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Holiday Blackmail

By: Tazmikky



Maria was a slut. She realised she was a slut that day in 9th grade round the back of the playing fields when she blew off 4 boys just because they'd "dared" her. She'd let them strip her to the waist, then knelt in front of them and sucked them dry, swallowing everything they'd gave her. Those boys had later told their friends what had happened and her reputation was born. Not that she'd minded of course, whilst she would get bitchy comments and disapproving stares from other girls her age, it only enhanced her popularity with the boys. As she got older she was never without a boyfriend, though she knew why they were with her, they were only ever after one thing, and Maria always gave it to them.

Then, when she was 19 she met Mike. Mike was a nice boy who had taken a shine to her from the moment they met. It was at a mutual friends party, Maria had been wearing a long black dress, low cut to show off her 34D breasts and with a split up the side which gave glimpses of her slender legs as she walked. They'd got on famously from the word go, and as Mike was from out of town too he knew nothing of her reputation, within 2 whirlwind years they were married. 

That was 6 years ago. Mike had set up his own exporting business to support Maria and initially things went well. After a couple of years however the business was struggling, Mike was spending longer and longer in the office and had started drinking heavily. Maria tried her best to be supportive but whenever she tried to talk about things he only ever said "I'm too busy" or "I've not got time for this." Their sex life had deteriorated too, Mike hardly ever slept with her these days, leaving her lonely and very frustrated. She bought lots of sex toys, and would regularly fuck herself with vibrators, dildos and whatever else she could get her hands on but she just couldn't slay her lust. 

When Mike suggested a holiday together, to "try and put some life back in this marriage" it sounded perfect, 2 weeks in Ibiza.

When they arrived at their hotel, they got a bit of a fright. Ibiza is the party capital of Europe, something Mike missed when he booked it! The pool area was full of lads in their 20's and 30's and was very rowdy. Undeterred they found their room, it was on the fourth floor which overlooked the pool area. They quickly changed and headed down to the pool, Mike in his trunks and Maria in a sexy black bikini she'd bought especially for the occasion. This wasn't missed by the crowds as they walked round the pool, Maria could hear a few whistles as she headed for her lounger.

It was blisteringly hot, and Maria donned some factor 15 and settled back to catch some rays. Not an hour had passed when Mike announced, "it's too warm, im going to the bar for a drink."

"Ok hon, don't get too drunk" she said, and settled back down to enjoy the sun. After about half an hour Mike hadn't returned and Maria turned over to give her back some sun. She struggled to apply the sun cream properly and as she was wriggling around to try and cover her back she gasped as she felt a hand start to rub it in for her. "You gave me a fright then! About time too hon, rub it in well for me, I don't want to get burnt on my first day!" Mike never answered, but continued to rub the cream onto her back, then moved down to the back of her legs. She felt his fingers begin to massage the tops of her legs, getting nearer and nearer her pussy all the time. This was having an effect on Maria, and she opened her legs ever so slightly to give her hubby better access. "You never usually spend... Oh my god!!" She'd turned round to speak to her hubby, but it wasn't him, to her shock it was a stranger rubbing his hands all over her body! "Get off!! " she hissed, "If my husband comes back, he'll kick your ass for that."

"Your hubby seems much more comfortable sat at the bar, than here with you, I was only being friendly." With that, he smiled and walked off towards the other side off the pool. Maria went back to sunbathing, whilst she tried to ignore what had happened, her mind drifted back to the stranger and how good his hands had felt rubbing her legs. 

As the afternoon came to a close she decided to go back up to their room and relax. She was surprised to find that Mike wasn't there when she arrived, but thought he must have gone for a walk or got chatting to someone. While she showered, her mind kept wandering back to the stranger on the lounger and she reached down and gently rubbed her now throbbing pussy, she was horny as hell , but thought no, be good, tonight was their first night on holiday and she wanted Mike to fuck her, she wanted to feel his cock inside her. She dried off and dressed for the evening ahead. She wanted to look good for her husband so she applied her makeup carefully and selected a loose summer skirt that sat just above the knee and a matching crop top to show off her firm stomach and perky tits. 

It was just getting dark when she left the room, Mike still wasn't back, where was he?? She pressed the button for the elevator, and when the door opened, there was Mike, but he was plastered!!

"Alloo gorgeous, ith just had a little drinkyy" slurred her drunken husband. Maria gasped at the state of him, then caught him as he fell out of the elevator. She helped him back to the room and helped him down on the bed. Within seconds he was asleep, snoring loudly almost instantly.

Maria was furious. How could he have gotten so drunk on their first day? What about sorting out their marriage? Deep down she knew her husband had a drink problem but not that bad, surely. She walked quickly, almost marched down and out into the street, her rage flowing through her with all sorts of emotions going round in her head. 

After a while as she calmed down, she realised she'd walked quite a distance from her hotel and was now in what appeared to be the main bar area of town. She spotted a reasonably quiet looking bar and headed in for a rest. She ordered a large vodka and sat at a bar stool overlooking the street out front. She quickly finished it and ordered another, and then another. She figured she might as well get plastered as otherwise it was going to be a long night.

"Mind if we join you?" Maria looked up and was surprised to see the man from the pool standing next to her, with a couple of his friends in tow. "No, feel free" she said, realizing the alcohol was starting to have an effect on her.

"We were just passing and how lucky were we, to spot the best looking woman here, drinking alone" he smiled, and shouted to the barman "A large jug of sangria with 4 straws." He introduced himself as Dave and told her they were part of a stag party which were there for another week. They all talked and joked well into the night, Maria drank more than her fair share of sangria, without realising the lads weren't drinking nearly as much. As time went on, the bar emptied, leaving just the four of them there.

Maria drunkenly decided she liked Dave, he was handsome, and decided she'd probably fuck him, if the chance arose. As the night wore on the conversation turned to sex, and some of the things the stag lads had been up to, Dave told her of some of the conquests the lads had. Maria absolutely loved this and she was getting hornier and hornier. She looked at Dave, she must have gave him enough signals because he suddenly stopped talking, leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. Maria just melted on the spot and she immediately kissed him back, her pussy was on fire now and needed some attention. As she kissed him, she felt his hand drop down and squeeze her breasts, she stuck her chest out to give him full access to them. His hand shot up under her top and bra and started playing with her erect nipple. She felt another hand slide up the other side of her, and under her top, cupping her other breast. It was one of Dave friends getting involved, but she was beyond caring. She started rubbing Daves crotch, she could feel his hardness through his jeans.

Suddenly Dave stopped kissing her and grabbed her top and yanked it up over her head. She raised her arms in the air to allow him to remove it, and then he pulled her (now unclipped) bra off to reveal her perfect 34D tits. Her nipples stuck out proudly in the cool night air and before she knew it one of Daves friends was on her, kissing and squeezing her breasts. She felt a hand on her pussy and immediately opened her legs as she felt a finger enter her roughly. She moaned loudly as someone finger fucked her wildly, she didn't care what happened now, she'd do anything.

Someone then pulled her roughly from her chair and she fell onto her knees on the floor in front of them. She opened her eyes and saw the 3 men standing over her, unzipping their jeans and pulling their hard cocks out waving them in front of her. She didn't hesitate, she went straight for the middle one, shoving it down her throat and sucking for all she was worth. She grabbed the other two with her hands and started wanking them off as Dave face fucked her. 

"The doors locked, this bitch is going nowhere" said the barman as he walked up to them unzipping his jeans. Maria moaned, "someone fuck me, please" and she felt Dave pull out of her mouth and go round behind her and push her forward onto all fours. He lifted her skirt up over her arse, pulled her knickers aside and rammed his cock into her and fucked her furiously, while someone appeared in front of her and shoved their cock into her mouth.

The four of them fucked her for over an hour, swapping positions from time to time, all making sure they had fun with her mouth and pussy. They picked her up and carried her over to the pool table, lying her back down on it and taking turns to fuck her, while slapping and squeezing her tits. Maria moaned like a whore, she hadn't been fucked like that for years and she came time and time again. They all came on her face and tits, her mouth wide open to catch what she could. When they'd all emptied themselves all over her she looked up in her drunken haze and smiled at the camera pointed at her.

