outfit too. I hope you both like mine. I will change after dinner." Veronica says with a smile. 

Veronica walks over to Stacy and kisses her deeply "I'm Veronica but you will call me Mistress V." 

"I understand Mistress V." Stacy quietly says as she blushes from kissing her. 

"Well, let's eat!" I exclaim as I lead everyone to the table. 

Dinner seems to fly by, probably because I'm so excited for what we have planned for Stacy. After we all finish dinner Stacy and I go cuddle on the couch while Veronica heads to my room to change. Veronica comes walking out of my room still in her thigh high boots, and a crotch-less teddie. Stacy and I both look Veronica up and down and our jaws drop. She walks closer to us and gets on her knees in front of me. 

Veronica looks to Stacy and say "How about we show Marcus how much we appreciated his dinner?" 

"Okay Mistress, I like the way you think." Stacy says with a smile

Veronica takes my pants off and holds my cock in her hand. She kisses the head of it and then slides it in her mouth. She caresses every inch of my cock with her tongue as she takes it deeper and deeper. She makes sure she doesn't miss an inch. Stacy begins to get turned on more and more by this. She starts to get goose bumps all over her shoulders and her nipples start to get hard. Veronica comes up for air and lets Stacy have a go. As Stacy starts to suck my cock Veronica sits back and starts to rub her clit. She sticks two fingers deep in her pussy and then lets me have a taste. Her pussy still tastes as sweet as ever. She knows now that she did that I am going to have to have a better taste. I don't stop Stacy though. Stacy continues to suck my cock, she attempts to deep throat me but can't for some reason. 

Veronica laughs "Come on you slut, Marcus has told me how good you are at this. Why are you having trouble now? Don't worry though Mistress V will help you out." 

Veronica grabs the back of Stacy's head and begins to thrust her face down on my cock. With each thrust Stacy gags more and more. I throw my head back in pure bliss not only does this feel amazing, but it's as hot as can be to see Veronica use my slave like this. I love to see her take control, it always has turned me on. Veronica continues to thrust Stacy's head down on my cock, making her come up to the tip then down to my balls. Each time she gags Veronica goes even harder. Veronica lifts Stacy's head up now holding a fistful of her hair. Stacy's face is covered in spit, as well as makeup which has started smearing do to tears running down her cheeks. 

"Awe is the worthless slut crying? You know you like to be used like this." Veronica says with a smirk, as she lets Stacy up for air.

"Yes... Mistress... I do like to be used like this... It's my only purpose." Stacy says between pants. 

"MMM I love a slut that knows her place. You taught her well Marcus. Maybe she isn't such a worthless slut after all. I will have to see though." Veronica says with a devilish grin.

Veronica slaps Stacy in the face then lets her go so she can get back to sucking me off. Veronica moves farther down and starts to suck on my balls. I can feel her tongue circling them and playing with them. This on top of Stacy sucking my cock is pure ecstasy. I can't hold back any longer I let out a loud moan and fill Stacy's mouth with my cum. Veronica and Stacy start to kiss, swapping my cum back and forth between the two of them. They both swallow some of my cum as I sit on the couch panting. 

"Let's go to the bedroom. I want to eat your pussy Veronica while you eat Stacy's." I say as I stand my cock still fully erect and ready for round two. 

