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A Little Taste of Blackmail

By: FinalStand



She came in, turned on the hall light and put her purse on the table beside the door. She was sorting through her mail as she stepped into her living room. She flipped the light switch, took one step in, and saw me.

"You won't make it," I said.

"What?"

"You won't make it – to your phone," I explained.

"Who are you?" she asked. I had to admire her for that. She wasn't completely afraid of a strange man inside her house. It didn't influence what I had come here to do.

"That isn't relevant at this time, but you may call me Taylor," I told her.

"Well Taylor, why are you here? If you are a burglar, you are doing a lousy job." Spunky.

"I am here for you, Margret Lassiter. Will you come along quietly?" I asked.

"I don't know why you are here," she said, "but I'm not going anywhere with you." She was starting to show fear. Nothing I had found out about her showed a terribly brave streak. She was a risk taker, but that wasn't the same thing as staring danger in the face.

"You know why I'm here. There is only one reason I would be here."

"I ... no, I have no idea," she lied. She had a real serious clue as to why I was there. I took a step closer; she took a half step back.

"Please don't lie," I stated flatly. "It won't help your case at all."

"Listen, I can pay you," she suddenly offered.

"I am not someone you can bribe," I told her. She stared at me, looking for some new angle.

"Who is doing this to me? You must work for somebody. I can reason with your employer if you only give me the chance. We can clear this up."

"Who do you think is responsible for me being here?" I asked patiently.

"I ... they don't have ... I don't know," she sounded defeated. She was a schemer caught in someone else's scheme. Her mind was still working though. Suddenly something came to her. "There families; but none of them have that kind of money. Who then? Please let me deal with them."

"The girl's father who instigated this action, to be precise; I'm not required to keep that bit of information from you, and you are clearly trying help yourself."

"I can deal with him. He's not rich. I have money." She grasped at the slender straw.

"You took his daughter against her will. I hardly think money will suffice. Besides, he isn't the one paying me. An old friend of his is, and that is a man I will not betray, or expose to you. I've been nice. Will you come along quietly now?"

"No," she mumbled. She then turned and ran for it. It would have been better to run down the hall, but that didn't immediately move her away from me. I would have been on her in a flash if she had. She ran into the dining room in the dark instead. She might have covered more distance if I hadn't moved the chairs before she arrived. She crashed into the first chair and fell over. I moved the chair aside with my leg. She turned over to kick at me, but I turned it aside with my thigh as I knelt down on top of her.

She struggled hard. She tried to claw at my face and then when that failed, at my hands; that is why I wear gloves. I pinned one arm beneath me then the other. She kept wiggling until she saw me pull out the syringe.

"Please," she begged. I wasn't without pity.

"This will only hurt for a moment then you will fall asleep. I'm not here to kill you."

"Please, I'll do whatever you want," she pleaded.

"I know you will," I said softly. I pushed the needle into upper arm and depressed the plunger. She tried to struggle once more. Contrary to popular culture, there are few drugs that knock someone out instantly that don't also put the victim in clear danger of dying.

"No," she moaned. "I can't ... no ... not me." She began to mumble and I saw her start to have a hard time focusing. I knew she could still make out what I said.

"Do what is asked of you and you should be okay," I told her. I counted off the seconds. When her eyes rolled back in her head, I got off her chest and put a strip of tape over her mouth. I then rolled her on her side and handcuffed her hands behind her back. When I cut off the lights it was only a matter of letting my eyes adjust to the night before I headed out to get my car from up the streets. I hustled her into the car when I was ready, laying her out in the back seat. I was gone in five minutes.

(One hour later)

Margret Lassiter, who was lying on her side, was stirring on the bed. She was trying to get her bearings, which was made more difficult by being blindfolded. It was cool enough in the room that her nipples had hardened and her skin had a light covering of goose-bumps.

"Margret, it is Taylor. You are blindfolded. I have removed most of your clothing. You have your bra on, but your straps are pulled down. You have your panties. Your hands are handcuffed behind your back. She tried to move around and rolled onto her back.

"Where am I?" she asked somewhat groggily.

"You are in a room, in a building that is far away from anyone who could hear you cry for help."

"What do you want from me?" she inquired. She was gaining her senses.

"That isn't up to me. All I know is that you won't be permanently harmed," I responded. She tried to sit up. I went over and helped her. She flinched slightly, but when she figured out what I was doing, she eased into me.

"These don't feel like normal handcuffs," she observed.

"They are padded so as not to hurt your wrists," I told her. "You are not to be hurt."

"I don't understand," she admitted. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you being kind?"

"I told you why I'm doing this. It is a job to me. I am being kind because you don't warrant me being cruel to you. I don't hurt people for fun, which is not a trait we share."

That last part made her flinch.

"What are you going to do now? You can take off the blindfold. I promise to cooperate."

"The blindfold is part of your punishment. I will not do anything unnecessary, and I will do nothing of a sexual nature to you. I have brought other people in to do that for me."

Margret gulped. "Will they hurt me?"

"I don't know. That isn't in my hands," I answered. I motioned the two other people forward. They stood up and their chairs scratched the floor. Margret tilted her head at the noise. She shifted so that she was facing the noise.

"What are you going to do to me," she begged of them. "I don't even know how many of you there are." Then her fear grabbed hold of her. "Oh God, you are going to rape me," she shuddered. "Please no."

One of the two figures motioned to me and I nodded my understanding.

"I only have two people and they want you to be quiet, unless I direct you to speak." She started to say something, stopped herself, and nodded.

The figures separated and went to either side of the bed. The woman stopped at the foot of the bed, but the man kept going to top. When they were both positioned, the man put his hands on Margret's shoulders and gently pushed her down. Margret jumped and twisted her face toward him instinctively. I imagined her opening her mouth to say something, but she cut herself off.

The woman distracted Margret by taking her right foot and lowering her mouth to the big toe. Margret wiggled her ass as the woman sucked on her toe. As her mouth gasped open the man kissed her on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He held that kiss for over two minutes, while the man went from sucking one toe to sucking on two. Margret gave out a little moan as the man broke the kiss. He began making small kisses along her chin line to her ear. When he got there, he nibbled on it playfully.

The woman now put her hand on both ankles and pushed Margret's legs apart. Margret struggled until I told her to stop. Legs opened, the woman began alternating her kiss between each leg on the inside, slowly working her way up. The man tilted Margret's head away from him and began working on her neck. He also snaked a hand along her chest until he rested upon her left nipple. Even through the bra I could feel it stiffen.

When the woman's kisses reached the knees, she reached up with one hand and began slowly working her hand along the panty line next to her pussy. Margret started wiggling again, but this time in a more gentle rhythm. The man signaled me.

"Your torso is going to be lifted up and your bra taken off." Margret nodded quickly. The man moved her so that he could unsnap her bra and then he slid it off. When he lowered her back down, he moved his mouth to her aroused right nipple and began sucking on it. Margret wasn't the most endowed woman I have ever seen, but she was attractive. The man slowly sucked in her entire breast, and I could see his cheeks move as he worked his tongue around the tip. 

"Uh, uh," she grunted. She was fighting her body's reactions. As the noise passed her lips I could see her body tense.

"I only react to words," I tell her softly. 

The woman was licking and nipping the inner thighs. I could see the dampness on her panties. Margret was now trying to move so that the woman's fingers slipped inside per panties. Failing that, Margret bit her lower lip. I decided to help.

"Is it time to remove her panties?" I suggested to the woman. She nodded and grinned wickedly. I didn't have to tell Margret to raise her hips; they sprang up on their own. The woman pulled her panties with agonizing slowness.

"Please," leaked from her lips. She gasped realizing what she'd done. I snapped my fingers and the two people withdrew from the bed.

"NO! Please, I'm sorry. I'm so close," she wailed," Please, I'm sorry."

"Very well," I commented, "this once you will be forgiven. Next time I will have to make you suffer." I was glad she couldn't see my smile. I motioned for the man and woman to resume. They did so quickly. They were really enjoying themselves. The woman pushed Margret's legs wide open. Lying on her belly, she had Margret's thighs on each shoulder. She playfully blew on Margret's inviting clit. Margret moaned. That didn't last long as the man was kissing her mouth deeply again.

The man's hands worked from her collarbones with agonizing slowness toward her nipples. She actually tried to arch her back so that his hands reached her nipples earlier. One there, he didn't do what was expected. He rolled his arms over, palms up, and ran his arm hair over each nipple which elicited another long moan. The words 'please' formed on her lips. I saw the man, look down at the woman. They winked and nodded.

Simultaneously, he grabbed and twisted the left nipple while taking the right breast in his mouth and sucking it in and tongue twisting the other nipple. The woman rang her tongue along Margret's slip from puckered hole to clit. Margret came. Her whole body shook and spasms while the woman hungrily lapped up her juices. When that subsided, she dug into Margret's snatch with gusto. The man switched torments between nipples, alternating between sucking and twisting. In no time Margret came a second time while the woman drank every drop of her juices. Margret was shaking her head from side to side, mouthing the word "Please." I nodded to the man and he agreed.

"Margret, do you want this man's large penis inside of you? You may respond," I offered.

