Blackmail - Page 4

JEMMA · #46 26-10-2018, 11:09 AM

Dear Brothers,

If you like my story or videos, old add me some points or powers, in order for me to continue....at my best to satisfy your needs.

谢谢大家

okinawaisland · #47 26-10-2018, 11:22 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by JEMMA

Dear Brothers,

If you like my story or videos, old add me some points or powers, in order for me to continue....at my best to satisfy your needs.

谢谢大家

TS, thank you for sharing.

I am not sure if I can add points to you.

GHIJ · #48 26-10-2018, 05:42 PM

ts, thank you for sharing nice story.

setting up tent for more of your nice story.

JEMMA · #49 26-10-2018, 07:59 PM

Kate dropped all her inhibitions and went to town on Melissa's pussy. Creampie started fucking her harder, always matching Kate's speed with Melissa, encouraging her to fuck her harder with her mouth. Melissa kept her hand firmly wrapped in Kate's hair, holding her in place next to her pussy while she moaned in pleasure. Creampie had his hands on either side of her hips to keep her in place as he fucked her, stretching her around his bulging cock. The three of them became one, moving with each other's rhythms, caught up in the race to see who would claim the first release.

Melissa was the first to cum. Kate felt the juice erupt all over her face as she screamed, "Take it all you fucking slut". Most went in her mouth and she lapped it up. Creampie had her teetering on the edge and she couldn't bare the idea of displeasing either one of them enough to convince them to leave her when she was so close. Melissa seemed to sense this and pulled Kate's face up to look her dead in the eye.

"Don't you dare cum before he does," she threatened. Kate willed her body to listen, but the resistance only intensified the friction his cock surged through her. She kept her eyes locked on Melissa, desperately trying to stay on the edge, knowing she only had seconds before she shattered into a thousand pieces.

With the relief that water brings to the desert, she felt Creampie's hot cum shoot deep inside her, filling her up until she was sure she would burst. Her whole body shuddered as it finally gave in and she imploded around him. She couldn't see, smell, or hear, but only feel. A euphoria that made those moments feel like an eternity.

As she came back to earth, she felt Creampie lift her off the bed and to her feet. She stood nervously, and swaying slightly, unsure she could take anymore.

"Get out of here," said Melissa. Kate turned to leave. "But remember," Melissa called as she reached the doorway, "we still have your video. The next time we tell you to come over you better be here within the hour. This is just the beginning of the fun we're going to have."

Kate gathered her clothes from the living room and then left the house. As she drove home she contemplated what Melissa had just said. She had just assumed this was a one-time thing. But now they have the video they can blackmail her into submitting to them whenever they wanted. God knows how long they would keep it going for. She wasn't sure which was more bizarre; the fact that this couple had her completely trapped into being their newest toy?

JEMMA · #50 28-10-2018, 09:59 AM

Story 5

Every company has its own stories. You know what type of stories I'm talking about. Sarah got drunk at the Christmas party and got caught blowing Jon in the supply cabinet. Ever since Marsha's husband left her, she'll sleep with anyone that gets her drunk. Mark from Accounting used to beat his wife, but he's in counseling now. Of course, he still doesn't wash his hands when he comes out of the bathroom. Did you hear about the time the guys from IT when they were in Texas for a conference and they all got arrested at a strip club?

These stories form the mythology of our work places. Most of them are innocuous gossip spiced with a lot of lies. Did you hear that Michael's wife is leaving him because of the affair he's having with Liz from customer service. Her husband has no idea. But there is also truth to be had in these stories. If you know how to look and what to listen for you can find that truth.

But sometimes when the story gets out, it's all truth. Back in the late 80's there was a junior executive at my company that caught his boss embezzling company money. When he confronted his boss, the man begged him not to tell the truth; which he agreed to do, on one condition. The boss had to send either his wife or his daughter to his house, giving them over to the younger man for one night, or he would go to jail.

The junior executive's names was Chuck, and he was my boss for the first six years I worked for my company. He told me this story one night when we were camped out in a shitty, cramped hotel room waiting for one of our clients to get back from the airport. Their flight was delayed and we had been waiting for close to 16 hours. Later, when we got home, he showed me the proof.

Did you ever read that book about how most corporate executives are sociopaths? Men like Chuck are the reason why.

JEMMA · #51 28-10-2018, 10:11 AM

Chuck drained his second class of good red wine for the evening and went in search of the bathroom to take care of his business. This was not the best party he had ever been too. His boss, Walter, had invited all of his junior executives and their wives to a dinner at his house. Walter's wife Karen was doing the cooking, and she was a competent cook. But the evening had been boring and all there was to drink was wine. Chuck preferred harder alcohol. The conversation had been pretty boring and the food hadn't even been served yet. Karen, it seemed, was having some trouble getting everything finished.

The house was huge! It made him feel good to know that if he worked hard and advanced in the company maybe one day he could afford a mega mansion like this one. He thought he'd heard Walter tell Bart from accounts that it has 8 bedrooms. Eight! With a luxury five car garage that has its own filling station. That was ridiculous, and just the kind of luxury he wanted in his life.

As board as he was, tonight hadn't been a complete disaster. He wasn't seeing anyone, and there was no way he could show up to this thing by himself. The girl he was with, was an escort. A friend of his had given him a number to a service, and he had paid US$200 for her company this evening.

She was a grad student at FBU and pretty. He was pretty sure that he was going to get laid later tonight, but he was also pretty sure that he was going to have to pay for it. Also, Karen, although much older than he was, was still a beautiful woman at 43.