"MMM I love the way you think." Veronica replies 

Stacy and Veronica both get up and follow me to my bedroom. Veronica lies in bed as I strip all of my clothes off. I put on a cock ring and get between Veronica's legs. Veronica moans and then motions for Stacy to come to her. She makes Stacy sit on her face, still moaning. I continue to lick Veronica's pussy this whole time. I can hear Veronica moaning into Stacy's pussy, and Stacy's nails digging into the bed. Just from the sounds, my cock starts to pulsate and throb. I can feel my cock ring tighten up on my cock the more turned on I get. Stacy sits up and braces herself against the wall so she doesn't lose balance. Veronica takes both hands and grips both of Stacy's pale ass cheeks. As she sucks on her clit she smacks her ass hard, leaving behind a bright red hand print. Stacy lets out a loud whimper and then starts to moan loudly. Stacy gets louder the more Veronica spanks her ass. Veronica starts to moan more as I lick her clit faster. She buries the heels of her boots in my back. The pain doesn't even bother me it just turns me on even more. Stacy starts to whine because she wants to cum but she knows not to cum until I give her permission so she holds it back the best she can. I keep eating Veronica's pussy, sucking on her clit and fucking her with my tongue. Veronica cums extremely hard finally and her whole body starts to tense up and she presses her heels deeper in my back. I sit up and tell Stacy she is free to cum but she can't pull away from Mistress V or she will get punished. Stacy does as she is told and cums. Her cum fills Veronica's mouth and starts to run down her chin. Veronica moves from under Stacy and begins to kiss me. She wants to taste herself and let me taste Stacy, both of their cum together taste amazing. Stacy is lying in the bed panting and ready to be used some more. Veronica gets out of the bed and heads into the living room. She comes back with the bag she had brought over. 

"Come here you little whore!" Veronica demands as she pulls a small arm chair from the corner of the room into the middle of the floor. 

Veronica motions for Stacy to come over to the chair "Lean over the back of this chair for me, and don't move a muscle unless I tell you to!" 

"Yes Mistress." Stacy replies 

Stacy does as she is instructed. She leans over the back of the chair and puts her head towards the cushion and resting her arms on the arms of the chair. Veronica pulls some ropes out of her bag and she begins to tie Stacy's ankles to the feet of the chair. She ties them tight so she can't move away from anything. She then ties Stacy's arms down to the arms of the chair. She even goes as far as blind folding Stacy so she can't even see what we are about to do to her. Veronica then dumps out the rest of what is in the bag into my bed. She grabs her large strap on, a cane and a pretty large anal plug. Veronica covers the anal plug in lube then starts to slide it deep into Stacy's ass hole. Once the plug is in Stacy's ass Veronica steps back and grabs her cane. She draws back and hits Stacy's ass right where the plug is at. Stacy lets out a whimper as it buries deeper in her ass. The plug is a little bigger than the one we normally use so she is feeling some pain. Veronica hits her a few more times. Now Stacy's ass is starting to get covered in bright red whelps. Veronica continues to swat Stacy's ass, leaving more and more whelps. After Stacy's ass is nice and red Veronica puts the cane down and picks the lube back up. She lubes up her strap on and starts to tease Stacy's drenched pussy with it. Stacy moans, and tries slide back onto the strap on. Veronica pulls away until Stacy relaxes again. Once Stacy has relaxed she slides the strap on in her pussy as deep as she can. Stacy starts to moan louder and louder. I get up and grab a ball gag and put it on Stacy. Veronica thanks me as she continues to fuck her, ramming her strap on in and out of Stacy's tight little pussy. Stacy's moans and cries are muffled due to the ball gag but it's still turning me on. My cock is throbbing just from watching this. 

After a good 20 minutes of straight pounding from Veronica's strap on Stacy's legs get weak and almost give out. 

"Oh no, are the little slut's legs getting tired. Here I'll let you down, but I am nowhere near done with you." Veronica says with in a sinister tone.

Veronica lets Stacy go and she nearly collapses to the floor. She is panting and has even more tears running down her face. Her face is totally covered in eye liner, tears and spit. She looks like a slut should when she is getting used. I take the blindfold off, and then I lie back in the bed and tell Stacy to get on top. When she gets on top and my cock slides in her pussy it begins to throb. She takes it to the balls as Veronica gets in the bed behind Stacy. She pulls the plug out of Stacy's ass and puts more lube on her strap on. Then she slides the strap on into Stacy's tight little ass. It didn't take much since she just pulled the plug out. Stacy throws her head back and lets out a muffled moan of pleasure. I can tell she loves the feeling of being so full of cock. We both start to fuck Stacy hard, not holding anything back. As we speed up Veronica grabs a hand full of Stacy's hair and pulls hard. Every time she pulls back on Stacy's hair she thrust deeper and deeper. Stacy keeps moaning through the ball gag, she even starts to drool. Veronica and I keep fucking her harder and harder. 

"Don't cum yet you worthless slut. Hold it all back until we say you can." Veronica says as she thrust as deep as she can. 