"Yes, uh, please, I want it. Please put something inside of me. God, I'm on fire. Please fuck me," she rambled, filled with lust. I motioned to the woman and she moved to the front of the bed. "First, open your mouth. You are going to eat something. The woman straddled Margret's head, but did not go down. Margret knew what was above her, but couldn't reach it with her head and outstretched tongue. The man moved between Margret's legs and lined up with her cunt.

"Margret, beg to be fucked by his massive cock. Beg him for it," I commanded. She bucked with her hips, trying to push herself onto where she thought her reward was.

"Please fuck me! Hammer me with that massive cock. Do whatever you want, but fuck me now!" she screamed. The man and woman nodded. The woman lowered herself onto Margret while the man thrust fully into her pussy, driving his thick cock into her tight pussy and stretching her out. Margret tasted the woman's pussy and felt the man's cock. She shook and tried to say something.

"Let her have a moment," I suggested. The woman rose up so Margret could speak.

"It's you! Uh uh. I'm so so ... uh ugh, please, I'm so sorry. Don't ugh uh hurt me," she gasped out. She knew that cock; it had filled her up before. She had tasted that pussy juice before too. She had intimate knowledge of her tormentors. She was shaking toward another climax. Her fear was feeding into her arousal. The woman settled onto her, grinding her snatch into Margret's mouth. By the woman's raptured reaction, Margret's tongue and lips were working overtime. I could see them pushing each other toward orgasm. Margret went first, but in doing so drove her tongue deep into the woman's vagina. The woman lost it and came onto Margret's mouth. She spurted and sucked for all she was worth. The woman climaxing put him on the edge, but it was Margret's vaginal muscles constantly milking his dick that caused the man to shoot ropes of semen deep into Margret. Their moans complemented each other.

I helped the woman off Margret's head because she was a bit wobbly. She reclined by Margret's head. The man withdrew from Margret and sat on his haunches still between her legs. I walked over to Margret.

"Close your eyes. I'm taking off the mask." Margret nodded. The mask came off and Margret slowly opened her eyes to look around. She was clearly afraid. Her tormentors were her blackmail victims. They were both smiling at her.

"Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want. I'm so sorry," she babbled. The man looked to his wife who gave her husband a look before returning her gaze to Margret.

"Hush," the man said firmly. "We are not here to hurt you."

"You're not?" said Margret clearly confused. "I don't understand."

"You blackmailed us, threatened us with economic ruin and even jail. You terrified our dreams and filled our every waking moment with fear," he continued.

"Please," Margret begged. The woman stroked Margret's hair, which only seemed to scare her more. "Let me make it up to you."

"That is kind of what we had in mind," he smiled.

"Just name it. I'll do it," she promised.

"We want you back in our lives," he explained. Margret gawked at him, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

"Our time with you was the most exciting time of our lives. Our sex life was fantastic, what you made us do were thrilling and dangerous. It was the best time in either of our lives. When you stopped calling, we felt something was missing in our lives, and we didn't want to go back to the way things were. Take us back."

"Um, all of this was your attempt to make me take you back into my little games? You want me to make you take risks and suffer my whims?" The man and woman nodded.

"This isn't some joke to give me a false sense of security before the other shoe drops?"

"No," I answered. "I don't deal in blackmailing other people and as I said, I'm not here to cause you any permanent harm. What you see is what you get."

"How did you manage to do this?" she asked. The girl blushed.

"I knew my father had this friend. We went to him and he agreed to help us 'deal' with you. He sent Taylor to us. He was supposed to learn all the information, no matter how trivial, on you so that he could find you and find out about you. It was during his interview that we realized that didn't want to destroy you. The idea of you being gone from our lives forever terrified us. We told Taylor our fears and desires; he came up with this plan. Did he hurt you?"

Margret paused and thought things over. She had a lot to digest.

"He didn't hurt me much and he did offer me the chance to come along quietly. I've got a bruised shin and a sting in my shoulder where he put the needle in me. My arms ache a bit too."

I stepped up and rolled her onto her side facing away from me. I un-cuffed her, let her roll over onto her back, and handed her the padded handcuffs. She looked at her wrist which didn't have a mark on them.

"I want to think this over," she stated cautiously. The man and the woman looked apprehensive, but they finally nodded.

"Taylor said this might not work. We accept that," the woman said sadly. I went over and got her clothes that I had folded and left on a table in the corner. The man handed Margret her panties, while the woman gave Margret her bra. She dressed in a hurry.

"How do I get out of here?" she asked.

"I'll drive you home," I offered.

"Maybe I should get a cab," she responded.

"Cabs don't come here after eleven o'clock," I informed her and the closet bus stop is four blocks away. In this neighborhood you are begging to get mugged. I'll show you to the door if you like, but I promised not to hurt you, and unleashing you in this neighborhood after dark does violate that promise. You are still free to go, though. I will show you out now." I headed for the door.

She followed me out of the room and into the cold abandoned building. She looked at the room then at the rest of the building she could see in the dim light. 

"What is this place?" she inquired.

"It is a room I had especially made for you. They wanted time alone with you without complications."

"They could have killed you," she accused me.

"No. I don't do wet work and I don't do blackmail. They might have given you a few bruises, but you were never in any real danger," I informed her.

"Oh," she muttered. I took her to a door that led to the street. She stepped out and looked around before back-stepping into the warehouse.

"If I let you drive me home, you aren't going to really drive me off into some secluded location and put a bullet in my head?" I took her to my car and we began heading home.

"I'm not saying I've never killed anybody, but I never killed anyone who hadn't killed before, and who didn't have it coming," I responded.

"Do I have it coming," she asked cautiously.

"You haven't killed someone, you haven't harmed or killed a child, and you haven't required me to find you for a third time. You and I are good."

"You can shoot me now. I'm starting to believe this shit is real," she wondered.

"It's real. They want you. I wouldn't help them blackmail you, but I would allow them to make the best case possible for being with you."

"And you thought that kidnapping me, stripping me naked, and sexually assaulting me while I was cuffed and blindfolded was a good idea," she said skeptically.

"You are a thrill-seeker. You delight in the game. It has to be new, risky, and exciting to interest you. You are also amoral and non-judgmental. Kidnapping you won't leave any lasting scars on you," I informed her.

"You think you have me figured out, don't you?"

"Tell me truthfully; you were wet before they even touched you," I challenged her. She took a minute to answer.

"Fine; I was scared and thrilled at the same time. Damn it, I loved you wrestling me to the ground. Even the thought of you raping me there on the spot excited me," she confessed. "What happens next?"

"Personally, I think you will take them up on their offer," was my opinion.

"Why is that?"

"You have power over them which feed your fantasy of control, but you also have people to share the risk with, which feeds into your need to do things that are fun and exciting. If you took this personally, you would be sitting here quietly plotting your revenge. You are simple to creative to let this opportunity pass because I cost you two hours in front of your TV using your DVD player, or worse, watching network television. Margret snorted.

"Two hours? Damn, it feels longer." She looked me over. "You are efficient," she said with some admiration. "Did it take you long to plan this out?"


A Little Taste of Blackmail Ch. 02



(This story was inspired by a request as well as another story I read on this site and liked. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.)

(This is a prequel to Part 1) 

We all think about doing it, parking in a handicapped spot while we run in and do a quick errand. What could it hurt? Well, if the few spots are now filled up, it means someone with a disability has to park in a standard spot and hoof it to the store. Come on now, if they drive a car, how bad off can they possibly be?

Celeste Rhodes ran into the Manx Emporium for a quick errand. Things didn't work out that way as she remembered one or two other things she needed to get. Tate O'Connor had to use both an oxygen tank and a wheelchair, but he was determined to live his life on his own terms until the bitter end. That end came while he was rolling down the parking lot at the Manx Emporium when a harried mother with two kids in the car backed out of her spot a bit too fast and hit Tate, fatally injuring the frail man.

Celeste Rhodes saw the whole thing because Tate almost made it to her Handicapped spot she had taken. The Mother got out and started screaming for help. All Celeste could see was a law suit by the man's family. She got into her car quickly and sped away. She wasn't alone in witnessing the tragedy. The woman who had been in the next checkout line at the Manx Emporium was right behind Celeste. She found Celeste's reaction to be very interesting. That woman put her bags down and pulled out her phone. She snapped a quick picture as Celeste pulled away.

As Margret Lassiter drove home, she thought about what she'd witnessed. Had the woman done something wrong? Maybe wrong but she certainly acted guilty, and was most certainly vulnerable to legal action. She didn't worry much about it. A morning search of the local paper told her the man had died in the hospital from injuries suffered. Death made everything much more interesting indeed.

Now she had to find out who the woman was. She walked around her cubicle hell at was her humdrum workplace, running down the list of people who could help her, and would help her. She singled out Walt the IT guy. Getting Walt to confess he could get the information she needed was easy. The price was not so easy, but one night of stale, awkward sex would give her access to the goddess she'd seen running away. The Goddess had a name -- Celeste Rhodes - and a phone number and address. Convincing Walt that they were not 'ready to take it to the next level' was even easier. Unwanted sexual advances in the workplace could do that.

