3 comments/ 168880 views/ 31 favorites Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 01 By: JRob It sounds like a cliché, but it's absolutely true: Kelly Ann Peters had it all. Kelly Ann was a stunning redhead, slim but put together in all the right places. A 34B top coupled teamed with a deceptively cute ass and her perfectly toned legs which went on forever. She looked great in shorts, but awesome in a miniskirt. She worked that body well, sliding her hips too and fro, magnetizing the gazes of guys in tantalizing way only girls with a special gift could accomplish. A flirt since her teenage years, the now 22-year-old had snatched the heart of James B. Jackson. Young Mr. Jackson wasn't a looker, a football star or a brain. Yet he had what every girl wanted: good old fashioned American cash. The son of the wealthiest man in Middleburg --- a place where wealth was merely an adjective measured in degrees --- James had the pick of the best women from miles around, and he used them for as long as HE wanted and then discarded them like yesterday's wrinkled newspaper. Everyone knew he wasn't about to settle down. He had a pick of the litter. And for every girl he dumped, scores awaited his call. That is, until he met the desirable, virginal Kelly Ann Peters. The girl was the crème du la crème of area ladies, and James set out to conquer her and all her sensual charms. Kelly, though, was a bit old fashioned, and had ideas of a long-term, not short-term relationship. Oh, she took his call, dated him and was paraded around to all the best restaurants and savoir faire functions. After several dates she'd neck with James, swapping spit with the rich boy, but never giving in to his carnal desires. Oh, she promised she would, "one day", but left him with a hurting case of blue balls date after date. Her rejection of his advances only made Kelly Ann more desirable to the high society boy. Oh, he would leave their dates with a hard-on, only to have it taken care of by a more willing girl on the sly. Yet when he finally arrived home he wasn't thinking of the girl who put out for him in the back seat of his BMW or no-tell motel. Rather, it was the Mount Everest of area women, Kelly Ann Peters. Her plan worked, as the dapper, manly James decided to settle down with Kelly. Why not? He figured she'd be the trophy wife, and banging her would be a crowning achievement. The wedding date was set, the honeymoon paid for by James' father, and the down payment on their first house was complete. All that was left was the royal wedding. Kelly was euphoric, a princess who would be marrying her king and living her dream. It wouldn't be long before she bagged the sparkling new Mercedes, the mornings at the spa and afternoons at the club. So why am I telling you this? Well, Kelly was days away from a perfect life. All I had was an explicit video tape. Uh huh, a much younger Kelly Ann Peters was the star of a X rated movie, filmed when she was 18, drunk, and in the mood for adventure. That adventure meant sex, a whole lot of raunchy sex. I know all about her adventure in stardom, you see, because not only did I shoot much of the video, but I also had one of the lead scenes with the girl. It happened so innocently. Kelly Ann was a close friend of my sister Tara, a frequent visitor to our home. Being 18 months older than the flirtatious two girls, I'd spend weekend nights hanging out with them in our basement, playing pool and sneaking drinks from my dad's bar. Oh, I dated, but there were times when hanging out at home was a lot more pleasing on the eyes than getting shot down by a prim and proper girl. As it happened, Tara had a crush on my friend Jimmy, a frequent visitor to the basement pool table sessions that included several of my friends. After months of hanging out, the two clicked one night and slipped upstairs for a make-out session. I know, because I accidentally caught them in a touchy, feely lover's embrace. It became a regular occurrence, Jimmy coming over, he and Tara slipping to a quiet rendezvous, the rest of us playing pool. One Saturday night the expected happened, Tara and Jimmy slipped away, leaving the rest of us laughing and teasing and, after a bit, drinking. Kelly Ann was hitting the liquor cabinet early that night, especially after Tara disappeared with Jimmy for their full contact love-wrestling bout. Don, Tom and I were not hesitant to fill her glass whenever it was less than half full. Soon, she was slurring words, laughing at inane jokes and becoming friendlier as the night went on. Nobody was complaining. Heck, she was not only pleasing to look at as well as fun to be with. Unlike a lot of pretty girls, she actually liked being with us geeks. We played game after game of nine ball and drank drink after drink, and soon Kelly Ann was slurring her words and wobbling around the table. Being the gentlemen we were we shut her off from any more liquor...until she'd give each of us a kiss. I know it was corny, but, hey, it worked. Soon the soused girl was swapping spit with three horny guys before we'd refill her glass. Kisses graduated to little feels as she'd earn shots, and soon those shots were taken by the guys as well...from a shot glass conveniently placed between Kelly's ample breasts. We were all laughing and having a great time when Kelly wondered out loud what Tara and Jimmy were up to. "Bet they're making out," guessed Tom. "Maybe even more than that," chimed in Don. Kelly listened and nodded her head, taking another long draw of her adult beverage of choice this evening, Grey Goose Vodka and cranberry juice. Seconds later the guys were stopped in their tracks by the trembling voice of the young woman. "I bet she has his cock out," slurred Kelly Ann with certainty. She looked at us, one by one, then lowered her head and shocked us with a low-voiced statement: "I bet he has a big one." We just all stared at the girl. None of us knew what to say to that statement. Then she shocked us once again. "You know, I've never even seen a real cock, I mean, other than a young boys while giving a bath while babysitting. But Tara, um, she's so lucky! She said she might go a little farther tonight." Three heads and six eyes gazed at Kelly Ann, each of us with a boner bouncing in our underwear as a deafening silence took over the room. We didn't know whether to slither upstairs and voyeur on my sister, or continue to let Kelly Ann babble on in her drunken state. Tom broke the quiet, taking matters into his own hands. "I'd be happy to show you mine, Kelly Ann." "Look at this, Kelly Ann," added Don, unzipping his jeans. He was joking, of course, but when Kelly Ann said "go on" he went for it. Soon both of my friends were displaying their erect dicks to the wide-eyed woman. Her eyes were riveted on the male flesh. It was a surrealistic session. A quiet came over the room. "Can I touch?" she demurely asked in a whisper. Neither boy quarreled with her request, nor Kelly Ann Peters, right before my eyes, reached out and wrapped her fingers around Tom and Don's pulsating dicks. She slowly began to stroke them, almost as if in a trance. She ran each hand along the cocks, feeling all over the pulsating male flesh. Her fingers sort of stroked the boys, and every so often she'd wrap her hands around the dicks and merely held on...like she might at the grocery store when inspecting vegetables or fruit. Somehow I got the idea to grab my video camera, which just happened to be sitting on the far side of the room. "This is pretty as a picture," I said, turning on the red light and zooming in on the action. Kelly Ann was oblivious to it all, stroking the boys slowly, savoring the male meat. My actions apparently eluded each of my friends. "They are so hard, yet so s-s-soft," slurred the girl, marveling about the boys' dicks. "They feel so powerful, yet they are also so, well, sen..sen...sual." I sat the camera on a ledge across from the action, taking a quick look through the viewfinder to ensure I was capturing the x-rated acts. I walked over and unzipped my pants, slipping out my cock. Kelly Ann laughed, saying she only had two hands. Hum, she was sober enough to count to three! Tom came up with the perfect plan. "You can kiss me while you stroke these guys," said the boy. I thought they'd make out, but boy, I was surprised. Unbelievably, Kelly Ann slipped to her knees without missing a beat. "I've always wanted to try this, be careful, okay?" Opening her mouth, Kelly closed her eyes as Tom slipped his rock solid meat into her tongue...accompanied by groans and moans on both of their parts. Her left hand went to my dick, right hand to Don's, and soon the drunken girl was stroking a pair of men while sucking on the knob of another. Her hand felt nothing like mine when I jacked off. It was soft, yet insistent. Watching, my dick felt like it was encased in silk. She used just the right pressure to bring out a rock-hard erection. Somehow, she was able to stroke and suck at the same time. That took some doing, given her drunken state, but the three guys were anything but embarrassed my the situation. The three of us wouldn't shower together in gym class, yet on this night our dicks were bare as we moaned and groaned to the lovely girl's ministrations. Tom