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"See you tomorrow after the end of school Elle, and we can pick up, were we left off." Kevin said as he grabbed his bag from the car. He leant the gear stick over and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. Elle sat there and tried to figure out how this had happen to her, she straitened her skirt, then without thinking, she drove off causing her car to wheel spin as she pulled off.

Elle got home and sat down to her nightly ritual of marking the day's work, but her mind went over what had happened in her car to her. As she went over the details she never noticed how wet she was actually getting. She tried her best to ignore it; she ran herself a hot bath and lit many candles to help her forget that little weasel.



Kevin was happy with himself, as he smelt her damp panties, she smelt of flowers and a deep note of musk. He wondered what perfume Elle Johnson wore, it really set off her natural smell so well; the taste of her was still in his mouth he had to get more of her. This caused Kevin to get just another erection but this one pure joy as he used Elle's panties to catch in cum in, this only added to the pleasure and the smell. He sat there wondering what she would look like covered in his cum all over her face. Kevin was at peace with himself as he went to bed tomorrow would be a great day.

Elle soaked herself in the bath even topping up the water, to keep it nice and hot. She even fell asleep in the bath which was so relaxing, after spending a few hours just soaking away the day, she dried herself off and head to bed as she knew that tomorrow was going to be a lot more difficult come the end of the day. Maybe she could call in sick or even leave early to avoid him doing any more to her, but he still had that video of her and the deputy head together in a very compromising situation.



Sleep only came to Elle because of the ordeal of the day had taken a lot from her emotionally, but in her mind, she would never break in front of Kevin, even if her body had betrayed her to him...

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The end of the day came sooner than Elle expected, she started to put the day's work away in her bag for marking that night. She knew that Kevin would be there soon as he promised to see her, as he held the video over her.

Elle got up from her desk in her office and made her way towards her car in the car park. There was no sight of that little bastard Kevin in school but when Elle got to her car, he was leaning against her car as if he owned it.

"Hi Elle, you thought I forgot about you." Kevin said as he stood up straight. Elle had hoped that he wasn't going remember about what he had done to her.

"Do you mind I'm going home now?" Elle stood her ground as she gripped her car keys in her hand, wanting the hit him. "I have had a long day and, you're the last thing I want to deal with, got me!"

Kevin was impressed; she had started to fight back and this make thing a lot interesting. Elle opened her car and started to get in; Kevin opened the passenger door and climbed in before Elle could say anything, she was tried and wanted nothing to do with him not today any way.

Elle started to notice she was getting wet between her legs, but she wasn't even thinking about him in any sexual way. He a student of hers and this was wrong in so many ways, let alone that she hated him for the video he held against her.

"Come on let's see your place tonight Elle, I'm dying to see your little fuck pad, Miss." As Kevin's hand found her leg again, this time Kevin was a lot faster to reach the inside of Elle's legs "Mmm Miss your nice and wet down there just how I like my whore!" This shocked Elle as she considered herself as no one's whore.

"Stop that you little pig, and get out of my car!" Elle said as she pulled his hand from damp wet panties.

"Okay if that's want you want, then I will download the video and this can all end." Kevin said as he got out of the car. Elle knew that if he posted that video her, her life as a teacher would be over.

"Please don't do it I really need this job, I can't afford to lose another job." Elle pleaded with him, Kevin knew that he had her on the ropes but why did she say another job.

"So what will it be the video or your job?" Kevin said. "Okay Kevin why don't get in and I will show you my place." Elle said.

Elle turned to the key in the ignition and waited for Kevin to get back into her car. Kevin didn't need to be told twice; he got in a put his seat belt on and slid his hand onto Elle's leg as she drove to her home. Kevin knew that he was going to enjoy himself breaking her will, Kevin felt her wet panties as she drove, wow she really wanted this bad Kevin thought to himself.



They arrived at Elle's place a nice uptown apartment; there was no way she could afford this on her teacher's wage, Kevin's fingers had made way passed her panties and now were in her cunt, Elle was moaning and digging her finger nails into the steering wheel trying not to give in to Kevin.

Elle got out of her car and readjusted her panties and waited for Kevin to get out so she could lock her car up.

"Let's make this quick so you can go back to your home!" Elle said as she fished her apartment keys out of her jacket pocket. Elle was unsure what Kevin had in store for her, but as she was on home turf she would have an advantage on him this time. Kevin entered her home and soon made he welcome.

"Come on Elle, I want a cold beer and want you seat next to me while we watch TV together." Kevin patted the set next to him on the sofa; Elle found herself complying with his every demand he made of her. Even if she wanted him out of her place so she could get some work done, through gritted teeth.

Kevin put his can of beer down and started to maul Elle's breasts, Elle hated every second of his hands touching her but she knew were was nothing she could do. Elle repeated over and over I don't want this and I don't like this, in the head as Kevin moved his hands all over her body. It wasn't long after Kevin started that Elle's body really started to betray her. She started to moan out loud as Kevin took control.

Elle acted like she was on heat, her mind repeated the mantra over and over but Kevin soon was working her body over so well. By the time Elle opened her eyes Kevin had half undressed, her panties were down at her ankles, her blouse was off and her bra was hanging off one shoulder. Even her well kept hair was a mess; it shocked her back into reality.



"What the fuck do you think you are doing? You fuck!" Elle got up almost falling over her own panties, she took hold of them and pulled them back up and tried to reclaim some dignity, "Get out now you little fuck Kevin, now!" Elle pointed to the door of her apartment. Kevin got up and simply smiled at her, then winked, "See you tomorrow before recess Miss," as he left.

Elle locked up the door after he left and felt really dirty, mainly because she had let him in and let him do that to her, the main reason was that her body had enjoyed it, was it rape or was it something else. The image of his fingers moving all over her, made her feel sick and unattractive. Elle forgot about her nightly ritual of marking the day's work and went straight to having a long hot soak in the tub.

Elle ran the water, added her favourite bath salts and lit all the candles she had, the mood was perfect, so perfect she could fall asleep and forget about what had just happened to her even the fact that he held a comprising video of her in her office with the deputy head of the school. Tomorrow was going to be different she was going to be in control not him in class, Elle lay in the bath for hours soaking until there was no more hot water in the water tanks.

Kevin knew that English lit was going to be a great class, how many students can say they have fingered the hottest teacher in school and watched them enjoy it so much. The idea of gaining access to Miss Tan's sweet cunt was heaven and those perfect tits of hers gave him an erection, which Kevin was able to come twice.

Elle arrived at school looking like she was in control of her life, she handed out detentions to anyone who even looked at her wrong today, in her mind she was on form again, looking hot and being a ball-breaker at the same time. Kevin was due into the next class and she was in the mood to lay down the law to everyone. The bell rang and the chaos started as the kids moved from class to class, Kevin strolled in and saw Elle. The first thing he did was to cup his balls; this caused Elle to almost lose her composure.

The bell rang again sounding the beginning of the class. Elle looked more than stunning; she wore a grey short skirt suit with black tights and black heels and her hair up in a bun. She looked more like a professor than a high school teacher from any of the teen movies.

"Now class we are going to start a new project today it's will in two parts; first will be a paper from each of you, which will be at least 6,000 words long on Dylan Tempt and the second will be a oral presentation on why William Orgasm was the writer he was, and they are both going towards your passing grade at the end of this year." Elle presented the class with a big smile on her face.

There was an audible groan from across the class room; nearly all sank in their seats as they heard what was going to be asked of them. The jocks and cheerleaders looked at each other and wondered what the fuck has any of that got to do with them as they all knew that they were dead poets. Kevin was the only jock in class who did not worried about the project because he knew how to ace this one. He didn't care about who they were but he would pass this, with a good grade this time and no help from coach pushing his grade averages up to make the team.

Elle knew this would challenge her class, but as it had some of the brightest people in her class and she wanted to push them. The class went by in silence as most of the class got down to studying the new project. Kevin sat there and waited for the end of class to come, he wanted the inside scoop on everyone and Elle was going to give it him one way or the other.

The bell for recess rang and the class room emptied as fast as it filled. The only one left setting was Kevin; he took his time packing his books back into his bag.

"Elle I enjoyed last night and so did you, by the way you moaned." Kevin smiled as he talked, "I think I should see you finger that sweet cunt of your now, in your office if you want? Or I should just see the principle now."

Elle didn't say a word as she got out the keys to her office out of her pocket, she opened the door for Kevin trying to trap him in there but he stood he ground

"No no, ladies first." As Kevin became a gentleman for a second. "Leave the keys in the door and I will lock it Elle, don't worry I will not let anyone in on our secret Elle."

"Now come Elle get on your desk and spread your legs wide, and remove your panties so I can see that wet sweet cunt of yours." Kevin said while he got out his iPhone again but this time Elle was going to allow her filmed. "Hitch your skirt up so the camera can get a clear view of your cunt Elle."

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Elle hated the word cunt it was so degrading; now he was asking no telling her to finger her own pussy as she called it. She had played with herself while in college and even had a girlfriend eat her out, but she never even thought about it, not even in a hot bath.

Elle got on her desk and then hitched her grey skirt up around her butt and then slide her fingers under the top band of her panties and slid them off so they were around her ankles like the night before, but before she knew it Kevin had whipped them off her and had them in his hand.

"Can I have them back please Kevin?" Elle pleaded, he just shook his head and they disappeared into his pocket. He gestured to Elle to carry on. She put one finger in her mouth and sucked on it until it was wet; sucking on it like it was a lollipop. It slid out of Elle's mouth looking nice and wet and then she pressed it against her clit. The feeling was a great relief as it relaxed very muscle in her body, then Elle did the same again with another finger but this one went on to her cunt lips, she felt her nail rub against them it was very much different than a cock.



Kevin was getting hard as Elle picked up the pace, she plunged two fingers deep between the folds of her cunt lips. It wasn't deep but Elle unknowingly let out a moan of pleasure in front of Kevin. Elle seemed to be in world of her own as her fingers went back and forth in her cunt. Elle had totally forgotten about where she was and who were.

Kevin shoot his load without even touching himself, because Elle was that good, even better than the models he had seen in hid dads porn films. Elle's cunt was so wet that she really started to leak even more than last night, the light in her office shined off it and into the camera lens.



The bell signalling the end of recess rang and Elle was coming down from herself high, she was now enjoying the taste of her own cunt on her fingers, as it slow dawned on her that Kevin had filmed everything, now she felt even more panic than before.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself too much there Elle, I could have joined you at any moment, and I was so horny for you. Even shoot my load in my pants over you." The look on Kevin's face said it all to Elle. "So I'm guessing your place tonight and don't worry my dad he knows I'm staying out tonight, he thinks with the lads, but now with you."



"Can I please have my panties back now Kevin?" Elle pleaded again.

"No! I'm keeping them as a trophy for the day my dear." Kevin told her as he put away his phone in his pocket "So what time should a call around then Elle, I know I will call around after football practice tonight."

Elle was no position to bargain as she just performed for him, she felt dirty as if the whole school had just watched her do it. Elle hung her head and she straightened up her skirt she felt strange wearing no panties, the shame she had brought on the teaching rested on her shoulder alone today.

"Okay Elle after practice it is then." Kevin said as he left her in her office, Elle wanted to the day not end, but it did as usual. She headed out to her car and heard the boys on the football pitch practicing their line-out, throwing and passing wide as they had a major match on in few days with a rival school that were higher than them in the league.

Elle knew that coach would drill the whole team until it dropped and that might tier Kevin out to much that he would fall asleep if Elle's luck was in.

Elle got down to some real work as she marked the day's work which had been handed in, she was so carried away with it she had total forgotten to put on fresh pair of panties, when she came in. An hour into marking and Elle heard a knock at the door; she was almost lost in her own world of the English literature. It was Kevin standing there waiting to come in, he did not wait long as he invited himself in. As he dropped his school bags Elle went weak at the knees, her cunt started to moist without her touch, but this time she was not going to give in to him......

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Kevin walked in Elle's place and went straight for the bathroom to freshen up; Kevin stripped and got into the shower. He ached from all the practice that coach had put him through, the water refreshed him and the thought of the night with a hot teacher in bed with him.



Elle was panicking as she heard Kevin in the shower. This wasn't like school were someone could save her, she was at the mercy of him and his whims, Elle's body had started to betrayer her, she could feel her cunt was moisten and her breasts feel hard in her bra. She knew what would happen if she didn't stop Kevin, but she had no idea how to stop him. The sound of the shower stopped and he would be out soon to assault her sexually.

Kevin made his way to the living room wearing just a towel around his waist, his feet made wet foot marks which lead back towards the bathroom, and he was physically fit as the towel framed a pair of abs and a ripped six-pack Elle thought but he would be lot more cuter if he wasn't blackmailing her and he was a student, Elle would be dating him.

Kevin watched Elle as she panicked but noticed how hot she was, her thin waist, her long legs and the prefect pair of tits. Elle was no high school girl she was real woman, now his woman, his cock had gotten hard under the towel and looked like a pitched tent between his legs.



"Elle what should we do as we have all night together!" Kevin said as he took a seat on the sofa, he loosened the towel and spread his legs wide, as he was still damp between his legs from the shower.

"Sit down and relax Elle." She found herself calming down and doing as he asked, she sat next to but she refused to look at him even if he was half naked. Her body wanted his touch but she tried to muster to willpower to deny him the pleasure of taking her. Kevin put one of his hands on Elle's leg and the other one on her shoulder, the feeling of his hands over Elle sent her over the edge as Elle started to really relax as she opened her legs wide for him.



Kevin's hand slipped under her skirt and found that Elle had not put on a fresh pair of panties; her cunt was wet as Kevin slide a finger into her, in response Elle let a small moan out as he pressed lightly against her clit. Kevin's other hand moved over Elle's shoulder hooking a finger under her bra strap and then letting it fall down her arm under her blouse.

Elle was in heaven; Kevin's touch was light but firm at the same time. Kevin was in no rush as wanted Elle to beg him to fuck her.

"Now it's your turn Elle, I want you to feel my body as I have done to you." Kevin moved nearer to Elle. Kevin took hold of Elle's hand gently and placed it on his six-pack. "Feel how hard it is Elle." Elle found herself liking the feel of his body, she undid his towel and saw his cock standing upright, the will to deny had was still there but it was ebbing away with every second of feeling him.