Celeste Rhodes was on face book and mentioned in the news. She had a store that sold custom upholstery. Her husband was an ad executive with what seemed to be a successful firm. Margret rode by their house and was suitably impressed. It was way beyond her price range. Margret took a chance and picked up their mail to see what she could find out. She dumped the junk mail back in the box but kept the bills. She did this for three days, burning through a few hours of comp-time each day. On day three she was rewarded. The Rhodes's were running a huge credit card debt. They may not be underwater, but the family ship wasn't in good shape.

Now that Margret knew Celeste was vulnerable, she had to decide what to do about it and what she thought she could get away with. Margret decided the first step was to find out if Celeste would play ball. Margret felt shivers go down her spin as the phone rang.

"Celeste Rhodes," the sultry voice answered.

"Hello, Ms. Rhodes, I wonder if you remember what happened last week in front of the Manx Emporium." Margret heard the sharp intake of breath.

"I'm not sure I know what you are talking about," Celeste responded nervously.

"Oh, in that case you won't mind me sharing the picture I took of you leaving the handicapped spot as Mr. O'Connor was dying. I'm sure his family would be very interested."

"Wait ... no ... he died?"

"Yes, he died at the hospital from his wounds. Maybe if you hadn't sped away from the scene, the outcome would have been different."

"Oh God ... I didn't know. I'm sorry, please believe me," Celeste pleaded.

"I was going to hand the information over to the police and let them handle the matter, but on second thought I was wondering if we could reach an accommodation."

"What do you want?" she asked nervously.

"For starters, how about a show of good faith."

"What is it?" Celeste asked.

"At twelve thirty tomorrow, go back to the Manx Emporium and by a single red silk rose and place it at the spot Mr. O'Connor died.

"What if I'm seen?" the fear creeping into her voice.

"That is a chance you will have to take," Margret commanded. She could feel Celeste faltering.

"Okay, I'll do it," Celeste agreed. "Will this be it?"

"No, this is a show of good faith on your part. I need to know you are committed to undoing the wrong you've done. At any time you choose, you can receive the judgment you have coming."

"How do I know you are acting in good faith?" Celeste asked.

"You don't. If I chose to punish you, you get punished. Whether this is private, between us, or in the public arena is up to you."

"Are you ... are you going to hurt me?" Celeste questioned fearfully. Margret had to be careful now. Running to her husband this early in the game could throw everything out of whack.

"No," Margret assured her. At least she didn't plan to do the beautiful woman any permanent harm, so that wasn't a lie. 

"What happens next?"

"Let's take one step at a time, shall we?" Margret said.

Margret took the pictures of Celeste placing the rose down. The woman looked fearful, but not terrified. Margret needed that fear. Margret was thrilled with the sense of control she held over another person. She was already imaging the next phone call to Celeste.

"Celeste," Margret said the next day right about closing time for Celeste's store.

"Hello," Celeste sounded dejected.

"You did very well yesterday. I really believe we can resolve this to our mutual satisfaction."

"Thank you, but what do you mean?" Celeste asked. Margret had her a bit confused.

"Here is what I want you to do next. Tomorrow I want you to wear the skimpiest, sexiest underwear that your husband adores. If you don't pick out the right pair, I'll know," Margret lied. "If you don't do this, you know what happens."

"But ... why do you ... I mean, you are a woman," Celeste stammered.

"Yes, I am a woman. Now I want you to go to the lingerie section at Manx, go into the changing room, take out the camera you will find stuck under the seat and take several pictures of yourself in the full length mirror. Take them from different angles, so I can appreciate how beautiful you really are."

"I ... okay, I'll do it," Celeste said defeated.

"And smile; you have a very nice smile and I want to see it. Can you do that?"

"Yes," Celeste agreed softly.

Margret kept looking over Celeste in her beige lacy panties and bra on her computer. The panties were not quite a thong, but they made her ass look even more enticing. The bra was clasped in the front and barely contained her D-sized breasts. If anything it made them look even larger. Fortunately Celeste had shown great skill as a photographer, capturing several alluring angles. Margret couldn't help feeling wet and had to go into her dresser drawer to find her favorite dildo. She came in record time.

"Celeste, you have made me very happy," Margret began the next day.

"Does that mean we are done?" Celeste hoped.

"No, but you have earned a bit of forbearance. I want a tape of you masturbating. I was going to have you do it somewhere public, but I now think that would be cruel," Margret lied again. At this point in the game, there was no chance that Celeste would do that.

"Where ... what," Celeste sighed. "Where do you want me to do it?"

"Do it in your bedroom. If you don't have a camcorder, get one. Set it up so I can get a good angle. Prop yourself up so that I can see your expression as you do it. Take your time and get into it, or I will make you do this again."

"Very well; where do I drop the tape off?"

"Manx again; put it in the back of the generic pain killers. Once I see you leave the parking lot, I'll retrieve it, but don't wait too long or something unfortunate could happen. This falling into the hands of the Manx Emporium store manager wouldn't do either one of us any good."

"Very well; when do I have to do this?"

"Your husband goes to work first. Wait until he is gone tomorrow morning and drop it off during your lunch break, say twelve-fifteen. I'll be waiting."

"I understand," Celeste said quietly. Margret thought she heard an undercurrent of excitement in the woman's voice as well."

Margret sat back in her chair; the picture on her TV was frozen. She was panting heavily in time with Celeste right up until the moment that she came. Celeste wasn't done yet, but Margret needed a rest. She'd become wet when she realized what Celeste had done. Instead of putting the camcorder on a stand, or dresser, she had chosen to masturbate with one hand while filming with the other. Margret got all kinds of angles including several close ups of Celeste's angelic face embracing the rapture of erotic bliss. 

Margret sat up and took another drink of wine. Celeste had proven to be very creative, using a variety of toys as well as hand techniques. Celeste was clearly very good at this. It made her wonder what her home sex life was like. Was her husband unable to perform? Margret decided that she needed to find out.

"Celeste?"

"Yes? Did I do what you wanted?"

"You were very creative and I am very pleased. I need only two more things to complete our business. Are you ready?" Margret said.

"Okay, but did you like it?" Celeste asked eagerly. Margret had to smile.

"Yes. It touched me deeply, if you know what I mean. You looked like you were having a good time, which was what I was aiming for. This does not have to go badly for you."

"I understand that. What are the two things you need?" Celeste inquired.

"The first I will tell you right now and I think you will enjoy it. The second I will tell you after your current task is completed."

"Alright," Celeste answered.

"I want you to tape a session of you and your husband having sex, and I mean a good, full round of sex. Leave nothing out," Margret insisted. There was barely a pause.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"He is not to know, of course. He doesn't need to know any of this has happened," Margret lied yet again. If Celeste's husband was a dud, she could take him for a little bit of money to offset time and expenses she'd gone through. If he was good, maybe she could have a little piece of him too. Margret felt herself getting juicy all over again.

*****

Margret found herself really hoping Celeste's husband wasn't a dud. He had excellent muscle tone with just enough tan to be delicious without looking like a slave to the tanning booth. He worked out. His hair was sandy brown and his beard shadow was full and dark though he shaved it daily. His chest and abdomen looked smooth and was responsive to Celeste's touch. Even his ass looked to be sculpted from marble. Margret found herself feeling jealous of Celeste and her good fortune up to now. The woman was close to having it all. No wonder she was doing whatever Margret asked to save her situation.

They were heard before they came onto the video engaging in playful banter. He (his name was Jesse) was intrigued with his wife's ardor. He wasn't complaining; it was more teasing and playing hard to get. He was 'tired' and 'only wanted to cuddle', but Celeste was clearly revving him up for some intense sex. She pulled him onto the bed and into sight. He landed on top of her, pinning her hands over her head with his hands. He was wearing gray draw-string shorts while Celeste was in a see-through light pink teddy with matching panties. The outfit was tantalizing and only made Margret want her more. Hell, Margret wanted them both.

Celeste struggled weakly and unsuccessfully as Jesse pinned both her hands with one of his and brought the other down to play with her hair. He looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply several times. Celeste squirmed beneath him. Jesse than began working his lips down to her neck and his hand down to her breast, which he drew circles around. He didn't grab it, he brushed and teased it. Celeste gave a moan from the combined pleasure of his gentle sucking on the neck and the sensations coming from her chest.

"Please," Celeste begged.

"No," he teased, "you've been bad." Celeste moaned again, this time deeper and more guttural. Margret wanted those lips on her neck and that hand on her breast. She began teasing her own breast in the same manner that Jesse was teasing his wife. It was really turning both women on. Margret wanted him, she needed him, and she was going to have him.

Jesse kissed his way down to her other breast and breathed on it. The nipple became clearly erect. His lips were so close to it that Margret had to rewind twice to be sure his lips didn't make contact. He then let go of her hands, which Celeste left where they were while he kissed down her stomach along the center line toward her crotch. His hand reached down, caressed her waist, hip and thigh before settling on a spot behind her knee. Celeste moaned again from his briefest touch. Margret repeated the gesture on herself and it felt really good.

Celeste began purring with pleasure as Jesse's hands slid underneath the hem of her teddy and pushed up, fingers making small lines along her body while the back of the hand provided the impetus for the fabric to move up. This time, each finger unerringly found each tormented nipple and briefly circled and flicked it. Celeste's back arched. Margret was mirroring the path of his hands on her and felt a strong tingling down below. She'd have to find a suitable reward for Celeste, if the rest of the performance was this good.