was either in agony or ecstasy. Kelly Ann worked on my friend like an experienced fellatrix. She alternated kisses with licks and sucks, bringing forth pleading encouragement. Her sucking didn't last long, as it didn't take much time for Tom to wrap his hands around her head and begin a firm rocking that soon resulted in his gasping then shooting ropes of cum into her hungry wet mouth. Tom had barely finished before Don pushed him aside and replaced his shrinking dick with his own hard sausage. The scene repeated itself, as all of us were unbelievably hot. Don couldn't have lasted two minutes before depositing his semen between her milking lips and along her cheek. . "Well," she said to me, smiling as she rubbed Don's leftover cum into her face. "Are you next?" Damn right. I moved in front of the girl, stroked my cock and then directed it to her willing mouth. I will never forget the sensation of her wet lips on my dick. It was unbelievable. Kelly Ann was beautiful. She worked the tip of my cock, and then slowly slid her mouth down my rod. I couldn't believe we'd taken her oral virginity, well, I guess that was Tom, but hey, who's counting? Being third, her mouth was tired, so she used her hand to jerk me off, all the while kissing the shaft, balls and tip. I rocked and lasted less than the other guys, pulling out my cock at the moment of truth and shooting gobs of sticky sauce onto the beautiful girls' rosy red face. There was a bit of uneasiness as we zipped up, and Kelly Ann slipped into the basement powder room. When she emerged, she smiled and said something to the effect that "this will be our little secret, right." Who were we to argue? Each of us attempted to date Kelly Ann, only to be rebuffed. "We're friends," she'd say, "and dating ruins friendships." Ah, I remembered that night like it was yesterday, using it as my source of masturbatory interludes over the next couple years. I copied the tape...it wasn't great, some of it was of the wall as we must have moved out of range, but there was no doubt who the star was. I edited out the dead space, keeping 18 minutes of pure triple-X action. Filing it away, I wondered if I'd ever find a use for it other than nocturnal pleasures. When I read about the engagement of Kelly Ann and James B. Jackson in the local newspaper, I got an idea of how to use that tape to its best advantage. Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 02 (Note: Reading Chapter I of this story will add some perspective for the reader) * Women are strange, aren't they? I mean, men are too, but women, well, who can figure out what they are thinking at any particular point in time. I mean, I guess there is no etiquette for what happened in my basement that special night. The vision of prim, proper, virginal Kelly Ann Peters sucking off my friends Tom, Dan and I in rapid succession was burnt into our memory. It was an exciting, erotic night, but while the guys were uncomfortable around the girl, Kelly Ann acted as if nothing happened. You would have thought she'd be embarrassed, humiliated, something, anything. It could have been a dream or a he said, she said argument, except for the fact that I had much of the rendezvous on video tape. In the weeks following Kelly Ann's fellatio experience each of us asked for a date in hopes of a repeat performance. Kelly Ann turned us town, saying she wasn't looking for a boyfriend, but never even remotely mentioned that special evening. She didn't say a word to my sister Tara about her orally pleasing us, nor did she miss our weekly billiards session for the next several weeks. On those nights she didn't mention a thing, never intimated anything had happened nor did she treat us any different than she had before the episode. It was almost as if she had been totally inebriated that night. Each of us was afraid to bring up the subject, wondering what kind of wrath would follow if Kelly Ann didn't remember anything, or worse. I will admit I didn't forget a single detail of that Saturday night when prim and proper Kelly Ann became a blowjob queen. I replayed that scene nightly, working my dick while thinking of her. As time went on we all began dating...others. Kelly Ann was seeing a couple guys and gradually had little time for her former pool partners. She and my sister Tara went on double dates, and Tara told me her friend was very happy with the guys she was seeing. I often wondered if she remembered anything of THAT night, but soon moved on to other endeavors, like real dating. Still, I couldn't help thinking of the stunning redhead polishing and milking our youthful knobs before swallowing our seed. And knowing it had been caught on tape, available whenever I wanted, was quite exciting. Over the next two years I infrequently ran into Kelly Ann, and the longer time went on the more distant she became. I heard she was bad-mouthing me with a couple classmates, which really stuck in my craw. When she began dating the rich guy, James B. Jackson, she became not only distant but also condescending. It was almost as if she was too good for me now that she was seeing a rich boy. Her new beau was anything but a one-girl man. Yes, he was seeing Kelly Ann, but he was still seeing several former girlfriends on the sly even after he and Kelly Ann announced their intention of marriage. Worse, he treated the gang of three --- Tom, Dan and I --- like dirt. That wasn't unusual; he treated nearly everyone like dirt. That's what rich people can do. Some suggest they are graduates of the High School of Being an Asshole. It was summer, hot as all blazes, and I was working at a book store with faulty air conditioning when James entered in a hurry. He needed a certain book, and somehow we were out of stock. Well, the guy gave me a whale of crap, and then told the manager I had treated him poorly when all I had done was attempt to help him. I nearly got fired for that escapade and I made a vow to return the favor to the rich boy if I ever had the chance. That chance didn't occur until I saw that marriage notice in the local paper. When I got home that night I locked my door and slipped my video tape of James' fiancée and watched Kelly Ann perform her exemplary oral talents of the Gang of Three. Somewhere in the middle of the tape the idea struck, and the decision was made. I might not be able to get back at James Jackson directly, but I would be able to take something of his without his knowledge...Kelly Ann Peters. The plan was simple and took shape in minutes. In retrospect, it was probably not all that thought out, but, well, thinking of Kelly Ann and James at one time had a negative effect on my brain. One, James B. Jackson was a jerk who needed to be taken down a peg or two or three. Two, Kelly Ann Peters was a beautiful virgin (or at least I surmised) with a blemish on her record. I had the video tape to ensure number three, I surmised, by taking care of one and two. All I had to do was find a way to make it happen. Over the next couple days I thought of plan after plan, but honestly all sounded lame. Then, my chance, I ran into Kelly Ann at Starbucks late one morning. We traded cordial talk, and I congratulated her on her engagement. Then I leaned over and dropped the bombshell. "Uh, Kelly, does James know of your night with us?" Kelly Ann blanched, her mind flashing back to the fateful evening. "Oh, I didn't suppose he did," I murmured, answering my own question. Kelly Ann stared at me for a few seconds, blood rushing to her pretty face. "Jon, that was our little secret, and I expect it to stay that way. James would ruin your life if he found out about it. No matter what you say, I'll deny, and it will only mean bad things for you and your little friends. Let's face it, you aren't in my league," said the condescending girl. I smiled at the lovely girl. I gazed at her lovely body, with my sight centering on her moist, sensual lips. I reached into a nearby envelope and pulled out a couple photos taken from the video tape. I showed the girl a couple shots of her sucking on a cock, photos that caused her to gasp. "Uh, Kelly, I think you might better channel your concerns at his finding out about your involvement that night, not mine. And while he might not believe anything I said about your little escapade, I believe, I really do believe, that watching the video of your award-winning performance that night just might convince him that you are, well, not exactly the perfect, virginal, untouchable, chaste girl of his dreams. These photos are grainy, but the video is, well, much clearer." Kelly Ann stammered some response, and then started to rise. I put a hand on hers, smiled, and quietly whispered in her ear, "He doesn't need to know." The girl looked relieved, then, seeing my smile, showed concern. "What do you want? Money? How much?" I savored the moment, looking her directly in the eyes. "No, Kelly, I want a little something money can't buy." She stared at me, shaking her head. She again stood, slapped my face, and stormed out of the coffee shop. Opps, I scared her off. Maybe I had misread the situation. If she mentioned anything to Jackson I most likely would be on the receiving end of a whipping, no matter what the tape showed. The boy was a powder keg, and if he got something into his mind, well, nothing good would come of it. I finished my coffee and sauntered out to my car, wondering if Kelly would seek help from her beau. Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear her car pull up beside mind. She rolled down her window, I mine, and the girl stared for a bit before startling me. "We can work something out. I know what you want, and it's possible, but I want the tape...no copies, nothing." I had her! I thought for a few seconds, and then replied. "You need to know what I want. You can have the tape, but I have some specific needs, Kelly Ann." "What do you want?" I stared into her beautiful eyes. "I get a night in a hotel...we'll make love." Kelly Ann digested the request, then countered. "I'm a virgin, so I will blow you, but that's it." "That won't work, Kelly, sorry." "You bastard," she spat. "Yes I am, a bastard with concrete evidence. So we will do it my way or you get the highway from Jimmyboy. I can just see his parents faces when they see the tape." Like two Army tanks facing each other, it appeared to be a stalemate. But after examining her options, Kelly Ann gave in to my demands. "Okay, but you have to be gentle. I'll do you, but it will be in my bed on my terms. Deal?" "Deal, except for one other thing." "What." "We'll make love, and yes, Kelly, I will be gentle. But there's one more thing...I want a blow job on your wedding day. That's all. You get the tape, no copies will exist. I get what I want. No harm done. Deal?" Again, she stared daggers at me. I could tell her mind was whirling. "I am so disappointed in you, Jon, you are a real bastard," spat the girl. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I knew it was about me and it was not good. "I'll call you." Hum, it's great to be the King. Over the next few weeks our paths rarely crossed, and when they did Kelly Ann would have a friend, friends or she was in the company of that bastard James around her. Throughout we never said a word. As the wedding date approached I began to have second thoughts about the arrangement. I imagined the young girl had enlisted help him obtaining the tape, or maybe having me meet someone's fist. I worried about arriving at her house only to be flogged by a trio of angry friends of Jackson and so forth and so on. Maybe she called the cops. Maybe Then, a week before the wedding, I received her call. No hello, no friendly greeting, the girl was all business. "Here's the deal, my parents will be at the theater next Wednesday, and I will expect you to drop by at 8 sharp. Do not park near the house, and bring the tape and every single copy. You'll get your nut off, and we will be even." I wasn't born yesterday. "Whoa, just a minute, that sounds like a set-up to me. And I have no idea what tape you are talking about. Bye." Something told me she was recording the call, and I wasn't about to get caught in that trap. Kelly Ann called back but I refused to answer until the third try. "Yes?" It was a more subdued Kelly Ann. "Please Jon..." "Can't talk. I'm heading to the mall. Gotta be outside Nordstrom in 15 minutes to meet some friends for a movie." I hoped she took the bait. She did, as I saw her walk from her car toward the main entrance. Nobody seemed to be following her, so I slipped in a side door and walked around front, spotting her. "Want some coffee?" Kelly Ann followed along to Dunkin Donuts. I gentlemanly bought her a latte then spent the next 5 minutes or so staring at her. "Jon, I want the tape. Hand it over and nothing bad will happen to you." "Are you threatening me?" "James has connections..." I didn't say a word. My eyes darted around, and, seeing nobody staring at us I leaned over and whispered, "I have a tape. I think I will send it over to some friends. Actually, one has a copy, in a sealed envelop, to be send to James' dad in case something happens to me." Kelly rambled for a minute, before a look of resignation came over her. "I'll do what is needed, but I'm not happy about it." "Okay, now you're talking, Kelly Ann. You will get the tape and lead a wonderful rich girl life after the wedding. Uh huh, I can see you and James living happily ever after." Allowing that thought to sink in, I set up the enchanted evening. "Okay, Wednesday it is. I will meet you right here as a matter of fact. Just hop in the car and I will wisk you away into someplace more private." * * * The rest of the week and days leading up to our rendezvous went past briskly. I made preparations for the night with a smile never leaving my face. It was agony not being able to jerk off, because I wanted Kelly Ann to get a full blast of baby batter. Wednesday came and I watched as Kelly Ann pulled into the parking lot at the pre-arranged time. A prompt, perfect girl. I drove up, stopped to let her in, then sped off keeping a keen eye on the rearview mirror. I changed lanes, got off the Interstate and back on, ultimately driving to our destination...a cheap, no-tell motel I had checked into earlier in the evening. We entered the room and I pulled her tight, kissing her neck. "Let's get this over with," spat the girl. "Um, no, Kelly, that's not the right attitude. We're friends, let's be friendly. Here's an outfit, try it on." The girl looked at the bag, then inside. "You want me to wear this?" Smart girl, that Kelly Ann. The flimsy silk bra and even flimsier thong were very sexy, but the schoolgirl skirt and blouse would have given a blind man a hard-on. I got hard watching her handle the outfit, and waited in anticipation when she went into the bathroom to change. Emerging, my dick grew harder. She was beautiful, and although I could tell she wasn't totally into it I saw from her face she would do what she had to do to make sure she would soon be Mrs. James B. Jackson. "I'm not happy with you Jon. Not happy whatsoever." I told the pretty girl that all would be fine, that she was very special to me and that given the situation she had a lot to lose. My advice was simple; she could either be with or not with the program. Kelly Ann nodded, and said she had to be home by 11. I smiled and told her that was plenty of time for what I had in mind. She looked adorable in the sexy little outfit, which showed off her long legs and pleasing breasts. I could have gazed at her pretty outfit for hours, but I knew time was a premium. The girl was here, with me, and I didn't want The magnitude of the situation --- her upcoming wedding to James Jackson and resultant riches --- must have sparked something in her brain to be somewhat more compliant. She lowered her head, slowly shaking it, before looking up at me with a sly smile. "You aren't taping any of this, are you?" I shook my head no. She moved over next to me on the bed, put her arm around me, and kissed my neck. "This will be our little secret, right?" She whispered. "Tonight, my wedding day, and then I get the tape and we have this in our memory forever, right? Nothing more. Nothing else down the road. Agreed?" Assuring her that was the deal, she planted a kiss on my lips, gently opening her mouth and forcing her tongue into mine. That kiss sealed the deal. We made out for a bit, and my hand wandered around her leg as I slowly stroked her milky why thigh. My hand meandered higher as the girl began moaning her assent. My fingers found the outside of her frilly red panties, and I stroked her mound as our kisses became more intense. "Oh Jon," she moaned as my fingers made their way under the elastic of her panties. "Ummmm" was the sound as I gently ran my finger along her pussy lips. They were damp, and got even more wet as I continued my gentle massage. My mind couldn't believe the luck my fingers were having at the girl's core. I though she might fight me off, but Kelly Ann was clearly getting into the sensual act we were completing. I slipped down onto the floor and gently reached under the schoolgirl skirt to remove her panties. Slowing rolling them down her thighs I gazed at her pussy. She kept it slightly trimmed, still thick but obviously manicured. I lowered my head and began kissing her thighs and ultimately licking up and down and then in her soaking wet hole. "Don't stop, that's incredible," said the girl, leaning back onto the bed. Her hands went around my head and she guided it up, down and against her pussy. It didn't take long, maybe 3 or 4 minutes, but soon her moans became more intense. I felt her thighs sort of shake, and soon Kelly Ann was moaning that she was cumming. I continued to savor her pussy as she came down from her high. "That was wonderful, Jon, simply wonderful. Nobody has every made me feel that way." "You mean..." "Uh huh, that was my first orgasm." The girl may not have arrived wanting an orgasm, but now that she had one she was a stick of dynamite. She began kissing me before sitting me on the side of the bed and going down on her knees, a picture of compliancy in front of me. She looked up into my eyes and then lowered her head to my cock. Kelly Ann began sucking my dick with passion, moaning as she blew me. Her head bobbed up and down, lips encasing my dick, and I have to admit I had to slow her down before I quickly blew my load. My mind started thinking of sharp objects moving toward my eyes, nails on chalkboards and snakes