We both want her to cum harder than she ever has before. I grab Stacy's breast and squeeze her nipples then I slip one in my mouth as I fuck her. She lets out a whimper as I start to nibble on them. I nibble harder and harder, every time I can feel her pussy build up an orgasm. 

Veronica pulls her strap on out of Stacy's ass and tells Stacy to move. Veronica wants my cock in her ass now. I'm a little surprised, but I am not going to object at all. Veronica sits on my cock and takes it to the balls. She lets out a moan and shutters a little. 

"Now come here you little slut and sit on my cock!" Veronica demands as she starts to stroke her strap on like it's a real dick. 

Stacy does as she is told yet again. She takes the strap on back in her ass. Veronica starts to ride my cock as she fucks Stacy's ass. I can tell Veronica has not played with her ass for a while, because it's tighter than normal. It feels amazing. I can feel my cock throbbing and pulsating like crazy. I am so close but I am trying to hold back as long as I can. Even Veronica is ready to cum, I can feel her ass hole squeeze my cock. Hearing Veronica and Stacy moaning on top of fucking veronica's ass I can't hold back. I start to pump Veronica's ass full of cum. As soon as my hot cum stops pumping Veronica starts to cum I can feel it drip out of her pussy and down my cock and balls. I reach up and start to rub Stacy's clit. 

"Okay you little slut, it's your turn." I say with a smile. 

Stacy's pussy is swollen and ready to explode. I keep rubbing and rubbing until she finally climaxes. Finally she squirts across the room. Her whole body starts to quake, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she just lays there limp. Veronica slides Stacy off of her and onto the bed. 

"Oh yeah I can tell she loved that. I think she will fit in great at the house." Veronica says. 

"I am glad we agree." I say as I run my fingers through Stacy's red hair.

We stay with Stacy for a while, once she has come down from her orgasm mistress V gets ready to leave. She thanks us for dinner and an amazing night then heads home. Stacy and I go back to my room and cuddle in bed.

Stacy looks up at me and says "What did Mistress V mean when she said I will fit in great at the house?" 

I smile and reply "I will tell you tomorrow beautiful for now let's get some rest." 

I kiss Stacy's forehead and tell her goodnight.



Blackmailed Ch. 04



The final chapter. Work has intruded and kept me from finishing as quickly as I would have liked, but here it is… finally.

Main Cast
John, 35 years old, 5’ 11”, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s husband.
Cheryl, 34 years old, 5’ 4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John’s wife.
Meryl, 34 years old, 5’4”, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl’s identical twin.
Monica, 33 years old, 5’8”, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, works with John, Tom’s wife.
Tom, 35 years old, 5’11”, 180 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Monica’s husband.
Ed, 40 years old, 5’11”, 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ boss.
Ted, 9 years old and Natalie, 7 years old, John and Cheryl’s kids.


From the last chapter

When I awoke the next morning, I started to get some ideas about what to do about Ed. I started outlining the basics to Cheryl while we were laying in bed and she and I discussed the different options. We finally agreed on a possible course of action, but it included Monica, so I had to get her opinion on it. 



I woke the next morning feeling almost hung over after the emotional roller-coaster of the last couple of days. I was glad it was Saturday. I was in the shower when the bathroom door opened and Cheryl came in. After she went to the bathroom, she pulled back the curtains and joined me in the shower. This is something we almost never have time for in the morning because of the kids. But this morning, she was determined to make up for her major gaffe. She turned my back to the showerhead, dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick. I moaned. 

"Damn, Cheryl. Let me wake up first."

She looked up, holding my already hard dick in her hands, and grinned. "Looks like the part I want to talk to this morning is very much awake."

"Mmmm. Yes, I would have to say you are correct. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She looked up at me and her look turned serious for a moment. "Guilt."

I grinned. "I may have to milk this for a while."

She bit lightly on my dick with her teeth and grinned. "Watch it, buster. I still have the family jewels right in front of me." She then went back to sucking.

"Oh, baby. Don't let me interrupt you when you are on your knees sucking my big, hard cock!"