Walter's daughter, Karenna who had only made a brief appearance when the guests first arrived, was a knockout. At 18, and just out of high school, she was a SYT blond haired bombshell. She had just come from practice and was still wearing her tennis outfit, and it made him think some very naughty thoughts about his boss's daughter.

On his way down the hall to find the bathroom, he passed the table with the wine bottles. He poured another for himself and took it with him on his search. The hall bathroom, the one that he had been told about was occupied, so he ventured deeper into the house looking to relieve himself.

Soon he saw a major change in the way the house was laid out. There was a set of sliding pocket doors at the end of the hallway and when he opened them he realized that they were there to cordon off the part of the house that was supposed to be used for the party from the family's private areas. He instinctively knew that he shouldn't be in this part of the house, but he said "fuck it" and kept going.

"Hey," said a voice behind him. I don't think you are supposed to be back here. He turned to see Karenna standing across the T in the hall way from him wearing a thick terry cloth robe and a towel around her head. At first he got really excited, but then he realized that the robe was so thick and oversized that he couldn't see anything.

"Hey yourself sweetie," he said in his best Tom Cruise voice. "What are you doing?"

She rolled her eyes at him" It made him mad for a moment, then he finally said "Well I was just looking for a bathroom. The one in the hall in the main part of the house is occupied."

"You can use mine," she said pointing casually to the door she had just come out of. She was gone into her room before he could turn back around and hit on her some more.

Inside the bathroom, he was hit with the strong smell or overheated girl. Karenna had dropped her clothes from her tennis practice on the floor when she undressed from the shower. The hot smell of girl sweat and shampoo was almost overpowering. He made his way to the toilet, opened his fly, fished out his cock and pissed in her toilet. He made sure to splash some on the seat and pictured in his mind what she would look like naked in the shower washing her pussy. Did it feel good? Was she fingering herself right now?

He doubted it. He hadn't seen any look of lust in her eyes when he spoke to her. He zipped his fly and was about to leave the bathroom when a thought occurred to him. He brushed through her clothes with his foot and saw her panties laying there under her short little tennis skirt. They were thin white cotton, cut to ride high on the hips. Chuck bent over and picked them up. They were still damp with her sweat. He opened them and looked at the crotch. It had a yellowish streak where her little pussy would have been. He put his whole face in them and inhaled. He was overwhelmed by the smell of her, the panties felt damp on his nose and lips. He inhaled again and made a decision. He stuffed the panties in his pocket. She would probably never miss them. The maid would pick up her clothes in the morning and that would be the end of it.

He adjusted the erection in his pants to a more uncomfortable but less noticeable position and went to rejoin the party. As he passed Karenna's room he smiled to himself knowing that he would be using her panties to get off for a long time.

JEMMA · #52 28-10-2018, 10:13 AM

Back in the main room, his re-arrival wasn't even noticed. Everyone was gathered around Walter's giant projection TV. Walter was talking about a terrible disaster. A plane had exploded for unknown reasons over Scotland. Chuck didn't care. He was hungry and horny and was ready to get on with the night. His date, Melissa, came over to him and held his hand. She looked genuinely upset. There were tears in her eyes as she was explaining to him what had happened. He just didn't understand this kind of emotion in other people when it came to strangers. It never made sense to him.

Eventually Karen decided to take matters into her own hands. She clinked her fork against her crystal wine glass and drew everyone attention. "Honey", she said sweetly. "Turn off the TV would you." Walter didn't like it, but he complied. She made a little motion with her hand and he came up to join her. The five couples in the room, myself included, watched in interest.

"We are about to eat," she said sweetly. "I know the news from Scotland, and those poor people, is bad, but I don't want it to spoil the evening. I think Walter had something he wanted to say." She smiled warmly at him. Chuck gazed openly at her tanned legs and let his hand on Melissa's back fall to her ample ass. He squeezed roughly and she looked at him with a warning. Walter cleared his throat.

"Well, I guess it all comes down to saying thank you. The company has had a banner year."

"And so have Walters", Karen chimed in. Walter cast her a small, but strange glance, and then went on.

"Yes, we've all had a banner year. That's in large part to the people in this room. We're bringing in new clients all the time. We are charging our old clients more for new services. I'm beginning to think that this computer security business is going to be important to our future."

Everyone laughed at this. The company was an old school "locks and guards" security company. A few years ago we had expanded into programing computers to secure corporate data and it had quickly become 50% of our business. Everyone in the company was taking computer classes.

"And most importantly, we have our first celebrity client." Everyone made a little sound of agreement. "You can all see her, every Thursday night on TV and she is getting us a lot of good press and a lot of inquiries. Now, if only we can just keep her alive for another season..." he trailed off. His wife backhanded his shoulder reproachfully and everyone laughed at that.

"Let's eat," he said with earnest enthusiasm.

Everyone took seats around the table. Chuck made sure they were as far away from their host and hostess as possible. While they waited to be served he lightly trailed the fingers of his right hand up the thigh and under the skirt of Melissa. She swatted him under the table. A clear sign to stop what he was doing. He ignored her and pressed his hand further between her legs. When his fingertips touched her stocking tops she squeezed her knees together trapping his hand. Chuck was going to press harder, confident that she would not make a scene here at such a nice social gathering. She casually took her steak knife off of the table and using the table cloth as cover pressed the tip into his forearm. He was surprised, but he got the message. She was a bit feisty, and he liked that. He was withdrawing his hand when a voice said:

"Chuck, dear, can I serve you a game hen?" Karen was standing over me. If she had seen anything of what had just transpired under the table she had no indication on her face.

"Of course", he said hoping to conceal his arm coming out from under the table in the general direction of his date. When she served his hen, she bent over lowly and he could see down the cleavage of her dress. She had naturally large breasts, tanned with lots of freckles that she tried to cover up with makeup. He took a good look, but withdrew his eyes before she caught him.