When Jesse got the teddy over her head, he bent in for another deep kiss that left her lips and tongue wanting more. Margret licked her lips in anticipation. The teddy went up until he bundled it at her wrists. Celeste pouted.

"I want to play with you," she told her husband.

"That's not good enough," he taunted her. "I want you to scream it." Margret could only imagine the hunger in that man's eyes as he looked down at his wife.

"Next time I'm on top," she moaned like a wanton whore, "and you get pinned down."

"Fair enough," he smiled back. Margret nearly came right there, imaging him bound up and at her mercy. To have them both bound and at her mercy -- that thought alone made Margret come.

Celeste was wiggling under Jesse's tongue and lips as he played with her neck and ears. He shifted slightly to the side so that he could stroke her waist, hip and thigh right at the pantie line. This was clearly a game Celeste enjoyed. This was the closest Margret had been to sex without having sex herself. It made many of the empty encounters she'd experienced a bitter drink indeed; even those trysts that had lasted more than a minute had never had this intense a session of foreplay. Boys only seemed to be interested in putting it in and getting off in her. Celeste had a man who saw her body as a lush playground instead of a receptacle for his sex.

Jesse's tongue and teeth upon her nipple sent Celeste crashing over the edge. She had an intense, loud orgasm which Jesse stroked her gently through. Margret had to rewind because she'd gotten thought in her lustful thoughts. As Celeste purred contently, Jesse slid down to her legs so that he was partially off the bed. With one hand he pulled his shorts down and kicked them off with his feet. Margret had little doubt this man was a dud. It was hard to judge size, but he certainly beat Walt the IT guy in spades.

"God Baby, I need it," Celeste pleaded.

"You got it Honey," he said soothingly. He reached up and pulled down her panties. Margret could tell those panties were already wet. She wondered how they smelled like. They probably were intoxicating. Jesse thought so, because he held them up to his noise and inhaled. Jesse didn't hesitate long. He slid up her body on his hands and knees, settling into her as she raised and separated her legs open wide.

Like a couple long accustomed to each other's wants and needs, he lowered himself onto his lover. Margret could tell the moment of penetration as Celeste's head pitched back and she moaned loudly. Even now, he didn't pound into her like some slab of meat; he eased his way in letting her sex expand to accept his girth. Celeste began pushing up toward him, urging him onward. Her hands wrapped around his neck and he 

lowered himself down for another deep kiss. He held it for his first full thrust. Celeste grunted and Margret gasped in pleasure too.

"Harder Jesse, harder," she pleaded. Jesse acquiesced and his hips began pushing harder and deeper into her. Celeste's legs moved up around Jesse's ass, crossing and pushing him even deeper. Celeste's giant breasts were now shifting obscenely to their rhythm. Jesse began to glisten with sweat.

"Come on," Celeste panted, "come on, make me feel it."

Jesse shifted his weight down one elbow. With his free hand he began to twist and pull on her nipples. Celeste bit her lower lip and made these sensual little whimpering noises. Hell, Margret wanted to rip into the screen and rape the woman right then. She wanted Celeste to be urging her on ... or maybe she wanted to have her legs wrapped around Jesse's ass, pulling him deeper into her. That thing would split her open and wrack her with orgasms, and she'd be left wanting more. 'Fuck both of them', she thought. This was so unfair.

Jesse was really giving it to her now and Celeste was giving it right back, thrusting up to meet each penetration.

"Are you close?" he panted. Celeste could no longer speak she was panting so heavily. She nodded vigorously. Jesse stopped playing with her nipple and reached back to Celeste's ass. He bent her hips farther up and Celeste shuddered. Now Margret could see Celeste fighting a losing battle against her inner fire. Jesse was building up and finally rasped out a 'Yes'. He must have come because Celeste immediately hit her own orgasm. Jesse was still pounding away at her. The bastard was rolling one orgasm into another until Celeste's arms fell away from him.

Jesse made only a few more strokes. Margret was sure that Celeste had passed out, but when Jesse leaned down and kissed her, she responded in kind.

"Anything else I can do for you tonight?" he breathed into her. 

"How about I do something for you?" Celeste managed to pant out. Jesse looked intrigued. Margret hit the pause button and went and got a towel.

It didn't take long for Margret to figure out what Celeste was doing. She coaxed Jesse around so that he was feet first towards the camera. She then knelt beside him and took his semi-rigid into her mouth. Margret imagined what their combined juices must taste like. She had no doubt it would be better than honey for her.

"Damn baby," Jesse groaned as he looked up at her, "you are on fire tonight." In response, Celeste worked on his member harder and pumped him with her hand. When he laid back down Celeste looked up and stared at the camera's hiding spot.

"You could say I'm inspired," she smiled to Margret before she going back to work on his cock. Margret wanted to reach through the screen and kiss Celeste right then. She'd like to taste him on her tongue as well. Celeste certainly loved sucking his big dick, of that Margret was sure. She pumped and sucked on him harder. She could see his well-muscled chest begin to raise and fall rapidly.

Finally, he sat up and pulled her to him. They kissed deeply. He brought her body next to his then slowly rolled her onto her stomach. Instinctively she arched her butt up. Jesse moved behind her and put his hands on his hips. Margret couldn't see him penetrate Celeste, but she couldn't bring herself to blame the woman. The woman looked at the camera while Jesse began to gently stroke into her. It was straight sex again; maybe Celeste didn't do anal. She certainly was into doggy style though. 




A Little Taste of Blackmail Ch. 02



Jesse didn't disappoint Margret even now. He leaned more of his weight onto Celeste's back who braced her hips to take it. Jesse then put a hand underneath Celeste, starting at the stomach and edging down. When he reached his destination, Margret could feel the sensual sensation move through Celeste's body because she bit her lip and whimpered. Jesse began moving his hands in small circles. It was clear that Celeste loved what he was doing to her. She kept stealing glances at Margret between the tremors that tingled her body. Margret was feeling the heat too.

Celeste now pushed up onto her hands, arms straight. Jesse responded by moving his other hand from her hip to Celeste's stomach. In synchronicity, she leaned back and he pulled her to him. He was fucking her from behind while she was upright, grinding into his crotch. His 'free' hand moved up to one of Celeste's breast and began working her nipple over. Jesse began to alternating between nibbling her ear and sucking on her neck.

"Who the hell is this guy," Margret sighed, "and why didn't he ever come into my life?" Margret knew the answer -- body type, income, and social network. She vowed to have him now though. He if he didn't give her at least two orgasms, she was going to accuse him of not trying, and make him try it all night until he got it right. 

The hairs on Margret's neck were standing up painfully from the phantom titillations. Celeste needed no mental proxy. She was getting the real thing, and the real thing was getting into her. Celeste wouldn't let up on Margret though. With small movements, she positioned herself so that she was facing directly into the camera. Her eyes alternated between closing in concentration as she fought down another orgasm and staring straight into the lens. Margret couldn't tear herself away.

Again Margret heard that little whimpering noise.

"Are you ready Baby?" he whispered to her. 

Celeste nodded then said, "P ... p ... please."

Jesse began pulling and twisting her clit unmercifully. The nipple he'd been playing with got the same treatment. Margret made a note to demand that when she got him into bed.

Celeste opened her mouth, but no sound came out. For a half-second Margret thought the woman was chocking. Only when she noticed the liquid dripping around the man's lower hand did Margret realize that the woman was having another protracted orgasm. Jesse now slowed. His hand on her nipple moved down a little to rest beneath her quivering breasts. He held onto her, head lowered to her shoulder, gentle kissing it as Celeste first rose, shuddered, and then slowly came down from her high.

Celeste reached around behind herself to wrap her hand in her husband's hair. He raised his head until they were cheek to cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime," he responded before going back to nibbling her ear. Celeste stole that moment to look at the camera.

"Thank you," Celeste whispered again. Margret was going to kiss the lips that formed those words. She was going to ravish them. She was going to bite them and nibble on them and tease them with her tongue. She was going to fuck that woman until neither one of them could stand. Celeste was going to pay for that, Margret vowed. She was going to pay, and pay, and pay ... for at least two hours.

*****

"Celeste," Margret said over the phone.

"Yes," Celeste whispered back, "Was it everything you wanted?"

"I didn't ask you to fuck me; I asked you to fuck him. Wasn't that clear?"

"Sorry," Celeste said in a small, frightened voice. "I only tried to ..."

"Whatever. For your final task, I'm sending you to a hotel room tomorrow; wear something sexy -- no panties, plus one of those 'whor-ish' bras you like so much. When you get there you will do whatever that person demand of you. Do this and we won't need to deal with each other anymore."

"Oh," Celeste sounded disappointed. "Okay. I'll do it."

"I'll give you the place and time tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. Don't be late." Margret hung up before Celeste could reply.

Celeste walked up to the door. There was a note taped there, folded up. She took it off, opened it and read what was inside.

-Come in, shut the door, and keep off the lights. Don't say anything. Do what you are told. -- 

The victim of blackmail opened the door. The room was dark, but Celeste could make out a king-sized bed, three of the wall and that the fourth wall was broken by a dark passage that led beyond her sight. No person was visible. Celeste almost called out then remembered the note. She shut the door and was plunged into twilight.