She giggled around my dick, but didn't let up. She took it out and licked all around my balls, and then went back to sucking. She sucked like she really wanted my cum... so I gave it to her. It must have only taken about 4 minutes total time to get it. She kept sucking until I pushed her away from my too sensitive head.

Cheryl smiled and smacked her lips. Then she stood up and gave me a peck. "Gotta go and get the kids up and moving. I think Natalie has a soccer game this morning. I just wanted to make sure that my man was satisfied."

I kissed her as she climbed out and then slapped her on the ass. "Very satisfied. I think you may have started a new family tradition. We should reenact this at least once a week."

She turned around and stuck her tongue out at me. 

I smiled and finished my shower. I was just hitting the kitchen when my cell rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, John, it's Monica."

"Good morning. It's not even 8 and you are calling. Is this about our situation at work?"

"Absolutely. I have some ideas I need to discuss with you. Tom knows that something odd is going on because I was so out of sorts yesterday. I don't want to tell him, but I may have to. I also need you to give me those photos today so that I can destroy them. How are things with you and Cheryl?"

"I'll get the photos and give them to you as soon as I see you. You realize that these are just paper copies of some digital version he has somewhere, right?"

"Yeah. I know exactly how this scumbag is working this. I found out he got called out of town for an emergency meeting with the CEO, or he probably would have been there yesterday. What about Cheryl?"

"Cheryl and I discussed it last night. I brought her home and I think we are fine. She still feels guilty, as would most people, and while I still harbor some resentment and anger about it, I'm not going to throw away my marriage over it."

"Thank god! I was afraid of how it might affect you two. I wasn't sure how strong your marriage was, but I guess pretty strong. I can't imagine what would happen if Tom were to find out I had done something like that. He's too jealous."

"I didn't say I wasn't the jealous sort. I just understand what was happening and I'm trying to forgive her for acting in such a rash manner."

"Okay, I don't mean to get too deep into your personal life. What time can we meet? I want to get the photos and lay out a possible plan."

"Let me check with Cheryl on Natalie's soccer game and get back to you."

"Okay. Call my cell at the number I called you with. Don't call my home. I'm trying to keep this from Tom until we know what we are going to do."

"Are you sure that's wise?"

"No, but that's what I plan on doing for now."

"Okay. I'll call you back in a few."

About that time Cheryl walked into the kitchen. "Call who back?"

"That was Monica. She wants the pictures back and wants to meet me today to discuss a plan she has for getting back at Tom."

"Oh, yeah. The pictures are still in my purse. I'll get them. Natalie's game was cancelled because the fields are too wet from the rain on Tuesday and Wednesday. They don't want the kids to tear up the new grass. You can meet her any time you want. Do you want me to come along?"

"Sure. What about the kids?"

"I'll call Meryl and see if she is doing anything. How about for lunch?"

"Works for me. I'll call Monica back."

I called Monica and Cheryl called Meryl and we made arrangements to meet Monica at 1200 at the local Applebee's. Meryl would watch the kids. Of course, they were overjoyed. Aunt Meryl was a pushover for them. She was a strong willed, independent woman, but she turned into jelly in the hands of my kids, especially Natalie, who was almost a clone of her mother and aunt twins.

We met Monica at noon at Applebee's and Cheryl handed her the pictures. Monica looked at them and groaned. Then she froze. She looked up at Cheryl. "Did you miss the note in here?"

"What note?" Cheryl was surprised.

"This note." Monica pulled out a small folded note and handed it to Cheryl.

Cheryl opened it and read it silently. Then she read it aloud. "Cheryl. Do not discuss this situation with your husband or Monica. Don't let on to them that we know. This will warn them and allow them to better hide their little affair. Come back to meet me on Monday at 2pm. John has a meeting downtown at that time and we can discuss further payment. I have further exhibits of this action."

Cheryl started getting flustered and I could see tears forming. 

I put my arm around her. "Honey, relax. Nothing else is going to happen. We will figure out how to handle this. I knew all along that he wouldn't hand over his only copies. I assume he has digital versions and only printed these out to blackmail you."

Her fury was obvious. "Fucking bastard!"

Monica smiled. "Amen to that!" 

Cheryl let out a big breath and smiled at that. "I have got to get even with that prick."