Elle ran her fingers all over the head of his cock, and pressed it lightly between her thumb and fore finger, Elle noticed he wasn't as big as most men but he was really wide and his fore skin was cut. Kevin watched as he saw her play with his cock like a joystick, grabbing and then releasing it and then only to taste her fingers. Elle started to enjoy herself as she felt a wave of pleasure hit her, she could not understand why but she went with it.



Kevin undid her blouse one button at a time so he could enjoy the view of her breasts being held in her bra, it looked like she was wearing a bra which was one cup size too small for her, as they seemed to be spilling over the lacy cups of her bra. Elle's blouse came off and her bra was only on one shoulder but she still looked hot. Kevin found it more difficult as Elle's grip on his cock was getting harder.

"Stop that! I want you enjoy yourself Elle." Kevin snapped the look on Elle's face was if she had done something wrong. Kevin got on his knees in front of Elle and parted her legs causing her skirt to ride up and for Elle to expose her now wet cunt to Kevin. He cupped her left breast and kissed it through the material of Elle's lacy bra. Elle could feel her nipples become sensitive as Kevin kissed her breast, now her body had betrayed her, she could no longer deny the fact that she was enjoying herself.



Elle watched herself as Kevin took control, seemed not to rush himself as he licked and sucked on her breasts. Kevin unhooked her bra and removed it from her body and moved towards her skirt. He unzipped it and pulled it over her butt and then down her legs. Elle was almost naked; all she had on was a pair of white stockings.

Kevin put his hands on both of Elle's breasts and he put his tongue on her mound and moved it in circles flicking her clit and causing Elle to scream out loud. The taste of Elle was intoxicating to Kevin; he released his hands so he could open her cunt wider. Elle put her hands on the back of Kevin's head so he could get deeper into her. His fingers opened her cunt wider so he could really taste her good. The sheer ecstasy coming of Elle was amazing, she was moaning so loud even crying out his name in joy.

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Kevin was enjoying the fact of Elle was now screaming his name, her cunt was leaking so bad she came from just his tongue. As she was coming down from orgasm Kevin stopped licking her cunt out and sat back an enjoyed the sight.

"Your turn, I want a good blow-job from you Elle!" Kevin said as Elle was recovering from the best orgasm she had, had in a long time. Elle had never really liked giving a blow-job; because of the thought of putting a cock in her mouth was nasty. The last time Elle had given a blow-job she had choked and gagged just on the taste alone.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you!" Kevin told her as she looked innocently at him. He got up off the floor and walked over to her and stood between her legs, with his cock still hard hugging his frame.

"Now open up, and take me you bitch! I given you head now I want it from you." Kevin bluntly said. Elle's mind was spinning because of her orgasm, her willpower was almost gone but this returned her to ground zero, she couldn't believe he had just eat her cunt out but he was so good at it.

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Kevin didn't wait for Elle to open her mouth, he took hold of her jaw and forced it open and then forced his cock into her mouth. The sheer surprise of her face made Kevin smile and start to move his cock back and forth.



"Now don't use your teeth, bitch!" Kevin fucked her mouth. The taste was making Elle feel sick and forced her to remember the last time she gave oral sex but this was worse than that.

"You're going to swallow every last drop of mime cum, bitch!" Kevin said as he now fucked Elle's mouth, his rhythm picked up as Kevin held Elle's head still as he fucked her face harder, Elle tried to break free but Kevin's grip was too tight for Elle to brake.

He shot his cum into her mouth but refused to let go of her head, so Elle could spit it out. Elle knew the cum was only going one way, down her throat it had pooled at the back of her throat but Elle still refused to swallowed.



"Swallow in now or I post that video of you, Bitch!" Kevin held his cock in her mouth with his hands around her head. The sound of a gulp came from Elle as she swallowed all of his cum. Kevin withdrew his cock from her mouth and Elle started to choke but all Kevin could do was to laugh at her.

"Happy now you fucking pig!" Elle said trying to bring back up his cum she had swallowed, Elle was on her hands and knees trying to be sick. Kevin quickly moved behind Elle and slides his cock into her wet cunt and started to fuck her.

The shock to Elle as she felt his cock enter her, she tried to get up and run but Kevin took hold of her butt and dug his fingers in and refused to let go. The feeling of Elle's cunt was amazing it was very tight almost if she was still a virgin, but Kevin did have her on video bouncing up and down on the deputy principal's cock in her office.



"This is the tightest cunt I have ever fucked." Kevin said as he used her like a school girl. Elle's mind was losing it again, the battle to give in to all this pleasure and the battle to deny him the pleasure of taking her. In the middle of all this was Elle's body which was enjoying the feeling of Kevin's cock in it, she started to push back on every thrust Kevin made and started to moan again.

"Oh my god, fuck me harder you fucking pig!" Elle found herself saying to Kevin. Elle's body was enjoying the sheer pleasure of being fucked. Her tits were swinging as she meet every thrust Kevin gave. He released one hand only to grab her hair, this caused Elle pain as her head was yanked upwards by Kevin. Now Kevin knew she was a true bitch she even liked the pain he was causing her by pulling hard on her hair

"Now ride my cock, my bitch and ride it hard!" Kevin treated her like the dog she was. Elle kept on moaning even if the pain was unbearable, it just added to the pleasure of his big fat cock in her cunt.

"Beg me, to cum in your cunt you bitch!" Kevin said as he now pounded Elle's cunt with no mercy.

"Please cum in my cunt, Sir!" Elle pleaded though her moans.

"That's now not begging bitch! Now do it right?" Kevin said as he slapped Elle's butt.

"Please sir, cum in my cunt please Sir." Elle moaned.

"As you asked me right bitch, here you are!" Kevin said as seconds later he came into Elle's cunt, as came Elle had another orgasm while she felt his cum pump into her womb. The battle was over in Elle's mind she had give into the pleasure that he gave her.

"Did you enjoy yourself Elle?"

"Oh yes I did Sir." Elle had unknowingly called him sir again.

"I want your butt now, my slut teacher" Kevin slapped Elle across the butt even harder. Kevin slid his hard cock out of her cunt and placed it at the entrance of Elle's little brown hole, cum was still dripping from Kevin's cock so he wiped some over her hole and then pushed his head slowly in. This caused Elle to scream in pain.

"Pull it out now Sir" Elle cried out in pain.

"That's just the head of my cock. I want my entire shaft in you! My bitch" Kevin said as he withdrew and tried again.

"Please Sir you are too big for me Sir." Elle pleaded on her knees again.

"You don't realise that you don't have any choose now! I own you now bitch!"

"Please don't Sir, I will do anything but not this Sir." Elle pleaded in vain.

Kevin pushed again against her brown star but this time the head of his cock slid in Elle screamed out loud in pain as she felt him invade her butt, Kevin took a small breather, he could believe how tight she was, and how she was gripping his cock. Kevin pushed his cock a bit further in to Elle's butt, all Elle was to scream as it hurt in so many ways, and she remembered that her virginity was not this painful.

"You're amazing I'm almost all the way in your butt Elle." Kevin said as his cock inched forward into her butt. Kevin stopped and Elle was happy it was over, then he started to move back and forth in Elle's butt, Kevin could believe how Elle's butt was sucking him back in as soon as he pulled away.

"Stop moving, it hurting me! Please Kevin" Elle cried through her tears. Now Elle wished that the video had never been recorded, this had never happened. The pain was becoming unbearable but she could not believe it was happening at all, her mind was in turmoil how anyone could enjoy this. Elle's body started to grow accustom to Kevin's cock in her butt. Kevin was now fucking her butt like a man possessed.

"I knew your cunt was going to good, but your butt is so much better, it wants my cock in it." Kevin was now pounding her butt like it was going out of fashion. Elle had to admit her body was enjoying the assault from Kevin but her mind was still in denial very much. Kevin finished in her bowels by shooting a large load of cum deep in her rectum; he pulled out to the sound of a plop and the image of Elle's brown star still wide open.

"I 'm taking another shower, are you coming to join me Elle" Kevin got up form him knees and started to walk past Elle who was flat out over the floor and very sweaty. Elle looked at him with a half dazed face, but she slowly got to her knees and felt a pain deep inside as if someone had kicked her in the guts. The pain almost caused Elle to fall back to the floor but Kevin catch her as she feel, Elle looked again at Kevin but this time she was happy that he had caught her before she had hit the floor.

"You all right Elle, are you hurt." Kevin said as he held her steady, Elle mind wonder were this good mannered man had been, because he had just assaulted her body.

"Oh I'm good Sir, thanks for asking." Elle replied as she got to her feet, then she walked into the bathroom and started to run the shower. Kevin strolled in to see Elle looking into the mirror in a dreamy state.

"You alright babe, come on and let's get that shower before the hot water goes" Kevin said standing behind her, he held her so tight but gently.

"Come on babe." Kevin said softly into Elle's ear, she found herself sharing a shower with Kevin as he cleaned her; his touch was very gentle again. The water poured over Elle while Kevin kissed and licked every inch of her wet body, the feel was pure bliss but he was still her student but he had become more than just a student today he had taken her to orgasm twice in one day. The most of Elle had ever in the way of orgasms, all her past ones was when she faked it, but he given her two very real ones. Elle enjoyed to feeling of Kevin's tongue against her skin even between the folds of her cunt, it sore but it gave her some pleasure. Elle's butt hole hurt but even the feeling of his tongue cleaning her closely, but it felt good on some level.

Elle noticed as she watched Kevin lick her clean in the shower that he had another erection, but this time she was not going to shy away from it, because it had given her, her first real orgasms.

"Please Sir I want you're cum over my face." Elle said as she stopped Kevin from licking her out from between legs.

"In time babe, but I want to finish cleaning you up babe." Kevin said as he went back to licking the folds of her beautiful cunt. Elle put her hands out on the walls as yet another orgasm hit her, Kevin's tongue knew how to work me she thought as the wave of pure pleasure hit her again and again. Kevin knew he was giving her pleasure and all he demanded was that she stand there and enjoy the pleasures of it.

Elle collapsed in the corner of the shower and all Kevin could do was to join her on the floor in the shower. The water soon became cold and Elle opened the shower door and grabbed a big towel and started to dry herself off, without thinking she walked into her bedroom, Kevin turned off the shower and followed Elle almost right behind her.

Kevin was surprised by Elle's bed a classic four poster bed something right out of a fairy tale even with the lace draped over the corners of the bed posts. The whole was room something from a fairy tale maybe Cinderella or the Little Princess not the books but the films. Elle dried off and put on a long silk night dress that show her curves off and her wonderful breasts.



She open the well made bed and got in and she watched Kevin dry himself quickly, it made Elle laugh but a it was a cute laugh, Kevin got dry and into bed with Elle and put his arm around her frame and kissed her full on the lips and slid his tongue in only to be meet with Elle's tongue, he only broke the kiss to take a deep breath.

"What's up Sir, don't you want me now." Elle questioned the reason why he stopped kissing her.

"I want you babe, all the time now even when we go back to school in the morning, I crave you Elle in some many ways." Kevin was now bearing his heart to Elle now.

"I know Sir I want you too." Elle confessed to Kevin and to herself for the first time, since this all started. Kevin soon dropped off to sleep holding Elle's frame, Elle made no attempt to get away or to move, she was really happy being held by Kevin and soon found she was falling asleep too...

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Elle woke up and got out of bed, she looked back at the bed and saw Kevin still sound asleep, Elle walked into the bathroom opened the door to the shower and turned it on, she let the silk night dress fall to the floor and stepped into the shower. The water was hot and awoke her fully, the hot water ran down her back and between her butt cheeks, it caused her some pain as it hit her butt hole but it didn't matter anymore, Elle took the shampoo from it shelf in the shower, opened the bottle and squeezed some out and applied it to her hair while the water ran.

The shampoo stung her eyes while Elle washed her hair, then Elle washed the rest of herself, her mind went back to last night as she caressed her body, Kevin had lovely licked every inch clean even given her an orgasm in the shower just with his tongue, Elle fingers moved over her mound and played with her clit, Elle could feel something building inside her, without thinking she slid two fingers into her cunt, she ached her back as the joy of her own fingers worked her cunt.



The moaning woke Kevin in the bedroom, he noticed he woke up supporting an erection, maybe it was the fact that he had a beautiful woman who needed him or it could have been the moaning coming from the bathroom. He got up and out of the bed and walked into the bathroom and saw Elle in the shower with her fingers in her own cunt in pleasure.



"Yes Kevin I need you in me now!" came from Elle in the shower, she was totally unaware that Kevin was watching her, Kevin just stood with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The bathroom filled with steam from the shower, the shower door was covered in mist. Kevin went over to the shower door and slid it open, he cupped one of Elle's breasts and squeezed it gently, by this time Elle's orgasm had take over her. Kevin stepped into the shower behind Elle and placed his hands on her hips.



"Sorry did I wake you Sir."

"No I just needed a shower to so I joined you, you don't mind babe."

"Oh no Sir, please fuck me I need you in me Sir." Elle turned her head and kissed Kevin on the lips like a lover would do. Kevin's cock rested between Elle's butt cheeks, she felt it move as Kevin moved with her. Elle turned to face him and he slid his cock into her wet cunt, Kevin knew she saw willingly giving herself to him now. After twenty minutes Kevin shot his morning load of cum into Elle's waiting womb, Kevin got out of the shower and then turned around and helped Elle out; he could see his cum drip from her cunt down her leg and smiled.



Elle got dressed in front of Kevin as she had nothing to hide from him now, while he sat down Elle put on a pair of panties and a revealing bra on.

"You better take a second pair of panties to school with you babe." Kevin said as he watched Elle cover her sexy body with clothes.



Your right Sir, I might need them later, "Elle said "Oh you will babe, trust me on that." Kevin winked at Elle in a sexy way, next a black short skirt with a long spilt up it, followed by a white blouse, Elle started to button it up but stopped one button short of showing her full cleavage to the world and a matching black jacket to the skirt and finally, her trademark high heels, these were black too open at the back of the heel and at the toes. Elle usual wore stocking with her skirt suit be today she felt really confidant about herself.



Kevin watched the transformation of Elle into the hot teacher he wanted, he knew looked hot and the clothes were a big part of her image, but he also knew she looked even better naked and on the floor.

"I am going shopping for you later today Sir; I need to get some sexy lingerie Sir." Elle said.

"I am looking forward to see you in it tonight babe."As Kevin waved Elle over to where he was sitting, he put his hand on her smooth leg and moved it up toward her fresh clean white panties. Kevin fingered Elle through the material of her panties and made her wet again.