He thought about her tan for a moment and remembered that Walter has gone to the south of France for two weeks. Apparently they had spent a lot of time on the beach. That was an expensive vacation. He wondered how long it would be before he was able to vacation in the Frioul Islands.

Throughout dinner he kept thinking that Melissa was going to be pissed at him for the little stunt with his hand, but it turned out she was charming and carried on a good conversation with him and everyone around them. He would have to remember that she was good at this next time he had a work party to go to. After dinner coffee was served. Walter took the men out to see his new boat, a nice 45 foot Chris Craft, and Karen showed the ladies the landscaping she was having done, and talked about wanting to put marble floors in the hall way.

Honestly it was a fantastic evening, and if Chuck had stopped fantasizing about the women or what he was going to do to his date later that evening, he may have enjoyed himself. That, and he could never set aside the feeling of envy he had for Walter. What had that uptight shit ever done to deserve this kind of lavish life style? Chuck knew that if he had this kind of money, he would use it right.

As the evening broke up he made sure that he and Melissa were among the first to go. He waited just long enough for the first couple to leave, so he didn't look rude, and then shuffled the two of them out right after. He was horny and he didn't want to keep making loathsome small talk with all these people that he didn't care about.

JEMMA · #53 28-10-2018, 10:26 AM

As they got in the car, Melissa was making it clear she wasn't happy. He didn't care, of course. He was paying her to be compliant, not to have feelings. He waited until they pulled out of the driveway in his little red convertible and then he put his hands between her legs again. This time he was rougher, forcing his hand up her skirt and into contact with her panty covered pussy. She screamed inarticulately and slapped him with both her hands and her purse at the same time. He pulled the car off the dark country road, into an abandoned old driveway, and grabbed both of her hands. They wrestled for a few moments, squirming around in the two small car until her legs were bent under her on the seat, she was facing away from him and he had both of her hands pinned at the small of her back.

She wasn't crying, but she was mad as hell, and he liked that. The struggle had turned him on, and he was rock hard, his erection pushing painfully against the gear shift of the car. He swiveled about a bit to make himself more comfortable. Almost all of his weight was on the girl now, and no doubt she could feel him hard and ready through their thin clothing.

"Now listen up, you little bitch", he said with a growl in his voice. "You and I both know the score. You fuck for money. Pure and simple."

"Fuck you," she screamed through her rage. She tried to squirm out from under him, but he was too strong and she was too petite to put up much of a fight.

"You fuck for money", he continued. "Now you have a great opportunity here. You can come back with me and make a few hundred dollars tonight, or you can keep fighting me, and I will pull you out of this car, fuck you in the dirt and leave you hear. Maybe you find your way back before some hick drivers finds you and makes you the girl he keeps in his basement, and maybe you don't. Your choice"

He felt her body relax a bit under him. She was really shaking now. She was scared but she was a professional and she knew she was in a rough situation.

"There you go. Relax and maybe you can even enjoy yourself", he said. "Just let it happen and it can be fun for both of us."

She started uncurling from the seat and he moved some of his weight off of her. Just as he was sitting back in his own seat and ready to drive off, she made a lunge for her door she got three quarters of the way out, but he was too fast for her. He caught her left ankle and pulled back on it hard. He opened his door and started to get out, and as she tried to kick him with her right foot he caught that ankle too and pulled her through the car, and partially out the other side. He rolled her over so that she was lying face down on the front seat with her legs sticking out the driver's door.

"So you want it the fun way? Fine by me," he said as he once again pinned bother of her hands behind her lower back and gripped them tightly together with one hand.

Melissa was starting to feel truly scared, not for being raped. In fact she had been raped by clients before. No she was scared he would truly leave her in this dark place alone and that she would get picked up by a driver or some other crazy the night held and she would never see her family again.

She screamed for help, but clamped down on it at the last moment, not wanting to enrage this man any more than he was. What came out was a guttural "Arrrggggghhhhh", and it came at the worst possible time. He had just slipped his right hand up between her thighs and pressed hard against her pussy.

"Oh, you like that don't you? Okay, we can do more of that," he said.

With that, Melissa went to another place in her mind to wait out the inevitable as she had done before.

The scream from her sounded like she was having a major orgasm, and he loved it. Could she really be this turned on by a little roughhousing? It was all in good fun of course, and he knew some girls were into it, but still he was surprised.

He pulled the skirt of her pretty dress over the round hump of her thighs and hips. He revealed the part he had been waiting to see all night. She was wearing a light tan pair of lace panties. They were the kind that came up high on the hips and low in front. He had heard guys call them wale tails before. He pulled them down to her ankles and pressed his free hand between her thighs and over her mons.

He was a bit disappointed that she was not shaved. He had seen that some of the girls were doing that now and he liked it. He liked how smooth and clean it made a pussy feel. They were somehow more naked. But no matter, he was still getting what he wanted.

In fact he wanted to finger fuck her for a little while, but was too uncomfortable in his pants to wait that long. Instead he pulled himself out, which was a little harder than he thought it would be with only one hand to make sure the ditsy bitch didn't run away or start fighting him again. He kicked her feet apart at the ankles and jammed his knee between her thighs so she couldn't slam them again. Slowly, using his weight and strength advantage, he worked her legs farther and farther apart until he could enter her without obstruction. Which he did, as hard as he could.

She was tight, but he was sure that had more to do with her resisting him than anything else. She was wet, but not as wet as he would have liked her. He liked it when a woman was extremely aroused, but he liked this type of fun too. Comfortably inside of her he moved his free hand to her head and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled it back. She was completely in his control. He worked into his rhythm slamming home each time into her with all the force he could manage.