in an effort to delay busting my nut in her sucking mouth. The girl was ripe for more action, and I slowly pushed her head away and moved her up on the bed. I opened the demure white blouse and began nibbling her pert little breasts before moving up to her lips again. All the while I was fingering her slit, bringing her higher and higher once more. It was time and I moved on top of the prone girl. "Wait! Put a condom on," cried the girl. I reach into the nightstand and pulled out a Lifestyles and showed it to the girl. Opening the wrapper, I held it in my hand. "Kelly, I'm going to get inside you bare back, but as soon as I do I will put this on," I assured her. "I don't want a baby any more than you do." My speech must have calmed her, as she spread her legs wide and told me to be gentle. I was, sliding my dick up and down her wet pussy. I couldn't believe my luck, the girl of my dreams was legs akimbo and waiting for my cock onslaught. It wasn't an easy task. The girl was tight, and I had difficulty gaining access to her virginal hole. I prodded and pushed to no avail. Reaching over, I grabbed two pillows and slipped them under her ass, lifting her a bit. Again I placed my cock against her tight opening and kissed the girl. I kept my dick against her hole for a few seconds before rearing back and thrusting at her hole. I swore I heard her hymen snap but I know that was merely a thought, but whatever I was inside her gooey hole, moving in and out of her pussy. It was an incredible feeling, as her tight moist hole blanketed my throbbing cock. Moving fast, I savored the feeling of her pussy before being sparked back to earth by Kelly Ann. "I'd enjoy this more with a rubber on you," said the girl. "I'm terrified about getting pregnant." My mind thought she'd look good with a baby in her belly on her wedding day, but the gentleman in me, at least what was left of him, nodded assent. I pulled out, slipped on the rubber, and then dove right back into the willing girl. Thrusting in and out, I grabbed hold of Kelly Ann's ass and banged the girl with gusto. After a bit I held her tight, then rolled her over on top of me. "What do I do," said the girl Instructing her to move up and down my dick, the girl quickly got the idea. She began sliding up and down my cock like an experienced mink. "Oh, this feels good, Jon. So damn good." What started as a struggle had developed into a love fest. The girl and I moved in unison and I couldn't believe my luck. I had thought she'd fight, but whatever her motivation it translated into one hell of a fuck. Her moans became quicker and soon she was cumming for the second time that night. Soon, I reared back and followed, spewing my cum in fast spurts. We held each other tightly for several minutes before she rose off my shriveling cock. I held the base, ensuring the rubber stayed secure, a fact not lost on the girl. "Thanks for using a rubber, Jon, I'd die if I got pregnant," said the girl. I kissed her, and then told her to turn over. "What? You aren't thinking...." "No, Kelly Ann, we didn't agree on your ass, but turn over." She looked wonderful lying on the bed. She smoothed down the pleated skirt, but still showed a lot of leg. I told her to relax, that I just wanted to look at her, which I did. But I also wanted to snap a shot from my camera for posterity. Mission accomplished, I slipped off my rubber and emptied its contents onto her now creamy white ass. Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 02 Kelly Ann asked what I was doing, and I told her. "Don't worry, Kelly Ann, I won't get it near your pussy." She relaxed, looking beautiful with cum on her ass. I massaged her back, letting the sticky cum dry, and whispered that the sex had been incredible. Reminding her that we still had a little more to go to complete our agreement, I assured her that once the next step was completed she'd get the tape and any copy and her life could move on into the land of being the trophy wife of a rich man. "Do we have to, you know, on my wedding day? How about we get together the night before when he's out at a bachelor party. That would be very appropriate don't you think? Me sucking you off while he's out drinking and looking at strippers or whatever?" "No, Kelly Ann, your wedding day. I mean unless you want to do both?" Kelly Ann said no, once was enough of a risk, and agreed we would work something out on that special day in June. I reminded her that she would have to figure out how to accomplish the task, but that I wouldn't take no for an answer. "Can't we call it even? You took my cherry today, Please?" "Kelly Ann, you knew the deal. Now I want to make sure you remember that deal, because as much as I enjoyed today you haven't paid the debt," I sternly said, noting the cum had dried on her pretty ass. "Now, come over here and clean me off and you can go home." Resigned, Kelly Ann moved around on the bed and sucked on my dick again, cleaning off the residue from the rubber as well as her own juices from earlier in our sex session. She looked beautiful sucking on my cock and I couldn't help but get hard once again. "Okay, that's enough," said the girl. "Wrong, Kelly, keep sucking." She did, bobbing her head slowly. "Have you sucked his cock Kelly?" She nodded her head. "But I don't let him cum in my mouth, and you can't either. I don't do that." At least not yet, I thought. But I didn't want to press things at this point, thinking that the deal for a wedding day blowjob would be the perfect time to shoot in her mouth. Maybe minutes before she kissed her beau. I rocked in and out of her mouth, getting higher and higher. Her mouth was fantastic, and soon that familiar surge began. Kelly Ann moved her mouth off my cock knowingly, and I shot my sauce all over her pretty face. She was a pretty sight, as she reached over for her panties and wiped off the residue of my cum blast. "You are so bad, Jon, but I will remember our deal." Thinking of the photos and video, I nodded my head affirmative. Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 03 (Reading Chapters 1 and 2 will add perspective and heighten the readers' enjoyment of this story.) It was a fact, an absolute fact, that Kelly Ann Peters was stunningly gorgeous. Not pretty, not gorgeous, but stunningly gorgeous. And she had it all, a desirable husband from a prominent family, one with wealth and power in the community. All I had was the video. Isn't it funny how good things come in small packages. For instance, there was the grainy video made of prim, proper and (at the time) virginal Kelly Ann Peters. The vision of a prim, proper, virginal Kelly Ann Peters sucking off my friends Tom, Dan and I in rapid succession one fateful Saturday night was an unforgettable, erotic experience forever will be etched into our memory banks. Pure Kelly Ann caught in the act. The fact that it never happened again was disappointing, but at least I had the video! That video was priceless when presented to young Kelly Ann weeks before her marriage to James Jackson, the guy every one of my friends hated. This guy was a total asshole, walking over anyone and everyone, a guy who came from a family of cash and used it to walk around with airs normally found by royalty. He had made my life miserable, gotten me fired from a job, and you know what? He didn't even know me. He surely didn't know of my past with his pretty wife, when she and I were best friends growing up. He didn't have an inkling that I had a very special video of a provocative and sultry Kelly Ann Peters before she became Mrs. James B. Jackson. And he most definitely didn't know that his lovely soon to be wife had sucked off my cock in the vestibule of the church on their wedding day. That's right, his lovely loving wife let me tickle her tonsils just minutes before she said "I do." Then, standing demurely in front of the pastor, she kissed her husband with traces of my cum in her mouth. Take that, James B. Jackson. The jerk of a rich boy husband. Take that. That was supposed to be the end of our little get even affair. Yes, it was a bit of blackmail, but then, deep down I think it excited her that she had one last fling, especially one so close to her saying "I do." She could have said no. She could have called my bluff. She could have denied it, blamed it on alcohol, said we raped her, whatever. The story, though, was she didn't. And that thought was etched into my head. Just like the thought of her mouth around my cock right before walking up the aisle is blazed into my brain cells. For me, the erotic pleasure was twofold. First, what guy wouldn't want Kelly Ann Peters sucking on his cock? Second, what guy who knew him ---- other than his best friend or maybe some of the guys who owed him something ---- wouldn't want to fuck over James The Jerk Jackson. Kelly Ann was very special to me. Childhood friends, sure, but she was such a very nice girl. Of course, nice girls don't suck three cocks in succession in a teenage group grope, but nice in so many ways that, if that fateful night wasn't included, she'd be a perfect girl. But who could forget that night. It made me kick myself that I gave the tape of her sucking exploits back to her as a "wedding present." That was the deal. She performed, I