"Keep them on until recess babe and then we can have some fun." As Kevin hooked under the front of them and slid a finger into her wet cunt.

"Oh yes Sir I will."Elle answered in a moan. She had become very responsive to Kevin's touch.

Elle was unaware that she was late for her morning weekly meeting of the English department at school, she left Kevin in her apartment and went down to the garage parking space and got into her car and drove to school.

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Elle was late for the meeting as she was the head of the English department this looked bad that she couldn't make it to her own weekly meetings on time. All the time at the meeting all Elle could think about what should I buy to wear for Kevin tonight, but that was later first she was going to have some fun in the lunch time recess, Elle sat through the meeting and did not take anything in, her mind wander back the sex she had this morning in the shower with him.



Classes were a blur for Elle as she waited in her class room for the bell sounded for lunchtime recess, the last before recess was slow as most of the students kept asking questions about the term paper they had to hand in and the oral examination they had to give as well. Elle refused to back down on granting anyone any more time this term as she was already behind with the last terms main paper.

The bell sounded and the classroom emptied a lot quicker than it had filled as the students made their way to lunch, Elle locked the door to her classroom and drew the blinds over the door, she sat down in her chair, pulled her skirt up around her waist and slipped her hand under the band of her panties and felt how wet she really was from this morning. Without thinking she slid two fingers into her wet cunt and relaxed back into her chair and the feeling of her fingers working her cunt and a third touching her own clit was amazing.



A loud bang at the door startled Elle back to reality she jumped out of her seat and looked around one side of the blinds and saw Kevin waiting in the hallway. Elle unlocked the door and hushed Kevin in quickly, as the hallways were being patrolled at lunchtimes by the hallway monitors. Kevin saw that Elle was flushed red and her finger were wet and smelt of her wet cunt.

"Now have you been playing with yourself babe, while I have been away?" Kevin said as he put his school bag down on the floor next to Elle's desk. Elle look downwards towards the floor away from Kevin's face.

"Yes Sir I have just been playing with myself." Elle looked very submissive,"Don't worry about it I want to you enjoy yourself when you are alone babe." Kevin replied.

"Oh thank you Sir." Elle was pleased that Kevin was still happy with her and still wanted her.

"Shall we go into your office for so privacy babe." Kevin gusted the way towards her locked office. Elle opened the locked door and then locked it behind her as she felt safe with him now. Elle turned around and dropped her skirt from her waist on to the ground by the door and then took off her jacket and throw that to the floor; she was standing by the door half dressed.



Kevin saw that her white panties were now soaking wet and walked over to Elle and grabbed her by the hips and kissed her full on the lips letting his tongue slide into her mouth once again, Elle meet his passionate kiss with her tongue, she put her hand on his butt and lift it slightly to feel how firm it actually was.



Elle broke the kiss as she felt light headed, she could not believe that an 18 year old could satisfy her sexually but he had, her cunt just could not stop leaking and her panties were so wet that you could see her juices running down the inside of her legs. Kevin was hard the second he came in but now he started to unzip his pants to release his cock from it prison, he got as far as putting his hand on to the zipper when Elle took over for him.

"Let me do that for you Sir." Elle said with loving eyes. Elle remembered the last time she gave head it hurt her jaw and caused her to choke and gag but this time Elle was very willing to suck him off, as she wanted it too. She released his cock from its prison of Kevin's pants and boxers, Kevin stood and watched her do it and stoked her blond hair as she peeled his pants open and then pushed then down his legs and then put her fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled the down too.



Kevin's cock sprung out and almost hit Elle in the face; she managed to avoid being hit by his cock. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other one cupped his balls, she held him very gently in her hands, without thinking Elle open her mouth and stuck out her tongue and meet the head of his cock, the horrible taste was still there but this time she waited to return the favour, as Kevin had given her an orgasm from just licking her cunt out.

Elle kissed and licked the head of his cock and slowly took it into her mouth, the taste went away soon after that. Kevin put his hand on Elle's head and moaned as she used her tongue along the ridges of his cock. Elle took a quick look at Kevin for a second his eyes were closed and his head was leaning back and he was taking deep breathes as she continued to suck on his cock.

"Oh my god, babe your good at this too." Kevin moaned to Elle. This pleased her as this was only her third blow job, as she sucked on Kevin she noticed how wetter she was becoming.

"I'm cumming babe!" Kevin moaned he pulled his cock out of Elle's mouth; Elle held herself still waiting with her mouth open as Kevin's cum shoot out of his cock and landed on her face. Elle's face got covered in cum across her left eye, over her chin, some landed in her hair but the majority landed in her mouth. She wiped his cum with her finger and then licked them clean and opened her mouth to show Kevin his cum to her.

"Don' t swallow it yet babe I want to kiss you," Kevin got down on his knees and kissed Elle, as he did his cum moved from Elle's mouth to his and back, he broke the kiss and looked at Elle.

"You can swallow it if you want to, babe." Kevin said as he put a hand on her cheek gently, Elle looked at him lovely and swallowed his cum.



"Sir I enjoyed that, I need you in me now Sir." Elle said as she couldn't stop finger herself in front of Kevin , Kevin leant forward and removed her panties from Elle and saw how wet she had become since this morning.

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"Wow babe you are leaking bad there, we well have to something about it." Kevin was now fingering Elle and all Elle could do was to moan. Kevin took his cock in his hand and guided it into Elle's waiting cunt. Elle took a sharp breath as Kevin slid his cock into her cunt, he fucked her on the floor of her own office, all Elle could do was hold Kevin tight as he gave her another orgasm. The feeling of his cock in her sent her over the edge of pleasure, he knew how to make love to a woman and let her enjoy the feeling of what an orgasm was.

Kevin was near to shooting his load of cum again but his time deep in her cunt, the fact that they both in school never came into it, a few minutes later he could feel his cum about to shot out into Elle's warm womb. Elle felt his cum, it was warm and it felt right that it should have been in her womb, it didn't worry her as she was on three month contraception implants.



Kevin withdrew his cock and cum was still oozing out from it; he looked at his watch and saw that lunchtime recess was almost over.

"Come on babe get dressed and I will see you tonight," Kevin winked at Elle in a very sexy way.

"Yes Sir." Elle was picking up panties and handed them to Kevin "These are yours now Sir." Kevin had not demanded them but Elle offered them to him as a trophy.

Elle went over to the door of her office and picked up her skirt and jacket, started to put them back on, Kevin pulled up his boxers and pants and walked over to Elle and put his hands on her butt, held it firm and squeezed lightly in a playful way.

"Babe go shopping tonight without any panties for me babe." Kevin said softly into her ear, she knew that this was a simple requested from Kevin to do, so Elle unlocked the door and went to her desk opened it and pulled out the second pair she had took earlier that morning on his say so.

"Keep these safe I want them back later tonight Sir." Elle said. Kevin gave Elle a kiss and picked up his bag from the side of her desk and disappeared into the hallway seconds later the bell sounded the end of recess after a few minutes the bell sounded again for classes to start again. Elle was on a high as her orgasm had changed her mood greatly, she was now letting students who asked for more time on the term paper to have it.

By the end of the day Elle was looking forward to do some shopping as it was her second favourite thing to do, having sex was her first now, she made her way to her car and found Kevin waiting for her, he gave her a kiss on the lips and left without saying a word. Elle drove out of the school car park and towards the mall in town; she knew was going to spend a lot of money.

Parked up and walked towards the Victoria's Secret store which was spread over two floors had everything from swimwear to lingerie in the massive store, Elle searched out a sales assistant. They were all standing together chatting; Elle coughed to get some attention a young blond girl turned around and looked at Elle the name on her badge was Sky.

"Can I help you today?" Sky said as Elle stood waiting.

"Yes I want to buy some very sexy lingerie for my boyfriend, Sky." Elle told her, Sky could see that had a small waist and large breasts. Sky leads Elle over to the sexiest range they had.

"Shall we measure you up right, so it all fits right, could you please step into one of the changing rooms and I will be in when you have changed, miss?" Sky point to a small changing room door which lead onto a private area. Elle and sky walked over to the changing rooms, Elle went into a small cubicle and removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, the cubicle had a full length mirror in it, Elle caught herself looking at her body and thought she was very lucky to have a boyfriend who loved her very much.

"Are you ready in there?" Sky called out. Elle walked out in just in bra as she had given her panties to Kevin earlier that day, instead of changing them. Sky was very jealous of Elle she could carry off wearing no panties with real confidence; Sky took out her tape measure and sized up her chest and her cup size.

"36D and what is your hips size." Sky stood behind Elle has she put the tape measure around her. Elle found the tape to be cold and giggled as it touched her.

"Oh sorry, I forgot how cold my tape measure can be." Sky said apologetically, her touch was so soft Elle had noticed she was wet from Sky's touch. Elle's body seemed to react to Sky's touch even when Sky fingered her cunt Elle stood and moaned in the changing room.

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"Miss you seem to be wet between your legs." Sky pointed out, Elle went red with embarrassment. Sky knelt down and started to lick her cunt lips and then slowly opened cunt up with her tongue. Elle's juices covered Sky's face as she went deeper into her cunt, Elle was losing any self control she had, this was the first time any woman had done this to her, Elle gripped Sky's head as an orgasm hit her. This was Elle's first orgasm which experienced give to her by a woman, sky could have been no more than 19 and she knew how to please her customers.



"It's Elle... that's my name Sky." Elle moaned in response to Sky's touch, Sky just looked up at Elle's face as she was still panting.

"So let's try on some of the lingerie now, Elle." Sky suggested as she slid her hands all over Elle's tits and arse.

"Let's try something a lot more revealing for you as you have a wonderful body Elle." This made Elle blush as she had another woman look at her like this or do anything that to her. Sky brought in a sheer lace babydolls, they ranged in colour and price, and Sky helped Elle with everyone on, Sky kept on making passes and feeling her body up as Elle wore them.

"I think you look hot with all of them on Elle." Sky said as Elle was overwhelmed with choice.

"Thanks for your help Sky, I will have the lot then and sexiest bras and panties you got too." Elle told her as she started to get dress again. Sky carried all her new lingerie to the check out.

"How are you going to pay for these today Elle, cash or card?" Sky asked as she started to ring the items through the till. Elle got her purse out and found her credit card which she only used in an emergency, but this was different as she wanted to look sexy for Kevin.

The total was well over 300 dollars and Elle was amazed she had never spent that much on lingerie before but it was all worth it she thought, just to see Kevin's reaction when she wore it for him. Sky smiled and knew it was all for her new boyfriend.

"If it doesn't work out here's my number, call me anytime Elle you want to get together for some fun." Sky smiled as she handed Elle her new purchases to her in three white bags with the company's logo on it.

Elle rushed home and started to mark as much work as possible until Kevin arrived because she knew as soon as he came there would be no time to do it. Elle scanned over the English course work and quickly made notes on most of the papers; she had got half way through before she heard a knock on the door. Elle rushed to open it, and it was Kevin covered in mud from football practice.

"I need a shower babe." As he stepped in he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and went to her bathroom and showered. Elle put away her work and went to the bedroom and stripped naked, as she did, she felt her cunt flood with her juices it leaked down her legs. Elle was unaware that Kevin was standing in the doorway of the bedroom naked and wet.



Elle could not make up her mind what to wear for him. Kevin walked into the bedroom without making a sound and crept on Elle, it made her jump when Kevin touched her shoulder. Kevin put his hands on her shoulder.

"Looks like you brought the whole store there babe." Kevin noted has he seen all the sexy bras, panties and the babydolls on the bed. The sight of Elle's butt sticking up was a really big turn on, he could not help himself he felt her butt and fingered her brown hole again but this time Elle moaned out in pure pleasure, as his finger entered her butt and then pulled it out again.

"Please Sir Fuck my butt again; I want you in there again. Sir." Elle pleaded to Kevin.

"Okay Elle but this time I want something from you, babe." Kevin demanded.

"Anything Sir, anything you want." Elle said as she offered her body to him.

"I want a passing grade for the rest of the year, and you will ready all the time to fuck me babe." Kevin said as he pleased the head of his cock at the entrance of her butt.

"Yes Sir, I want to be yours Sir." Elle tried to push back onto his cock but Kevin just kept backing away just enough.

"Well what's your answer then?" Kevin demanded

"I will give you a passing grade for the whole term and yes I will be ready all the time for you to fuck me, Sir." Elle said waiting with her butt in the air.

"Good, good babe now here is what you want." Kevin moved towards Elle's waiting butt. He parted her butt cheeks and slid his cock deep into her. Elle moaned in pleasure as she felt him enter her again and again.



The only thing on Kevin's mind was how he could use this bitch he was fucking now later while he went to college, as he was going to gradate later that month about two weeks away. Elle was the perfect little sex slave, she needed him more than he needed her, she would do anything for him just to have him fuck her.



Kevin fucked her butt and then grabbed her waists and tied then together Elle's own bra, the look on Elle's face was of pure fear as Kevin stood over her, he didn't just want to fuck but to own her. Elle started to cry and she tried to get loose from her restraints, but Kevin was in no mood to be gentle to her.

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"I'm going to train you to be my personal whore bitch and you're going to thank me." As Kevin removed the belt from his pants and folded it around Elle's ankles and then secured it tightly. Elle felt like a bull at a rodeo, her mind raced how could Kevin do this he loved her and she loved him in turn.



Kevin turned Elle over onto her stomach and picked up her arse and then raised his hand up to hit her across her arse, the first hit sent shock waves through Elle and he heard her scream out loud. He continued until she was crying uncontrollably, Kevin saw that her body was responding right as her cunt was leaking down her legs and causing the bed sheets to grow wetter and wetter with every hit.



Kevin took a few steps back to admire his work; he looked at her as Elle cried her heart out on the bed. Kevin went to Elle's kitchen and found a steel spatula, candles, a lighter and length of nylon rope which he had found under the sink. Kevin walked back into the bedroom and saw Elle lying face down the bed still crying. Elle was afraid to move from the bed as she heard Kevin enter the room again.



"Are you enjoying yourself Elle, as your cunt is leaking nicely." Kevin said as he stood over her. He undid his belt around her legs and started to tie one end of the nylon rope around Elle's leg and wrapped it around one of the posts of her bed and did the same to the other leg and tied off the rope, holding Elle's wide apart on the bed.



"Please sir, let me go." Elle pleaded, her eyes were red from the tears and her make-up was running down her face, this made Kevin even happier.