Something brought Melissa back from her place. She was suddenly very aware of her body and what was being done to it... and what was worse is that it felt good. It hurt, being pulled and fucked like this, but somewhere it also felt better than it hurt. With a wave of panic she realized that this man was going to make her come.

As he fucked her, Chuck was surprised to find that first she stopped resisting him as much, and then she seemed to almost anticipate his thrusts and rise to meet him. He heard her breath start to catch and knew instantly that he would not last much longer. His own breath was heavy, his pulse was racing and right as he started to feel the walls of the bitches pussy clamp down on him he came, shooting his load into her. He didn't let the spasms of his ejaculation stop him though. He kept thrusting into her until he was completely finished. When he was, he let his body fall on top of hers and rested there, with his softening cock still inside her, while he rested and listened to her cry softly.

Women were like that sometimes. Sometimes they cried after they came, he thought to himself and was proud that he knew so much about the inner workings of women.

Melissa's body had betrayed her. This man had taken something that didn't belong to him, and her body's animalistic response had been to enjoy it. She felt sick and empty inside. But that feeling was starting to be replaced by the fear of being left out here alone. She had to get him to take her back to town.

Chuck stood up, and as he did, he slipped out of her. The semen he had pumped into her was starting to come out, and he could see it running down her pale inner thigh. It made her look like she belonged to him.

JEMMA · #54 29-10-2018, 09:35 AM

She stood up, and was still shaking, but offered him a wan smile. She shimmied in her skirt until it was down past her thighs again. He bent, picked up her panties, and put them in his pocket where the other ones were, without even offering to give them back to her. She didn't seem like she noticed.

After he fucked he always had to piss. Before he put his dick back in his pants he relived himself of some of the wine he had consumed that night and she stepped quickly out of the way so that he didn't splash her. Somewhere in the struggle she has lost one of her shoes and the quick motion unbalanced her and she fell against the car.

"Hey, stop that," he yelled, angry that she may scratch the paint. He finished urinating and stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up and walked over to inspect if there was any damage.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. It was ludicrous to think that she was apologizing to him but it just kind of came out before she could get a handle on it. Her whole world was jumbled up and words were coming out of her mouth and she was more than a little bit drunk and she was having trouble putting it all together.

"Come on, it's time to go," he said a little bit gruffly. "I have to be up early in the morning."

She hobbled around the car to the passenger's door as fast as she would on the old gravel driveway while wearing only one shoe. She had liked this pair of shoes, but didn't bother looking for the one she had lost. She knew instinctively that she would never wear anything she had on tonight, ever again.

Chuck had gotten off and was essentially done with the bitch. He was glad she had stopped crying and was not trying to make conversation. He had gone on to other things in his head and there was something bothering him. Driving her back home had been an unwanted chore, but he had done it anyway. She had been a good sport about everything.

When they got to her dorm, he pulled out his money clip and handed her another US$200. She took it a bit skittishly and crumpled it in her hand. "You were great baby," he told her. "A real good sport. I'll call you some time. After all, I never even got to see those tits." He smiled at her and touched her chin with his knuckle like Sylvester Stallone. She hurried out the car and into the dorm. He was a little miffed she didn't say thank you. That's okay, he thought. Next time we go out, I'll teach her some manners.

He laughed a bit to himself and started home. He was anxious to get off campus before any police pulled him over and asked him how much he had had to drink.

That night Chuck slept like a log. He was exhausted, and on top of that the wine and the mind blowing sex had done him in. But the moment he woke up, there was one thought in his mind: It was too much money.

It had first come to him when Walter was showing off his new boat, and ever since then it has been tickling the back of his mind. He had never seen it before because in security the money flowed in like water over rocks. But this was just too much. The giant house, new boat, landscaping, private school, exotic vacations... It all adds up over time and none of the other executives of the company seemed to be living that large. Could it be that they just hid it better?

That was the thought that kept him awake for the next two nights. He stared at his celling and tried to work out the numbers. They just didn't add up. On the third morning he got up, went to work before anyone else was there and started pulling paperwork he was not supposed to have access to.

To understand how this was done, you have to understand my business. It's a business that thrives on a lack of paper trails and receipts. Customers frequently use couriers to pay large bills with cash. Numbered bank accounts and transfers that are routed through more than one country and holding company are not uncommon. Don't think of these things as attempts to hide criminal activity, which is what most people think, rather they are trying to hide wealth. For the truly wealthy of the world, the people that need the kind of protection we offer, their biggest fear is not the Income Tax Returns but their competition knowing exactly how much they are worth. Money is power and their safety is tied directly to disguising that wealth. It keeps everyone guessing. It's even more true for major corporations.

And somewhere in all of the bank transfers, currency exchanges and cash deals, Walter had found a way not to so much divert a few drips into his bank account, but to funnel a whole revenue stream there.

Of course, just figuring it out wasn't enough. He also had to figure out where the money came from, how it was diverted and how much of it there was. Because of the nature of the business, there are usually strict checks and balances in place. But through a fluke of circumstance, one of the founding partners had died, and his replacement was never informed about all of the checks in place. The end result was a microscopic loophole that Walter had been exploiting to the tune of nearly US$300,000. That, combined with his already inflated salary had allowed him to live the high life. But that was all coming to an end.

JEMMA · #55 29-10-2018, 09:50 PM

Chuck checked his printed pages one last time before he left for his boss's office. He had far more than he needed, but he wanted to make sure that there was no way that Walter could argue with him. The wide sheets of lined paper had been printing in the computer room all afternoon, the tractor feed advancing one line at a time as the striker imprinted the pages with his future. It was all here. Now all he had to do was sell it.