When she woke the next day her head was killing her. She looked over at Mike who was still snoring next to her, still wearing last nights clothes. She staggered to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped, she was in trouble. She had bite marks all over her tits and there was dried cum on her hair, face and all over her tits. She showered and cleaned herself up, found her clothes in a crumpled heap and hid them in case there was any evidence of what had happened on them. She'd need to wear a bigger bikini she thought, it was the only way she could cover all the marks on her breasts. She hurriedly found one and put it on, gently pulling up the matching bottoms against her very sore pussy and covering up the last of the evidence of what had happened to her. She sat on the balcony, trying to remember what she'd done the night before. Shit, she thought, how many guys did I fuck last night?? Was it 3 or 4?? It was bad enough what she'd done, but not knowing who they all were made it feel worse. Eventually Mike got up, and tried to make his apologies for the night before. " Leave me alone" snapped Maria, she wanted to be alone with her thoughts. Mike made his excuses and left, back to the bar no doubt Maria thought.

As the day wore on Maria felt better and her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. It had been good, she thought, ive not been fucked like that in a long time. She parted her legs slightly and started to rub her tender pussy, which was becoming wet again. She felt satisfied, a feeling she'd long forgotten about. 

Her phone beeped. A text message. A grovelling apology from Mike she presumed. But when she opened the message she gasped. It was a picture, a picture of herself naked from the night before, smiling at the camera with cum all over her face. There was a message at the bottom. It read, "Are you not coming down to the pool today? The boys are dying to see you in the flesh!" She was mortified. Who all had seen this picture?? What if Mike had seen it? She thought for a moment then replied, "delete this photo. How dare you show that to anyone." Her phone beeped again, this time it was a video clip, when she watched it, she was horrified to see herself, lying on a pool table, naked with some Spanish bloke fucking her silly. The text said, "that's not the attitude, what if your poor hubby was to find this. What would he think? Is this not his number??" 

Maria read in horror recognising Mikes mobile number at the end of the message. What if they showed it to him?? She'd be divorced for sure. He'd never forgive her for this. They must have gotten hold of her phone last night and taken the numbers from it. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. How could they do this to her, she had so much to lose. What could she do? They had all the evidence they needed and Mikes phone number. She was cornered and there was nothing she could do about it. Eventually she replied to the text, "please don't do that. We were all drunk. Please delete it and forget about it." She got a quick reply, "No can do. Meet me outside the restaurant in ten minutes if you want this kept secret"

Maria hurried down to the restaurant where Dave was waiting for her. "You bastard!!" she hissed, slapping him hard across the face. "You took advantage of me when I was drunk!"

"Listen, bitch" Dave said. "I don't care about you, you hit me again and I promise your loving hubby will see and hear all about his wife's sordid night out." Maria stopped dead in her tracks. 

"Don't." She said, "He'd divorce me, who wouldn't for that. It was a mistake, I'll never do that again"

"He doesn't need to know. I'm sure there's some arrangement we could come to ensure all ends well." Maria cringed, she didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean"

"Listen, things can't stay as they are. The lads have all seen your video and they're all jealous. They say they want a little for themselves. You can't blame them after your performance last night! It's quite simple really, you either come and finish what you started, or we show Mike his porn star wife in action and leave you two to it. We're having a party tonight and you're gonna be the star of it! Here's the deal. You come up to the top floor, we've got every room on it, and entertain the lads for an hour or so, nothing too heavy, maybe blow the groom off and let some of them feel your tits and in return i'll delete all the videos and pics we took of you and that's it. Hubby doesn't need to know anything about it"

Maria was horrified, "what do you think I am?? Theres no way im going to humiliate myself in front of you lot for your pleasure. Don't be so stupid"

"Fair enough, see you later" Dave said. "But all this gets sent when I get back to the pool, don't say you weren't warned!" He started to walk away.

"Wait" Maria shouted at him. She was terrified now about what might happen if Dave carried out his threat. "You bastards!! How can you do this to me?"

"Do we have a deal???" 

Maria thought her head might explode. What if Dave sent those messages?? She'd lose everything. Could she really do what he said?? "Ok" she said, defeated. "But the groom only. And nothing else."

"Good girl" Dave replied, "Come to room 504 at 8pm tonight, and make sure you look good for us. You never know, you might enjoy yourself!" With that, he smiled and walked off, leaving Maria gobsmacked. 

She couldn't believe what had just happened. Had she really agreed to entertain those men?? Could she really go through with it, what if they marked her and Mike saw it, she'd be divorced for sure. She headed back to her room her head spinning with what might happen to her tonight. 

Time passed quickly, before she knew it, it was 7pm.Mike was lying passed out on the bed, where he'd collapsed about an hour before after an afternoon session at the hotel bar. "Oh well" she thought, "saves me having to explain where im going." She showered, and applied her makeup. She picked a sexy short black skirt to wear, with a tight black top and heels to match. She left just before 8, and pressed the up button on the elevator....

Her heart was in her mouth as the knocked on the door of room 504. The door quickly opened and there was Dave standing in front of her smiling. He stepped aside clearing the way in for her and then closed the door behind her. "Listen Dave" she said, "you can't mark me in any way, if my husband was to find anything on me, he'd know"

Dave thought for a moment, "Ok he said, tell you what. You agree to do whatever we tell you, and i'll see to it that no one gets rough with you or bites or marks you in any way."

"Oh god, ok, just make sure of it." Dave led her out into the main room to her audience. There were whoops and cheers when she appeared in front of them all. Oh my god, Maria thought. There were about a dozen young men standing and lying around the room. They were all staring at her with undisguised lust in their eyes.

"Everyone, this is Maria" Dave announced. "She's going to entertain us all tonight, she's agreed to do whatever we tell her but only if you all promise not to put a mark her. No biting or slapping as she does have a husband to go home to. Now Maria, come here." He beckoned her into the middle of the room then went round so he was standing behind her, with her facing most of the men. "Now, you should have known better then to arrive here with all these clothes on, let's see what you have under there, shall we? Lift your arms over your head and stick your chest out." He then grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it up over her head and off, throwing it to one of the guys. He then unclipped her bra and lifted it forward and off, revealing her breasts to the room full of men. They all cheered when they saw Maria standing topless, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Dave cupped her breasts from behind, "Didn't I tell you all she had the best tits in the hotel??" There were loud murmurs of agreement from round the room. He then turned her round to face him, "Let's get you better acquainted with everyone. What I want you to do is go round everyone here one by one and introduce yourself. Kiss them if they'll let you, let them touch that lovely body of yours for say, 2 minutes each. Then move on to the next one and so on. Do you understand?" Maria was mortified, she didn't even answer, she just stood there staring at Dave."On you go then" and pushed her towards the nearest bloke who was standing near her.

"Erm, hello there" she said awkwardly as she stood in front of him.

"You are just beautiful" he said and pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips. She instinctively kissed him back, not knowing what else to do. Slowly his hands left her side and slid up and gently cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. He started kissing her more passionately now, his tongue exploring her mouth then she felt his hand drop down and lift her skirt up and start rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Time" called Dave, and Maria pulled back from him, pushing his hands away from her. Her heart was racing as she walked up to the next man in line.

"Hi, im Ma..." that was as far as she got as he just pulled her to him and started kissing her. She kissed back, feeling his hands start to roam over her body. Before she knew it she heard Dave shout "Time" again and she pulled back from him, slightly out of breath. She felt a lot better as she walked up to the third man. This time she didn't say anything, she found herself smiling at him as he moved in for the kill. He kissed her passionately and spent a very enjoyable couple of minutes exploring her firm body. As she moved round the room moving from man to man she relaxed even more, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with all the attention she was getting. When the fifth, or was it sixth? man pulled her panties to the side and stuck a finger in her pussy, she just moaned and parted her legs slightly so he could finger fuck her easier.


Holiday Blackmail Ch. 01



Tis the Season

I fought my way through the teeming crowds at the mall, inwardly disappointed that I had chosen to subject myself to the hell that is Black Friday shopping. It was 4:30, after work, and a sea of people milled through the mall, some wandering aimlessly and others marching with a purpose in search of specific items to cross off their Christmas lists. I was one of those, in search of the Bigfoot of toys, an elusive scooter that my nephew simply couldn't live without. I had volunteered to help out my single-mom sister by tracking down the toy for her while she worked two jobs to pay for it. Unfortunately the hunt had proved much more difficult than expected. Though I didn't really think I'd find it on the craziest shopping day of the year, I decided I should at least try since she really couldn't afford the toy without a discount.

I had tried several likely stores without luck, and was about ready to give up by 5:00. I wanted to get home in time to make supper for my husband, whose work had kept him so busy that I rarely saw him of late. I could only hope he would actually make it home for the wonderful meal I planned to make him. I had seen so little of him in fact, that I couldn't remember the last time we had made love, or even fooled around. Pushing aside those thoughts, I recommitted myself to the hunt, hoping against hope that the fourth time would be the charm in the busy mall.