"You Belong to me now and I want you to sign over car and apartment to me, by tomorrow night my slut." Kevin told Elle. He knelt between her open legs and started to fuck Elle's cunt and all Elle could do was to moan in pleasure as Kevin used Elle's cunt. Elle passed out on the bed and woke the following morning, Elle's ankles had red marks on them but she wasn't worried about that as she picked a pair of shoes which covered the marks.



Kevin was not there because he had left for school early and left a note telling her to meet him after football practice with the deeds to the car and the apartment. Elle read the note and soon after made an appointment to see her lawyer later that day.

Elle saw her lawyer during lesson time, asking a fellow teacher to take her lesson as she had forgotten that she had to see the dentist which was a lie. Elle got the title deeds changed and got back to school and back to her classes, the end of the day came very quickly as Elle lost track of time as the lessons became a blur.

Elle got her books together and put them in her bag and walked out towards her car, now it was Kevin's car but she drove it. Opened the car and throw her bag into the back seat and locked it up, then headed towards the football pitch were Elle saw Kevin practising set pieces for upcoming big game against their rival school which they always played at the end of the football season.

Elle waited on the touchline with all the other girlfriend of the team, she felt the odd one out as she was a lot older than them and she had been teaching them that day, Elle felt alive as she saw Kevin tackle a bigger player and bring him down.

"Way to go Kevin!" Elle shouted without realising what she had said. Then the coach blow his whistle and all the players knew that practice was over, Kevin waved at Elle and she waved back at him, this caused the rest of the team to wave at Elle and in turn she went red in the face.

Kevin grabbed a quick shower and missed the team talk about the upcoming game. Elle waited for Kevin to come out, she had done what he had demanded of her even if she had brought her apartment out right, it now belonged to Kevin along with her.

Kevin appeared form the changing rooms and walked over to Elle, the first thing she did was to hand him the title deeds to her apartment and her new car. They walked over to Kevin's new car and Kevin pushed her against the car window and kissed her full on the lips and felt under her skirt, Elle was soaking wet through her panties. Kevin broke the kiss and took the deeds from Elle's hand and looked them over.



"Good Girl, now I want you to drive me to my new home and we can talk about what happens next in your life my slut." Kevin told her, Elle open the car and got into the driver's seat and Kevin got into the car and put his hand on her leg, quickly sliding it up to her wet cunt.



Elle drove off and enjoyed the feeling of his finger in her cunt as she drove to their new home together. Kevin got out and upstairs to his new city apartment and sat down. Elle locked the car up and headed upstairs. When she got she found Kevin waiting on the sofa.

"Get undressed now! And get on your knees slut, I want a blow job!" Kevin demanded from Elle as soon as she put one footstep in the apartment "Sir I need to get my marking done first before that, Sir." Elle said



"This is my place and if you want to continue to live her then you will follow my rules, slut." Kevin barked at Elle.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."Elle said submissively and started to strip in the doorway; Elle got down on her knees and crawled over to Kevin.

"Now I want your credit and bank cards, all of them as now I own you. I will call you slut until I can think of a new name for you." Kevin told Elle as she started to suck on his hard cock.



"Thank you Sir." Elle mumbled still sucking on his cock. Elle was getting wetter from sucking his cock, her cunt itched. Kevin knew that graduation day was a week or so away and he want to show off his new bitch off to the world and humiliate her in front of the whole school, but he was going to wait until the night of the dance to do that.



Kevin shot his load down Elle's throat and swallowed it without thinking, Elle had become more turned on, and she was lost in her lust and gave Kevin total control of herself.





"I want you naked the moment you walk into my apartment and you call me sir at all time even when we are at school, do you understand me slut!" Kevin said bluntly.

"Yes Sir I understand." Elle replied...

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Story 7

Susan kissed her husband Jim and her daughter Linda good-bye, and watched them head out to the car. She went to her wreck of a kitchen to take care of the breakfast dishes.

The contractors wouldn't be back until tomorrow to continue the work on the kitchen remodel. The floor had been torn up, but the cabinets and counters were still in place. She opened the door to the new deck to catch the autumn breezes, and smiled at the thought of them coming back, especially Tom, the young man.

The dishes done, she closed the door again and went upstairs. She made the bed, straightened up her daughter's room, and got ready for a shower. She got the water going, and was just taking off her robe when there was a knock on the door.

Wondering who it might be this early in the day, she turned off the water and headed back down, pulling her robe back on, and tying it tight.

At the door, she looked through the peephole. It was her next door neighbor, Matthew, She and her family had lived there for only a few months, and didn't know the neighbors well. But she opened the door with a smile.

"Hi! What brings you over this morning?"

"Can I come in for a few? I need to talk with you about something important," he said, not returning her smile. "I know this may be a bad time, but..."

"Well, er, I guess so."

There was something about his manner this morning, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I was just about to grab a shower...." But she stood aside and let him in. She knew he'd had a rough few months, and clearly needed to talk today.

"Thanks," he said, closing the door behind him. He stepped past her then, very close, and walked into the living room. She must have imagined the deep breath he took as he passed close to her.

"How are things?" Susan asked, following him, "Everything okay at home?"

Matt turned in the middle of the room to face her. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts.

"Susan, I wanted to talk with you about the work you've had done on your house."

"Has it been a problem? I know the contractors have been starting early, but I didn't think they were being a bother. They're done with the back deck, from now on it'll be indoor work."

She realized she was babbling, but there was something a little off putting about Matt today. Normally an easygoing type, he seemed very tense, nearly wired. She thought she knew what must be bothering him.

"Have they been leaving trash in your yard?"

"The workers have been fine. But..." He let his words trail off as he pulled a photograph out of his breast pocket and handed it to her.

She looked at it, and felt her knees go weak. The picture was of her and Tom, kissing, his hand clearly on her breast, under her sheer blouse. She took an awkward step back and half fell onto the arm of the overstuffed chair behind her.



"Oh my god," The words came out as a hoarse whisper.

It had been a week ago, to the day. The three-man crew had stopped for lunch, and while the other two had left, Tom stayed. He was 23, an athlete built young man and very hot. Susan was 34, in pretty good shape, and rather lonely. They had hit it off from the first. The other two men were older, and called Tom 'the kid' but she didn't see him that way. She'd caught him looking at her many times, as she walked through the kitchen, or while she was working in the garden.

She had taken to wearing shorter skirts around the house, tight or shear blouses, enjoying the attention. It was exciting, showing off her smooth legs, her firm, fairly large breasts. She had started to experiment with her hair, sometimes wearing the long dark tresses up, sometimes down.



This day, the two of them were on the nearly completed back deck. Standing closer together than they needed to, he was discussing what still needed to be done. The next thing she knew, they were kissing, hot, almost frenzied kisses, his hands up her shirt, her hands on his tight ass, pulling him closer, grinding her pelvis against his.

"I... I thought about stopping," she said haltingly to Matt, "I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to."

She sighed heavily, not really wanting to admit this but feeling compelled to, as she stared at the picture in her hand, "And it was just about the best sex I ever had. Oh god! What was I thinking?"

"Does your husband know about this, Susan?" He was watching her with a hungry look, running his gaze over her body, not bothering to hide it. Wrapped up in her shock, she didn't notice his look.

The hand holding the picture shook.

"No," she said in a small voice that trembled, "he doesn't. He'd kill me."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You know, I've been talking with Jim a lot recently, and I'm getting to like him. He's a very good guy."

She nodded at that, not yet meeting his avid gaze.

"I'm sure he would be interested in what you do when you're at home, alone."

She swallowed hard, and looked up at Matt. This time she saw the look in his eyes. She paled, realizing what he wanted, what his price was for keeping this secret.

"Y-you can't tell him," she stammered, "you can't show him this!" She waved the photo at him.

"Why not? Don't you think he has a right to know?"

"He'll kill me," she repeated, "he'll leave me and take our daughter!"

Matt just watched her, saying nothing.

"It was... it was a mistake!" she cried, "A moment of weakness!"

"I can see that he would make things really hard for you. I see you really love your daughter."

Head bowed again, she whispered, "She's my life."

She took a deep, shuddering breath,. "He can be very jealous... oh god!" She hid her face in her hands, "what am I going to do?"

"I don't have to tell him, you know."

Susan looked up, suddenly wary. She heard the tone in his voice, and knew what it said. "What?"

"No, I don't," he said, almost airily.

Knowing- but fearing the answer, she asked the question anyway, "What do you want?"

"Well, Susan, for a start, you can drop that bathrobe."

Her jaw dropped, eyes wide. She couldn't believe she was really hearing this.



"You know I've found you attractive since the day you moved in."

"I... I'd noticed."

"That black tank top you were wearing, those cut off jeans..." He smiled at the memory, clearly something he had gone over many times.

"Yes, I remember, it was a hot day." She couldn't face those eyes, the open hunger in them, anymore. She looked away, down, anywhere but at him.

"Until I saw you that day last week, I thought Jim was a lucky man." He stepped closer, to stand right in front of her, "You know my wife left me."

She nodded with a sigh, remembering. It had been messy, only a month after she and her family had moved in. She'd heard them yelling and carrying on in the middle of the night more than once.

"I remember that, too. It's been hard on you."

"Yes. But I think you can help. Open your robe, Susan."

"I can't! How can this help matters?! Two wrongs don't make a right!"

"No, they don't. All right then."

He turned away, moving away from her. "What time does Jim get home again?"

"Oh god."

Matt turned back to look at her, letting his eyes roam her body again, before reaching for a picture of Lindsay, "She really is precious, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is precious to me. Please!"

Tears started rolling down her cheeks, "I'll give you anything you want, but I can't do this! Please, I made a mistake!"

"A very big one. You should be more careful. Now you have an important decision or two to make. Like whether or not you're going to open that robe."

"Oh god," she struggled to pull herself together.

"One." He sat down on a chair across from her.

"Two." She stood up, facing him, and took two steps to close the distance between them.

"Three." Her hands move shakily to the tie holding the garment closed.

"Mmmmm, yes. Let me see what I have been dreaming about."

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Filled with shame, she half turned away, wanting to run, to flee from this man with the hungry eyes. Her face was red, streaked with tears.

"Look at me, Susan! I want to see all of you."

Taking a deep breath, she turned back. No more tears. She thought of her daughter, thankfully safe at school, she thought of her marriage that she was defiling once more- to save it.

"How messed up is this?" she asked herself. But she knew.

"I know this is hard for you, but..." He reached out and ran his hand up the side of her leg.

She didn't flinch away from his touch. But she wanted to.



"If you know this is hard, then why are you doing it?" She was becoming aware of an excitement growing in spite of herself.

"We all have needs, Susan," He looked up at her, and his voice grew harder, "Now do you open your fucking robe or do I tell your husband?"

She jumped at his tone as his hand traveled to her thigh. Her hand moved, almost of its own accord, and pulled the tie on her robe, pulling the knot out.

"Open it!"

Knowing there was no real hope for the situation and that more talk would just get him angry, she moved her hands to the neckline of the robe, and slowly opened it for him.



"Mmmmm, yesssss. Very nice."

With another sigh, she looked away as she let the robe fall open.

"You have a very nice body." Matt leaned back in his chair. "Now take it off."



"I..."

"NOW."

With shaking hands, she pulled the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Naked in front of him, she stood with her head down, not making eye contact.

"So, tell me, Susan," he asked conversationally as he got comfortable in the chair, crossing his legs, "Sex with Jim. It's fairly conventional, isn't it?"

He let his eyes roam over her bare form.

"Mostly, yes," she admitted.

"Mostly?" He leaned forward, uncrossing his legs, and reached out to run his hand up her leg to her hip and across her stomach.

"He's... he's very busy these days." She shivered at his touch.

In truth, the sex had been "conventional" for years now.

"Between the house, Lindsay, and work, he doesn't have the energy for much."

"Mmmmm. I'm sorry to hear that. I have lots of energy."

She had no reply to that, her mind was spinning.

"And lots of time on my hands..." A wicked grin crossed his face as he brought his hand down, and slowly inserted a finger into her sex.

"Oh god," she breathed, "Ohhhh, no, please don't," she whispered as he slipped his finger in and out.

"Susan, don't you realize?" He looked up at her, catching her eye, "I own you." He slid his hand deep, and she moaned half in pleasure, half in fear.

"Oh god."

"Besides. You're wet." Finger sliding in and out, he also rubbed between her lips, spreading the wetness around. She winced, and looked away again.

"That shouldn't make a difference." She had some trouble getting the words out.

He touched her clit, and she felt her knees go weak again. "It only makes a difference to you. I'll get off either way."

He reached out and pulled her down against him in the chair as her knees gave way. She struggled, tried to push away, but he wrapped his arms around her, and held her close, pressing his lips to hers. His arms tightened around her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tried not to respond, realizing that her efforts were only making him more excited. Once she stopped struggling, one of his hands moved down her back to her ass. He squeezed, kissing her more deeply, and she moaned softly. "Mmmmm." He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "The things you will do for me..."



"Oh god."

Susan put her head down on his shoulder. She knew she was defeated, she had no choice. He grinned into her hair, knowing.

His finger pressed against her anus, and she jerked her head back up, "No, please, not that!"

"You just realized you can't win."

"Yes. I know. But please, not there. Anything but that!"

"'That is just the beginning, Susan," he said, pushing her away roughly to stand up, "but I think I'll leave it for another day."

She fell to the floor with a whimper. He reached for an ottoman, and pulled it to the center of the room.

"Bend over."

She crawled to the ottoman, and leaned over it, as directed. He moved in behind her. She heard his zipper going down, and then the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Then she felt pressure against her sex. She whimpered, but shed no more tears as he entered her slowly. He groaned as he felt her wet pussy take him in.



"Susan, I like you."

She nodded.

"So I'm not going to hurt you this time," he said, his cock sliding deep.

"I should be grateful for this then?" She bit the words out, not hiding her anger.

"Yesssss"

But she wasn't sure if he was answering her, or enjoying what he was doing. She buried her face in her hands, feeling how much bigger than her husband he was, how he stretched her as he started pumping in and out of her. She hated it. But. It. Felt. So. Good!

"Yesssss," he said again, "Jim seems like a nice enough guy, but..."

"But you're going to fuck his wife all you want? How... neighborly of you!"

He pushed his cock in deep, and she moaned again.

"But he's probably too nice," Matt continued, ignoring her comment.

Pumping harder and faster, he leaned over, pressing his body against her back. He ran his hand through her hair.

"Oh god!"