gave back the tape. Little did she know I kept a copy, but, gentleman I was, I kept to my promise of keeping the little glitch in her past a secret. I'd see Kelly Ann driving around town in her BMW over the next several months. She never noticed me but I sure did her. The car was a fire red convertible and she'd zoom down the street with her hair flying. Every once in a while I'd see her picture in the Daily Times feature section, aligned with one charity or another. Sometimes she'd be with her husband, others her father or mother. But in each she had a great smile. The girl had married well. About five months after the wedding I saw her at Starbucks, the same one that I hit her with my blackmail proposal prior to her wedding. She was sitting there with a friend, I waved and smiled, she waved back. A quick hello and introduction ("Meet Jon, he's a friend from high school") but not much else. I will say she looked marvelous, and I surmised marriage was treating her well. The finest clothes and cars, to say nothing of a fabulous house on the hill overlooking the city. Of course, late at night, I'd sometimes think about Kelly Ann sucking my cock. It generally only took a couple minutes before I'd shoot my spunk and slip off to a fitful sleep. I was jealous of The Jerk, her husband, but it is what it is, was what it was. Searching one day for a birthday present for my father, I ran into Kelly Ann at Nordstrom...literally. I was looking aimlessly around while she had been looking at something in a counter. She turned as I turned and boom, we hit and stumbled. We both did a double take and then began laughing. After exchanging various hellos and how are you doings, she helped me select a present for my dad before we sat in the food court and talked about a variety of things. Then she startled me. "You were so wrong in what you did, you know, on my wedding day," said the beautiful girl. "I don't think I can ever forgive you." I smiled, it wasn't wrong at all. It was fabulous, having her suck me off in the vestibule before greeting her soon to be husband. Doing it with friends and family steps away. Watching her kiss him on the alter. No, it was spectacular. "I can't believe you made me go through with it," said the girl, sternly. "You know if he knew he'd kill you." "But he won't know, will he, Kelly Ann?" She shook her head no. With that she moved onto another topic, and I was left with what was that all about thought. In any event we spoke on her new life, her family, and how she missed "her" friends. Midway through the hour-long conversation Kelly Ann turned to me and smiled. "I miss talking with you, Rob, we should do this again." I mentioned her husband wouldn't like that, and she laughed. "He'd kick both of our asses if he saw us together. I don't know what it is, he doesn't know you and yet he doesn't like you. He doesn't like any of my friends from the Burbs. If he had his way I'd only be able to interact with his family or their friends." Muttering something about that being an awful way to life, she added that the benefits were great. The house, the car, the credit cards. All were incentives to do what she had to do. As we were leaving I asked for her cell number, but she declined. "Too risky," she said. "James is a snooper." But as she was walking away she turned and asked for mine. "Maybe I will give you a yell when I need help with a present and you can return the favor." Laughing, I hoped she'd call. To some, a month is a long time. To others it's just a short wait. Awaiting Kelly Ann's call was a little of each for me, as my mind would shift back and forth from a will she, won't she call scenario. I sure wanted her to call, and to help the odds made sure I visited "our" Starbucks several days a week. No luck on the latter. I had lots of coffee, but never weaved paths with the beautiful and talented Mrs. James B. Jackson. I was at the softball field, awaiting my turn at bat, when my cell rang. "Jon, it's me," said Kelly Ann as if she spoke with me daily. "Got a minute? I need your help over at the mall." Taking my turn at bat I pretended I was injured running out a ground ball, limping to my car and speeding to the mall. We met at Nordstrom, where I helped her select two shirts and ties and a pair of dress pants. Along the way we laughed at the absurdity of me helping buy clothes for her husband, to say nothing of the smart ass remarks I made about her chest and backside. As I walked her to her car I asked if she ever did it in a parking lot. "Assuredly not," came her emphatic reply. "Want to?" She called me a wise ass, but what she didn't know was I was being serious. I almost, almost popped the question with a little, "and if you don't I will show my tape to your husband" ploy but I didn't. Kelly Ann smiled and called me a horn-dog, which, I suspect, I am, but nothing more. She promised to call me again when she needed clothing help. I asked that she definitely call me if she needed help selecting lingerie. She gave me a playful slap and merely said, "yea, don't hold your breath" but did it in a playful way. Point is, she seemed happy with her new life but missed some of the old. Or maybe she merely liked toying with me. Whatever, I know I really enjoyed our time together. I wondered when the next call would come. I realized that night that if she didn't call, I would have to bump into her and tell her about the extra copy of the tape. If my good nature didn't incent her to see me, then maybe the threat of another copy of her starting role as a teenage blowjob queen would. Lucky for her it wasn't a long wait and I didn't need to blackmail her again. Just a little less than 24 hours after our most recent pow wow the phone rang. "Jon, can you meet me for a minute?" Of course I could. We agreed on Starbucks, it was safe as it provided an easy cover story if we happened to be "caught". She looked a mess. Beautiful, but a mess. Her hair wasn't perfect, and I can't remember the last time I saw it where it wasn't. She was wearing jeans, with holes in them no less, and a cheap looking top. "I was working in my garden, and James said he was going to play golf, so I figured I had a couple hours to get away...he's such a jerk." I had the feeling something was wrong, but I didn't want to ask. This was her show. We made small talk for a couple minutes before she began talking about last night. Seems that when she got home James was in an amorous mood. He wanted to fool around in the living room, but thought better of it because his mom and dad were in the house visiting. Still, he was insistent about "getting some" as she called it. I may be the horn dog, but it appears her husband likes to get it on as well. I couldn't figure out why she was telling me this, but as I asked what was going on she told me to shoosh. "Let me talk, if I stop I will leave, I'll lose by nerve," said the girl, drawing a deep breath. "Anyway, James wanted to fool around and I know when he gets that way it's best to give in whether I'm in the mood or not." I must have had an inquisitive look, something she quickly read. "Look, it's a long story, but when he gets mad he gets nasty. He's hit me, not hard enough to bruise, but he has a way of hurting me. Calling me names. Reminding me of his family's money. He can be very persuasive, even though it makes me feel like I'm a whore or something. I get in the mood, or at least, well, perform." The girl looked pale. I remained quiet, letting her say what and when she wanted. "So we went upstairs to our room and he told me to take my top off. I slipped it over my head and took off my bra. He played with me, you know, my breasts for a little, and then pushed me onto my knees. He likes it when I nibble his cock, alternating kisses with licks. "He told me I was doing it well, called me his little sucker he said that I glanced up and you will never believe what happened next. I had an angle to look into a mirror, and saw his father watching us. He was watching us! "I tried to pull back, to get up, but James was holding my head tightly and he, well, he used me. He fucked my mouth. And I know his father watched the whole escapade, and I think James knew he was there too. James started talking, calling me names, called me a cocksucking whore and slave to his cock. He had never done that before, but he became very talkative and I can only imagine it was for show." Kelly Ann was totally embarrassed. "I had to tell someone, and I know I can trust you Jon. I mean, you are a pervert, a blackmailer and a bastard, but you are still a good friend. I can't believe James would set it up for his father to watch us but I can't imagine it was an accident." I told her it sounded like a set up, that the boy wanted to show off his bride for his old man. "They sound like perverts, or something, that's unbelievable. How can you take it." "You don't know the half of it. A few weeks ago I dropped a tray of glasses and pissed him off. He actually smacked my ass a few times in front of his father. It was all innocent, like a joke, but I am wondering now what the hell is going on." "You should leave him, take him to the cleaners," I suggested. "No can do, Jon, no fucking way. He's got the goods on me." The tape? Surely not or else I would have