I held no high hopes as I entered the store, seeing a swathe of empty shelves in several toy aisles. The store was so emptied out that it wasn't even busy, and even the employees looked bored. I turned down the aisle for bikes and scooters anyway, and was dismayed to see an empty rack where the one I wanted should be. As I started to turn away, a box caught my eye. Up high on the top shelf, in bright blue letters, I saw the chimera: a Razor A Kick Scooter, brand new and still in the box (some assembly required). As I walked towards it, I saw a man come around the corner at the other end of the aisle. Time moved in slow motion as I saw the disappointment register on his own face at the sight of the empty rack. I willed him to move on, but to my dismay, he looked up, and saw the same miraculous box I had. Before I could call out a official "Dibs!" aloud, he reached up, and with the tips of his fingers, began to bring the box down.

"Excuse me!" I said, in a minor panic. "I was actually just about to get that."

He looked at me in confusion. "Well... uh, obviously so was I."

"I know," I argued feebly. "but I did see it first."

"And I touched it first." He said, stubbornness entering his voice.

Quickly seeing that I wasn't going to convince him my taking my current tact, I began to explain to him the trouble I had gone through already to locate this particular toy, and how much it would mean to my sister and her son if he let me have it. Despite what I thought was a compelling and sympathetic story, I saw his eyes begin to glaze over while I told it, and caught him taking a rather unsubtle peek at me, up and down. Glancing down myself, I became very aware of our close proximity, and actually faltered as I noticed an unmistakable lump in the front of his pants. Both horrified and a little flattered, I reminded myself that I was a married woman, and began to sum up my five-point argument for why I should get the toy.

Little did I realize the day this particular guy had been through already. My pleas were falling on deaf ears, as he contemplated nothing but bending me over and fucking me in all manner of positions. Unfortunately for my convincing arguments, the poor man had been teased by his own wife all day with promises of sexual favours later; promised which history had proven to be likely to fall through when the moment came. She had even gone so far as to coax him into entering her briefly before he left the house on his shopping errand, bending over the end of their bed as she changed out of her gym clothes. He had pummelled her, trying to finish as quickly as he could, before they were inevitably interrupted by the sounds of fighting between their kids downstairs. Without a second thought, his wife had pulled herself away and rushed down to be the peacekeeper. Resigned, angry, and filled with pent up horniness, he had zipped up and stormed out of the house, knowing that by the time he made it home she would have developed a headache or other convenient symptom to avoid the deep dicking he desperately needed to give her. Needless to say, he was in no mood to play the sympathetic benefactor.

Thought I didn't know all the background details, I did quickly detect that his patience for my pleas were running out. I was beside myself, wondering what I would do if I lost this chance to secure the toy of my nephew's dreams. Without thinking, I found myself reaching back into my past for a solution; using a tactic I had used for many years before my marriage in order to secure the willing participation of men in my plans. Not even fully considering the implications of my actions I dropped to my knees on the hard tile of the store floor, and began to run my hands over the obvious hard-on jutting from the front of his pants. Without realizing what I was saying I made my offer.

"I'll suck your cock for it."

For his part, he stood, aghast at my actions. For a moment, I saw his pause and consider what was happening, and in that moment I could have died with embarrassment. What the hell was I doing? Offering to blow a man I didn't know, right in the middle of a shopping mall aisle, and all over some stupid kid's toy? Even worse: what if he turned me down! Luckily for me, his wavering conscience lasted only as long as a few ragged breaths before he began to fumble with his own belt. My heart skipped a beat as he undid it, and then his zipper, pulling his pants open just enough to allow my hands to reach inside. I undid the button on his boxers, and reached in to pull out his already raging hard cock. As I leaned forward, I detected a strong and familiar odour. Before I could place it, he was pushing his hips forward, thrusting the head of his cock between my lips.

"Make it fast slut. Ahhhhh yes, just like that." he said.

Without wasting time, I went to work on his cock. I bobbed my head up and down his length moaning softly as I used my tongue to tease the underside of his shaft while I sucked. I reached into his shorts again to pull out his full and heavy ball sack, playing with them in my fingertips. For his part, he quickly realized this wasn't the quick and dutiful head bobbing of a wife and mother, but rather the insatiable worship of one who truly loves to suck cock. Watching an avid fellatrix slide her lips up and down on him was like watching a masterpiece work of art being created by an artist. He felt he was witnessing something truly remarkable, and yet with my well-practiced skills, it appeared to be only a pleasant but mundane task to me. In short, he stood in awe of my voracious mouth, forgetting for a moment that he was standing in the middle of a toy aisle in a department store populated by Holiday shoppers.

Entranced by my work, I never noticed when he reached into his back pocket to remove his cell phone. Working away on his cock with my slippery, sloppy mouth, I didn't realised when he started taping our encounter on it either. With my back to the end of the aisle by the main entrance to the store, I never even noticed when a woman entered it behind my back, taking five steps before realizing what was happening and rushing away with her hands over her mouth. It was only later, when Dave showed me the tape he had made that I saw all that. The only change I was aware of was immediately following that incident, when I felt a strong hand grasp the back of my head and felt him begin to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth without a thought to my comfort.

"Take it!" He commanded. "Take this cock you Christmas whore. Choke on it!"

I gagged willingly on his pole, allowing him to use my mouth, knowing he would cum soon. I moaned a little louder to egg him on, knowing that it would be best to finish up and get out of the store before we were caught. I felt his legs begin to shake, and knew that he was about to cum. Suddenly, and to my dismay, I felt him pull back, and before I could open my eyes or utter a word I felt jet after jet of cum rocket out to splatter my face. His first two shots were incredibly well aimed, plastering both my eyes shut, and his successive blasts proceeded to slather the rest of my face as well. To his credit, he managed to avoid dripping onto my clothes too much, moving in to squeeze the last few drops out onto my upturned face. I opened my mouth to speak, and felt the cum on my lips slide inside onto my tongue. I swallowed his salty seed and before I could say a word, he began to speak.

"Now listen closely, you dirty cum dumpster," he began eloquently. "I'm going to let you have the toy, but this was just a down-payment."

"What -?" I began, before he cut me off.

"If you do not agree to service me a total of ten times, any time, and any place I want, you don't get the toy."

"Okay." I agreed, obviously thinking to renege on the deal later.

As if reading my thoughts, he went on. "And don't think you can weasel out of this you slut. I know you don't realize it, but I just took pictures and video of our fun." Seeing the dismay on my face, he went on. "I can see from that ring that you're married, and I'll bet you don't want those videos making their way onto the internet, with plenty of ads on Craigslist to guide people to them."

"Ten blowjobs," I replied, fluttering my eyelids open to meet his gaze through a thick lens of cum. "and we're even, and I get to delete the tapes?"

"Now you got it." he said, holding out a hand to me. "Now give me your cell phone."

Still in a daze at the turn of events, I did, and he copied my number into his phone.

"When I text you, you'll have an hour to answer me. Remember, we meet whenever, and wherever I choose." He stipulated.

"Okay." I responded.

He leaned down and placed the box on the floor in front of me, giving me a condescending and patronising pat on the head as he stood back up.

"That was pretty damn good, but be ready to go longer next time, I will want to really take those lips for a test drive, slut." he said with a laugh before turning and walking out the aisle the way he came.



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 02



Afternoon Jog

I zipped up my pink hoodie as I reached for the front door, knowing the chilly November wind would feel very cold until I got warmed up. I left my cell phone and keys on the table beside the door, not wanting to have them bouncing around in my pocket while I ran. As I opened the door to leave, I heard my husband call out from the family room.

"Have a great jog hun!"

Nervously, I answered, trying to keep my voice from wavering. "I'll see you in forty minutes."

"Wow, long one today! Have a good workout!" he replied as I walked through the door, feeling my cheeks burning with the lie of omission.

I warmed up my legs with a swift walk to the end of the block before taking it up to a light job, heading down the street in the direction of a nearby nature trail. I normally preferred to job on the suburban streets near my home; I had a three mile loop all worked out that always left me breathless and with my legs burning. But today I had a specific goal in mind, and I picked up the pace slightly, knowing that I would be hard pressed to make it to the prearranged point at the park for the agreed upon time. I didn't want to push my luck by being late.