He had called Walter right before 5:00 and asked him to stay and meet with him around 6:00, when the rest of the office had cleared out.

"Walter, I need to talk to you in private," he said. "I was reviewing one of our client's and I think I spotted some irregularities in the accounting. I want to show it to you, but I want to make sure no one else is around. This is some serious shit."

"What kind of irregularities," he asked a bit too quickly.

"I think someone may be stealing money from the company. Look, I don't want to say any more now. I'll come to your office at 6:00."

At 6:05 he knocked on Walter's office door and walked in before he was asked. For just a moment, before he made his stand, he looked around at the large, plush office all decked out in wood and leather and allowed himself to know this would be his office shortly. Then he got right too it.

"Alright, Chuck, let's hear it. Though I'm sure you simply made a mistake. There is no way someone in this company would be stealing. We're a security company, for crying out loud."

Chuck dropped the stack of impressive looking papers on the desk and said "Walter, over the last year you have embezzled a minimum of US$288K from 16 different client accounts and moved the money though Luzern, Switzerland. I have detailed bank transactions proving this, as well as all five of your bank accounts that you are hiding it in. "

Now here was the surprise. Chuck expected Walter to rant and rave. To scream bloody murder and fire him and have to be convinced of how much trouble he was in, but he didn't. He simply deflated like a hot air balloon with a hole in it and sank into his chair.

"How did you find out," he asked, in a quiet voice.

"At your house the other night. It was too good to be true. There was too much money there. Too many toys. It sure wasn't coming from this place, and your wife grew up comfortable, but not rich. It had to be coming from somewhere, and I wanted to know where."

At the mention of Karen, Walter flinched a bit.

"I guess I knew it was only a matter of time. Who else have you told?"

"No one. Not yet, anyway," he said. Then he braced himself and launched into the trickiest part of this. "And I don't have to."

Walter looked up, startled but with hope in his voice. "You want a cut?" he asked.

"No, I want your job. Here is the way it is. You resign at the end of the week. Contact your connections in London. They are looking for a new director of operations. The reason you are leaving this job is because you have always wanted to move to England. The pay will be lower there, but when you sell off all of your assets here you should come out of it ahead. They are going to think they won the lottery when you call and tell them you are interested in the job.

"You will then make it clear to anyone and everyone here that I am the only choice for your successor. You better sell it too, because if I don't get the job, you're fucked. And I mean that very literally. You're only other alternative is to go to jail for the rest of your life while thugs pass you around and shit in your mouth for fun."

There was a long silence while both men stared at each other, one broken, weighing his options, and the other triumphant. Finally Walter started nodding. "Karen always did love the English countryside. She would never even have to know. I could tell her it was a growing company... stake in our future..." he said quietly to himself.

"Two things," Chuck said. "First, it should go without saying, but there are two more copies of this information. One is with a friend, one is with my lawyer. If anything happens to me, they are instructed to deliver this information to the CIB. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said dismissively.

"Second, I better see confirmation of your end of this plan by the end of the week or the deal is off. I understand the transition will take a few weeks, but I better know my end is covered by the weekend, or we are going to have a problem."

"I get it. I'll find a way to make it happen. You don't have the experience, but I'll figure out a way."

"That's your problem, deal with it".

"You're a real son of a bitch," Walter said, not so much with anger or defiance in his voice, but with resignation. A powerful man, brought low in a matter of seconds. It wasn't enough. It didn't feel enough like victory. It was all too easy.

Chuck turned back around and stared at Walter for a very long moment. He thought about what Walter had said about his wife never having to know.

"There is one more thing that I want from you."

"I guess you want what's left of the money? I expected you to say that earlier."

"Tempting, but no. You can keep the money. I want your wife."

"What," Walter roared, as he rocketed from his chair. "You must be out of your fucking mind".

"Or your daughter. Honestly I don't care. Its 6:15 now. I'm going home. You will send one of them too me by 11:00 tonight or your life as you know it is over."

"You'll never lay a hand on my daughter!"

"Fine, your wife then. Explain it to her. Tell her how you will go to prison for the rest of your life. Explain how she and Karenna will be left with nothing after the lawyers and the CIB are done. No more tennis lessons, no more country club, no more fancy cars. She'll have to get a real job like the rest of us and she and your daughter will be living in some HDB apartment in a bad section of town, working shitty jobs and wondering what they ever did to deserve this. Or she can give up one night of her dignity and go back to living the life of a princess. Just over the pond."

"She'll never go for it," he said, shaking his head.

"Eleven o'clock. Tell her to dress pretty."

With that, chuck walked out of his soon to be new office and went home. That last part of the bargain he had never planned on, but it was such a good idea he was amazed he hadn't thought of it earlier. He stopped on the way to pick up some party favors, and decided to take a nap before company arrived.

JEMMA · #56 30-10-2018, 12:39 AM

By 10:45 that night Chuck was dressed in his finest suit. It was white, and he had the sleeves pushed up like that guy from "Miami Vice". He liked that show. He had stopped at a friend's house and purchased some coke. He had it cut and scraped into 8 lines on the glass and chrome coffee table. He took his first bump of the night and let the feeling wash over him. He shook a martini for himself and poured it out thinking "Just like in James Bond" as he always did when he made this drink.

He turned off all the lights in the back of the house and watched the street. He wanted to make sure it was Walter's wife that showed up, and not Walter himself with a gun and a cute little plan. That's what he would do if it was him.