Monica grinned. "Nice choice of words. I hope you were speaking literally."

Cheryl blushed and looked at me. "I didn't mean it that way."

I smiled. "Yeah, right!" I turned to Monica. "Okay, what's the plan."

Monica spent about 5 minutes outlining her plan. I liked it. It was mean, nasty, and would turn out to be downright painful for our friend Ed. We discussed the different ways it could go and made arrangements to meet tomorrow afternoon to go over the particulars.

The next day we met at our house. There was Cheryl, Meryl, Monica, me, a lawyer named Jackie that was a friend of Monica's and an investigator that the lawyer used named Jonathon (Jon). 

Jackie outlined the plan. It involved getting Jon into Ed's office early in the day to plant small wireless cameras in a few spots. Then Cheryl would go there for the 2pm meeting and she would try to get him to admit what had happened earlier, get more pictures, and get him to try to force her again. All of this would be provided to Jackie. Jackie told us that some of these types of cases could drag on and cause all sorts of problems, including the initial successful blackmail meeting between Cheryl and Ed becoming public knowledge. Cheryl flinched at that and got quiet. Jackie told us that the most successful method of handling this was to provide the information to the CEO and have it backed up with all the complaints that had been filed against Ed over the years. Meryl finally spoke up.

"Look, I don't think Cheryl can handle him again. He doesn't know she is a twin and couldn't tell us apart if he did. I'll go in and be Cheryl. I'm afraid she may be an emotional mess."

Jackie looked at the two of them. "No doubt you two look exactly alike, but I actually need some emotion to be there in the meeting. You sure you can act as distraught as your sister? This is important and we probably won't get another chance. If this attempt is blown he may run for cover."

Meryl stared at Jackie. "I'm sure."

Jackie looked over at Jon for input. "I don't see anything wrong with it. I think she may be able to do it without possibly completely breaking down, which is what I would be more afraid of with Cheryl." He nodded toward Cheryl who did, indeed, look to be an emotional mess from all of this.

I agreed with Meryl and we worked out the way to make sure we could get into his office. His assistant was a young woman about which there was a lot of gossip. The main one was that she was sleeping with him. The secondary one was that she worshipped him and would never accuse him of something or find anything wrong with him. That meant that we had to get her out of the way and Monica was going to handle that with her best friend in HR. HR would call Ed's assistant to come see them for some reason and then we could get into his office. She got there around 8 every morning, but Ed usually got there at 9. That gave us about an hour to place the cameras, which the investigator said took 2 minutes.

We went over everyone's roles and said good-bye. After they left, Cheryl looked at Meryl. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm more than up for it. I'm already planning out my little speech where I have to give in to him. I'll do anything right now in order to get this bastard."

Cheryl smiled and hugged Meryl. "My sister always has my back."

"Damn straight!"

Meryl left and Cheryl and I had a kind of anxious night. We wanted to get this over with.

Finally, the next morning came and I made sure I was at work early. I was going to be the interceptor if Ed came in early. I had to wait near the building receptionist to head him off if he came early. I was just glad that cell phones existed now so that we could have instant contact.

At about 5 after 8, HR called and asked Anne, Ed's assistant, to come to HR. She left and I waited downstairs. The investigator waited until Monica verified that Anne was in HR and he went in and planted the cameras. He then went to my office and called me. I met him there with Monica and he showed us the setup of the three cameras on this laptop. They were crystal clear. He then put the laptop in my desk and we waited. Monica went back to her office. 

About 9:15, Ed poked his head in my office and I made sure to remain civil. "Good morning, John."

"Good morning, Ed." I tried to look like I was busy.

"How was your weekend?"

I knew he was fishing to see if I knew anything. "Great. Yours?"

He couldn't keep the relief off his face. "Fantastic. See you later."

He passed by Monica's office and I could hear the same routine. He was checking on everyone.

The day dragged on interminably. Finally, about 12:30, I made my excuses to my assistant and headed out for lunch and then my supposed meeting with a client. However, I had rescheduled and planned on being back in my office as soon as my assistant left. She usually waited for me to go to lunch before she did. I waited and saw her head to the local cafeteria and I hustled back upstairs. The investigator and I went in my office, took his laptop out to set it up, and locked the door. Monica called me and I told her we locked the door because of my assistant. She agreed to wait in her office and see the recording later. 