Dave had texted me the day before, letting me know the plan. I in the previous few days he had me send him my daily routine; it was in my own best interest to allow him into my life, so that he could schedule meeting times that would impact my schedule the least. I still 'owed' him 10 more blowjobs in order to have him return the video of our first encounter, and wanted to finish them as soon as I could. I was not much of a hand at sneaking around, but his plan to meet in the park near my home had seemed like a good one. It was relatively neutral ground, and gave me an excellent excuse to get away from my husband for a little while, since I was a regular afternoon jogger.

I reached the entrance to the park on schedule, and wondered which parked car belonged to Dave as I continued on into the woods. The clearing where I was supposed to meet him was just up ahead, and I glanced at my watch. Three minutes ahead of the appointed time; my pace had actually been too fast, I thought to myself with a smile. I didn't see anyone waiting, and took the turn Dave had told me to, down a bumpy trail that lead off to the right of the main one. I could tell immediately from the overgrown weeds that it was rarely used, but even so I felt nervous and self conscious as I looked around for him. Unsure of what to do, and not wanting to look conspicuous, I leaned my butt against a tree and bent down, pretending to tie my shoes.

My head was only down for a few moments when I head the snap of a twig in front of me. Still bent over double, I arched my neck to look up, and found myself making eye contact with Dave less than a foot in front of me. As I tried to straighten up, I felt his hands grasping my shoulders, holding me down so that I came face to face with his belt. With one hand in the middle of my back between my shoulder blades, he held me there, while the other hand began to undo his fly. I glanced past him, towards the main trail, feeling suddenly exposed.

"Shouldn't we head a little deeper into the trees?" I asked with trepidation.

"No. This spot is perfect." he replied with authority. "Now grab onto your ankles and open your mouth."

I did as I was ordered, watching him free his cock from his pants, already raging hard with a bright purple head. It looked like he had been stroking it for the whole morning in anticipation; edging himself for this encounter to maximise the size of his load. I felt my ass being pushed back into the rough bark of the tree behind me, my yoga pants providing little protection from it. While I grasped my ankles, he grasped my head in both hands, bringing his cock towards my lips. I stuck out my tongue to lick his head, but gagged immediately as I found myself licking his balls instead, his cock driving forward forcefully into the back of my throat.

With no pre-amble, he began to fuck my face, hard and fast. I felt my round ass bounce against the tree, and also felt the rough bark pricking at my expensive pants. I could hear myself gagging on his cock as he thrust home into me, and I sensed the copious saliva flowing from my mouth to drip all over his balls and the forest floor at my feet. I heard him grunt with his efforts and it dawned on me that I was taking the face-fucking of a lifetime. It had all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to protest; every ounce of willpower focused solely on catching brief gasps of air around his shaft when I had the chance. I heard myself moan in lust and anguish as he humped my mouth; a sloppy wet sound barely distinguishable from a gurgle. I began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen, semi-conscious as I sustained his barrage of cock thrusts, never once letting go of my ankles.

I was only semi-aware, shaken back to reality by a loud groan, as I felt him pull his cock from my mouth suddenly. I stayed in position, gasping for air as I felt his fist bumping into my forehead while he stroked his cock vigorously. I felt a warm surge of liquid begin to spurt messily out onto my face along my hairline, and tried to arch my head back to cover his cock with my mouth. He avoided me, slathering my face with cum before I caught him between my lips, and swallowed the remainder that leaked from him. He pulled his cock back out, rubbing it onto my cum-coated face while he told me what a good girl I had been. I was in a daze, watching him absentmindedly with the one eye not caked in cum as I caught my breath, finally removing my hands from my ankles to rest them on my knees as I straightened up. Dave walked a few feet away and retrieved his cell phone from where it sat on a nearby stump, the camera lens facing us. He approached me, still training the camera on me as he did.

"Look at this cum-covered slut." he said. "What a good cocksucker she makes."

Self conscious, I wiped the cum from my face with my hands, not thinking about where I could wipe them afterwards. Dave watched with a chuckle as I finally settled on rubbing it into my hair, not wanting to stain my clothes. I rubbed it all into the skin of my face and hair, hoping to hide it with sweat as I ran home. All I could smell was its chlorine-like odour on myself, and I rubbed my sore throat as I straightened my clothes, looking back to make sure I hadn't ripped a hole in my pants.

"Seeya later slut." was all Dave said as he walked swiftly away into the woods.

Glancing again at my watch, I realized more time had passed than I anticipated. Not wanting my husband to get worried, I started home, jogging quickly through the woods before picking the pace up to a run on the streets home. Luckily, by pushing myself, I made it home in just under the forty minutes. I glanced into the mirror beside the front door as I walked in, checking to make sure my husband wouldn't see a stay splatter of cum on my cheek. I looked ravaged, my lips and cheeks bright red from the exertion and friction of the brutal face-fucking I had sustained. My hair was slicked back to my scalp, wet looking from more than just sweat. I blushed an even brighter shade of red as I saw my hubby walking towards me from the kitchen. Not wanting him to get close enough to smell the cum all over me, I bee-lined for the bathroom with a mutter about needing to pee. I heard my husband lean against the outside of the bathroom door and bite crisply into an apple as he spoke me.

"Wow babe! That must have been quite the workout! You look beat!"

He didn't know the half of it! 



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 03



Lunch Break

I texted furiously on my cell phone, occasionally glancing up at the classroom to make sure the children were staying calm and quiet. I acknowledged that my situation didn't give me a lot of latitude to argue with Dave, but I felt like he was now going too far. It had been bad enough that he made me suck him off in a public park, blasting his cum all over my face in the process, but messing with me at work was crossing the line. I put the phone aside and tried to refocus on my class, but my thoughts were elsewhere as I awaited Dave's response.

Not two days earlier, I had been mortified in the staff lounge at work when a fellow teacher began telling a story about something she had seen in the mall the previous weekend. She had recounted a bizarre tale about turning the corner of an aisle in a toy store, only to see a woman on her knees blowing her husband! She had obviously been appalled, and by the time she recovered from her shock and informed the store staff, the couple had disappeared. I made a quick exit from the room once I realized that she hadn't gotten a good look at the woman, worried my bright reed cheeks might give me away. The story was a grim reminder of the risks I was already taking with Dave, and I set my jaw in anger, steeling my nerve to refuse his latest demand.

My phone buzzed quietly on my desk. I blushed as a few children glanced up at me, and discretely put the phone away for a few minutes to walk around and ask how their assignment was going. After a few minutes, unable to wait any longer, I returned to my desk and picked up the phone. Dave's messages were normally very terse, but this one was well written. In no uncertain terms, it told me that he expected my cooperation, or else my husband, as well as his colleagues and business partners, would be receiving a very interesting email and attachment in their inboxes. I wasn't sure if he was bluffing, or actually had the contact info for those people, but I knew I couldn't take the risk. I replied wearily, resigned to my fate, and agreeing to his latest scheme.  

"11:30 sharp." I read, as he responded quickly. "I'll come to your car."

My morning lessons flew by as I waiting anxiously for the lunch bell. When it came I was deep in thought at my desk, and the sharp ringing caused me to jump in my chair. I quietly pulled on my jacket as the students left the classroom for lunch, and made my way to the side door, where fewer coworkers would see me leaving the building. I passed by a few of the older kids and nodded to them when they greeted me. I hurried to my car, wanting to move it to the back part of the lot before Dave arrived. I opened the door and hopped in when I reached it, turning the key and backing out of my spot to make my way to the far end of the lot. As I pulled into a spot there, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and watched as Dave's approached my car with a wide smile on his face.

"You can't be afraid of getting caught?" he asked with mock seriousness as he climbed into my car.

"Of course I am!" I replied.

"Well then you better not try to say no again!" he said, this time fully serious. "Or else a whole lot of people are going to watch you sucking my fat cock online."

I looked down and stammered for a response. None was forthcoming.

"Look," he said in a conciliatory tone, "I just want to get my blowjobs. There is no reason for us to argue about it. Lets just get the ten done, and you can go back to servicing that husband of yours."

I looked up into his eyes. "You promise this ends at ten?"

"Promise." he replied as he began to undo his pants. "Now lets get moving on number two! Lunch break won't last forever."

"Keep an eye out." I said as I dutifully bent my head towards his lap, my breasts resting uncomfortably on the glove box.

I felt Dave relax into the passenger seat of my car as I took his half-hard cock into my mouth. Rather than the face fucking of the previous two encounters, he seemed content this time to let me do all the work. After a few sloppy, wet bobs of my head, I pulled back and slapped his cock against my tongue, and grinned as I felt him harden in response. Despite my misgivings about the context of or encounters, a part of me revelled in my power over his cock, and the fact that I had driven him to this madness in order to secure my continued attentions. I moaned softly as I stroked his shaft, suckling on the head of his cock and lashing it with my tongue. I tasted his precum as it leaked from his head, and sucked it into my mouth to avoid having it stain his pants. I felt Dave's hand stroke my hair in appreciation of my technique.