Not a whimper this times, but a cry of pleasure. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying this! He kissed her neck as he thrust deep. She started to push back against him, meeting his thrusts.



"Mmmmm, Susan, you are soooo mine. A good fit, I would say."

"Oh god. Just shut up and fuck me!"

Matt rode her hard, thrusting into her deeply. She felt him hitting her cervix with each stroke. Skin to skin, sex to sex. His teeth sank into her shoulder. She hardly noticed, or cared, that he was leaving a mark on her.

He fucked her with abandon, lost in the feel of her hot, soaked pussy, of her body beneath him. She moved with him, nearly losing herself as well, as his hands moved to her breasts. Her excitement grew and grew as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Yesss," she hissed, feeling the approaching climax. He responded by pinching and twisting her nipples harder, mixing pleasure and pain.

"Don't stop!" she cried as he kept slamming into her.

"Oh God!" Harder. Faster. Deeper.

"OH GOD!"

"Yes! Cum for me! Cum as I fuck you!"

She shook as her orgasm took hold of her. Wave after wave rushed out from her center, the pleasure prolonged by his continued thrusting.



He screwed her with renewed vigor as she came again and again. Her juices soaked his cock, and she bit down on the ottoman to keep from screaming. Still he pounded into her.

The sound of their bodies meeting and her muffled cries filled the air, as did the scent of her juices and his sweat. She fought to catch her breath, dizzy. She'd never cum so hard in her life!

He stopped, and as she turned to look at him, confused, he withdrew and sat back, legs apart, eyes filled with desire.

"Susan...."

She slipped to her knees and turned to face him, still out of breath, "Yes?"

"I want you to finish me. I want you to take me deep into your mouth."







Swallowing hard, she considered. Up until now, her reactions- and amazing orgasm- aside, she had been passive. All this had been done to her. Now he wanted her to take an active role in this... blackmail? Yes, that was the right word.





Matt watched her, almost reading her mind. He turned to look again at the picture of the dark haired little girl in pigtails. She followed his gaze, and she moved over to him on her hands and knees. She bent over him as he spoke to her.

"You might call this blackmail, but I don't know that I would. I might call it instead giving you what you need."

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Her mouth only inches from his ridged sex, she stopped and looked up at him.

"You wouldn't call this blackmail?"

She was incredulous.

He slid his hands into her hair, lacing his fingers behind her head.

"Well, I would call it protecting a marriage." He put a little pressure behind his fingers, "And I would call it making you fulfilled."



Susan yielded to the pull, and let herself be gently pushed down to meet his cock. She made no answer to his argument, but instead flicked her tongue out to taste him, tasting herself on him, mixed with his precum. He watched her for a moment, then leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes.

She cleaned her juices off of him, rolling her tongue around the head and then down the shaft. Hard as a rock, his cock twitched under her ministrations. She made her way back up and then wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly, but not too fast yet. Her tongue flicked the underside of his cockhead, teasing the very sensitive flesh there. She explored him, mapping out every ridge, every line, sticking her tongue into the slit at the tip, tasting more precum.



Then she took him into her mouth, and he moaned, with another, "Yesssss."

Just the head in her mouth, one hand stroking him, faster now, her other hand moved to his sac, cupping, massaging his balls. The thought crossed her mind that he was intensely vulnerable now, but while she could hurt him at the moment, there was no way she could prevent him from telling her husband- not only what she had done, but what she was doing right then. She sighed inwardly, and returned her full attention to the task at hand. And mouth.



It had been a very long time since she had done this for her husband, she had forgotten how good it felt, the power of giving a man this kind of pleasure. Granted, this was not the man she should be doing this for, but... she found herself enjoying it, and remembered some of the tricks she used to employ.

Matt moaned and sighed; his hands still in her hair, gripping, but not guiding. She pulled her hand away from his shaft, and took him all the way into her mouth. His pubic hair tickled her nose, and he gasped as he hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, almost off, and plunged down again. And again.

His body arched and his fingers tightened. Again she pulled back, this time running her teeth along his length, just hard enough for the sensation, not to hurt. She wrapped her hand back around him, stroking fast as she sucked hard on him, again flicking her tongue across it.

A long, low groan, and she felt his scrotum tighten in her hand as his cock grew harder still, then erupted into her mouth. Jet after jet shot into her mouth as she continued to stroke and suck, milking his cock. There was so much that some cum dribbled down to her chin.



He dropped his hands away, letting them fall to his sides as his cock spurted one more time. She caught it, and he looked down at her, quite satisfied. One last stroke and she pulled off.

She looked up at him as she sat back on her heels. Making eye contact, she raised her hand to her mouth, and spat into it.



He laughed, watching her reach for her discarded robe to wipe her hand and face off. She pulled it around her.

"Mmmmm, Susan. That was very good," he smiled broadly.

"You can keep the picture. I have another."

Leaning over, he kissed her gently on the forehead and then stood up. He ran his fingers through her hair before he bent over to pick up his pants.

Head down again, she whispered, "Somehow I knew you were going to say that."

"Sadly," he said, pulling his pants up, "I am a tad predictable. Besides, I preferred to ensure another visit."

Another smile.

"Many more to come."

She shivered, coming to grips with the realization that today wouldn't be the end of this. And the frightening fact that that didn't upset her. She was almost pleased to have it so.

"You were great," he said.

Head still down, her long hair screening her face, she smiled, sure that he couldn't see. "Thank you," she said quietly.

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1:23am.

The lights were out, the family asleep. When the phone rang, Susan reached for it sleepily. "Hello?"

"Hello Susan. It's Matt," purred the soft voice in her ear.

Instantly awake, heart pounding, she scrambled out of bed and took the phone with her out into the hall. He kept talking.

"I've been thinking about the other day," he murmured in her ear. She pulled the door closed without latching it, behind her.

"What the hell are you thinking?! Calling at this hour?" she hissed into the phone.

"I was thinking you should come over to please me." Behind her she could hear her husband, Jim moving in the bed.

"Now?!? Are you mad?" She cracked the door and peeked into the bedroom to check on him.

"Susan? Who is it?" Jim's sleepy voice called. She didn't think he was really awake, but she answered him.

"It's nothing hon, just a wrong number. Go back to sleep."

The voice in her ear laughed. "Susan, I'm not crazy. Just horny. I keep seeing you naked body. Hearing the sounds of your pleasure."

Jim rolled over in the bed. "Okay dear." She closed the door again.

"Look," she whispered into the phone again, "I can't. There's no way."

"I'm sorry to hear that." A pause. Then she heard a deep breath as her heart thudded in her chest, her ears. "Can I speak to Jim? Or should I talk with him in the morning?"

She sagged against the wall. "No," she sighed. Internally she was kicking herself. "I'll be over soon."

"Susan..."

"Yes?"

"I want you to wear something slutty. I'll be waiting."

"I don't have anything slutty." She opened the door a crack again, looking in.

"Nothing you wear for Jim? A little outfit, perhaps?"

"I told you before. He's not into any of that stuff."

"Well you'll have to figure something out, won't you?" he asked with an evil chuckle. "I want my slut to look the part."

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath. He laughed again.

"See you soon." Click.

She hung up, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall. Tried to still her pounding heart.

The phone rang again, and she nearly dropped it.

"What?!" she hissed at him. "You want him awake, don't you!"

"You may want to tell him something, in case he wakes up. This may take a while."

"I haven't got a clue what to say."

Jim stirred again in the bedroom. "Honey?"

Hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in her voice, she she called softly into him, "It's okay love, really. Go back to sleep."

"Surely you have a friend how needs your help. You'll think of something." Matt hung up again.

Susan hit the "off" button on the phone and headed back into the bedroom, thinking furiously. She put the phone back into its cradle and sat down on the bed.

"Who was that?" he asked sleepily. She stroked his hair, and he shifted over to her, laying his head against her leg. "I love you, you know that?" He draped his arm around her.

"It's Jane, from down the street. Her baby's sick, she's not sure if she needs to take him to the hospital, and her husband's out of town. She asked me if I could help, and if need be, stay there with the older kids." A lump rose in her throat. "And I love you too."

She bent to kiss him, and then got up. Opening the bottom dresser drawer, she started to pull clothes out, knowing that Jim wouldn't suspect what she was looking for.

"You're such a good friend to her. You know they've been having problems... I've been talking with her husband about it." He yawned.

"Yes," she responded, distracted. "She told me."

"Stay as long as you need to, my love." He rolled back over and was shortly snoring softly again.

She dug deeper in the drawer until her fingers found - there. Pulling the garment out, she looked at it in the dim light from the night light in the hall. A black bustier, given to her almost ten years ago as a bridal shower gift, worn only twice. Jim had liked it well enough, but wasn't too interested. So she had buried it away in the dresser, and had nearly forgotten it was there. Why she hadn't thrown it away when they'd moved, she didn't know.

Finding the accessories that went with it took a little more doing. But she gathered everything together, along with a simple dress out of the closet, and went to the bathroom to change. She pulled off her robe and nightgown, then dressed quickly. She'd forgotten to bring the phone in with her, and didn't want to risk Matt calling back if she took too long.

The bustier fit a little differently now, but that was understandable, it had been nearly a decade after all. And she'd had a baby. But it did still fit. Over this she pulled the loose dress, buttoned down the front.

She went down the hall, she had reached the steps when she heard a soft, "Mommy?"

Susan turned and went to her daughter's room. "Go back to sleep sweetheart," she said, giving the eight year old a hug and a kiss. Lindsay was asleep again almost immediately, as children do, and never felt her mother's tears on her cheek.

With a heavy sigh, she left the house after pulling on a light jacket. She walked through the dead leaves in the yard, trying not to make too much noise, grateful that Matt's back porch light wasn't on.

She knocked on the door. He opened it, dressed in a worn bathrobe, a glass of red wine in his hand.

"You took your time, I'm not happy about that."

"I had to think of something to tell him, didn't I?"

He just snorted at that. "Not my problem. Would you like some wine?" Still standing in the doorway, he offered her his wine glass.

"No."

"It's Merlot."

"No, thank you."

"It's a good vintage."

"I'm sure it is."

"Suit yourself. Come in."

She stepped past him into the messy living room, holding her jacket tightly around her. He closed the door and walked over. As she looked around the room, noting the dirty dishes on the coffee table, video tapes and CDs scattered around, he turned her to face him and wrapped his arms around her.

She didn't pull away, but she stiffened in his arms. As he leaned in to kiss her, she could smell the wine on his breath.

"Mmmmm, Susan," he breathed, drinking in her scent, "I can't wait to see what you have in store."

"What "I" have in store?" But he didn't answer her, instead pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers. She let him kiss her, thinking to herself, "If I don't respond, maybe, maybe then it'd be over faster, or better yet, he'll lose interest." Even as she thought it though, she felt her resolve waning.

His hands slid down her to her ass, and he pulled her close, his hard cock pressing against her. She couldn't help herself, she started to kiss him back. It did feel good... No one had ever touched her in this kind of way before. As if he owned her. Then she remembered what he'd said the first time. He did own her, in a way. She hated it. And she loved it. And she hated that too.

She took some small comfort in the fact that while he had forced her, it hadn't been violent. He hadn't hurt her. And he had said he'd been attracted to her since she'd moved in. "It's not much," she thought to herself, "but it's something."

Letting her hands slip around his waist, she continued to kiss him back. She wanted to forget who this was, to pretend it was her husband, but she couldn't, quite. His hands moved back up, this time under her jacket, exploring the curves of her body.

He broke the kiss, "I can see you're liking this, aren't you?" She flushed and looked away. This was NOT the way a married woman was supposed to behave. He released her.

"Take off your coat and go up stairs to my room."

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She took off her jacket as he refilled his wine glass. Unsure of what to do with it, she placed it on the arm of the couch. She glanced at the stairs and then back at him. She'd never been in his house before. He noticed.

"Second door on the right." He gestured for her to proceed him and she went, aware she had no choice.

He was right behind her, caressing her ass with his free hand. Then he slipped it under her skirt, feeling up to the tops of her stockings.

"Mmmmm. You wore something slutty..."

"You told me to dress like this didn't you?"

He smacked her ass. "Hurry up, my little slut!"

She moved a little faster, and turned into the bedroom, wrinkling her nose at the stale air in there.

There were dirty clothes strewn about the room, some on the floor, some on the bed. She noted the two empty bottles and the number of glasses on the floor by the side of the bed. There was another bottle on the bedside table. Matt saw her taking in the room.

"Yeah, the place is a mess. Hasn't been the same since Brenda left." Putting his glass down, he sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

"So I see." She stood there, looking at him, not wanting to touch anything. And unsure what he wanted tonight. Other than sex.

"Go to the foot of the bed." Susan walked over and stood there. "Look at me and tell me how much you want me."

She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. "I don't want you. I want you to leave me the hell alone."

He raised his arms and crossed them behind his head. In a stern voice he spoke her name.

She took a deep breath. Then he reached for a photograph on the bedside table that she hadn't noticed. He looked at it before grinning and turning it for her to see.

"Tell me, Susan."

It was another picture of her, with Tom, the contractor who'd been working on her house. This image showed her hand on his cock through his jeans, and her smiling up at him. She blanched. Yes, she'd known that he had more pictures, but... how many? How long would this go on?

Matt grinned deviously. "Looks like you've been very naughty. Tell me," he repeated.



She met his eyes. In a dead voice, she said, "I want you. Oh baby, oh baby, take me now, I must have your rock hard cock."

"Oh come now Susan, you can do better than that. Or should we just call Jim?" He reached towards the phone on the bedside table. "By the way, how is your daughter?"

Not normally one for cursing, she muttered, "Fuck," under her breath. "Twice in one night," she thought.



"Mmmmm, a mouth like a sailor." His grin widened again and he picked up his glass. "I'm sure I can find other uses for it."

She ignored that comment. "Please. You've got me here. You know you can do what you want to my body. Do you have to make me do this too?"

"You will do what I say when I say. I will do with you what I want, where and when I want to. Out of doors, in your house, in your church. So. Tell me. What brings you here?"



Her hands were clenched at her sides. She hated this. She hated him, being here, and most of all she hated herself for getting into this situation in the first place.

Closing her eyes, she said, "I'm here because you called. Because you want me." She couldn't believe she was going to say this... "Because I want you too," she whispered. After that admission she couldn't look at him.

"Mmmmm. Good. Take off your dress."



Without an argument and only a slight hesitation, she unbuttoned her dress, still not looking at him. The bustier came into view and he raised his glass in appreciation. "Very nice."