Finally, at near 2pm, Meryl came in and stopped at Monica's. Monica called us and told us. She then went to Ed's assistant and said she needed to see Ed. Finally, about 2:05, we saw her on the cameras as she strode into the room. She was acting demure and a little afraid. She looked perfect. 

Ed put his feet up on his desk.

"How are you today, Cheryl?"

"Fine."

"Have you thought more about what I said last week?"

"About my husband and Monica?"

He looked at her. "Of course, about that."

"Are you going to fire them?"

"Not if you cooperate." He was playing right into our hands and had no idea.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, what would it be worth to you for your husband to keep his job?"

"You mean until I divorce the bastard?"

"Now, now." Ed moved from behind the desk and pulled a chair over next to Meryl. "It's just a meaningless affair. I'm sure he'll get over her. I'm sure there's no reason to be that drastic. I mean, think about the kids."

"I'm thinking about those pictures you have of him and Monica. That's all I can think about."

"Well, you can do whatever you want, but you need to support that family, so I ask you what would it be worth for him to keep his job until you are ready?"

"I don't know, you mean something like last week?"

"No, my dear." He patted her hand and Meryl jerked it away. He chuckled. "Last week was just an appetizer. I want the whole meal now."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Cheryl. Don't be coy. Last week was just a blowjob, and a poor one at that. You are a beautiful woman. I want all of you."

"And what guarantees do I have that you will do anything for me?"

"Good, good. Let's negotiate a contract here. I'm good at that. So what do you want?"

"I want John to keep his job for three more months and I want all the pictures and anything else you have on him and Monica."

"Three months, huh? Well, that's going to cost you. I mean for a month I might settle for just a few blow jobs. For two months, we definitely have to have sex once a week. But three months? I think we are going to have to come to a real agreement for this."

Meryl was doing well. She showed tears forming in her eyes. "I don't know if I can do what you want. I'm just not that kind of woman. It's hard to change your spots."

"Well, I have a lot of things on John and Monica; pictures... a few short movies... you know, incriminating stuff."

Meryl stared at him. "Movies, too?"

"Yep."

"Oh, god!"

Ed smiled. "Let me make a proposal here. John stays three months and I get you twice a week. I get a blow job one day and fucking the other. And since its three months we're talking about, I get your ass the last month."

Meryl was wide-eyed now. The investigator whistled. We were all shocked at his brazenness.

Meryl wiped her eyes and looked shocked and dismayed. "No. I can't do that. I'm a virgin back there. It would hurt too much." She was doing well.

Ed thought for a moment. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was proposing more than she would accept so that she would get him to back off and feel like she had made good deal. She would think that she had negotiated something away from a great salesman. "Okay. Just twice a week. One day is blowjob day and one is fucking day. I'll give up the anal, much as I hate to do so." He rubbed it in and looked for her to think she had won a concession from him.

Meryl thought it over. "Okay, but I get all the material, right?"

Ed laughed. "Not up front, honey." His manner was so condescending and oily that even I squirmed watching him. "I'll give you all the pictures up front, but the movies I'll dole out once a week until we are done. How about that?"

Meryl looked thoughtful for a moment. "Okay, deal. But I want the electronic version and I want to see you delete it from your computer." She put out her hand.

Ed took her hand. "Deal." Then he jerked it up to his mouth and started sucking on the fingers. "Shall we start with blowjob day now?"

Meryl looked around, startled. "Right now?"

Ed stood up and started undoing his pants. "Yes, right now." He dropped his drawers and his dick was starting to get hard. The investigator and I readied ourselves to enter. He told me to wait until Meryl agreed. She lifted her hand and took his dick into it. We rushed out and ran to his office. The investigator just barged thru his door, the light interior lock of the door giving easily. 

"What the??" Ed started to say as he backpedaled from Meryl, but then looked down at Meryl. "You fucking bitch. You won't get away with this."

"Won't we?" She grinned. "You're a fucking misogynistic asshole. You just wait."