I rotated my hand as I began to bob my mouth up and down the length of his cock in time with my stroking. I felt his shaft, wider and thicker than my husbands, stretch out my lips as I reached the base, and I held him there moaning with mock contentment. Dave encouraged me verbally, telling me what a good cocksucker I was, and how good I made him feel. I responded enthusiastically, edging him towards orgasm with a faster, sloppier pace. I could hear myself as my sucking mouth slid up and down his shaft, and I used my free hand to reach under and cup his balls through his slacks. I heard and felt him getting closer to cumming in my mouth, and moaned louder as I deep throated to push him over the edge.

I felt him pulse once, and then felt a blast of cum hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I maintained my composure like a professional, pulling back slightly to let is cum continue to fill my mouth. His cum was thick and salty, and seemed to go on for days as he moaned and bucked his hips in response to my slow gentle stroking. When I was sure he was finished, I pulled off him and swallowed the mouthful in two gulps, and then paused to suck the remaining drops from his cock. Licking my lips, I sat up to check my hair and makeup in the mirror while Dave put himself away.

"Thanks." Dave said with an honest smile. "I really needed that today."

"When do you want to meet next?" I asked.

"I'll text you." he replied as he exited my car, and headed off into the parking lot.

Glancing at the clock, I realized I had very little time left to actually eat lunch. Well, I thought to myself, this won't be the first time in your life you've let cum serve as a meal replacement.

"Maybe I'll even lose some weight!" I said aloud with a chuckle as I got out of my car and walked back to work.



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 04



Taxi!

I stood on the street corner in the chilly December air, patiently waiting for Dave to arrive. Conveniently, he called me on a day that I had told my husband I would be doing after-work shopping, saying he would pick me up so we could "knock off" one of the blowjobs I owed him. Owed might have been a strong word, since the only thing I was getting out of the bargain was his cooperation in not releasing the footage and pictures he had taken of our first encounter, when I had sucked him off in return for a highly sought-after toy during a black Friday sale. Never-the-less, I was eager to get the ten blowjobs over with so that I could get back to my life without the constant pressure from Dave to get together and service him. While the fact that I was being forced to perform fellatio on a relative stranger was obviously less that stellar, deep down I knew a part of me drew some enjoyment from the arrangement. Dave, for all his criminally extortionate faults, was clean, dirty minded, and had a very nice cock. Servicing him was far from the worst job I'd ever had to perform.

I was surprised when a cab pulled up in front of me, with Dave riding in the back seat. I had expected him to pick me up in his own car, and with trepidation I responded to his gestures and clambered in. Sitting down beside him I saw that he was still dressed in a suit, and gathered that he must have come straight from work. A cursory inspection of the cab revealed that we had a middle-eastern cab driver whose license listed his name as "Ahmed." I gave David a half-hearted smile and attempted to engage him in small talk in order to figure out exactly what he was up to. In response, he mostly ignored me, opening a newspaper in front of him and reading it while I tried to engage him. After a couple minutes I gave up, and sat back to wait out the cab ride to whatever our destination was.

As if sensing my capitulation, Dave suddenly reached out and grasped my left arm at the wrist. I looked up at him as he guided my hand to his lap, and watched for a response on his face as I gave his already hard shaft a light squeeze through the fabric of his pants. Dave played it cool, and the only response I received was a slight lift of his eyebrows as he went back to scanning the paper, removing his hand from mine to turn the page. Sensing what he wanted, and using the upheld paper as a shield against the driver's prying eyes, I quietly unzipped Dave's pants, reaching in to remove his throbbing shaft. His cock looked fat and hard jutting out from his fly, and I gently stroked it up and down with my hand, watching as a bead of precum formed at the tip. I glance up at the mirror, watching for some response from the cabbie. Though he does seem to make eye contact with me a few times, I don't see any indication that he is aware of what is happening in his back seat.

Emboldened, I leaned over Dave's lap with my head. I paused there, waiting to make sure he wanted me to suck him in the cab, and quickly felt his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me down; exactly the indication I was waiting for. Quietly, I began to bob my head up and down on his cock from the side, holding it upright by the base with my left hand. Dave went back to his paper, bringing it closer to me to better shield my fellatious actions from the driver. I reached my right hand into his pants and cupped his balls, kneading them softly, and was rewarded with a soft moan from Dave that he poorly-disguised as a clearing of his throat.

Wetly, sloppily, but quietly, I sucked Dave's cock in the back of the cab. I jumped slightly when Ahmed began to make small talk with Dave, but felt his soothing hand on the back of my neck, and went back to working his cock as I listened to the two men banter. I couldn't tell if Ahmed knew what was happening, but if he did he was too polite to say anything lewd to Dave. Resting my cheek on his lap to give my mouth a break, I stroked Dave's cock rapidly, kissing his shaft while I did. He caressed my back until the corner of his paper collapsed, much to my horror. Ahmed didn't seem to notice, however, and Dave raised his hand to hold the paper in place again.

I giggled softly at the close call, smiling as I went back to work on Dave's cock. In spite of myself, I found myself enjoying the naughtiness of sucking him off mere feet away from the ignorant cab driver; growing wet between my legs as I slathered his fat cock with my tongue. Sub-consciously, my hand drifted away from Dave's balls, and I put pressure against my pussy, through my pants. I stifled a moan as I pressed, my body shuddering at the feeling of my hand against my clit. I stopped myself then, not wanting to make noises that would give us away, or give Dave the satisfaction of watching me cum with his dick in my mouth. I refocused, and doubled my efforts on his member as the cab began to slow down and travel in suburban rather than city streets. I glanced out the window, and from my low angle on his lap, was unable to see anything but tree tops as we slowly drove around, stopping at regular intervals. I was quickly distracted from my looking around as I felt Dave's hand once again on my head, giving me a squeeze to let me know he was getting close.

I stroked him hard an fast then, holding just the head in my mouth while my hand did all the work to get him off. I felt his ass cheeks and stomach tense, and heard a quiet but sharp intake of breath. I held mine as I felt a copious quantity of Dave's semen erupt into my mouth, and made suction on the end of his cock to keep from spilling. I felt his cum coat my tongue, and rolled that salty liquid around in my mouth as jet after jet followed the first. Unable to hold any more without swallowing, I pulled him out of my mouth, careful not to lose a drop and swallowed loudly, while still stroking his cock against my lips. I felt it oozing more of his pearly juice, and rubbed the head against my lips like gloss, smearing it all over my mouth and even onto my cheeks and upper lip. I heard him slowly let out a hugely deep breath as he tried to regain control, and I slapped his shaft wetly against my face, teasing him and rubbing cum in a sheen all over it.

I slowly raised myself back up, so that I sat beside him, smiling widely and bringing my hand to my face to wipe off some of the cum as I watched Dave put his dick back in his pants. I noticed that for the first time he was watching me intently, and I looked at him quizzically. I followed his eyes as Dave glanced out the car window to my right, and I turned my head to see what he was looking at. I froze with the shock of familiarity as I saw my neighbour's house, and my own fast approaching. Out in the front yard as my husband, dutifully raking leaving, and paying little attention to the oncoming cab. I felt the cab begin to slow, and had a sudden fear that Dave was about to drop me off at home, cum-covered face and all.

I glanced around in horror, not knowing what to do, and found myself staring into Ahmed reflection in the rear view mirror. My eyes locked with his, and though I couldn't see him mouth, I knew he was smiling; that he had been in on it all along. My eyes darted back to my yard as we slowly cruised by, though to my relief we didn't stop. I stared as we continued past, turning my head to watch out the rear windshield as my husband stood up straight, arching his back to take a break from raking. Just before we turned the corner off my street, I swore my husband looked right at me. Though I knew there was no way he could see me through the glare on the windshield, I shuddered to think of what he was missing: his loving wife sitting in a cab with a relative stranger, face coated with, and mouth tasting of cum. And worse yet; she liked it. 

I knew I should be mad, I knew I should scream at Dave and Ahmed both. But instead I found myself biting my lip as I put pressure between my legs again. I didn't look at Dave, though I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head as I continued to face the rear of the cab. Pressed into my clit hard, and felt myself begin to shake as I quietly convulsed in the throes of orgasm. When I had recovered and caught my breath, I turned back around, and ungrammatically wiped the cum off of my face, removing it with a Kleenex from my purse. I maintained an icy silence as we pulled up to the lot my car was parked in.