"Walk to the bed," said a voice from the darkest recesses of the room. Celeste did so, stumbling slightly when she bumped into the bed.

"Take off our dress." Celeste shivered slightly. "Do it," Margret commanded sharply. Celeste jumped to obey. She unwrapped her sash and reached around to pull down the zipper.

"Slowly," commanded the voice. The light behind the voice came on, silhouetting her.

Celeste slowly pulled the zipper down shuddering slightly as she finished. Next, she shifted one shoulder out, letting it hang on the edge. The other shoulder reached the similar point on the other shoulder. Celeste drew her hands up to her breasts and shook her hips so that the dress started to slide down. It reached the bust line and was halted by her hands. As she lowered her hands down to her stomach the dress followed. The hands didn't stop there; they eased on down to her hips where gravity finally took over and the dress fell to the ground. One hand rose back to her bra covered tits while the other covered her womanhood. Margret felt herself tingle all over.

"Move your hands ... slowly." Celeste visibly gulped and did as directed. Margret tried and barely succeeded in not taking in a vocal breath in. In person, bathed in the half-light's glow, Celeste was breath-taking. Celeste moved both hands slowly to their sides; letting them hang down.

"Move on to the bed. Move like a cat. When you get to the center of the bed, face the headboard and wait on your hands and knees. Do not turn around." As Celeste did so, Margret was drawn to Celeste's breasts as the gently flowed down into a perfect round cup of her bra until they teased the eyes by almost spilling forward. The crawling woman's head was lowered and her face was covered by her long wavy locks. Finally Celeste got to the point Margret had directed her to.

Now Margret finally began moving. Her naked form crept as quiet as she could from the back bathroom hallway to the end of the bed. Celeste's breathing and stance hadn't changed. Both changed when Margret put her first knee onto the bed, pushing the platform down slightly.

"Eyes forward Slut," barked Margret. She now walked on her knees until she was behind Celeste.

"Move your legs farther apart," Margret hoarsely whispered. Celeste relaxed the tension in her hips and the legs parted a few more inches. "Enough." Margret couldn't stop herself from wedging herself forward and putting a hand upon each soft yet firm buttock. She squeezed gently at first but soon became more insistent, leaving little red imprints on her pale flesh.

Margret lowered her head down to that ass. She breathed in the scent of Celeste's arousal. Instinctively, she reached one hand down between Celeste's legs and caressed the outside of her cunt. Celeste was soaking wet.

"You like this don't you." Margret got no response. With her other hand she slapped down on Celeste's buttock, leaving a red imprint. "Admit it! You love this." Still, she got no response. Then it occurred to Margret what had happened. "I give your permission to respond to my question."

"God, I love it! Please don't stop," Celeste blurted out. The woman seemed embarrassed by the outburst.

"You whore," taunted Margret. "Are you my whore?" Celeste nodded her head. Margret removed her hand from Celeste's pussy, drawing a wet line up to her asshole, pushing ever so slightly and felt Celeste clench tight.

"You've never had anal sex have you? You may answer."

"No," Celeste whispered. "It scares me -- the pain."

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass. How does that make you feel? Answer."

"It scares me," Celeste replied softly. Margret was torn between the twin desires to watch this woman writhe and beg for mercy, or to hold her tight and drive her fears away.

"What would you give me for not fucking your ass? Answer."

"Anything," Celeste said hopefully.

"Pity really, because I'm going to take everything your body has to give anyway. You are going to let me, aren't you? Answer. For a time, Celeste remained quiet. Margret swatted the other ass cheek.

"Yes," Celeste sobbed. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"You really are a good little whore," Margret purred. She leaned over Celeste's body, running her hands from the small of the back up to her bra strap, making little groves in her flesh were Margret's fingernails dug in. Celeste shivered.

Margret now moved fully against Celeste's haunches, grinding her hips into Celeste's hips. Celeste responded like a well-trained mare, grinding back against Margret. Margret savored the heat that was radiating from Celeste's snatch. She had to shake her head free to remember to get back to her game plan.

"Move your hair from the right side of your face. I want to see that side of you as I look down." Celeste did so. Margret now worked loose the clasp of the bra. She ran her hands down along the band, gradually cupping each breast. Celeste's nipples became hard as erasers and as round as her forefinger. They begged to be twisted so she had a little go at them. Celeste gasped.

Margret kissed Celeste between her shoulder blades. She worked her bra forward until it fell down Celeste's arms and rested on her hands. Margret sat back on her haunches.

"Throw the bra aside," Margret commanded. Celeste quickly obeyed. "Now lean back against me." Celeste pushed up with both hands until she was pressed upright against Margret. 

Margret pushed Celeste's hair further aside on the right and took a nibble out of her neck. Celeste responded by pushing her hips gently against Margret's. Acting the same way she'd seen Jesse do, Margret had one hand move up to cup a breast while another reached down between Celeste's widely spread legs.

Celeste began panting, fighting for each breath. Unwillingly, Margret found herself doing the same. She plunged two fingers into Celeste's cunt, sliding them in easily. Celeste moaned in appreciation and moved a hand up to rub against Margret's face. She stroked Margret's cheek several times as Margret made small bites on Celeste's neck and shoulder.

"Did I say you could touch me?" Margret snapped, coming back to her senses. Celeste whipped her hand down. Celeste's chest was rising and falling rapidly and Margret could hear the woman's pulse pounding through her veins. Margret couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fine, you can touch me," she told Celeste, her voice strained with lust. Celeste's hand returned to Margret's cheek and hairline, while to her began reaching around and feeling Margret's ass.

"Comparing your ass to mine?" rasped Margret. Celeste made a choking sound. "Answer me," Margret pressed with a sense of sadness and fear.

"It's strong and taunt, like a coiled spring. It is tight, but full. I like it," Celeste purred. Margret nearly fell over. She could detect no hint of a lie in Celeste's description.

"Do you like my hair," Margret hazard to ask. "Answer."

"It is thinner than mine, but silky and fine, like a spider's web." To emphasize her point, Celeste ran her fingers through Margret's hair and pulled Margret's head to the side. Celeste started to turn her head. Margret knew what was coming, but her body wouldn't put her words into action.

Celeste turned her head until they faced one another.

"You are beautiful," Celeste whispered and then kissed her. The first was a brush of the lips, but when Margret didn't stop her, she pressed harder and longer with each kiss until Margret found her moaning into Celeste's mouth and felt her own wetness overwhelming her.

Margret picked up her tempo on Celeste's slit, alternating between tweaking her clit and driving two fingers into her. When she tried three, Celeste's muscles clamped onto her hand tightly. Margret's other hand began to seriously work over Celeste's breast and nipple. She scratched, pulled twisted and flicked, but everything she did to make Celeste moan brought an equal response from her own body

Celeste's lower hand came back and tried to wedge between their bodies. Margret shifted to let the hand in and it dove for her pussy, homing in right on her clit. Margret gasped when Celeste found it, causing the woman to work it furiously. Margret parted from their latest kiss to find Celeste staring at her with sheen of sweat and a pained expression on her face.

"Speak," Margret panted.

"I'm ... close. Are you ... close?"

"Yes ... damn it ... yes," Margret groaned. The woman had been holding herself back for Margret to share their orgasm. Margret hated her. Margret loved her. Margret had been with a few women, not a lot, but none of them had hung on to make sure that she'd reached the finish line when they did. This woman was impossible.

Margret gulped. "Come now! Come now." Celeste didn't respond with words so much as grunts and guttural moans. Margret's hand was clamped tight as the orgasm hit Celeste like a hammer blow. A small amount of juice drooled down Margret's fingers into her hand. That was the last straw. Margret screamed up at the ceiling for all she was worth. The spasm was so hard that she drove herself and Celeste forward onto the bed, Margret on top.

It took Margret a few seconds after she came down to realize that Celeste's hand was still making lazy circles around Margret's clit.

"Stop that," Margret sighed contentedly. Even as their sweat bonded them together, it felt so right for Margret. She wanted to just lay there, Celeste beneath her, hugged Celeste in an embrace.

"Roll us over," Margret whispered into Celeste's ear. The woman struggled to obey, her limbs still wobbly. When that task was complete, "Now, turn around and mount me. I want to look up at your and feel your tits. I want to taste them. I want you to reach down between my legs and put your fingers deep inside me then take them out and suck up my juices. Tell me that you want to do this. Answer."

Celeste rolled over and straddled Margret. Margret rested her hands on Celeste's hips, with those massive tits swing above her. As Celeste's hands moved down to finish their task, Celeste spoke.

"I want to do this. I really want to do this." She then drove two fingers into Margret's tight twat. It still felt a bit sensitive, but Margret pushed through it. Celeste brought her hand and put them to her lips. She licked the fingers first, making tentative little stabs, never taking her eyes away from Margret's gaze. Touching became licking and licking became sticking half of her hand into her mouth and sucking everything from them.

Margret made a come hither curl of her fingers and Celeste lowered herself down over Margret.

"Kiss me. Kiss me the way you kiss Jesse." Celeste gave a slight nod and smiled in a way that made Margret uncomfortable. It was passion she was staring at. Celeste bore down on Margret's lips. Tongues battled and lips were pressed against teeth. It was a hungry kiss full of want and desire. It was how people truly in love kissed when they were on fire for one another.