I watched as Ed's eyes grew wide as the investigator retrieved his cameras. Then he winked at Ed. "Smile, you're on Candid Camera."

Meryl thought this was hysterical and started laughing. I hustled her out of the room as Ed turned three shades of red. I turned to see that his assistant was staring at us and had made no move to even get up. Not sure what was happening there.

I called Cheryl, who had stayed away and told her everything went well. Meryl got on and recounted everything as Jon called Jackie. 

Everything went well after that. Jackie met with the HR VP and the CEO and showed what she had on Ed. Ed never even came back to work. Jackie told me that she described the office as a completely sexist environment and that she had enough to sue and own the damn place. The CEO knew that even if she couldn't, she could make his life a living hell for a while and the company might fold. He made a counter offer and they bickered until she took it. 

When we met with Jackie on Friday of that week, she invited us over to a small restaurant that she liked. We arrived and she was smiling. By this time, the company had cooperated with Jon so that he could find all the possible pictures and movies on Ed's computer at work and delete them. They were not worried that he had anything at home. They told me he wouldn't dare do anything with them for fear of losing everything he owned. Monica had finally confessed everything to Tom and he was there, looking angry at being kept out of the loop. Everyone's mood brightened considerably when Jackie handed Monica and I checks for 2 million dollars. We stared at them. She laughed.

"Guys, that was the most hourly wage you will ever pay in your life. It only took us a little more than a week of work and my share was 1 million. Thanks for that." She held up a glass of wine. "And John and Monica, you can go wherever you want to work now and not worry about money, but the CEO said he would like you two to stay and run that office. I think he feels better if you two are still working for him."

I looked at Monica and she smiled. "I think as long as I have a say in the running of the office, then that's no problem for me."

I agreed and we all sat down and celebrated.

Cheryl and Meryl were in shock at the amount. I explained to them what it meant to the CEO and the company. I also explained that it was a small fee to pay to keep the company and that any more might have affected the lives and jobs of other people in the company.

I deposited the check the next Monday and we invited Meryl over for dinner. We were still in a celebratory mood and Cheryl had agreed on giving Meryl money for her assistance. She was in shock, then tears of joy, and then ready to drink and party after I gave her a check for $250,000. 




Blackmailed Ch. 04



We were now pretty well set for life as long as we did nothing stupid. I still had one more surprise coming from Cheryl.

I arrived home about three weeks after the end of the fiasco to find Cheryl and Meryl in the kitchen cooking something that smelled really good. I walked up to Cheryl and gave her my 'I'm home' kiss. Instead of just returning it she held my face and looked at me very seriously for a little while. 

"I love you very much."

I stared at her. She was being very serious. I could see Meryl trying not to look. "I love you, too, Cheryl. I told you that I always will."

She kept looking at me with a smile. "I know. I will always love you, too. No matter what."

Now she was freaking me out. "What's going on here?"

She smiled and turned back to her cooking. "Just go change clothes. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes. You'll see."

I looked over at Meryl who just grinned, shrugged, and went back to chopping salad vegetables.

I walked upstairs to our bedroom and the door was closed. I opened it and went inside. I stopped and stared. In our bed was a beautiful, very well endowed blonde. She stood up and came over to me. She was naked. When she stood I could see that she was about 5' 8". Her large tits bounced and her hips wiggled sensuously. She had a small arrow over her pussy pointing to the shaved lips. She walked right up and started kissing me. I was in shock at first, but finally came to my senses and pushed her back, holding her at arm's length.

"Who are you?"

"My name is not important. I am a present from your wife."

"Excuse me?!"

"Your wife said she made a big mistake recently and wanted me to make it up to you. This is what she asked me to do. I'm supposed to fuck your brains out until dinner time."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"How did she find you?"

"I'm an acquaintance of Meryl's from her last job."

I smiled and looked her up and down. "You are a very gorgeous woman."

"Thanks. Now shall we get to it?" She walked over and sat on the bed.