"Seven left!" Dave called out as I exited the cab.



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 05



Christmas Play

"Here?" I asked with incredulity. "Now!?!?"

"Right this second." He answered. "Or else hubby gets to see some pictures of what a mess we made the other day."

I shuddered inwardly at the thought of losing my husband of seven years over the foolish tryst I had with Dave over a week earlier. Unbeknownst to me, he had taken pictures and video of that first time, and had then used those shots to blackmail me into servicing him since. The deal we had agreed to was ten blowjobs, whenever, and wherever he wanted them. I wondered if he would keep the deal when it was all over as I sighed and sank to my knees in front of him.

"Make it fast." I said with resignation. "I have to be on stage in fifteen minutes."

Dave smirked in response, as he undid his belt and fly. 

"The only show you need to worry about is the one you're about to put on for me."

I adjusted the ring of the golden "halo" I wore as I assumed the position on my knees: my mouth open wide, hands at my side, eyes locked with his, and chest thrust out proudly before me as I knelt on my heels. I felt ludicrous in my cheap Angel costume, licking my lips to wet them in anticipation of the face fucking I was about to receive. Dave must have found it funny as well, and he laughed as he wagged his half-hard cock at my face, beckoning me.

"Well?" He asked. "You're the one in a hurry, better get to work."

He watched, smug grin spread across his face, as I shuffled on the hard wood of the stage floor to bring myself in front of him. I started nervously when I accidentally bumped into the flimsy plywood backdrop, as it shook on its supports. I steadied it and looked up at Dave, grinning nervously.

"You could have picked somewhere a little more private." I admonished, smiling despite myself.

"Now where is the fun in that?" he asked rhetorically as he pushed his hardening cock into my open mouth.

I sighed inwardly as he started to slowly move his cock around inside my mouth, gripping it by the base as I lashed it with my tongue. I slurped on his cock loudly, knowing that the ambient noise of over forty children separated from us by only a this sheet of plywood and a curtain would more than cover the sounds of my voracious mouth at work on his cock. Truth be told, Dave's insidious blackmail was actually a welcome change of pace in my married life which had long since grown monotonous, and I was already looking forward to the next risky places he would make me suck him off. I felt myself growing wet at the thought, as well as from the feeling of his cock reaching peak rigidity in my mouth.

My hands twitched involuntarily in my lap as I struggled to hold back from gagging loudly while Dave began to thrust himself deep into my mouth. Though he still worked slowly, the steely, unbending hardness of his shaft pushing against my throat, causing it to convulse loudly on his cock.

*GAK* The unmistakable sound of a fat cock assaulting a throat rang loudly backstage.

"Shhhh." Dave chided with a wink. "Keep it down or the kids will hear."

I struggled not to laugh, knowing that it would messily expel saliva all over my costume. As my saliva began to lubricate his cock, I felt Dave's head begin to enter my throat, which loosened as he slowly built up speed, working his way into a deep throat face fucking. I moaned around is cock as I felt it stretch my throat and mouth, filling me to the point of overflowing with his thick, hard meat.

Through the very thin barrier, I listened as the multitude of children got dressed in their costumes, rehearsed their lines, and horsed around as teachers and parent volunteers chivvied them into their positions for the grade 3 Christmas Play. Slowly, while I knelt getting my mouth reamed by Dave's fat cock, I could heard the rising background noise of the crowd beginning to gather; parents exchanging salutations and they settled into their seats before the curtain call. Unable to glance down at my watch, I estimated that almost 10 minutes had gone by since I started sucking on Dave's meat, and I began to hope he would hurry the process and finish soon.

As if reading my mind, Dave's pace increased. I felt his grip on my head tighten as he began to thrust into my mouth in earnest, my mouth making sloppy sucking sounds as I struggled to prevent saliva from leaking out. I heard him grunt as he fucked me, his breathing quickening in time with his thrusts. I felt my halo bouncing atop my head in time with his thrusts, and I moaned softly and pushed my head against him, trying to meet each pump of his dick, urging him to cum. I'll have to swallow it all, I thought, and make sure to catch any drips with my hand as he pulls out so I don't ruin my costume before I head out. Dave, oblivious and indifferent to my plans, only increased his pace further, humping my lips brutally. I was amazed at his stamina, and wondered if he had jerked off recently in order to make it last longer. 

"Lucia, are you back here?" My husbands voice cut through the background noise like a knife. "Excuse me, but have you seen my wife?" I heard him asking one of my coworkers.

Dave chuckled to himself, and I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, thinking how awful it would be to get caught on my knees like this. I felt ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I felt a surge of excitement knowing that my hubby was so close to me while my mouth was stretched wide around another man's penis. I squirmed as my pussy pulsed at the thought, which did not escape Dave's notice. I heard my coworkers send my husband off to search for me in the nearby teacher's lounge, and felt a sigh of relief as I heard his heavy footsteps walk away.

"Did you like that you dirty cocksucker?" Dave asked at little above a whisper, his voice slowly rising as he continued to batter my mouth. "Did you like hearing your husbands voice while getting fed another man's cock?"

I moaned in honest affirmative, eyes rolling back in my head as I felt a wave of pleasure run through me at the thought. Truth be told, I was loving every second of Dave using me as a holster for his weapon despite my fears of being caught; maybe even because of them. As I listened to him continue to call me names, as he approached orgasm, I became very aware of the silence of the crowd and children nearby. Suddenly, I heard the curtain slide open, and the applause of the attending parents in the crowd as I knew the play was beginning. I flinched at the sound and gagged while futilely pushing on Dave's legs, desperate to get in position for my cue to lead some students on stage as a member of a party of Angels. Looking up with pleading eyes, Dave only shook his head in response.

"First you make me cum, then you get to go on stage, slut." He said, leaving no room for negotiation around the girth of his fuckstick.

Redoubling my efforts, I started to retch quietly on his cock as I voraciously sucked him, matching his pace thrust for thrust. Reaching around his butt I pulled him harder into me, urging him on to completion.

"That's it. That's a good cocksucker. I'm getting close." Dave announced.

I listened to the dialogue of one Shepherd to another, recognising from the lines that my cue was less than a minute away. Thankfully I felt Dave's balls tighten and his cock pulse, and I prepared myself to swallow.

"I'm cumming!" Dave groaned softly.

I was not prepared for what he did next. Grasping my head hard by my hair, Dave pulled me onto him, and thrust forward powerfully at the same time. I felt his cum blast into my throat, filling me before I had the chance to take a deep breath and prepare to deep throat him. Against my will, my body revolted against my iron discipline, and I found myself coughing uncontrollably. I brought my hands quickly to my mouth, but too late, as cum shot out the edges of my mouth around his shaft, and poured out of my nose. Dave, gasping for air, laughed as he shook and launched the remainder of his load into my mouth, pulling back slightly to allow me to gulp it down.

Unable to pause for even a second, I pulled back off of his cock, and worked to straighten my costume. My hair was awry, and my eyes glistened with tears as I hastily licked my fingers clean of cum. A glob of cum on my white robe was quickly wiped up, and followed the cum on my hands down to my stomach. I heard the line that should cue me to lead the pilgrims to the stage as I rushed to wipe my face clean and straighten me halo before walking out. Sniffing to clear the cum from my nose, glanced back to see Dave, looking content, watching me with a smug grin and his cock dangling limp and heavy from his fly. He gave me a wink as I pushed through the curtain and joined my students for their play.



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 06



I laughed along with my husband at his boss' lame jokes, wishing to be almost anywhere else. Despite the prosperity of his law firm, they seemed reluctant to put much money into their Christmas party, and I stood sipping my second glass of incredibly cheap wine of the evening, trying to hide my distaste for its flavour. That didn't stop my husband of course, who had been drinking heavily and enjoying himself profusely in the process. I knew that showing me off, and mingling with his coworkers was important to my husband both socially and professionally, and so I put on my best fake smile and nodded along with the various lawyer stories, feigning interest, dismay and shock where appropriate. Unfortunately for me he was not with an interesting trail firm; no, his workplace stories involved the more nuanced and delicate profession of commercial law. I struggled to keep my eyes from glazing over with boredom as his boss started a new tale of the intimacies of tax evasion.