Eleven o'clock came and passed and no one showed. He was beginning to get nervous, and then he saw the headlights of a green BMW 325s turn onto his street and knew he had won. He waited until he saw enough to know Karen was alone in the car, and then he turned on some music and adjusted the lighting. He wanted it mellow, not too bright and not too dark. Eric Carmen's Hungry Eyes played on his Hi Fi and he made a point of slowing his heart rate before he heard her knock on the door.

The knock came, faint, but somehow it also sounded proud to his ears. The line of coke must have started messing with him. Sometimes it made his thoughts come across as overly analytical, like books he read in a Russian literature class years ago.

He held the beat in his head. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand... he counted to let the suspense build. At twelve one thousand he opened the door and stared at Karen right in the eyes as she was moving to knock a second time.

And he was right; there was pride in her eyes. He could see it immediately. She was not the sweet MILF he thought she was. This woman had some steel in her.

Interesting, he thought.

He looked her over from head to toe. The very first thing he noticed is that she has been crying. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks had streaked a little bit. She had obviously been crying on the way over here since she applied her makeup.

She was a stunning woman though. In her early 40's she was in impeccable physical shape. To his knowledge she had never had a job, which meant her real job had been raising their daughter and keeping herself pretty for her beloved husband. She had done a good job of both.

Walter must have told her what he said about dressing pretty. She was in a matching two piece top and skirt combination. It was white with large purple flowers on it. An inch of her tanned midsection was visible where they didn't quite meet. It looked more like something her daughter might wear, and maybe it was. Maybe she took it out of her closet. The skirt stopped at mid-thigh and her legs were bare. Most women didn't go around without stockings back then and it added to the look of hastiness in her appearance. Her long cascades of black curls were styled, but not well. Her makeup applied, but without a touch of sincerity. Their talk had obviously lasted long and she barely had enough time to get dressed and make it before the deadline.

There is really nothing to say in a situation like that, so he just stepped out of the way and let her walk in. He could see that her hands were shaking at her sides. The high heels she was wearing were just a little too high and she was stepping awkwardly. She didn't know what to say either, but looked around the space like it was going to be her doom.

"I'm having a drink. Do you want one?"

"No," she answered and laughed like it was the most preposterous question she had ever been asked. "Where do you want me to, you know, be?"

Her eyes were liquid, filled with hate and resignation and fear. Even though her lip quivered and her voice cracked, he would have bet anything she had promised herself she wouldn't let him see her cry. He would see about that.

"There's no need for that," he said with some warmth in his voice. "I have you all night. I don't intend to rush this."

A look of revulsion washed over her face.

"Have you ever done coke before," he asked pleasantly.

"Yes," she said in just over a whisper.

"What does it do to you?"

"It makes me talkative. More outgoing." She was practically speaking through clenched teeth.

"Good. I have some there on the coffee table. I want you to do two lines for me." He said this as he was in the process of shaking two more drinks. One for him and one for her.

"I don't think so, fella," she said defiantly. "I know what I have to do here tonight, but that doesn't mean you get to treat this like it's some fancy party. I'm not your date. Let's just get it over with."

He walked over to her and held out the drink he had made for her. She didn't take it, but he kept it outstretched staring at her, letting the tension build. Eventually she stomped her foot on the ground and took it from him. He smiled and retreated a step or two.

"Just getting it over with wouldn't be any fun for me. What did Walter tell you to get you over here?"

"He told me all of it," she said fiercely.

"Oh I doubt that very much."

"Why? He told me about the money he stole, and he told me he is going to go to prison if you turn him in. I have to come here and..." she hesitated "Fuck you if I want him to stay out of prison." She said it too loud and looked away. She was not used to cursing.

"Did you know about this before tonight?"

"No!" she said emphatically.

"Did he tell you about the affair?"

"What?" she asked genuinely shocked.

"So he didn't tell you everything, did he? So before you do anything with me, before you fuck me, as you said, you may as well sit down, have a drink and a snort of coke and listen to what I have to say."

"I'm not doing coke."

"I'm not telling you the story if you don't."

The two of them stood like that for a while and stared at each other, both resigned not to give in. Finally she looked part of the way away and asked "What affair?"

"Coke first," Chuck said in a frank voice that left no room for equivocation.

She gave in. She kneeled down in front of the coffee table and smoothed her skirt around her ass so she didn't show too much. She bent over the lines, took the little straw he had laid out for her and snorted a line. "Another," he said flatly. She looked at him and then back at the table, and did a second line. At most she weighed 115 pounds. She would be buzzed out of her mind in a few minutes.

"Now sit down on the couch, and have your drink and I will tell you what he didn't." He let her find her space on the couch, all the way to one side. He came to sit right next to her. Facing her he put his arm over the back of the sofa and she leaned to get as far away from him as propriety would allow. She took a sip of chilled vodka from her glass to cover her discomfort.

Then, without an ounce of remorse, he spun his web of bullshit.

"You know that actress he has been so happy we landed? Well the reason he is so happy is about it is not that she brought on a bunch of business, but that he has been sleeping with her every chance he gets. Why do you think he's been flying out to South Korea so often?"

"Dana," she asked shocked. After the last few hours she was ready to believe anything about her husband. "I... I thought we were becoming friends."

JEMMA · #57 30-10-2018, 12:42 AM

"Karen, that's not the worst of it." She finished the drink and he could tell her eyes were looking a little glassy. He handed her his drink and took her empty glass and set it on the coffee table. "Did he tell you that he would be the only one that went to jail if you didn't come here?"

"Yes," she said.

"He lied to you. He worked the papers out to make it look like you were in on it the whole time. If the two of you are prosecuted together, it would mean a lesser sentence for him. Not much, but it would save him a few years. All of your assets would be seized and you would both be in prison."

"That bastard," she screamed. Genuine rage was written clearly on her face. "I can't believe he would do that to me!"