He took a long sip as she slid the dress off her shoulders and let it puddle around her feet, exposing to him her garter belt and stockings.... and the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. She hadn't been able to find the ones that belonged with the outfit. His smile broadened again.

"So Susan... What will you be for me tonight?"

"Be for you? What do you want?"

"Susan." He spoke her name sternly.

She sighed, "Yes, Matt?"

"What will you be for me tonight?"

"Anything you want me to be."

"So, you are...?" His eyes roamed over her body, her lingerie. He licked his lips.



She grimaced in frustration. She was sure she knew what he wanted her to say, but she didn't want the words in her mouth. "What. Do. You. Want?!?"

"A slut. What are you?"

"Then I'm your slut tonight."

He sat up, putting the wine glass down again, and moved to sit at the end of the bed, right in front of her. "Tonight?" His hand went to her ass.

"No," she hug her head, "Not just tonight, apparently." "God," she thought to herself, and not for the first time, "what the hell am I doing? It doesn't matter if I want him or not, I SHOULDN'T be here!"

"Ah, I may tire of you yet...." Hope sprang up in her, a pathetic little thing. "But... No promises." And that tiny spark died again, scarcely born. She sighed as he squeezed her ass possessively.



"Mmmmm. You're so firm."

"Thank you," she said quietly. "I try to take care of myself."

"That's good. Brenda didn't."

Susan heard a hollow laugh somewhere back in her mind. She found herself considering gaining weight. A great deal of it.

His hand on her ass moved, one finger traveling down the crack, and she shivered at his touch. Some part of her *did* want him, she had already admitted that.... She could feel herself growing excited, could feel the moisture growing between her legs. Then his finger pressed against her tight hole.



She tried to shift away from him as he reached for her breast with his other hand. "No- Please!"

He didn't stop, holding her in place instead of groping her, and pushed his finger in. She moaned and whispered, "No..."

Pushing it in deeper, he was clearly enjoying doing this to her. He pulled his finger almost out, then back in it went.

"No! Please, stop it!"

"But it's so tight," he said, his eyes on her.

"Yes, it is, but it hurts! Please, I beg you!" He pushed his finger deep again. "Oohhh god," she moaned again.

"Susan, bend over."

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She looked at him in alarm, fear clear on her face. But the expression on his face told her not to argue. With great reluctance, she bent over the footboard. He withdrew his finger and stood up. His erection was clearly visible under his robe.

He caressed her ass with both hands as he moved behind her. "Hmmm. Susan... I want to use you, but to show you that I do have some heart, I won't take you there."

She sagged in relief. "God..." she breathed, "Thank you."

"Spread your legs. Show me your pussy." She could feel his eyes on her as she complied. He admired the way the garter belt and stockings framed her ass.



One of his hands went to her pussy, the other one smacked her ass. She jumped, not expecting the stinging slap. He slid a finger into her and she moaned, feeling him stir more inside of her than her wet pussy.

He slipped his hand forward, moving between her lips up to her clit.

"So tell me what you are."

She buried her face in the quilt as his finger moved in tight circles over her little nub. Trying again and failing to pretend this wasn't happening, at least not like this. She moaned again. Both of his hands on her now, one on her clit, with the other he slid two fingers back into her. She wiggled her hips around his hands and he smiled at her reaction, his cock straining under his robe.

He withdrew his hand, wet with her juices, and slapped her a second time. She cried out again. Another smack, then he pushed his fingers back into her. Her breath was coming faster, a little ragged, and small moans kept escaping her.

"Now, what are you?"

"I'm.. I'm a slut," she panted.

"Yessssss!" He slid his fingers deep. More moans from her, she could feel that she was getting close... so close.

He stopped.

She gasped, confused at the sudden lack of stimulation, unsure of what to do as he withdrew his hands. Still bent over the bed, she turned her head to look back at him.

He knelt down, his face was just inches from her sex. She could feel his hot breath on her.

"Spread your lips for me," he ordered.

Slipping her hands under her body, down to her pussy, she opened herself for him, arching her back also, angling her hips to give him better access. He inhaled deeply.

"You smell so sweet."

"Thank you," she said, again in a whisper, not knowing what to say. Then she had no more words as he pressed his face into her. She moaned as he tongued her clit first, then moved back, dipping into her, tasting.



His jaw worked as he ran his tongue in and out of her, over her lips, to her clit and back. She shuddered as he tasted her, teased her, pleased her. He pressed his jaw into her hard, and she moaned more.

He shrugged out of his robe and stroked himself as he worked her pussy over with lips and tongue.

She pulled her hands out from under her body and she clutched at the bedding as he ate her like a man starved. Up and down, front to back, running his goatee over her lips- THAT was something she'd never felt from her clean shaven husband! He wrapped his mouth over her clit, sucking as he fluttered his tongue over it.

Moaning louder, she started to shake. He worked his tongue faster as her body tensed. There was nothing else in the world for her at that moment. No thought, nearly no breath, just his mouth on her, taking her past what she had thought her limits were.

She cried out as her orgasm claimed her. It hit her hard, arching her back, and she thrust back against his eager mouth. She shook with the strength of it, and then sagged on the bed, gasping for air. He kept going, following the movements of her body even as she collapsed. He continued to work on her clit as she soaked his face with her juices, and slipped two fingers into her pussy to feel the contractions there brought on by her climax.



"Ohhh.... oh god... stop... please," she pleaded, gulping for air, "No more..."

He sat back, his face wet with her cum, his goatee matted with it, "Was that good for you, Susan?" he smiled, licking his lips. "You do taste good!"

Susan slowly came back to herself, catching her breath. His hands traveled over her body, toying with the garters, slipping his fingers under the bottom edge of the bustier she still wore.

"Tell me...." He first unhooked the garters, then his hands moved to the fastenings on the front of the garment, as he spoke he slowly undid the little hooks and pulled the garment off, "Does Jim do that to you?"

"Not... Not for a very long time." She wouldn't admit that her husband had *never* done that to her- at least, not nearly so well.

He slapped her ass, hard.

She yelped in pain and surprise. "What did you do that for?!"

"Because I can." He hit her again, "That's for asking questions."

She hid her face in the blankets.

"Not used to pain, huh, Susan?" He admired the red hand print on her ass.

A muffled "No." was her answer. She struggled not to cry, and tried to wipe away the tears that sprang to her eyes with out him seeing.

"A slut like you needs to get used to it." He paused, and she heard the sound of him pulling something towards him. Then his belt came down hard across her back. She never saw the blow coming.

She screamed.

"You're such a dirty little whore!" he shouted over her cries.

The belt came down again, on her ass this time.

"Stop, PLEASE!"

"What are you, Susan?!"

Another blow.

She screamed again, and hoping that saying it would stop the attack, she cried out, "I'm a slut! Please, I beg you! Please stop," she sobbed.

He struck her again, and she slipped off the end of the bed where she had been leaning, and curled up on the floor.

One more blow as she huddled there, and one more scream.

"Now, who's a slut?"

Whimpering, she said, "I am." She didn't move, curled up tight, her hair covering her face. Her back was on fire. She hadn't been in this much pain since her miscarriage. And no one had "ever" treated her like this.

"Yesss."

"Oh god," she whispered, realizing-- the welts on her back would become bruises. "You've marked me..." They might not be permanent, but it would be more than a week before they were gone.



"Yes. You're mine."

"What if Jim sees? How am I going to explain this away? If I tell him the truth, your little game is done."

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After leaving Matt's place that night, she made her way back home and sat on her porch watching his house carefully. Shivering from the chilly pre dawn air, she thought about the bizarre twist events had taken as she twisted the bustier in her hands. There were still lights on over there, upstairs and down. The sex she had expected, but the beating... Then the revelation about why his wife had left him, his emotional outburst... those things she had not been prepared for.



She could feel his cum on her thighs, cold and mostly unwelcome.



The light went out in the upstairs window, and though she sat there and watched for another half-hour, they stayed on downstairs. Good, that meant he'd screwed up. She'd left the backdoor unlocked, and it didn't appear that he'd bothered to go downstairs and check. When he went out during the day, he almost always used the front door. That gave her a chance to get out of this situation.



Chilled, she let herself into her own front door, and went upstairs. She took off the loose dress and the garter belt with the stockings, wincing as she moved the sore flesh of her lower back and buttocks. Looking in the mirror, she saw the still livid welts that would be bruises before long. Matt had been vicious, more than she could have expected of him. Of course, she hadn't expected him to beat her when she'd gone over a few hours before. But then, before he had shown up a few days ago with that photograph, she hadn't known him very well.

She slipped her nightgown over her head, stuffed the bustier, garter belt and stockings deep into the hamper. She told herself that she really needed to get rid of them.

Moving as quietly as she could, she padded to her bedroom and slipped into the bed next to her husband. He rolled over, put his arm around her waist and snuggled in, spooning. She forced herself not to react as he pressed his body against her aching back.

"You're cold," he whispered. "Everything okay with Jane and her kids?" he asked, reminding her of the lie she had had to tell him.

"They're fine, everyone's okay," she told him. "The baby has colic, that's all. In fact," she couldn't believe how easily the story came to her, "Jane was so embarrassed at getting me out of bed in the middle of the night that she made me promise not to tell her husband."

"Really?" He chuckled softly.

"Yes, poor thing. She's so frazzled these days. Don't tell him about it, okay? She'd just feel awful."

"No problem." He was drifting off again, she could tell. She lay there in his arms, amazed at what was happening inside her. She was being blackmailed by her neighbor; she was at his beck and call for sexual favours. While she hated what he was doing to her, the beating tonight being not the worst of it, some growing part of her liked it.



She turned that thought over in her mind... "The beating not the worst of it?" What did that mean? The physical pain she had experienced that night was bad, humiliating, but this control that Matt was exerting over her... that could just be worse. And she had just lied to her husband for the second time in one night.



Here was this man, certainly good looking enough, who wanted her. Who wanted her enough to stoop to blackmail and threats? Her husband was a good man, a provider, and a good father to their daughter. But he was hardly her lover anymore. Oh, there was love there, certainly, but the passion had died long ago. When they did make love, it was simple, straightforward, and more sex than making love. She'd craved more for a very long time, but she knew her husband, and knew that he wasn't going to change.



That's why she had turned to the contractor, Tom, that day. Her first slip in nearly ten years of marriage... And she had opened herself up to this. To Matt and his god-damned camera.

But if he didn't check his backdoor when he went out later that day... there was hope.





She lay in the circle of her husband's arms, contemplating her freedom as she drifted off to sleep.

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The alarm went off at 7:00 as usual, and even though she hadn't gotten very much sleep, Susan leapt out of bed. She had a plan. She knew how to get out of this situation.

"You seem happy this morning," Jim commented after his shower, as she bustled about the bedroom, making the bed and laying out her clothes for the day.

"Thank you, hon, I feel really good today!"

And she did, aside from the pain still in her back. He slipped his arms around her from behind and again she had to do her best not to flinch as he touched the bruises. There was no way she could explain them away. One maybe, she could say she fell last night. But there were five of them, laddered down to her buttocks.

"I'm glad," he said, nuzzling her ear, "You've seemed so tense the last few days."

She smiled, thinking that soon that particular tension would be gone for good. Patting his hands, she said, "I have to get Lindsay up."

"Okay, love." He kissed her on the cheek and let her go. She left the room and he got dressed.

Breakfast was hurried as usual, then she saw them both off. Jim drove Lindsay to school each day, father-daughter time. They didn't get much of that, with the hours that Jim worked.

Alone, she went back upstairs to dress. Then she made herself another cup of coffee, and settled down by the window to wait. She had a clear view of Matt's house. She couldn't see the front door, but the car in the driveway and the back door were both in plain view. When he left, she would know. And she'd know if he used the back door, she hoped it was still unlocked from last night.

"Let him forget about that," she prayed. He'd been drinking, there was a chance. But she didn't know how much of one.

An hour and a half later she saw him get into his car and leave. She forced herself to wait ten minutes, and she headed over.

Her heart in her throat, she put her hand on the doorknob, and turned it. YES! She had been right, he had forgotten to check the door! She slipped inside, her heart pounding. She stood in the hall, thinking. Where would he keep the pictures? Would the negatives be in the same place?

Upstairs. In the bedroom. She would have bet her life that's where they were. But then, she nearly was betting her life, at least the life she had with her family. She didn't want to go up there, not after what had happened last night. Steeling herself, she went anyway.

Susan knew she had to hurry. Matt had lost his job a couple of months ago, so there was no way for her to know how long he would be gone.

Halfway up the stairs, the phone rang, scaring her half to death. She grabbed onto the railing to steady herself, she could hardly hear for the blood pounding in her ears. Calming down, she heard the answering machine picking up in the living room. She went back to the foot of the stairs, and listened to the incoming message.

"Good morning Mr. Ho. This is Karen calling from the law offices of Michaels and Bains. We have some papers here for you to sign regarding your wife's alimony. I believe we had some questions for you from her lawyer also. Oh yes! and I have a note here about a package you wanted us to hold for you. It's an unusual request, but I believe we can accommodate you. Please call us back as soon as you can..."

She stopped listening and headed back up the stairs. Turning into the bedroom, again she was hit with the stuffy air, the smell of dirty clothes and old wine, now mingled with a whiff of stale sweat, and sex. She looked around, considering. The room looked worse in daylight than it had last night. She opened the dresser and searched through the drawers, nothing. The bedside table, the closet, under the bed, no joy.

There was a sound....coming....from outside? She froze, listening with every fiber of her. What would she say, what could she do if he came home? But the noise didn't come again, and slowly she relaxed a little.

She started digging through the closet again, maybe she'd missed something? Then she stopped, thinking, running over in her mind what she knew about Matt. Then she walked over to the bed and after a moment's hesitation, lifted the pillow.

There it was. A plastic envelope, the kind pictures come in now. Her hand shook as she reached for it. She flipped it open, and saw that they were indeed the pictures of her with the contractor. It looked like a full roll. And the negatives were there! She breathed a sigh of relief, she had them at last!

But she couldn't linger. She replaced the pillow and fairly fled the house, making sure to lock the door behind her. Just in case. Didn't want him to discover his lapse before she could confront him with it.

She walked across his yard into hers, stuffing the envelope into her blouse. When she was nearly at her front steps, she heard a car. She turned to see Matt's car turn into his driveway.