The only thing that kept the party interesting for me was the not-so-subtle glances I received from many of my husband's coworkers. Decked out in a slinky red cocktail dress, complete with diamond earrings, black heels, and an up do. I knew my husband was revelling in the attention I received; he always had viewed snagging me as a feather in his cap. For my part, I returned the glances with small grins and sultry eyes from beneath fluttering lashes. The attention reminded me that I hadn't lost my charms over the course of our marriage, and in fact, given the particular attention Dave had been lavishing upon me, far from it. As if on cue, I jumped slightly as I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my small black clutch.

"Hun, I'm just going to run to the ladies' room." I turned and said to my husband, giving his arm a squeeze.

"No problem!" he replied with a smile, before going back to his boss' story.

I walked as swiftly as my tight dress would allow towards the washroom, trying to keep my cheeks from flushing with embarrassment. Maybe its just my sister texting me, I thought as I pushed through the door, knowing deep down that it wasn't. I knew it would be Dave before I even turned on the screen. The phone buzzed in my hand, making me jump as I tried to check the messages. Sure enough, it was Dave; telling me that he was in the neighbourhood and wanted a blowjob right that second. I instantly regretted having mentioned the party to him previously; my intent was for him to use my schedule to book his blowjobs around my plans. Instead he seemed to take pride in interrupting them in order to feed me his shaft. I reply asking where he is, hoping to be able to convince him that I couldn't slip away from the building for long enough to service him. To my dismay, his reply came almost instantly.

"Meet me in the stairwell on the 8th floor."

Nervous about being caught, but knowing that I couldn't say no, I snapped my phone closed and pushed back out of the ladies room. I glanced around, and seeing my husband busy across the room, made for the stairwell. Given that it was night, and the building was well-serviced by elevators, the stairwell was as deserted as I expected. My heels echoed loudly in the enclosed space as I hurried down the stairs towards the eighth floor. As I rounded the corner on the ninth floor and head down to the eighth, I saw him standing there with an impatient look on your face. From the way your balance wavered, I could tell he had a good deal of liquor on board as well. I smiled in an attempt to brighten his drunkenly glowering face but was surprised by his response.

"What took you so long?" he demanded, slightly slurring his words.

"What do you mean?" I asked in genuine confusion. "I came straight here as fast as I could!"

"Shut up your excuses and get on your knees bitch."

Well, I thought, I guess that's how its going to be tonight. Wanting to get things over with quickly and return to the party, I squatted down in my tight dress lowering myself so that I could assume my position on my knees. Before I got the chance, Dave stepped forward with one powerful stride, knocking me backwards with his lower body. I would have fallen onto my butt on the floor were it not for the corner of the stairwell wall behind me., and instead found myself with my butt and the back of my head wedged into place against the cold cinderblock walls. Before I could protest or even think, I heard him undo his zipper and found the head of his dick pressing against my lips.

I was shocked by the speed at which things developed, and found myself gagging slightly as the strong smell of sex wafted off of Dave's cock and into my nostrils. It smelled strongly of pussy, and I suspected he hadn't washed since fucking his wife earlier that day. I grimaced, and attempted to turn my head away from his semi-flaccid meat, but found my head trapped by the corner walls. I felt his shaft thicken and grow harder as he pressed it into my face, smearing a trail of precum across my right cheek, under my eye.

"Fucking take it, slut!" he growled menacingly while grinding his crotch into my face.

I felt Dave's hands reach down and grip me by the jaw bone, pulling back for a moment to turn my face back forward. He held me in place firmly as his mushroom head came forward again to press against my lips. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and felt his salty tip enter me, pushing past my lips and deep into my oral cavity. I tried to tease his head with my tongue, but in mere moments it pushed past, deeper into me, until it hit the entrance to my throat. Slowly, I felt him pull back, and I took a deep breath while the head hovered just inside my lips before driving, slowly, deep into me again. This time he pushed harder, until my nose was pressed against the zipper of his slacks, and his cock head entered my throat. He still held my jaw in his firm, strong hands as he began to fuck my face using slow strokes, steady and deep. Every two or three thrusts, I felt my gag reflex react to his intense pressure, but began to relax a bit as his meat became well lubricated with thick saliva from my throat.

Just as I start to get comfortable with Dave's depth and pace, I feel him begin to increase the speed of his thrusts. Thankfully his depth decreased as he did so, and I found myself being face fucked quite hard against the wall, with just barely enough time and space to gasp for air through my nostrils between thrusts. I struggled to maintain my composure as I felt his tempo increase still further, and began to gag loudly. With my head pinned into the corner, I had no space to pull back and I fidgeted with my hands as I tried to hang in there, not wanting to upset Dave by pushing away. In fact, I was surprised to find myself secretly enjoying the challenge, wanting to taking the brutal face fucking in stride to prove that he hadn't broken my will. As if egged on by my willingness, I felt him begin to drive his shaft deeper into me, harder, gagging me and making me cough up spit around the edges of his base. His pants began to soak up saliva, making a dark wet stain on their front. In the tall, narrow stairwell, the sounds of my gagging and your grunting with effort echoed together, making a perverted symphony in the enclosed space.

My eyes began to water as Dave somehow sustained the pace of the throat fucking he gave me, and I knew my mascara would be beginning to run down my face. Concerned at what I would look like when he was done with me, I let out a long, low groan of frustration at both Dave's disregard for my need to return to my husband and the series of events that had brought me there; squatting down in a slinky red cocktail dress while a drunken man I wasn't married to pounded his fat dick in and out of my mouth. On hearing me, and feeling the vibrations of my mouth on his member, Dave mistook my groan for a moan of lust and hammered his cock home, holding it deep inside my throat where I felt it finally pulse and jump, dumping his sizable load straight down my throat. He held himself there, grunting and groaning himself until his balls were empty, and I was desperate for air. 

Slowly, he pulled himself back out of my throat, pausing in my mouth while I applied suction to prevent any of the sloppy remnants from spilling out onto my dress. Squeezing out the last few drops with his hand, Dave watched me, with genuine admiration in his eyes while I swallowed them down. I stood unsteadily, and he watched me, leaning against the wall with his half-hard cock still dangling from his fly heavily. I give myself a quick once-over, noticing the few drops of saliva on the hem of my dress but dismissing them as few people would ever notice. Moving with as much dignity as I could muster, I took a small compact from my clutch, and as Dave continued to watch me used some disposable wipes to removed the destroyed makeup from my cheeks., which were pink with exertion. As I made myself at least half-way presentable, I hoped to myself that my husband would be too drunk to notice the state of appearance. Giving Dave only a sidelong glance and nod, I began to head back upstairs to the party while he caught his breath against the wall, watching me go.

When I reached the fifteenth floor, I pushed through the stairwell door, intending to head directly to the bathroom to rinse the cum smell out my mouth and attempt to reapply my makeup in proper lighting. Almost immediately, I found myself confronted by my husband, a drunken grin plastered to his face.

"There's my beautiful wife!" he exclaimed, drawing me into his arms tightly.

Before I could protest or push him away, he leaned in and kissed me deeply; a wet drunken slobber that left me horrified that he would notice the taste and smell or cock in my mouth. For an instant he froze, and I felt my heart leap into my throat as he pulled away from me, a quizzical look of confusion on his face. I held my breath, as his mouth began to move wordlessly, and his face paled to a shade of white. To my shock, and disgust, he suddenly let me go, turning away to vomit explosively into a nearby potted plant. As he leaned forward, hands against the wall holding him up, I rubbed his back reassuringly.

"Sorry hunny." he mumbled drunkenly. "Too much rum tonight."



Holiday Blackmail Ch. 07



My hands shook as I pressed the keys on my cell phone, writing back angrily to Dave. Not this time! I swore to myself, cursing under my breath as I walked towards the bathroom. After reading the text I had told my husband I needed to pee, and he reminded me to hurry since our plane was boarding soon. Not this time! I repeated to myself again, blinking away tears of impotence and frustration.

It had all started with something so simple; a mistake made out of a desire to keep Dave happy with our "arrangement" and prevent him from becoming upset and carrying out his threats to expose his pictures and videos of my sucking his cock to the world. Thinking only to let him know I wouldn't be available for two weeks, I had told Dave about my vacation plans with hubby; that we were planning on leaving for Cuba in January. Foolishly, I even gave him our travel itinerary, so that he wouldn't think I was lying to him to get out of my "duties" for a few weeks. At the time, he seemed to take it all in stride, but suddenly two weeks later I found myself at the airport answering a text message of an appalling nature. I gritted my teeth as I pushed my way into the bathroom stall, sitting down while I waited for his response.

"I'm not doing this." I reassured myself quietly in the bathroom stall. "I'm not!"