Margret felt it took forever for her to turn away. "Stop," she gasped. Celeste rose up slightly. Margret pushed her hands to Celeste's hips and pulled the woman forward until her breasts dangled above Margret's head. Celeste trembled.

"Lower yourself," Margret said softly. Celeste obediently lowered her left breast into Margret's mouth.

Margret began chewing on in, taking pleasure in Celeste's intake of breath. She twirled and sucked not only the nipple but as much of the breast as she could suck in. Margret's hands began roaming over Celeste's back. Celeste began to slide down until her crotch rested on Margret's hips and her legs began entwining and rubbing against Margret's legs.

Margret shifted her head to take in the other breast teasing the nipple with her teeth and pulling it down somewhat painfully. Celeste gulped; her breathing increased as she began humping against Margret's lower torso and grinding against her hips. Margret moved her hand down and slapped Celeste's ass cheek hard.

"Come on you bitch," Margret panted. "I know you can do it harder." She reached down and slapped the other cheek causing Celeste to begin to thrash against Margret's lower half. Margret went back to mauling on breast and then the other. Celeste made this little whimpering noise that was familiar to Margret. Margret grabbed each ass cheek and pulled them painfully apart then bringing Celeste harder into her.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh ... God!" Celeste screamed out. Her back arched and she stopped breathing. Margret held onto her ass as Celeste's whole body was racked with spasms. When Celeste came down, she landed heavily on Margret. A hard nipple fell back into her mouth. Margret bit into it and Celeste whimpered again, twitching slightly.

"Get off of me!" Margret commanded. Celeste drug more than lifted herself off of Margret. She laid face down panting heavily. Margret rolled onto her side looking down on Celeste whose face was covered in a tangle of hair. She looked so damn angelic. It made Margret angry.

"Raise your ass up in the air Whore," Margret growled. When Celeste was slow to obey, Margret slapped her ass hard. Celeste hastily struggled up.

"Spread your legs." Celeste did so. Margret moved behind her again. She didn't ask Celeste to pull the hair out of her eyes this time.

Margret wanted to slam her fingers deep into Celeste so that she could hear the woman scream. Somehow she couldn't do it. Against her will Margret's two fingers entered Celeste slowly, moving around ever so slightly. She wanted to get her fingers very wet which was no problem at all. Celeste was leaking love juice down her inner thighs.

As she kept up her assault, Celeste feebly was pushing against her once more. This woman had no quit in her. She seemed to have an unending capacity for sexual energy. Margret bent down and kissed Celeste on her lower back. When she withdrew her fingers, Celeste whimpered in wanton need. Margret knew she was going to get it.

Margret traced a line along Celeste's slit up to her anus. As she wiggled one finger in, Celeste tensed up and tried to stop the penetration.

"Relax and it will hurt less," Margret purred to her victim. Celeste unclenched, clenched, and finally unclenched again. One more push and Margret's finger slipped in. Celeste gasped and clenched the covers.

The finger slowly slipped in. From bitter experience, Margret knew how painful having something rammed up the ass could hurt. Margret wondered why she wasn't slamming herself up to the last knuckle into the woman. She took it easily and slow on Celeste, pushing in a little and then letting the muscles adjust to the intrusion. When she was finally fully inside Celeste, she began to gently piston into her ass.

After a minute, Margret inserted the second finger in. This time Celeste took it without physical protest.

"Do you like this? Answer me."

"It ... it hurts a little. It is different." Margret slammed her two fingers in harder and Celeste jumped. "Up on your hands." Celeste pushed herself up.

Margret now inserted two fingers from her other hand into Celeste's pussy eliciting a moan. Now she was working Celeste over with both hands, going in with one and drew back with the other in a steady rhythm.

"Let me know before you cum," Margret ordered. Celeste nodded, already finding speech difficult. Margret's arms were starting to get tired when she remembered a little trick. She angled her thumb so that it began to roughly push against Celeste's clit. 




A Little Taste of Blackmail Ch. 02



"Close ..." gasped. Margret picked up her pace. Even as she placed a third finger on Celeste's anus, Celeste rode to yet another orgasm of the day. Margret felt her fingers in both holes pressed tightly inside Celeste for several seconds. When she came down, Margret withdrew both hands. For a moment Margret thought about making Celeste clean her fingers, but she decided against it. She wiped them on the covers.

For a full minute Margret looked down at the nearly exhausted woman.

"Tell me if you can go on," Margret said with more compassion than she thought she could muster.

"Yes ... if it makes ... you happy," Celeste moaned. Margret wanted to rage against Celeste. She wanted to break her and make the woman cry. Instead she leaned over and kissed each of Celeste's reddened ass cheeks.

"Roll over," she asked.

Celeste struggled to obey.

"Get the hair out of your face." Celeste brought up both hands and cleaned up her face so that she could clearly see Margret's face in the pale light. "Come up here and suck on my breasts." Celeste struggled to prop herself up on her arms.

"Ly down," Margret told her. Celeste collapsed, her arms splayed out at her sides. Margret lowered her left breast down to Celeste's mouth. Before Margret could say anything, Celeste pushed her head up to take the closets nipple into her mouth. To start with all Celeste did was suck. Something inside the woman's head clicked because she suddenly nipped the nipple a bit before twirling her tongue around it. She alternated the teeth, the tongue and then the sucking the nipple down with great energy just on the safe side of painful.

"You've never sucked a woman's tit before, have you?" Margret groaned. Celeste shook her head in the negative. "Switch nipples," Margret commanded which Celeste enthusiastically obeyed. "Do you like doing this? Answer me." Margret said sharply. Now she could catch her in a lie. Their breasts were not comparable. Hers were much fuller and larger than Margret's and they both knew it.

"I love it," Celeste gasped between sucks. The woman wouldn't give up on Margret's breast, instead getting out words between pulls on the nipple and diving back in to take as much of the breast into her mouth.

"Your nipple ... feels wonderful ... against my ... tongue ... so hard ... and firm ... like butterscotch."

No one had said that before to Margret. She was used to the looks of disappointment she got when she opened up her shirt and took off her push-up bra. She had gotten so used to it that she was totally flabbergasted by Celeste's words.

"Do you want to keep doing this? Answer me."

Celeste answered by redoubling her efforts and bringing a hand up to help squeeze the breast as if she was milking Margret. She gobbled up more of the tit into her mouth until she could tease the nipple with the back of her tongue. Margret had never felt that before and her thighs began to tingle.

"Stop," Margret ordered. Celeste got one good long lick in before complying. Margret moved up Celeste's body until her cunt was over Celeste's face. She lowered it down until it was only an inch or two away.

"Eat my ..." and Celeste grabbed onto Margret's hips and pulled the woman the rest of the way down so that she could bury her tongue into Margret's snatch. The feeling was so intense that Margret had to pound on the wall to hold the orgasm at bay. For a woman who had never done this before, Celeste was an extremely fast learner.

Celeste brought one hand down to push a finger in from behind. The other began to grope and kneed her buttocks roughly, the way Margret liked it. When Celeste's finger was good and wet with Margret's juices, she traced a line up to Margret's asshole and pushed the finger in. It was not very gentle, but it wasn't too rough either. What it was turned out to be too much.

"I ... didn't ... ugh ... say ... you ... cou ... ugh ... FUUCKKK!!" and Margret went crashing into a red wall of sensation; the hardest orgasm she'd ever had. Like Jesse taught her, Celeste gently massaged her, keeping her at that orgasmic high seconds longer than normal. When she finally slumped down, she slid over Celeste's body until they were face to face. She kissed Margret and all Margret could think of was that her juices had never tasted better than there on Celeste's tongue.

"Thank you," Celeste said softly. Margret stared at her in shock. This woman was supposed to be suffering for the wrong she'd done, not happy for meeting her would-be tormentor.

"Get out," Margret snapped. "Get the hell out of here!"

Celeste hurriedly got dressed and ran out the door. Margret hated Celeste. She hated it even more that she tasted so good, was so responsive to the touch, and so giving in her sexuality. Margret flopped back on the bed and wept. It took her thirty minutes to get up and cut the cut the camcorder off.

*****

"Hello Mr. Rhodes."

"Yes," the rich, moderate voice answered.

"There is a gift for you in the mail box. I suggest you look at them before your wife gets home. I'll call you tomorrow so we can discuss the matter."

"Who is this?" he asked.

"I am a concerned party," Margret grinned before hanging up. She vowed to do much better with this one.

Jesse Rhodes didn't know what to make of the caller, but he decided to humor his curiosity and go down and check the mail box. Sure enough an unmarked document envelope was waiting for him. He opened it as he went back up the driveway.

What he saw were pictures of his wife taking pictures of her in stunning lingerie. He knew that pair well. She'd gotten them for his birthday. He wasn't unduly upset, but his curiosity was increased. Was his wife planning something? He opted to keep this from Celeste for now, in case it was a surprise.

The next day his Demi, his secretary told him his wife was on the phone with a bad cold. When he picked it up, it was the other woman; the one from yesterday at home.

"Hello," she said.

"You are certainly not my wife," Jesse chuckled.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," Margret teased. "What did you think of the photos?"