had a broken arm or something a whole lot worse. "I signed a document, some sort of pre-nuptial, with them. James and his dad. If I leave for any reason in the first 10 years of marriage I get the car I'm driving, $5,000 and nothing else. No alimony, no additional money, no house, nothing else. It isn't until after 15 years I can really get anything from the marriage. I mean, that's why I've stayed. You don't know the half of what I have to do," Huh? "I have to, well, service him at least three times a week. It's in writing. No less. And believe me, he take that seriously. There isn't a reason to turn him down. None." So little Kelly Ann is a well paid hooker, it seems. Oh she's married, she has all the perks, but she has to perform like a call girl to keep her goodies. Now the picture was becoming clearer. "Kelly Ann, I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do, but if you signed, and if you knowingly did so, I think you are, well, a paid wife." She looked at me. "A whore you mean." "Well..." "That's what I am, a whore." I told her she wasn't. That married women do willingly put out for their husbands. That she's living the good life. "I know," said the girl. "I know. But it's not really on my terms. I don't mind the sex, really and I felt so sorry, holding out before we got married. I just thought that was a fair way to make up for all the times he went home with blue balls. I never thought he'd hold me to the letter of the paper. I mean, I like sex, but..." Kelly Ann smiled when she said the last line, and I couldn't help thinking of the vestibule and the rest of our nocturnal activities. But I also believed she was being treated almost sub-human by this jerk of a rich boy. And if indeed Daddy-O was getting off by being a voyeur that's quite a story. "Are you sure he didn't just stumble onto the two of you, I mean, I does happen. I know I was caught by my mother making out with, well, someone years ago." Laughing, Kelly Ann asked who. But I told her I didn't kiss and tell. "Oh, Jon, it was Anne Sinkinson, and it was after school in your basement. Don't deny it, I know all about it. Word gets around the girl network." I had no idea anyone knew. "I know lots about you, Jon. I think you like to have sex in parks if I understand the story correctly." "Sheri Dawson told you?" "No, Rachelle Lee did, Sheri's best friend. Something about you and her getting it on at Brandywine Park in a grove of trees and nearly getting caught by the park ranger. I think Sheri came up with some unexplainable poison ivy on her backside as I recall." Wow, word does travel around the girl network. If the guy network was as good half the county would know that Kelly Ann blew three of us one summer night. Given her husband's proclivity to violence, it's a good thing word didn't get around. We spoke for another half hour before I had to ask Kelly Ann "the" question. "So why are you telling me this?" "Because, stupid, James is an asshole, and I want to take you up on your offer." "Offer." "How could you forget what you asked for yesterday....uh huh, that. Wanna do it?" she asked. "I mean, I know you, I know you have another copy of the tape. No way you would have given me your only copy. So one of these days you will spring it on me. "Right now I am totally pissed at James and his family, and I am stuck. I can't leave, I can't divorce him, I have no power. But I can give away something he loves. So if he thinks I am a whore I can do a little whoring around, right?" What guy in his right mind wouldn't want a beautiful girl giving him a blow job in a mall parking lot, tape or no tape? She read me well, and I wanted what she wanted to give. "When?" She looked at me, smiled, and quickly replied: "if it isn't now I don't know if I will ever have the nerve to try. I've been thinking about it for 24 hours, I'm very hot for you, and now would be the time." "Let's go..." We settled on a plan. I'd drive to the mall down the street and wait for her. We'd park by Macy's and she'd get into my car. Then whatever happened would happen. At the mall she had a frown on her face as she got into my car. It was an angelic smile, but I knew she was a little devil today. Mrs. James B. Jackson was going to show off some of her oral talents, and I was going to be the recipient of her attention. Or was she? "This is a bad idea. The more I think of it I will have to pass," said the girl. Was she nuts? I drove over here with a blow job on my mind, and it was a blow job I was going to get. "The way I see it, Kelly Ann, is that you have two choices. One, you can give me a blow job. Two, you can leave now, but a certain tape will be in the hands of the people at the club, maybe even your father. I don't know, it will be places that will embarrass you for sure and especially the family. Look, do what you want, but either way I get off. I'd love to see you kicked out of the house and them to be embarrassed in front of all their friends." Kelly Ann's goose was cooked. Reluctantly she told me to be careful and not get us caught. "That's the spirit, Kel, you are a very smart girl." Driving up the parking lots levels I wondered if I would have gone through with the threat. I really liked Kelly Ann. I really did. At another time or place I could have loved her. But at this particular time I just wanted her lips on my cock. I parked on the third level as far as possible from the elevators and stores, against a wall so there was privacy on two sides anyway. Years ago I'd made out with Cathy Connors at this same location, so I knew that at this time of day there weren't a lot of cars coming past. "Come and get it honey," was all I said. "You are so bad, so very bad," was her only reply. Kelly Ann unzipped my fly and snaked her hands into my pants, asking me to make sure nobody was coming by. "If we get caught I will cry rape," were her last words before she began stroking my cock. The girl stroked my dick to full attention, alternating a short quick stroke with a longer, teasing one. He hand was practiced; something I'd never realized she was good at before. Directing her onto the passenger seat for her "comfort" I watched as she got into position. Kneeling on the seat, never having left go of my dick, she looked around the lot then lowered her head. I couldn't feel anything for several seconds, as the girl was stroking my dick in front of her face without doing anything more. Then I felt her lips taking my dick inside her mouth. Down they went, a little more than halfway, before moving slowly back up. She repeated the act a handful of times before stopping at the bottom of her stroke and merely holding the cock tightly in her mouth. Hearing her moans brought tingles to my legs as I realized she was holding her head still but violently sucking my cock. Not moving on it, sucking it. The feeling was incredible. Her hand continued stroking as her lips were locked on my dick. Then she began quickly bobbing her head up and down my cock like there was no tomorrow. I held her head down as a car drove past, hoping the driver didn't wonder what a guy was doing alone in his car. Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 03 Closing my eyes I basked in the wonderment of Kelly Ann's sucking. Another car came past, then another, and I was spooked. I moved Kelly Ann off my dick. "This isn't working, there are too many cars coming past." Disappointed, Kelly Ann asked if she could jerk me off. "Nobody would know. We'd just be too people sitting in the car after shopping." "I have a better idea..." I zipped up and got out of the car. Walking around, I opened her door. "What?" Walking with her to the stairwell, I went inside and kissed her. Kelly Ann was a great, great kisser. I played with her tits, then reached down and fondled her ass. Oh, it was a great feeling. After a bit I lifted her skirt and played with her panties...they were moist. I took her hand and we walked up a half a floor. Directing her to wait, I walked up and looked out on the forth floor. Nobody was parked nearby. Excellent. Walking back to her, I turned her around and told her to hold the banister. "What are you doing?" "Trust me." I lifted her skirt over her ass and then pulled her panties to the side. Taking out my cock, I rubbed it up and down against her ass. The feeling was great, but not as great as when I rubbed it up and down her ass cheeks while using my fingers to play with her snatch. "Bend over more, Kelly Ann, and do it now," I commanded. She did. That gave me easy access to her pussy, and in I popped deep to the balls. "Oh!" was all I heard from her as I began fucking that hot wet pussy. I rocked back and forth inside her while listening for oncoming footsteps. Getting caught in the act by a security guard would not be a good thing. The sensuous blow job had gotten me hot, but the intense pulsations from her pussy put me over the edge. "Oh this is good, fuck it Kelly Ann." Sensing an eminent explosion, Kelly Ann begged me not to cum inside her. That was a request which met deaf ears as I thought of James B. Jackson and the fact that I was shooting my baby batter into her wet, sucking pussy. "Oh yes, oh yes," was all I said as I shot my load deep inside her cunt. For her part, Kelly Ann was peeved that I