My phone vibrated loudly, echoing in the enclosed space. I took a deep breath and opened the message.

"I'm coming in to the bathroom now." It read.

I nearly fell of the toilet in surprise as I read the message. What!?!? No, he can't be... my internal monologue was cut short as I heard the main bathroom door swing open, followed by sharp footsteps on the cold tile floor. I held my breath, hoping against hope that it was anyone else but Dave. A sharp knock on the stall door sank that hope to the bottom of an abyss as I heard Dave's confident voice follow it.

"We're alone in here, Lucia. Open the door."

"My husband is right out there waiting..." I began, before being cut short by Dave's immediate rebuttal.

"I placed a cleaning in progress sign by the door. We won't be disturbed."

I bit my lip, fighting back tears. "Dave, I just want to get on my flight..."

"And you will." he assured me. "The sooner you open this door, the sooner you can go and join your husband for your vacation."

Responding to my silent pause, he went on, his voice oozing charm. "I promise I'll be quick, and I won't make a mess. Just open the door."

My will to resist crumbled. I reached out and unlocked the door, pulling my hand back as it swung inwards to reveal Dave, grinning ear to ear as he stared down at me.

"Hello you beautiful cocksucker." he said, eyes alight with mischief and excitement. "Open wide."

Like some kind of blowjob automaton, I complied, resigned yet again to Dave's insistent demands on my mouth. Unlike the previous encounters, I found myself not at all aroused, and instead simply nervous and impatient to get things over with. Ten minutes and I can be on the plane with my husband. I thought to myself. Ten minutes of cocksucking and I can be on my way.

In an instant I found Dave's flaccid cock between my lips, the familiar scent of his manhood filling my nostrils. On autopilot, I busied my hands in pulling his pants gently to his ankles, and then tickling his balls as I felt his shaft begin to stiffen. I used my tongue to tease him as he hardened, and once he was firm enough I bobbed my head gently creating friction to help him grow still more. In moments he was rock hard, his dick filling my mouth and pressuring the entrance of my throat. I gagged softly, and swallowed the resulting saliva to prevent it dripping on my flowered sun dress.

"That's a good slut." Dave encouraged. "Suck that fat cock like you love me."

My nostrils flared as a sigh escaped through my nose, after which I picked up the pace of my sucking, working my hand along with my mouth. I stroked him up and down, twisting slightly to increase the friction and hopefully bring him to orgasm more quickly. Unusually, Dave made no move to help me along, but remained perfectly still instead of humping my mouth with his fuckstick. I felt his hands caress my hair lightly as I worked, and despite myself I moaned softly in appreciation for the minor scalp massage. Dave was quick to respond.

"That's it baby. Moan on my cock like the good whore you are."

Hoping to speed him along to completion, I did as I was told, moaning like a professional porn star as I worked over his stiff cock. Still, Dave remained oddly still, simply watching me suck him off with slightly less than my usual gusto. Just a little longer I thought, and it will all be over and I'll be on my way to Cuba. 

As if reading my thoughts, Dave grinned down and taunted me. "Your flight should be boarding any minute now, slut. Better pick up the pace."

Sighing again, I reached behind Dave's butt, pull him into my an encouraging him to fuck my throat, exactly as I assumed he wanted. To my surprise, he shook his head slowly no, and leered down at me.

"Uh uh hunny. If you want this load you're going to have to earn it yourself." he said. "Fuck my cock with your mouth, and be quick or you'll miss that flight!"

Knowing he wasn't exaggerating, I opened my mouth wide, taking a deep breath around his shaft before impaling my throat onto his thick cock head. Gagging loudly, I was spurred on my Dave's moan of appreciation, and knowing it would be the fastest way to get him off, I began thrust my head forward over and over, loudly pistoning my throat onto his tool.

*GAK GAK GAK* my throat squelched and I gagged with each bob. I felt my saliva begin to pool, running down my tongue as I feebly attempted to suck it back into my mouth. My tongue outstretched as if trying to reach his balls, I continued to hammer my face home towards his crotch, desperate to reach my gate in time. I felt my eyes running with tears and my cheeks flushing with effort, and still I endured, desperate to make Dave cum.

My hard work was rewarded without warning. Shocked by the sudden flood of cum as Dave leaned his dick towards, pulsing jet after jet directly into my throat, I gagged violently, spewing cum all over the front of my sun dress. I tried to calm myself, and swallow what cum I could, but Dave deftly pulled back and wiped his leaking remainder onto my lips and nose, slapping his heavy and softening cock into my face.

"Good little slut, that should tide me over till you get back." Dave said with a laugh.

Suddenly the PA system kicked in, loud within the confines of the bathroom.

"Last call for boarding for CANJET flight 6026 to Varadero..."

"That's you, better get going my luscious cocksucker." Dave intoned humourlessly as he strolled out of the bathroom.

Working quickly, I ran to the mirror, trying desperately to save what I could of my makeup. Using a paper towel I removed Dave's cum from my nose and lips, and wiped the worst of it from my dress. Thank god its white! I thought as I rubbed quickly at the wet stains. Knowing I was running out of time I bolted for the door, and headed towards the gate. I was relieved to see my husband, ever the gallant gentleman, was already on board the plane without me, and knew I would have a last chance to wipe the remnants of cum from my face as I boarded the plane. 

Breathing a sigh relief, I calmed myself, and showed my ID to the attendant at the gate, whose raised eyebrows at the state of my hair, clothes, and makeup let me know just what a mess I was. But I refused to be stressed by it, knowing that for two weeks at least, I would be free of Dave's insistent and demanding cock!



Holiday Blackmail



"Time." She had trouble peeling herself off of him, and reluctantly turned to see who was next. She was looking at a sofa with 3 young men sitting on it, grinning like Cheshire cats at her. Without thinking of the consequences she just lay down on her back across them all and stretched her arms out above her head, pulling the young man down to her and kissing him deeply. The man in the middle bent forward and helped himself to her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her erect nipples. The man at the end pulled her skirt up over her waist and with a quick yank he pulled her knickers down and off and started finger fucking her again. Maria was in ecstasy now, she forgot all about Mike as she spread her legs wide to give them better access to her now dripping pussy. As she writhed around on the sofa she could feel hands all over her body, feeling her everywhere from her tits down to her ankles. Her pussy was being constantly fingered and she could even feel the occasional finger gently probing her arse.

Suddenly the hands disappeared and everyone moved away. "Maria, this is Rob, our groom. Remember our little arrangement??" said Dave. She sat up and looked in front of her. There was a dining room style chair in the middle of the room with a man sitting on it, naked, with his hands tied behind his back and sporting a huge erection. She stood up and walked over to him, straddling the chair so she was stood directly over his cock and stuck her large tits into his face. Rob loved this, he started licking and sucking furiously on her sensitive nipples driving her wild. Everyone started chanting "Fuck him, Fuck him" over and over until she obliged, gently lowering herself down until she was sat on his lap, his cock deep inside her. She started fucking him, bouncing up and down on his lap, her tits bouncing wildly in front of his face amid cheers from the crowd. The muscles in her legs were killing her as she pounded him, and she soon got her reward. Rob moaned loudly then came deep inside her pussy as she squeezed every last drop from him. Exhausted she climbed off, only to be confronted by the sight of around a dozen young men naked, all sporting hard-ons. Someone put their hands on her shoulders pushing her down to the ground and onto her back, she was too tired to object, she just let it happen. He parted her legs and in one movement buried his cock deep into her wet pussy. Maria lay her head back on the floor and accepted the inevitable. She knew they'd all fuck her, but accepted her fate. One by one they fucked her pussy while at the same time others forced their hard cocks into her mouth, she could taste herself and the cum of god knows how many of these guys. Despite thinking how wrong it was, she felt herself cum again and again. She was sure some even came back for seconds. 

Eventually they all had their fill. They helped her to stand up and steady herself. She was a sight, she had cum all in her hair, on her face and could even feel it running down her inside legs. "Can I go now" she asked meekly. 

"Yes, it's getting late" replied a satisfied Dave. "Tell you what though, just put your skirt on, you can leave the rest. And leave all the cum in your hair and face. Go back to your room and wipe it all over your drunken husband." With that, he threw her skirt to her. She just stared at him, defeated, and proceeded to put it on. It did little to hide what had happened to her, there was already cum dribbling down her leg below the bottom of the hem line. She walked, half limping out the door towards the stairs, she didn't dare call the elevator in case someone was in it and saw her. As she reached the end of the hallway she heard Dave shout;

"We're here for another week yet. See you tomorrow....."