Susan felt her heart pounding again. There was no reason for him to suspect she had been in the house, but the adrenaline still flooded her. It was all she could do to act casually, kneeling down to dead head some mums. She wanted to run into her house and bolt the door, not be out here in the open, but she couldn't, she didn't dare.

He got out of the car and called, "Hi," with a friendly wave. She stood, looked over at him, and then turned and with measured steps, walked inside. She thought she could hear his laughter following her.

Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, breathing deeply, shaking a little. That had really been too close. Another minute, and she would have been caught. But she'd done it! Without the pictures, it was his word against hers, and there was no way, none, that Jim would believe Matt over her.

She felt empowered, like she could take on the world. But she didn't need to. Just one neighbor.

She decided that she would act tonight, once her family was asleep. It would be a long day...

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Very nice, enjoying your story:)

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A very long day indeed.

But it was over now. The dinner dishes were clean, Lindsay's homework finished, and she had been asleep for hours. Jim had just put the light out after they had read for a little while. The same as usual. Everything the same as the night before. Except that she was waiting for her husband to fall asleep. Waiting for her chance to go to Matt and declare his hold on her broken.

Jim snuggled up to her, fitting his body to hers from behind as she lay on her side, one hand cupping her breast. He started to nuzzle at her neck as he caressed her nipple through her nightgown.

She recognized the gentle overtures for what they were and considered feigning sleep. How could she give her husband the attention he deserved tonight?



His hand moved up from her breast to stroke her cheek and then to turn her face to his. He kissed her, sweet and gentle, and she knew she wouldn't refuse him. She rarely did, as he didn't often make the first move. Kissing him back, she could feel him growing hard against her buttocks.

Susan shifted onto her back, and his hand traveled over her, back down to her breasts, and then down further. He reached up under her nightgown to her sex. She raised her hips and pulled the nightgown up over her hips, to give him free access.



He opened her pussy lips, letting his fingers move around her clit, and then he slipped a finger into her. She stiffened, this was the first thing Matt had done to her, but Jim took her reaction as pleasure and continued to play with her.

With an effort, she pushed the vivid memory aside. It taunted her though, from a corner of her mind.



She kissed him back, and moved her hand to stroke him. They both knew what the other liked. They should, having been married for going on ten years.

Then why did she find herself craving a firmer hand? A rougher touch?

He climbed on top of her and eased himself into her waiting sex. So loving, so gentle, so... boring. NO! How could these unwanted thoughts keep running through her mind? She loved him. He was her husband!



She tried again to push these thoughts away, willing her uncooperative body to respond to her husband the way it responded to Matt.

Jim kissed her as he moved inside her, his pace picking up. She moved under him, raising her hips to meet him, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before he came. He was silent, as ever; the only sound from him was his breathing.



With a small grunt, he thrust hard, once, twice, three times. She felt his cum fill her, and she arched against him with a moan. Still absorbed in his own orgasm, he took her reaction to be her own climax. He relaxed on top of her, and kissed her one more time before pulling out and rolling off of her, leaving a wet smear across her thigh. He draped a sleepy arm over her, and said, "Good night, sweetheart."



"Good night," she rolled back onto her side, facing away from him. She listened to him, to his breathing. He was asleep in a few minutes.

She watched the clock on the bedside table.

Five minutes.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Sure he was fast asleep, she carefully slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed. In the bathroom, she washed herself, and pulled out the clothes she had hidden in the linen closet earlier that day. She quickly pulled on the baggy jeans, turtleneck and the old sweater.

She checked on Lindsay, and then headed out.

Crossing over to his yard quickly, she went to Matt's back door.

Feeling the thrill of empowerment again, she knocked. She wanted to pound on the door, to batter it down. There was music coming from inside the house, jazz, she thought. She could also see that the TV was on.

She waited. There was no reply, she couldn't see him coming down the hall. She knocked again, harder, and heard the music stop, saw the light from the TV go off. He came to the door, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

He opened the door, and just looked at her for a long moment. She knew he was trying to make her uncomfortable, but she held her ground, met his eyes, and waited for him to speak.

"Susan, I didn't call you." He chuckled. "Just can't stay way, huh?" he asked with a smirk.

She'd had enough of this. She pushed past him and walked into the living room. There was a symmetry to this, she realized. He had done the same thing in her house, when this had started a few days ago. He closed the door and followed her, bemused, as she shoved the thought away.

She turned to face him, shoulders back, head held high.

"It's over," she told him without reamble. "It's done. You can't hold those pictures over me anymore."

He looked at her. "What do you mean? You've decided you can live without your husband? Your daughter?"

"No." She drew herself up to her full, if slight, height. "I found your pictures. And the negatives." She allowed herself a smug smile at the look of surprise that crossed his face, and couldn't resist taunting him, "You're not very good at hiding things, are you?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned. "How did you get in?"

"That doesn't matter. I have some secrets you don't know."

Still standing by the door, she watched him, wondering why he wasn't more upset. She'd just claimed her freedom, declared his hold on her broken, and he just stood there. Susan didn't understand, things weren't going like she had thought they would. Then again... she hadn't really known what to expect.

"So you come into my house," he chuckled softly. "You little whore."

Shaking his head, he walked past her and sat down on the couch. "You have the goods, now you want to end it?"

"That's why I'm here, yes."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I've done my penance. It's over." She walked back to the door. This was too easy... "Good bye, Matt."

"I wouldn't go if I were you, Susan," he said in a calm, cold voice, "Stay for a few more minutes."

He picked up a remote control from the coffee table.

Her hand on the doorknob, she stopped. "I'm not going to believe you if you say you have more pictures," she said, not turning around. "Tom and I weren't outside that long."

Matt hit play on the remote.

Her voice came over the sound system.

"I'm here because you called. Because you want me." A pause. "And because I want you too."

"Oh no," she whispered, frozen in place.

"Susan, turn around." He turned the sound off again. "I'm very disappointed in you."

She leaned her head against the door frame.

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"After last night I was thinking..." he continued, "You were kind to me..."

Slowly she turned around too look at him, silent, eyes wide.

"I was going to let it end. I actually felt guilty, after the things I did to you..." She sagged against the door, wincing as her still sore back pressed against the wood. "That you could be kind to me..." He jumped up from the couch, and stalked towards her. "But then you do this?!" He loomed over her, threateningly, but she refused to flinch. What the hell did she have to lose by standing up to him at this point?

"What did you expect me to do? Just continue to be your sex slave?" She was angry, not in the least afraid of him in this moment. Last night she had seen him in a moment of weakness, and she felt that gave her an advantage. The thought that it might make him more dangerous didn't cross her mind. "To allow you to continue to call me at all hours? Threaten to take my life away?"

"You came into my house, MY house, and went through my things!"

"YOU gave me the means to do it!" She poked a finger at his chest

That stopped him. "I what?"

"Yes. You left your door unlocked." She snorted. "You were lucky. You could have been robbed blind. All I did was take some pictures."

"Damn," he muttered, turning away, "I need to slow down on my drinking."

"Maybe if you'd cut it out entirely, you could pull your life back together."

"I don't need a lecture on temperance from you," he said, walking back to the couch and sitting down again. "And while you did take my second most prized possessions-"

"ill- gotten," she interrupted.

"You missed my pride and joy."

"Apparently," she sighed.

He turned up the volume and the sound of her screams as he beat her filled the room. If he turned it much higher, the neighbors might hear, her husband might hear!

"So." He let the volume rise a little more, and then there was silence when he hit the mute button. He turned back to look at her. She stood there in the hall, head down. Her shoulders, held so proudly when she came in, slumped in defeat. The victory she sought turned to ashes.

"You didn't know I was going to let you go," he told her, walking over to her again, "So I will forgive the intrusion."

She waited for the other shoe to drop, knowing there would be one... and a fleeting though of arson crossed her mind.

"But this does change the picture," he went on, reaching out to stroke her face. "Susan, I like you, I don't want to lose you. Yet."

Pushing away from the wall with a deep breath, she looked at him. "Now what?"

He turned and walked back into the living room.

"Strip," he said casually, as he sat back down on the couch, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. "You look awfully stuffy in that outfit."

"Strip?" She followed him out of the hall, but stopped just inside the room.

The sound clicked on again, her moans as she approached orgasm filled the air. She shook, with fear and with impotent anger, and said, "Fine. Just turn that down."

He clicked the sound off again. "Yes.... show me that lovely body again."

She stood there in the other side of the room, and shrugged off her jacket. He motioned her closer, and glared at her when she didn't move. Dropping her jacket, she sighed and moved to stand closer, a few feet away from him. He grinned at her.



Moving stiffly she pulled her sweater and turtleneck up over her head and dropped them to the floor. There was nothing sexual about her movements as she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans. She pushed them down her legs. He frowned at her. "Susan. I know you can do better than that..... ...."

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"You said strip," she told him as she stepped out of her jeans. She pulled her socks off. "I'm stripping." She faced him in her bra and panties.



"Come on now, be the sexy whore you are. Dance for me as you take the rest off."

She glared at him.

He turned the volume up. She heard her orgasm and his cries. She winced, then nodded. "But if you want me to dance, I need music, not that."

Grinning at her from the couch, he silenced the TV again, but left the video running. He pressed another button on the remote, and the jazz she'd heard through the door earlier started again.

He gestured for her to come closer again, to stand in front of him, and she closed the distance between them reluctantly.

"Dance for me," he said. "Show me what a slut you are."

Susan closed her eyes and tried to relax into the music. She started swaying to the soft beat, moving her hips.

"Mmmm, yes, get into it... feel it."

She tried to shut out his voice, the smell of soured wine, the fact that she was in her underwear, to push away everything except the music... Everything including the fact that this was turning her on. She wanted to just lose herself in the music, to move with it.

"Be my slut, Susan, turn me on," he said, slowly sliding his hands up her legs, and then he sat back on the couch, running his eyes over her as she danced.

Moving to the music now, she began to run her hands along her body, across her stomach to her hips. He stroked himself through his jeans. Her hands moved up, over her breasts, to her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, lifting it up, then letting it fall down her back again.

Matt opened his jeans and pulled out his hardening cock. She turned in her dance and faced away from him for a moment. He admired her ass, one hand reaching over to caress it for a moment before he pulled his sweater off, followed by his tee shirt.

Turning back, her eyes still closed, she didn't see him slip his jeans off. She let her hands continue to wander her body. They ran down between her legs, she could feel how wet she'd gotten. Back up again they went.

"You're so sexy," he breathed, running his hands up her thighs again, then back down, his cock growing stiffer.



She continued her dance, trying to convince herself that nothing else mattered but the music as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

"Mmmm... yes, show me those tits whore," he said as the straps slid down her arms and she let it fall to the floor. "Let me suck on them, bring them to my mouth."



Raising her arms over her head, to give him the best view, she leaned towards him. His hands moved up her body again, but instead of taking the offered nipple into his mouth, he pulled her down and kissed her hungrily.

The dance forgotten, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her willing mouth, his hands on her breasts, cupping, fondling. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipples.



She ran her fingers through his hair and he kissed her harder, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She loved it, and hated herself for letting this happen again, but knew that not only was she not going to fight him more tonight, but that she didn't want to.

Matt pulled back from the kiss. A little out of breath, she looked at him.

"Now the panties, Susan," he whispered a little hoarsely, then a little louder, "We're going to fuck and then, you are going to go home."

"Fast or slow?" she breathed in his ear, meaning the panties.

"Fast," he replied. No more dancing, no more games tonight. He couldn't wait much longer.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and quickly slipped them down and off. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him and he pushed her down on his very ready cock.



"Oh yes, ride me, Susan!"

All the way in, one stroke, and she gasped, not expecting that. She took a moment to get used to it, then started rocking back and forth on him.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up and then down again as he thrust upwards.



She moved up and down on his cock, her breasts nearly in his face. His hands grabbed at them roughly and squeezed hard as she paused to move in small circles around him, then up and down once more. He brought a breast to his mouth and sucked the nipple hard, rolling the other between his fingers. Her head rocked back and she moaned loudly.



Moving a little faster now, she pulled his mouth from her breast and leaned to kiss him. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he slapped her breast. She grunted into his mouth, but didn't cry out.

"Fuck me whore," he groaned. He slapped her breast again.

She moaned at the pain and kissed him again, deeply, moving faster on him now. Feeling him respond under her, she kissed him harder, wanting him to cum for her, in her. She started to slam herself down on him, as he thrust upwards, burying his cock deep inside her. Over and over she impaled herself on his cock.



Leaning back, away from him, she put her hands on his knees behind her. Her pace slowed and she let him watch her fuck him in this new position. He reached for her breasts again and pinched her nipples again, smiling as he enjoyed the view.

She sat up on him again, then rose up, almost off his cock, then fell back on him hard with a cry. Again. And again.



He broke the kiss and spoke to her in a hoarse whisper, "Now make me cum, little slut." Once more she simply moved up and down on him, faster now, meeting his thrusts. She felt him swell inside her, and heard his breath quicken as he groaned loudly.

He fell back against the back of the couch, his hips bucking into her. She felt his cock explode inside her and that sent her over the edge into her own climax. Her own head fell back as she continued to ride him, his cum shooting into her. He grabbed at her breasts, so close to his face once more, and sucked her nipple into his mouth again. His teeth closed around it as she cried out with her orgasm.

One final thrust, and his hands fell away from her. She leaned against his chest, catching her breath.

It then occurred to her then to wonder if there might not be a camera in here as well. She shuddered at the thought.

He cleared his throat, "Susan."

She pushed up, her hands on his chest, to look at him, "Matt?"

"You need to go now." She nodded, and pulled off of him, his shrinking cock falling out with a soft plop.

"Don't try to come here again without my permission." She nodded again, gathering up her clothing, not saying anything.

"I was careless once..." He didn't finish the sentence, he didn't need to. She dressed quickly, understanding the unspoken threat.

Susan went to the door, not speaking, not looking behind her. Outside, she leaned against the door and fought back tears.

She had been so close... so close...

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Great share TS, love the story and pics :)

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Story 8

Ted groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He didn't have to go into work today, but he wasn't particularly motivated to start the day either. He'd gone to bed 46 years old and woke up 47 and felt rather blase about the whole thing. His sex life was practically non existent, his wife gone nearly 10 years, and a single daughter who was getting ready to leave for college.

On any other birthday it would be Emma who'd be waking him up with breakfast in bed, something she'd done every year since she was 12 (and of course she did get better at it as time went on), however this week she was gone, at her college orientation. In many ways he wasn't ready for her to head off to college, but he knew he had to be strong, as she wasn't just giving up being daddy's little princess, but she would have to give up her best friend Bailey too.