came inside her but not hysterical. "You should have pulled out," said the girl. I know I SHOULD have, but I didn't. Tough luck. It was a great fuck. Two months later I got a call from her. After some small talk, she informed me that James used a rubber most of the time. "Oh, does he now," I replied. "Sometimes they break, those rubbers. I know, because I am pregnant. It happened, somehow. I'm eight weeks along. I'm no math major, but that sounded like about 60 days...geez, what was I doing back then? Take that, James B. Jackson. Kelly Ann's Starring Role Ch. 04 (You might want to read the first three installments of this saga.) Life comes at you in bunches, as the saying goes. I often wondered what that saying really meant? Maybe it was a different way of saying that when it rains, it pours. Whatever it really meant, my own assessment was that shit happens. You can't plan, you can't predict, sometimes things just happen. Why Kelly Ann Peters, now Kelly Ann Jackson, got pregnant wasn't the issue. I think she wanted to carry my baby while all the time people assumed it was her husband's seed that took hold of her body and began growing. He was such a bastard, that James B. Jackson, and while Kelly Ann was stuck in her relationship it didn't mean she had to like it. Oh, the cars and the house and the money was great, but the fact that James was using her as a trophy wife, that he constantly degraded her, humiliated her, you name it, negated all those worldly perks. She had confided in me that she'd leave the bastard if she could, but the papers she had signed said she's walk away with nothing. For Kelly Ann, that wasn't an option. I actually think she enjoyed being blackmailed by me. She didn't put up a fight when I threatened her exposure --- the incriminating photos were quite compromising --- and deep down I think she actually had a special place for me despite all the horrific things I'd made her do before her wedding. It isn't often the soon to be bride gives someone not soon to be her husband a blow job in a back room at the church just minutes before the organist kicked in with a little "Here Comes the Bride." It had been a few weeks since the day at the mall parking lot where Kelly Ann worked wonderful mouth music on me. We couldn't chance a meeting or phone calls. I knew that when she wanted to see me, talk to me, or visa versa we'd connect. We just couldn't be at all obvious about it. In the meantime I followed up on some job leads and spent my evenings online with America's Army. The phone call from a Miss Clancy of the JBE Company startled me from a fitful sleep. "Yes, we'd like to interview you for a position here...would noon be alright? Yes, an appointment has opened up, and today would be great." Of course I'd be there. I was tired of working odds and ends to pick up cash, and the idea of a real job excited me. I dressed for the occasion, a nice grey suit, red tie (for power) and a dose of confidence went with me to the warehouse on Delaware Avenue. Not the best place in the city, but Miss Clancy explained the shipping company was having its best year and it needed a financial analyst to help the company ensure costs were in alignment with revenues. Parking in the visitor's lot, I made my way around to the front of the building and stated my business to the guard. He gave me a temporary badge and directed me to the appropriate office. "Good luck, sir," were the last words he said to me. Despite my confidence, I knew a little luck wouldn't hurt, so I thanked him and was on my way. Inside the director's suite of offices I was greeted by the aforementioned Miss Clancy, a nice looking girl of about 20 or 21. She wore a nice pencil skirt and blouse combination that more than highlighted her physical appearance. A good looking brunette, yet it was her smile which bedazzled me. The girl's smile was infectious, and made me feel right at home. Paging through People I wondered if the stars on the pages were really as crazy as they were made out to be. Was Brittany a druggie? Was Lindsay a drunk? Was Paris a little bit of that and more? Hearing the door open, I turned only to be shocked. It was Kelly Ann. We looked at each other and both of us nearly gasp. "What are you doing here," she asked. "What are you doing here," was my reply. Miss Clancy merely said, "Oh, you two, uh, know each other." Kelly Ann said something about us going to school together, but Miss Clancy's smile seemed to know a little more than that. Still, I was relieved when she excused herself to get us coffee. "I'm here for a job interview," was my matter of fact statement. Kelly Ann looked bewildered. "At Mr. Jackson's company?" Oh my god, what was going on? It was too coincidental that Kelly Ann arrived at a meeting with her father at precisely the same time as I arrived for a job interview. My mom didn't raise a stupid boy, this was a set up. "Don't say anything, Kelly Ann, don't admit to anything." I didn't have a chance to say anything else, as the office door opened and a stern James B. Jackson Sr. ordered us inside. "Hold all calls," he demanded of Miss Clancy, who had reappeared. "We don't want to be disturbed." The last think I remembered thinking was that secretary knew a lot more than she gave on, she had a disgusted, all-knowing look. Jackson strode to his desk, told us to sit down, and then alternated stares between the two of us. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I said something about not knowing what he was talking about, and Kelly Ann stammered something about wanting to come back later after the interview. "Young lady, you will sit right there, and you should be happy I haven't called James Junior into the room. Your husband would be very, very surprised, and I bet unbelievably angry, if he sat in this room right now." :"I don't know what you are talking about, dad," quietly, almost in a whisper, said the girl. The blood rose to Mr. Jackson's face. He began tapping his fingers on the large Oak desk. He continued to alternate looks between Kelly Ann and me as if waiting for one of us to confess. "Let me help refresh your memory, Kelly Ann. You, my dear, are a slut. I have seen you in action, not only in my son's bedroom, but I have also seen your wantonness in the mall parking lot with this young man. You two should have been more discrete. My goodness, you were doing it in the car. It was so easy for my men to witness you in the act of fellating him. But that didn't satisfy your desires. You exited that car, went into the stairwell, and let him, er, take you from behind....I'm not stupid, I know what I am talking about." Jackson glared at Kelly Ann, but didn't ignore me, saying something about getting to be in a moment. "You are a married lady with a child on the way, my grandchild, and you are running around with this, uh, sub-human bastard. I just wanted to have you admit to this before I throw your ass out of the Jackson household." Kelly Ann began crying, denying all while each of us knew the goods had been found. We were busted, our gooses cooked. "When James hears about this you will be out on your ass, with nothing. You signed the agreement, you willingly agreed to the pre-nuptial, and now your whoring ass will be out in the gutter where you belong." "But my child, your grandson..." "Do you really think I believe that what is in your belly is my son's child?" "But..." "Shut up. You have used your mouth too much already, In more ways than one, as the photos show. You are just a slut looking for a meal ticket. If my boy didn't love you you'd have been out of here already. And you," he said, pointing a menacing finger at me, "would be in the hospital. But don't worry, the afternoon is young." Quietness enveloped the room as the three of us stared at each other, each waiting for the next shoe to drop. "I am making you an offer, it's a one-time, no negotiation offer," said the man. "First, you will never see this boy again unless I have given you expressed permission beforehand. Second, you will perform at my whim, sexually, when I desire. And I think that will be a couple times a week." Kelly Ann groaned and then said no. "I'm not a whore." "Listen up, Kelly Ann, let me finish. If you do one and two, then I am willing to treat your baby as my grandson, whosever baby it is, and establish a $100,000 college trust fund. I will keep my knowledge of your actions away from my son. I will ensure you are treated well, fairly, and if at the end of the pre-nup you leave him I won't be a problem. But for the term of that agreement with my son you and I will have a side agreement. "Yes, I guess you could say you will be a whore, but you will be well compensated and your baby will be well taken care of. Nothing will change from your current status, only you and I will have our own little side agreement. There are worse things in life. Oh, and your, uh, little friend here will be free to go and won't be making any extended trips to a hospital ward on my part." The wheels turned in Kelly Ann's head. Despite the fact she hated her husband, that she wanted nothing more than to be rid of him, there was the fact that financially she was set for life if she stayed with him. Many marriages failed, and as long as she stayed together her