I stopped and thought about it. With everything that had been going on I was going to have to pass. "Stand up." She stood up and I put my hands on her tits. They were large, real, and very responsive. Her nipples stood up as soon as I touched them and she moaned. I felt them for a minute or so and then took my hands away. "Thanks. I just wanted to feel your tits. As for the rest... well, I'm afraid there will be no fucking or sucking between us. I know what my wife is trying to do, but I can't do that. It's not my style and I'm sure I would always regret it."

The woman smiled. "I have known Meryl for a long time, and she has always described you and her sister in such a way that I could not believe that you two were real. Now I can see that she was correct. I guess I don't know many people like you two."

"Thanks... I think."

She started getting dressed. "I definitely meant it as a complement. If anything ever happens to that lovely wife of yours, just call me. Meryl knows how to reach me."

"After seeing you naked, believe me, I'll have some fantasies that revolve around you and would definitely think about you should it come to that." I said that to make her feel good, but if she could do this so easily, she was not my type.

She grinned and was finished dressing in her jeans and t-shirt by now. She was braless and her large tits looked barely confined by it. I stared, but I opened the door and we both went downstairs to the kitchen. 

Cheryl was sitting at the table, nursing a glass of wine, looking very unhappy until I came around the corner, followed by Sexy Girl. She looked at me, smiled, teared up, and rushed over to hug me. She whispered in my ear. "I had to at least make the offer after what I did."

I pushed her back and looked over at Sexy Girl. She and Meryl were watching us. "Well, thank you for the offer, but you should be careful. Throwing someone as beautiful as her at me is dangerous. After all, I'm just a guy."

She looked up at me and laid her head on my chest. "You're not just a 'guy'. You're my man, my husband, the best man in the whole world."

Sexy Girl looked at us. "You're damn right! First time I ever got turned down. Hell, I can't remember the last time that almost every man in the room didn't hit on me with my clothes on!"

Meryl laughed. "And half the women."

Sexy Girl laughed. "You got that right!"

I looked around the room. "Well, whatever your name is, 30 minutes or the entire weekend with you can't tempt me to ignore 11 years and 2 kids with this beauty." I leaned over and kissed Cheryl on the head.

Sexy Girl laughed. "You got any brothers?"

Meryl laughed now. "No, he doesn't, because I would have nailed one of them years ago."

Three weeks later Monica and I had to make a trip to New York City again to meet with and assure the customer there that everything was alright after Ed left. We arrived in the late afternoon and went directly to the hotel. Monica had the same suite as before and after I dropped my bags in my room, I joined her in her suite.

We only had to wait about 5 minutes before the knock came at the door. I went and opened it and let the visitor in. We joined Monica around the small table and Monica took out the check. She handed it to him. "Here's the check. It's for a million. I know that we said 1.5, but this is the best we could do after Jackie met with the CEO. It's made out to John Harris. Is that the name you are using now, Ed?"

Ed smiled. We all smiled and then laughed. He looked at the check. "Yep, that's perfect. I have a nice place on the beach overlooking the bay. Any time you guys want to visit me in St. Maarten's just let me know."

Monica grinned. "Well, I might just do that if this John comes along." She grabbed my arm.

"Not sure how we could arrange that. You know the agreement. Once we got the money, we had to go our separate ways. It's too dangerous to continue this otherwise. We had to do all the pretending on the phone, with our families, and at work. I don't want to go through that anymore." I pinched her on the ass. "Although... you were the only one who ever tempted me to stray, you slut!"

Monica laughed and slapped me on the arm. "Whore!"

Ed smiled. "I know I really loved taking those pictures of you guys. You two were hot together and it's too bad that we had to make sure that all of it was destroyed. The investigator did destroy it all, right?"

I nodded. "Yep, all gone."

"Yeah, that's too bad. Anyway, I'm gone. I'm back on a plane in an hour and you'll never see me again unless you find me out there on the island." He stood up and shook my hand. "Sorry about the way it went with Cheryl. She really does love you."

"I know. I love her, too. And now that this is over, I can go back and be the loving husband." I gave Monica the evil eye to warn her to stop throwing her female charms at me.

Ed gave Monica a hug and headed toward the door. "See you guys around... maybe." 

The door closed behind him and Monica and I held up our champagne glasses in a toast. Not a bad way to make a couple of million dollars.

 The end