Emma and Bailey had lived next to each other their whole lives, but didn't really become friends until the passing of Emma's mother. Over the last 10 years Ted watched as the two girls formed a bond as strong as sisters--it'd even be arranged that if something would have happened to him that Bailey's parents would have taken care of Emma.

But now for the first time since she was 8, Emma and Bailey would be separated, each girl going to the school that was the best for them. But that meant a lonely 47 birthday, and of course no more seeing his daughter's 'BFF' in skimpy summer clothing.

The doorbell rang and Ted sat up, unsure of who would be calling this early in the morning. On a typical day, only the newspaper would arrive by now, but then again this wasn't a typical day. A sigh escaped his lips as he lumbered out of bed, dressed in boxers and a bathrobe and made his way down to the front door.

He opened it and looked out--the paper was there as expected, but also a plan manilla envelope. Looking at the envelope with curiosity he picked that up and forgot about the newspaper, shutting the door before tearing open the envelope.

Once opened, he reached inside and found three things: a stack of pictures, a letter, and a DVD. He set the pictures and the DVD down without looking and unfolded the letter to read it.

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"Mister Ho,

It has come to our attention that you have been without the pleasure of a woman for several years. We are also aware that it is your birthday today, so we are giving you a gift--there is of course a catch. Enclosed with this letter you will find pictures and video of a girl who lives next door named Bailey in some very compromising and personally embarrassing situations.

Since shortly after she turned 18, we have been gathering this material. She is already being blackmailed by us into providing some of the material you'll find on the DVD, and is aware that someday we would take her webcam blackmail and bring it into real life. Today is that day and you'll be the instrument of that blackmail.

So until midnight tonight, when she comes over you will invite her in and then blackmail her into sex. We are aware that you are not working today and she has no plans. You are to take full advantage of the situation, enjoying her however you would want to, mostly in your bedroom in front of your computer, but other places are acceptable too.

We have already gained access to your computer, and would be disappointed to learn if you didn't take advantages of some of the fetishes that you enjoy exploring on the internet. Also because of this, if you don't cooperate, we will plant material on your computer indicating you as the sole blackmailer.

As stated, she knows this is coming, so feel free to show this letter to her. She should be most cooperative at that point.

Remember, we will ruin you if you DO NOT comply."

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Ted stared at the letter in disbelief for several minutes before finally setting it down. He looked over to the stack of pictures and picked it up. He only looked at the top picture and could tell it was from her house, probably from a webcam as the letter described. Bailey sitting in a chair, completely naked, pulling at her nipples. He cringed in embarrassment for the girl he'd watched grow up, but couldn't help but notice the stirring in his boxers.





He looked to the envelope again and saw there was a 4th item inside. Once he fished it out he groaned again, a 100mg Viagra pill wrapped in plastic. He took several deep breaths then sat down, needing time to think, to try and figure things out.

Time passed, perhaps an hour as he tried to reason through the situation in his mind--the DVD and the pictures drawing his glances every once in a while. He was tempted, how could he not be by this girl 29 years younger. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang again and he instantly knew it was Bailey.



He put the manilla envelope over the pile of its contents--save for the letter, and went to the door. As soon as he opened it Bailey yelled out, "Happy Birthday Mister Ho."

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Ted couldn't help but grimace a little at the girl, but he thought for a moment about sending her away before finally saying, "Come in Bailey, and thank you."

Bailey didn't hesitate at all as she entered the house she'd spent quite a bit of her youth in. Ted couldn't help checking her out, in her shorts and tank top, with a bikini as underwear. Bailey was a pale, freckled SYT, who generally wore a lot of sun screen in the summer. As soon as he closed the door she rounded on him with a hug and a smile. "Emma wanted me to give you that hug since she couldn't, and wanted me to make you breakfast."

He cringed a little and looked down at her as she broke the hug. "That's great Bailey, but before you do that, we need to talk."

Bailey couldn't help but notice that he sounded a little odd, and with a look of concern on her face she made her way over to the couch. "Is everything alright Mister Ho?"

She knew she could call him Ted, but her parents had raised her to be respectful of her elders so she'd always addressed him so formally.

"Yeah. I mean, no, not really." He couldn't find the words so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He just handed her the letter.

Ted sat down and watched nervously as the girl read the letter. It seemed to take her a long time, as though she was reading it several times just to make sure. Finally Bailey looked up and said, "I was afraid this would happen."

He was surprised. He doubted that the letter was genuine (even though the pictures were obviously). With a bit of concern he asked, "So what's going on Bailey?"

The teen let out a long sigh. "Well, as you know for my 18 birthday I got a new laptop. Well, it wasn't brand new, my parents couldn't afford one this year. Apparently where ever they got it, someone had already hacked into it. It started out simple, apparently they got pictures of me in my room changing and stuff like that, then one time they got a video from afar of me on my bed masturbating.



"From there the blackmail really started. They made me perform for a video once a week, and every night about 10 minutes before I went to bed I had to pose for a photo in whatever way they wanted. I'm sure the pictures come from those."

She looked hesitant for a moment, wondering where they might be before Ted spoke up. "I only saw the top one Bailey. I haven't looked through them or the DVD either."

The expression on Bailey's face was one of forgiveness. "Thank you Ted for being considerate, but I suppose it won't matter since you're going to get to see and feel a lot more of me than the photos and videos would provide."

Ted was stunned into silence for a moment--'did she really just say that?' he wondered to himself. The fact that she actually used his first name was completely missed by him. "Are you saying you're going to go through with it?"

She stared at her best friend's father with an incredulous look on her face--he was about to stammer in response before she finally said, "Go through with it? I don't see what choice we have? They've threatened to ruin you if you don't, and who knows what they'll do to me if I refuse."

Bailey stood up and looked to the front door. "I'll be back in 10 minutes Ted," she said, heading to the door and exiting the house without waiting for a response.

To say the wait to see if Bailey was returning, or if possibly cops would be knocking on his door was rather agonizing for Ted. On the one hand, he'd watched Bailey grow up from a kid into a very cute young woman. And sure while he'd try to catch glimpses of her body in revealing clothes or swimwear when he could, he never actually thought about fucking the girl.

His front door opened and Bailey returned, now with a backpack in hand she quickly set on the couch. She returned to the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt as well. She looked at Ted and took a deep breath. "So I brought my laptop over--so that way if the blackmailers are paying attention they can see the first bit of things to know we're both cooperating."

She went back to the backpack and reached in, pulling the laptop out and setting it up on the coffee table. The computer sprang back to life as she opened the lid. Ted wasn't sure what instant messaging program it was she opened, but saw her quickly type "We're complying" to someone and hit the send button.

"So how do you want to go about this Ted?" Bailey said. "I know these people, they'll want me naked immediately, but we can either get right to the sex after, or I can still fulfil my promise to Emma and cook you breakfast."

Ted was still stunned at the turn of events. He looked away from the girl and mumbled, "Breakfast."

He didn't look back up until Bailey reached out to his face and brought it to look at her own anger-filled one. "Look Ted, we don't really have a choice here. You think I like that they made you the other target of this scheme of theirs? Not just no, but hell no. Emma's a sister to me, and you're like a second father, and now I'm being forced to fuck you for the rest of the day. This is going to change things between us, and probably make them awkward for a while Ted. But I don't want you implicated in a blackmail scheme, and the last thing I want is all the pictures and video they have getting sent to people I know and care about."

"I know you don't Bailey," was all Ted could reply.

"I just want one favor from you Ted," Bailey said, her expression changing from the angry, ranting face to one a bit more worried and unsure.

"What is it Bailey," he asked tepidly, the change in her expression catching him off guard.

She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly exhaling, a slight waft of the peach lipgloss she was wearing reaching my nose. "From now until I can leave as instructed, please don't see me as Bailey, Emma's best friend and girl you've watched growing up. For the rest of the day I'm just some dumb whore who you've been given to fuck however you want. I know these people, and if you try to take it easy on me because you care, we could both be screwed. So I'm just some girl whose only job is to please you. Can you please do that for me Ted, just forget I'm Bailey and do this right so we won't get in trouble?"

Bailey's voice started to crack at the end--looking more closely Ted could see that she had tears welling up in her eyes. He hated the situation, but he understood what she was asking--to detach her body from the girl he knows. He knew there could be only one response.

"For you Bailey, I will."

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Bailey stepped back, a faint hint of a smile on her face--possibly the last he'd see for a while. She looked right at Ted and said, "So sir, would you like me to strip, or do you have some other idea for getting me naked?"

Ted closed his eyes. He promised Bailey that he would ignore that she was his daughter's BFF, and that was what he was going to do. He knew she was scared of these blackmailers, so he was going to uphold his end of the deal. After all, he'd hardly gotten any over the last 10 years, might as well try to enjoy this one shot at a day filled with carnal pleasure.

"Kick off your flip-flops and come over here and kneel before me, hands over your head."

For just the slightest second he saw Bailey's face betray a sense of surprise--then perhaps one final smile that he was indeed doing as promised before he saw her kick off her flip-flops and move closer to him. Bailey did as ordered, kneeling before him and putting her hands over her head.

Ted's hands reached under the tanktop she wore and just felt her belly for a moment. In most ways Bailey was your average teenage girl--she was skinny, but without tone or definition. He knew from seeing her in a bikini before that she had just the right amount of babyfat left for his taste and now he was getting to feel it. His hands squeezed a little bit, feeling how her muscles were just barely below the surface, but enjoying the softness of her skin provided by her lack of well-defined abs.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he ran his hands over the soft flesh before finally dragging his hands upward. He enjoyed feeling her sides, only brought back to reality by a slight giggle from her--apparently she was quite ticklish. He opened his eyes to watch as he adjusted his hands to grab the tanktop and pull it up over her head and off her body.

Bailey's bikini top was one he'd seen her wear before--black with strings tying behind her back and her neck. Ted had to debate for a moment how he wanted to reveal her breasts. Finally his hands reached out toward her side and slid underneath the fabric of the bikini top, gripping her firm breasts from the side and pulling them out of the top.

Gazing them finished making him hard. He'd always seen her breasts in bikini tops and got quite an eyeful of skin, but having them completely exposed, seeing how pale pink and tiny her nipples were as opposed to only hints. He kept his hands gripping them, feeling how they perfectly fit his hands. Ted couldn't help himself as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to gasp.

"I take it you like having your nipples played with Bai..." He stopped, remembering the deal. "Slut?" he changed the word to.

She nodded to him and he grinned. "Excellent. Reach back and untie your top, then put your hands behind your head."

Ted continued to squeeze her young breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs while Bailey worked to remove her top. He still hated that he was being forced into this, but he was starting to see the perks of just rolling with it and doing as he'd been told.

When she was done untying the bikini top it fell onto the ground and she placed her hands behind her head, pushing her firm and perky breasts out. Ted removed his hands at that point to just gaze at the fleshy orbs in all their glory, a tad surprised at how far her nipples were sticking out now that they were hard.

He knew he could just stare at her tits for hours, but there was plenty more to unwrap and experience. "Stand up slut," he barked, falling a bit more naturally into the dominant role the more he felt and saw the 18-year-old.

Bailey stood up, her face betraying no reaction--she was obviously not considering this to be as if she were a lover, but seemed to be taking it solely as something that needed to be done. He reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and tugging them down her legs, revealing the matching black bikini bottoms he had expected to see. The girl naturally stepped out of the shorts once they were on the ground and kicked them aside.

Giving into the temptation became much easier for him now that only a little bit of fabric stood between him and seeing this soon-to-be college girl completely naked. He looked at the string ties on the side of her bikini and knew exactly how he wanted to do it.

"Alright slut, I want you to turn around and bend over, hands on the coffee table and spread your legs."



To her credit she complied without batting an eyelash, turning around and spreading her legs to either side of his before bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table--her ass in his face. Ted wasted no time in reaching out and untying the right string--the bikini bottoms falling open to reveal most of her right buttcheek. Even though he knew she was pale, he was still surprised by the difference in skin color from her legs to her ass, and suddenly found it a bit weird he didn't see that with her tits.

He wasted no time in undoing the other tie and letting the bikini bottoms fall to the floor. Ted's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as Bailey's most intimate of intimates were on display a mere foot from his face. Sure, he'd seen plenty of teenage pussy lately watching porn, but to have it right before his eyes was something he hadn't experienced since he was a teenager himself.

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Almost instinctively his hands reached up to grab her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks so that nothing was hidden from him. In Ted's mind he cursed himself for not having a photographic memory as he studied every detail he could. He couldn't help but smile as he realized he missed the very subtle transition between normal skin and her outer labia--he would have missed it entirely if her inner lips weren't so prominent. His eyes lingered over every wrinkle and fold of the soft pink flesh as though he were looking for a flaw--the closest thing he found was the realization that the way her pussy naturally splayed open as he held her separated meant that Bailey was no virgin.

Ted really couldn't help himself as his right hand released it's grip on her right cheek and his fingers drifted over--his curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know if this was a turn-on for her as much as it was for him. If Ted thought his cock couldn't get any harder he discovered that he was wrong as his probing of her velvety opening by his index finger yielded that Bailey certainly was wet.





It took a lot of willpower for him to not just take her then and there, but his hand reached back up to spread her once more as he leaned forward, burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. Ted knew if he dropped dead this instant he'd die the happiest man in the world, but there was so much more to experience even in just this one day.



He finally leaned back and let go of her. Trying to push the fact out that this girl was like a second daughter he said, "Have a seat slut."

Bailey did as she was told, sitting down on the coffee table instead of a chair--it was the only way she could properly face him.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer honestly," he told her. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, "No sir."

"Have you ever given head?"

"Several times sir."

"What about received it?"

"No sir, never."

He was a little surprised, but he continued on. "What's the oldest guy you've been with?"

"Twenty."

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

This was Bailey's first hesitation on a question, but the girl just took a deep breath and said, "No sir."

A rather large grin overtook Ted's face now--anal sex videos were one of those things that the blackmailers were probably talking about with his proclivities. His former wife was a rather vanilla woman, something he wouldn't have changed for anything, but in his older age he definitely found a desire to explore more taboo ideas.

"I think it's time for breakfast," he suddenly blurted out again.

The teenager stood up and nodded, looking at the laptop for a moment before making her way to the kitchen. "Why don't you sit at the table and I'll get to work," she suggested.