"What can I say? My wife is beautiful and that's favorite pair of underwear she has on. How did you get them?"

"We'll get to that. Let's say that your wife has done some things that you need to be made aware of; things that if they got out might damage your career and your wife's business," Margret gloated.

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this to us?" Jesse sounded a bit angry.

"If you want to save your status and marriage I suggest you watch what I've sent you and understand that things can get much, much worse. Your wife has not been a good person."

"I'll get to the bottom of this," Jesse threatened.

"Do that and everything that your wife has done wrong get put out there for everyone to see? She'll be ruined," Margret promised. "You'll have to divorce her to get out from under the scandal," she added. Now she got to see how much he really cared about her. God she hoped he turned on her on seeing that tape of him and her going at it -- their most private of moments bared for the whole world to see. It would serve Celeste right.

"Don't hurt her," he said without hesitation. "Please don't hurt her. I'll make this right with you."

"Then don't tell her what is going on. If you do, it's over. Do we understand each other?"

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadness. Margret wanted to scream 'to see you suffer you son of a bitch!' but she didn't.

"You'll see."

Margret had gone by and spied on Celeste at her store. The woman seemed bright and chippers; helping customers and racing for the phone whenever it rang. Margret couldn't help but wonder if that was disappointment in Celeste's eyes whenever the conversation started. There was no sign that Jesse had been a bad boy.

"Hello again," Margret began in her best seductive voice.

"Oh," Jesse answered bitterly, "it is you."

"You sound upset. I would have thought you would be happy that your wife's betrayal was laid out for you. I've helped you out here."

"Really? Is that what you call it?" Jesse retorted.

Now that I've done something for you, I want you to do something for me," Margret said pleasantly. "We could always make you two an internet sensation if you don't."

"Damn it," he growled. "What do you want?"

"I want some pictures of you, nude, from various angles. I want to verify that it is an all-over tan."

"No," Jesse snapped.

"Bye then," Margret snapped, playing her bluff well.

"Wait! I can't believe I'm doing this, but how and where?" Jesse responded softly.

"Manx has a men's section that does alterations -- the whole nine yards. Use the first booth, take off your clothes. You'll find a camera tucked beneath the seat. Take it out and use it; you are a bright boy. Think of your wife; play with yourself a little bit. Do it today on your lunch break. Get into it and the next task won't be so hard."

Next task?"

"All in due time; hurry, it is almost lunch time already. Margret had timed it this way so that Jesse would have less time to chicken out. She really wanted those photos. They would make a great addition to her collection and would fit in wonderfully with those of Celeste. They really did look good together.

Later that night Margret was sitting at her computer, naked except for her bathrobe, which she had pulled open. It was clear to her that no matter how angry and upset Jesse had been when he started this, he had definitely been a good boy for her. His muscles were well-defined without being overwhelming. Watching the pictures that evolved as he stroked himself and his face slowly changing from disgust to lust brought Margret's hand between her legs, twirling and touching. As Margret came, the only thing she couldn't decide was if she wanted to taste it before or after he got it between her legs.

"Hey Lover, those pictures were out of this world," Margret said, calling in the early afternoon this time. "It makes me want to eat you up."

"When you didn't call this morning, I hoped that we were done," Jesse sighed. "What now?"

"Call Celeste and say you have a business meeting tonight," Margret requested. She gave him the motel, the room number and the time to be there. "Be late, and you know what happens." The love of the power over another person's life flooded back over her.

Margret wanted this encounter to be very different. She dressed in the sluttiest lingerie and had the rooms' lamps at the lowest lighting possible, with no background light from the bathroom. He was relieved by Jesse's punctuality. She wasn't sure what she would have done had he been late, or worse, not shown up at all.

"Come in," she said. Jesse came in wearing work attire, but even that was cut close and well-tailored. His eyes promptly tracked her voice to the bed. Margret was propped up on two pillows against the backboard, one farthest leg extended and closest one bent at the knee. Her red stockings were held in place by red garters. Her panties were silky red and sheer that left little to the imagination. Her bustier, also red was cinched so tight that she could barely breathe. She tried to judge his expression as his eyes roamed over her body.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. Only then did Margret realize they had been staring at one another.

"I want you to watch something," she purred. "It is a little presentation that you should find interesting." She reached beside her and cut on the TV and DVD player. Celeste coming in through the same door leapt to the screen. Jesse craned his neck to see.

"Come here," Margret called, "and sit at the foot of the bed. You can see more that way." Jesse did as directed. Margret moved up behind him, legs folded beneath her, so that she could whisper in his ear. When the scene moved to Celeste removing her clothing, she had Jesse do the same, but slowly so that she could run her hands over his flesh as it was revealed.

"Let me take off your undershirt," Margret sighed into his ear. It wasn't meant as a request and he didn't treat it like it was. She reached down and pulled it lose from his trouser band. There was just a hint of sweat to the shirt. Jesse was getting aroused. As it came up she began giving his strong back and broad shoulders licks and kisses.

"Do you work out much?" she asked.

"Home gym; six days a week. I also jog with Celeste three days a week." Celeste slapped the back of his head.

"You don't get to use that name. If you want to call her something, call her 'My Slut', is that clear."

"Yes. What do I call you?" Jesse asked.

"Mistress will do." Jesse nodded and took off his pants. His socks followed but he kept his eyes on the screen. Finally he stood up and took off his underwear. Margret paused the video.

"Stand up, arms stretched out and slowly turn around until you face me."

As he slowly turned around she appreciated the fine definition of his muscles. There was no way she could score a man like this, with this body and those good looks without resorting to desperate measures.

"Who do you like better?" Margret taunted. There was no right answer. If he said Margret, he was shamelessly sucking up. If he said 'My Slut', she could punish him.

"I don't know. Stand up and let me drink you in," he responded after a moment. Now Margret was stuck. She could childishly withdraw the question, or she could do what he wanted. She had to admire this coolness under fire.

As Margret moved to get off the bed, Jesse offered her his hand. For a second she didn't know what to make of it then she took it and he helped pull her upright.

"Thank you," sort of tumbled out of her. Jesse looked at her, slowly moving his gaze from head to toe. He walked around her, inspecting her. Several times he reached out to touch her, but pulled up at the last second. He stood at her back for too many seconds his hands running through the ends of her hair. Margret wiggled uncomfortably, she was getting so wet.

"Apples and Oranges," he whispered to Margret in a passionate voice. My Slut has a larger ass, but yours is slender and tight. My Slut is more curvaceous, but yours is sleeker, with better defined lines. Your hairs feel different; My Slut's being silkier and flows through the fingers, but yours is rougher plays better with my hands. Shall I go on?"

Margret paused for a second. She weighed each word. He hadn't lied. He hadn't made a choice either.

"Which one would you rather have here right now?" she ground our hoarsely.

"Here? I'd rather have you," Jesse answered. Margret rounded on him and slapped him across the face.

"Liar! You would rather have your Slut here."

"Then why am I here with you when I could be at home with My Slut?"

"Because I could destroy you," Margret spat. Jesse nodded and sat down at the foot of the bed. He picked up his underwear.

"What are you doing?" Margret snapped.

"You clearly don't want me here so I'm leaving."

"You will leave when I tell you that you can leave," Margret growled. "Now get on the bed. I want you at the headboard, lying on your back -- Now!"

Jesse dropped his underwear and scooted back up the bed. He reclined so that he was propped up on his elbows, looking at Margret.

"Now I'm going to fuck you and you are going to fuck me and you are going to make me orgasm like I've never come before or I will destroy you and Celeste. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," he said evenly though his eyes now had a spark of lust in them. Margret was half way up the bed, barely even with his knees when Jesse pushed himself up and threw her down. He was on top of her before Margret processed what had happened. 

"What are you doing?" she yelped.

"You told you to fuck you," he responded. "I'm doing just that." His hands pawed at her clothes, her panties were ripped off in a painful, but highly erotic fashion. His mouth latched onto the corner of her neck and shoulder licking and biting her. On her thigh she could feel his engorged manhood.

"Wait, I want to be on top," Margret pleaded. She saw her control spiraling away. Effortlessly, Jesse rolled over on his back, pulling Margret with him. When he stopped, she felt a tingling down below. Jesse let go off her neck and gently pushed her up into as sitting position. She felt her vagina sitting on his penis, the head an inch in front of her. She was already soaking wet, but now as Jesse moved, the length of his penis rubbed back and forth against her stimulated clit.

"Stop," she panted. Jesse immediately stopped one hand half way up her bustier and the other resting on her hip. "Hold on, I need to catch my breath. Don't you dare move." Whether by nature or design, Jesse's penis began throbbing beneath her. Margret's mind raced for direction. She found it with the remote. He turned the video back on.

With Celeste moaning in the background, Margret allowed herself to be transported back to that moment, savoring her sweet scent. Slowly Celeste began rocking back and forth along the shaft of his penis, now teasing the head then slipping back so that her juices coated his balls. She opened up har eyes and realized she was bumping up against one of his hands, the one reaching for her breast. She took the hand and placed it there.