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JEMMA · #58 30-10-2018, 09:25 AM

Her face was flushing from the coke, booze and the emotional roller coaster. Her top didn't show a lot of cleavage, but her flush was creeping down her neck and chest to be cut off by the shirt.

"When I confronted him with this tonight, he offered to send me Karenna. He told me she was mine for the taking. He said I could do whatever I wanted to her."

Her face grew a darker shade of red. "I'll kill him," she whispered.

"I told him no. I told him that I wanted you instead. Honestly you should be thanking me. I kept you out of prison and I gave you a chance to be here instead of your daughter."

He waited and she only stared at him with disbelief.

"So thank me," he said. "I'm waiting."

"Thank you," she said through gritted teeth again.

"No, no. Do it sweetly. Tell me what you're thankful for."

It took her a long time. Her courage to stand up to him came and went several times. In the end it went, and stayed gone. She was beaten and she knew it.

"Thank you," she said in a quiet, cracking voice. "Thank you for keeping me out of prison and for letting me be here instead of my daughter."

He smiled at her the way an owner smiles at a puppy the first time it asks to go out and doesn't mess the rug up.

"Finish your drink and stand up."

She tossed the rest of the drink back. She did it too fast, probably to cover just how shaky her hands were. She stood, and faced him as he spread out on the couch to get the best view possible.

"Take off your shoes. I don't like how tall you are in them."

She bent down and undid the laces that snaked up her ankles. She kicked them off and into a corner. She lost four inches in height as she did so. Her hands fidgeted around the hem of her skirt twisting it like a nervous girl would.

"Let's take off that top next, and when I tell you to do something, I would like you to say thank you sir."

She swallowed hard. He would have bet anything that she had not been naked in front of another man since before she was married. There was a row of little purple flower shaped buttons down the front of her top. She undid them one by one as she said "Thank you sir." It caught in her throat sounding choked and forced. She threw the top on the chair revealing a very simple, white underwire bra.

Her breasts were a lot bigger than he thought they would be. The effect of her standing there so compliantly was causing him to get hard.

"Now take off the skirt, fold it neatly and place it on the chair."

"Thank you, sir." She said it, but she didn't mean it. She did as instructed. Her panties were again more functional than designed to be enticing. They were simple, white fare sold out of any Sears catalog.

"Take off your panties and hand them to me."

"Thank you, sir." She said and started to cry. Not hard, and not loud, but the tears rolled down her cheek anyway. She bent over at the waist and slipped them down to her ankles. She used one hand to cover herself and handed them to him.

He took them from her and as soon as her hand was free she used it to cover her mons as well. Chuck looked at the panties and smelled them. She must have put them on right before she left. In a good story they would have been wet and she would have been secretly loving this, but she wasn't.

He reached forward and with one finger he gently pushed one hand away from her pussy and then the other. She was shaved completely. Obviously something she had done for Walter or Bikini season, but not for him. He ran the knuckle of his index finger from her navel to her cunt and held his hand there while she suppressed s shudder.

"Now your bra," he said, leaning back on the sofa again. "On the chair."

She reached her hands behind her back and undid the clasp. She dropped the straps off one shoulder then the other. Her large breasts slumped an inch from the lack of support. With one hand she tossed it on the chair. She knew the game and knew better than to try to cover herself this time.

Her pale chest was freckled from the sun. Her blush ran down between her breasts and her dark purple nipples were hard from the chill air-conditioning. She was a very beautiful woman.

He stood next to her and without breaking eye contact he cupped her left breast in his hand. "If I had known your tits were this nice, I would have arranged to see them sooner." She looked away in her embarrassment. He continued to knead her breast in his hand while she looked elsewhere. He pinched the nipple roughly and she gasped.

"You forgot to say something that time," he said as he continued to pinch her nipple.

She had to breathe deeply several times to get her answer out. "Thank you sir." She said it through gritted teeth.

He released her nipple and she breathed softer. He walked around her backside and put both hands on her shoulders. He massaged them a few times, he smelled her hair. It was fruit scented from her shampoo. He kept a hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn't move and dropped the other to her ass. It was a fantastic ass! She worked out regularly and her ass was firm and solidly muscled.

He gripped it painfully and then smacked it hard to watch it jiggle. She flinched at the impact. He chuckled a little bit to himself, then reaching down to her knee he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and to her pussy. Her lips parted at the urgent press of his index finger. She was not wet. She was not anything approaching turned on by this. Still, he ran his fingers in and out and along her sex.

"Do you like that," he asked, knowing the answer.

"No!" she said with a growl in her voice.

"No, I don't think you do. Pity. But of course it's fun this way too." He continued fingering her as she gently swayed back and forth where she stood, swaying from the rough treatment of his hand inside of her. "Let see if you like this more."

He pulled the two fingers out of her pussy and ran them between her cheeks to her tightly puckered anus. He rubbed around it twice with his index finger, to let her know what was coming and then forced it inside of her. He got all the way to the second knuckle of his finger before she clenched so hard he couldn't push any further.

"Ahhhhh,!" she screamed. He knew instantly she had never been penetrated here before.

"Oh," he said. "Maybe that's why Walter has to go out of town to get what he wants. You aren't giving him access to the crown jewel." He worked his finger in and out of her a few times. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her throat to give him some more control. He felt her hot salty tears fall on the back on his hand.

After a couple of minutes of working his finger in her ass the thrill was wearing off for him and it was time to humiliate her in another way. He took his finger out and wiped it on her thigh. He grabbed her arm and steered her roughly to the sofa where he bent her over the armrest. He pushed her face into the cushion and kicked her legs apart at the ankle just like he had done to Melissa.