future and her baby's future were guaranteed. Besides, Mr. Jackson was an attractive, powerful man. She may have wanted to spit in his face, turn down the offer and walk out the door, but she didn't. She sat there, sobbing, begging, getting nowhere. After a bit she sat back and let out a large breath of air. She then simply agreed to his demands. Signed some legal looking official papers right in front of me. Mr. Jackson turned to me and said I probably should leave, but then changed his mind. "Sit, there's something I want you to see." Words can't explain the look on his face. Condescending, yes, but almost giddy too. The 50-something man with the graying hairline had a strange smile on his face as Kelly Ann and I uncomfortably sat before him. Her father motioned the girl to his side of the desk. He pointed at his zipper and said she knew what to do. Kelly Ann surely did, having been in the same position if not predicament before. "Can he leave," said Kelly Ann, pointing to me. "I think not," was his reply. I wanted to jump over the desk, beat the man to a pulp, but I didn't have the guts. I merely watched as Kelly Ann lowered the man's zipper and observed her reaching into his underwear and pulling out a rock hard cock. She glanced around, shyly, and then lowered her head to her father's meat. Kelly Ann deliberately stopped shy of the older man's cock, and I could tell her head was spinning. Should she or shouldn't she? I guess should won out, and given the circumstances, it may have been the best decision. She opened her mouth and snaked out her tongue, licking the tip of her father's manhood. Reaching up, she grabbed the base of his cock. "No hands, Kelly Ann, and you should start with the balls." The young married girl paused, then did exactly what was asked of her. She lowered her head down, slipping below the almost bouncing cock, down to his hairy balls. Once there, she carefully licked the sack as the cock laid on the top of her head. My eyes nearly popped watching her actions. Work done down below, she pulled back and looked directly at the hardened staff in front of her. "Do you like my cock? Is it bigger than my son's? You are a cocksucker, aren't you? I think you must have had a lot of practice from what I have seen. How many guys have you blown?" questioned the lurking man. Kelly Ann answered as if in a trance. "You have a nice dick, Mr. Jackson, it's very hard and nice. It's wider than your son's, but his is a little bigger," admitted the embarrassed girl. "I've, uh, sucked four guys, that's it." With that her head lowered and took the top of her husband's father's cock into her mouth. I think she swirled her tongue around, I couldn't be sure, then began an action that sort of went down then rose slowly on Jackson's cock. He smiled as she blew him, and he basked in the sensations of her sensuous lips. I've always marveled at Kelly Ann's cocksucking technique. I know I loved it when she went down on me, and I often jerked off thinking of her mouth actions on my dick. Watching from the other side of the desk was almost as if I was in another world. But I wasn't. It was right there, watching a girl whose mouth had suckled my cock was now working the dick of a man old enough to be her father. Heck, it was her husband's father, had he no shame? Apparently not, as he barked into the intercom for Miss Clancy, grabbing her attention with his deep, booming voice. I couldn't believe the girl wasn't surprised when she entered the room to find Kelly Ann blowing her boss. "Kelly Ann signed these papers, so please make a copy and file them in the safe," said the man. "Oh, witness our signatures to make it all official. You did sign this willingly, didn't you Kelly Ann? Oh, don't talk, your mouth is full. Just nod your head...that's a good girl." "That was an affirmative nod, Mr. Jackson," said the secretary with authority. "I will notarize these and get them into the safe as you ask." Nodding toward Kelly Ann, the secretary noted that she appeared to have talent. "I think she has done that before," said Miss Clancy. "She is clearly experienced." The girl said this as if neither Kelly Ann nor I was in the room, it was so very surreal. I was tongue-tied, while Kelly Ann was merely manipulating her talented tongue. "Oh, Kelly Ann, your mouth is exquisite, I wanted this from the first time I saw you, but especially when I saw you sucking my son," groaned the elder man. "Oh, easy now, be careful, no biting. Oh yes, that's it, work the tip." Watching Kelly Ann was like watching a porno star. She got into cocksucking. It wasn't merely a blow job, she had a way of worshiping cock. When she started on Jackson's dick it was very tentative, but as the act went on she got into the swing of it, probably because she was resigned to her fate. Her words from the prior week stuck in my brain. She wanted, no needed, to be Mrs. James B. Jackson. There was no way in the world she'd leave him. And now, caught in the act with me, she would do whatever she had to do to preserve her newfound riches. Money can't buy love, but it can go a long way toward making a relationship palatable. And with her actions this day Kelly Ann had sealed her future. "Suck it, girl, suck it," said her husband's father. Soon he wanted more. "Lick my balls again. And my ass too." The words sent my dick rocking hard in my boxers. It was so very hard to watch, but so sensuous that I couldn't look away. Mr. Jackson glanced my way and sensed how uncomfortable I was. "She's good, heck, she's a great cock-sucker. I see now why you liked hanging around her. But give it a rest, boy; I will be taking care of her from now on." The man loved rubbing my face in it. I turned as the office door opened. "Mr. Jackson, I've taken care of everything," said Miss Clancy, who secretly had re-entered the office. "Is there anything else I could help you with?" "No, Miss Clancy....well, yes." The man looked at me and smiled while rocking his cock in and out of Kelly Ann's mouth. "This young boy here, he's got a problem," said the man, nodding at me. "Can you please help him?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, or thought I misinterpreted what he said. I think he was asking the pretty secretary to...uh, no, it couldn't be. It could. The girl walked over to me, dropped to her knees, and worked my zipper down with her pretty red tipped fingers. She reached into by boxers, slowly slipped my cock out, and smiled. "I think this likes me," was all she said before licking the tip. Glancing at Mr. Jackson I realized he was totally into Kelly Ann's oral talents. His hands held her head and he was slowly rocking in and out of her wet, willing mouth. When in Rome...well, I closed my eyes and savored the ministrations of young Miss Clancy. I didn't really understand much of all this, only that her mouth was sucking on my dick like it held the nectar of life. She worked the tip, and then began sucking up and down my cock. Between her oral actions and the observation of Kelly Ann blowing Mr. Jackson several feet away I thought I'd explode. Rocking in and out of the young secretary's mouth I watched as Mr. Jackson pulled out of his son's wife's mouth and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around and pushed her down forcefully over his desk. In a flash slipped down her panties and was rubbing his dick up and down her slit, slipping it into her well lubricated pussy. "Oh, that's marvelous," cried out Mr. Jackson. "What a pussy, what a great ass. Oh I am going to love getting a piece of this on a regular basis." Kelly Ann was pushed roughly onto the desk as the man pushed against her. He wasted no time in banging his son's wife, taking her from behind with little thought of her comfort. I think he wanted her to take it hard, to punish her. Watching the action brought shivers to my toes as Miss Clancy worked her mouth magic on my cock. The man didn't slow his onslaught on Kelly Ann's pussy. I was a voyeur, watching the action. He banged the girl, holding her hair in his one hand while smacking her ass with the other. I saw tears sliding down Kelly Ann's face, I watched her grimace to the man's thrust. He was using her. Watching the two couple was so very erotic, and after a bit of watching the pump-action right in front of me sent me over the edge. My dick began to spasm in Miss Clancy's talented mouth. I held her head close to me as my dick erupted, some of the seed spilling out of her mouth and onto her white blouse. Through it all she kept working my dick, draining it of all I had. My eruption sparked Mr. Jackson to empty his load into Kelly Ann's snatch. He grunted once, twice, then told the office he was coming in her pussy. It took a couple minutes, but soon breathing was normal. Kelly Ann exited the room with Miss Clancy to "get presentable." Mr. Jackson said he hoped I had enjoyed his secretary, but reminded me that there would be stern consequences if I hooked up with Kelly Ann again. I assured him I wouldn't. It was difficult, but I imagined the bad things that could happen. Kelly Ann delivered a bouncing baby boy, according to the brief in the newspaper, and a year later I saw another birth announcement, this time for a girl. I wondered who the father of that one was?