His other hand now came up and began working the other breast. Using his stunning abs he pulled himself up and worked the lace covering down with his teeth while his hand scooped inside and liberated the breast. He fell upon it, sucking like and infant, pulling the whole breast in until her nipple was pressed against the roof of his mouth. It was a delicious pressure. That her breasts couldn't compare to Celeste's didn't matter. All that mattered was his focused attention on her body.

Margret almost missed the hands reaching around behind her body to the clasps of her bustier. They worked the thread and soon it was loose enough for him to start pushing it up. Again there was that struggle for control. Her hands came down and stopped his. He relented at once then she pulled up her bustier by herself. Only when it reached her head and she couldn't see him did she feel his hands pull around her waist and bring her nipples down to within range of his lips. Either this man had extreme Mommy issues, or a passion for breast milk, because he brutally tore into her chest.

This wasn't playing around, this was fucking, but it also wasn't something that you ran up to crested and finished all in the span of thirty seconds. Margret's body was being brutally used.

"You don't do this to her, do you?" she panted to him. Jesse shook his head in the negative. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You are not her. You are you, so you deserve to be treated in your own way," he explained between mouthfuls of breast. As he pulled her down and forward; Margret felt him slip insider her like a thief in the night. She tried to say something about it, to make him stop, but it felt too damn good stretching her out and filling her up.

"Bastard," he moaned. With one breast fully encased in his lips, Jesse's hands wondered playfully down Margret's flanks until the grasped both of her buttocks. He took control of the tempo, every downward stroke pushing him a little more into her. At what seemed to be the half-way point, he suddenly pushed her down hardly while he brutally shoved his hips up. He pushed the last half of his thickness into her. Margret screamed ... then she came.

He didn't stop with the one stroke, he brutalized her. Margret felt like she was on fire. She'd never been fucked so long and so hard at the same time. He wouldn't let her down from her orgasm until she pleaded with tears in her eyes for him to have mercy. He gently pulled her down to his chest and held her tight. She felt his heart pounding and his breath struggling as she pressed her ear to his chest.




A Little Taste of Blackmail Ch. 02



"What was that?" Margret groaned.

"You said you wanted to be fucked, so I fucked you. Are you ready to make love now?" Jesse whispered passionately.

"Let me catch my breath," she hummed contently. His arms held her close and Margret felt an odd sensation. She felt safe.

"You can go home now," Margret sighed.

"I don't want to," Jesse said after a moment. "There is a lot more to you than I've seen so far."

"I won't do anything to you or Celeste anymore. You are both safe. You can go now?"

"Can I stay?" he asked.

"Why would you?" Instead of answering with words, he did so with deeds. He rolled Margret onto her side then spooned against her. He moved his hips and with a hand, her leg, so that he entered her from behind. Margret moaned and found herself pushing back. He rested his head on one shoulder. With that arm he reached around and played with her hair. His free hand came around and gently touched each tender nipple, still smarting from their earlier rough treatment.

"I like the noises you make," he whispered into her ear.

"Fuck you," Margret moaned. "You just want to put your dick in my again."

"You are absolutely right. Once was not enough," Jesse confessed. Margret didn't know what to say. This wasn't going according to plan. Jesse started to nibble on her ear. His thrusts became more persistent. Margret found her hand going to do her clit and rubbing it in circles. She twisted her head around until they were face to face. The wanted to say something but all words escaped her when she looked into those eyes. She'd seen it before when he was fucking Celeste. It was hunger; hunger for her.

He kissed her and she kissed him back, their tongues more playful than commanding. His free hand went from nipple to the swell of her stomach and rested upon the hand she was pleasuring herself with. He pressed down on it, increasing her pleasure and driving her closer.

"I'm very close," he groaned. Margret responded by driving her ass harder against him and increasing the tempo of her hand. She kissed him again and again. He used his other hand to press their heads together. Their tongues were locked when his wave overcame him and she felt his hot semen splash into her womb. Margret broke her kiss to scream out as her second orgasm rocketed into her.

"You are going to tell her?" Margret asked, naked lying there on the bed watching him got dressed.

"I already have," Jesse said with his back still to her. That was another knife in her heart. He had told her. He hadn't lied, he hadn't cheated; he had kept faith with his wife.

"What will you say now?" she gulped. His pants and shirt were on. He was beginning to work his tie back into place when he stopped and turned around.

"You are the only other woman I've slept with since meeting my wife my second year in college," he confessed. "I'm going to tell her you were rich in experience, a bright undiscovered country that I barely scratched the surface of. I'm going to tell her how wonderful it was for me and she's going to tell me how wonderful it was for her. See, when I saw the video of my wife with you, I didn't see two people having sex, I saw my wife leaping in to the unknown ... and enjoying it immensely. Now that we both know, we can talk about it and understand how good it was for each of us."

"I could destroy you," Margret threatened as tears started tracing a lonely trail down her cheeks.

"Will you? It doesn't matter in the end. We have each other, now more than ever before," he responded. "I have to go; Celeste is holding dinner for me. Will we see you again?"

"No," she sobbed.

"Oh ... good-bye then," Jesse sounded disappointed. He put on his shoes, grabbed his coat, and walked out the door. It shut gently behind him. Margret got up and turned the camera off. She crawled back on the bed and started to sob, the tears now flowing freely. She could face the facts of why she cried, but the emptiness of her life was an unbearable beacon that led to her understanding. She knew the old truism now:

'Power is not what you take; it is what you surrender.'

***********

Margret knew she had to get out. She no longer knew who was using who; which person was in control. She hadn't fucked them, they had fucked her. Celeste had drawn Margret in, fucked her and then got Margret to fuck her husband. She was still ahead, but who would really be making the next move?

For Margret it was as now a sense that she had to get away before her perfect plan fell apart completely. They would find out who she was and get at her. She wanted them, but she knew they would get at her for what she'd done to the two of them and they wouldn't let her go. She had to escape before she got caught in their web.



A Little Taste of Blackmail



"Ten days; I had to get information, pick the site, have the room constructed, and track you. I do this for a living. I admit I found you very interesting."

"Why is that?" she questioned. "My normal life is pretty boring."

"Don't underestimate the ability to fly below the radar," I complimented her. "You are good at doing things unseen. If it wasn't for your thrill-seeking you would be a good snoop."

"Thanks, I think," she gave me a lopsided grin. We traveled in silence for a while. I could tell that her scheming little mind was going over plans, discarding some elements and embracing others. She couldn't help herself.

"Here we are; your house," I told her.

"Could you walk me in?"

"Of course; I've already put your dining room furniture back in place and your mail is on the door-side table," I informed her.

"Thank you. Keys please."

"I put them back in your purse. On the off chance you broke out and grabbed your purse, I put them back. I would have hated to have you half-naked on your doorstep."

"Why wouldn't I go to the police?"

"Blackmailing is a crime, punishable for more time than the couple would have done. Besides, you wouldn't do well in prison," I told her.

"Why is that?" she asked as she unlocked the door and walked inside.

"You are too pretty and too clever by half. Neither trait works in your favor in prison," I said.

"You think I'm pretty she said over her shoulder," grinning at me. She also put a little bit of 'oomph' in her step.

"I said so and I rarely lie." I came in and looked around in to both the living room and dining room.

"Care to stay a while? We could 'talk'," She grinned salaciously. 

"I don't mix business with pleasure," I responded.

"I thought you found me attractive," she said coquettish.

"I do and I'm going to go home, wake my girlfriend and pound her hard and long, but as I said, I don't mix business and pleasure." She couldn't help but smile when I mentioned pounding my girlfriend. If she couldn't have me, she could at least take comfort in that she influencing me sexually.

"Maybe we can meet later then?"

"You know how to find me," I told her. When she looked at me curiously, I added, "The woman knows how to contact my employer who will contact me if I'm needed. I don't recommend wasting his time though. He doesn't keep me around for my looks." 

"We could work well together," she suggested. I didn't want to burst her bubble, but I had already told her I don't do blackmail. My employer handles that side of the business and I doubt she would have anything that he would find attractive.

Will you take the couple up on their offer?" I asked.

"Yes, I will, now what about us?" she teased.

"You can work on that. As I said, you know how to contact me. If you have a good enough reason, I'll show up."

"I can think of a few good reasons," she smiled seductively. I could have asked those reasons, because I know it wasn't my stunning good looks (not having stunning good looks), or my sparking personality (I've been called dull and boring more times than I can count), but because I was playing hard to get. She liked the game and I represented a challenge. I also could be seen as a possible resource to exploit, and she loved her schemes.

"I agree, but if I can't keep my integrity I'm of no use to anyone. I have to go now before I do something stupid. Good bye Margret." I turn and leave, closing the door quietly behind me. I felt her eyes on me as I left. I had no doubt she was getting my license plate. It was a pity that she was wasting her time. The plate was from a similar car I had found in long term parking at the airport. I had borrowed it for this little jaunt because I knew she was on smart cookie. The car would be in the junkyard by sunrise and crushed by eight in the morning.

When I got home, I woke up my girlfriend and we had sex for nearly two hours. It was more like I had rough sex for fifteen minutes, a long session of love-making for an hour, and forty minutes of cuddling and talking. She asked me what had gotten into me. I told her it had been a stressful case and it had reminded me of how special she was to me. She liked that because she knew it was true. I had a problem that kept me up as she fell asleep beside me. Games fascinate me too.