"Time for the main event, Karen. Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Please don't," she said in a terribly small voice.

"Please, I like that. But sorry, I have to."

Using his body weight to hold her in place he undid the buckle on his belt and let his pants fall. He was wearing a green and white pair of boxers underneath. He dropped those as well, and stepped out of them so that he was bare from the waist down. He pressed his hips back against Karen. He didn't penetrate her, but she could clearly feel his rock hard cock pressed lengthwise against the lips of her pussy. She let out a long, low moan of despair.

He took off his coat and shirt and was finally nude and ready to enjoy this piece of ass that was his for the taking. With a hand in the small of her back, he leaned away and used his other hand to guide himself into her pussy. She clenched as hard as she could to keep him out of her. She moaned in frustration as her body wasn't strong enough. Eventually, inch by inch he relentlessly pushed his way into her.

He pulled out, and pushed his way back in. This time it was easier and his thighs slapped against her ass making a SMACKing sound. The fourth time he stopped his thrusts and said "Say thank you for fucking you."

At first nothing came out of her mouth, just a silent opening and closing of her mouth.

"Say it!" he said emphatically.

"Fuck you," she said clearly, enunciating every word clearly. "I'm not saying it."

With that he pulled all the way out of her and bent to where his pants were laying on the ground. He drew out his expensive leather belt, doubled it in two and slapped her across the thighs, just below the swell of her ass. Her fair skin colored immediately from the blow.

She screamed. She was completely surprised by blow and nothing could have prepared her for the sting of it. She bucked and tried to stand up, but he pushed her back over the armrest of the sofa. SMACK! He hit her with the belt a second time, in exactly the same spot. This time she bucked harder and he had to struggle to keep her body pressed against the armrest. She loosed with a guttural scream of pain and frustration.

"Say it or I keep going with the belt"

"NO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Then say it."

She waited a moment too long and he whipped the belt through the air a third time. This time he brought it up between her legs where it impacted on her pussy and the underside of her ass.

"Thank you," she said quickly and loudly.

"Thank you for what," he asked calmly.

"Thank you for fucking me," she said in an almost scream.

"I couldn't hear you. Say it again."

"Thank you for fucking me."

"Tell me you loved the feeling of my dick inside you."

"I loved the feel of your dick inside me."

"Beg me to put it back."

She was quiet too long. The next blow from the belt came across the thighs as the first two had.

"Please put it back in me," she said hastily.

"That's not begging. Beg!"

"Please! Shit, PLEASE put it back in me. I want to feel you in me."

He laughed and got back into position to fuck her.

Karen had always had a problem with coke. She had done it a few times years ago when she and Walter had been at some parties. It always made her horny as hell. The two lines of coke this asshole has made her do was taking its toll on her. Combined with the stimulation of being fucked and the whipping she was wet when he tried to push into her again.

"Well maybe you really do want it back in you. Good girl."

He pushed himself back in her and it wasn't long before he worked into his rhythm. He slammed into her harder and harder, being as rough as he could. He was thinking that he wanted her to remember the feel of him for a few days when she moved. That though is what did it. He came inside of her, pressing himself into her as hard as he possibly could until he was completely finished with his ejaculations.

When he pulled out of her, he was out of breath. As one final insult he grabbed her hip and roughly rolled her off of the sofa and onto the floor. She curled into a ball and cried there. He looked back at the arm of the sofa and saw where their fluids had combined to make a dark patch on the fabric. He would have to have it cleaned. He had been so focused on what he was doing to her, that he hadn't felt her cum, but it looked like maybe she had.

He stood over her and watched her in her complete humiliation. One last thing occurred to him. He walked over to a book case and picked up his Polaroid camera. He snapped a couple of pictures of her on the ground. She was too far gone to even notice the flash.

Slowly she pulled herself together.

"I can't do that again. I can't stay here all night," she said. He knew she was right and he had gotten everything that he had wanted.

"You're done. You're a good wife. Get dressed and get out of here. But I want you to remember that if you ever tell anyone about this I will give the files to the authorities and when the two of you are in jail, I'll make it a point to look up Karrena." That last touch had been his insurance policy.

She got up from the ground and started gathering her clothes. When she bent down to pick up her panties Chuck moved his foot to step on them, letting her know she couldn't have them back. His dick twitched at the thought of her driving home in the short skirt and no panties and what would run out of her and stain the leather seat in the BMW.

She dressed in front of him, but with her back turned while he stood naked watching her. Chuck had no sense of embarrassment about his body or sense of modesty. She looked over her shoulder at him and started walking for the door.

"One more thing before you go," he said. She visibly shuddered at this voice. She froze, but didn't turn around. "Every time you fuck your husband for the rest of your life, I want you to remember what he made you do here tonight. This is his fault."

"HA HA!" she laughed in an abrupt and ugly way. No humor in it, just absurdity. She turned around and looked at him in the eye, a ghost of that steel he had seen earlier in the night visible again. "That bastard is never laying a hand on me again. Never! If he tries it, I'll kill him".

With that she turned and walked out of the house. The last thing she heard as she left was Chuck's laughter, loud and genuine.

Remember that proof that I mentioned earlier that he showed me? In addition to the three polaroid's he took, he had set up a video camera and recorded the whole event. He kept the tape in a shoebox in his closet with the Polaroids, one of her earrings that he had found under the sofa, her panties and her daughters panties.

I worked for chuck for several years, more than a decade after this happened. In the end he left really abruptly and one of his employees got promoted to his position. I wonder why...or is this 'Karma'?

JEMMA · #59 31-10-2018, 12:00 AM

Story 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JEMMA · #60 31-10-2018, 12:05 AM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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