Blackmail

[JEMMA]

Four years later

Becky was bitter. After Michael had come home, she was surprised to learn he held the ultimate card over her head. She couldn't blackmail Karen anymore. Karen didn't like lesbian acts. Karen doesn't like women period. He said it so definitive that it broke Becky's heart.

He had gotten hitch with the lovely girl and had a slave at his beck and call. He was successful. And he had gotten to her the same way she did Karen. He blackmailed her with a photo of her going naked for a whole day at a place where most would get arrested for public indecency. Poor naïve her that thought she could beat Michael with a poorly made blackmail.

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Story 3

Christy slid thankfully into the pool. It had been a long week and she needed the break to just detox and unwind. Junior year of pre-law/political science, head of the student activities budget panel and founder of the student-run soup kitchen looked good on the resume but they really took everything she had to juggle it all.

She wondered if things would be easier, down the line, or just as hard. She had her life all mapped out; from ADA to DA to judge to Senator. Who knows, she might even become President some day. She'd just have to figure out that fine balance between femininity and discipline that had finally brought Hillary Clinton down. A few tears and she was an emotional wreck but before then she was frigid and inhuman? Fortunately, Christen had a couple of decades to work that part out.

The spot she'd discovered was the perfect place to sooth the tension out of her body. Deep in the forest by the college, there was a Geo-thermal hot-spring. Somehow, a tiny meandering stream had found its way over the small cliff that bordered one side and into the same pool. As a result, one side held the chilled water of the brook while the other steamed from the spring.



Sometimes, Christy would brace herself with a shower from the waterfall and then jump over to the hot side. Other times, she would lounge in the steaming heat and let her troubles boil away. Other times, like today, she would relax on the shelf just inside the pool and enjoy the conflicting temperatures on either side.

Christy's arm dropped from the side of the pool as her hand slipped under the water. The spring wasn't the only thing to provide heat. Although he droned on and on, Professor Masculine was difficult to watch and not fantasize about. Men who looked that good shouldn't be teachers. Their mere presence distracted female students too much for retention, particularly when the subject was so boring!






If not for the warm spring temperatures, she could have blamed her diamond hard nipples on the weather. As it was, she knew the real problem was how long it had been since she'd been with a guy. A guy who wanted to go into politics could do whatever he wanted in his youth. Bill had inhaled and Dubai hadn't even bothered to deny his partying. A woman, however, would be instantly labeled promiscuous and hedonistic.

In the absolute solitude of nature, however, she could at least pretend. Her hand slid beneath the water. She didn't imagine anyone specific, as her hand slid across her trim stomach. Better to let the anonymous man of her dreams form into reality. It was his hand that reached up to pluck at her nipple, while the other gently sought access between her tightly closed legs.



Christy relaxed further and spread her legs slightly. The tips of her fingers brushed against the already swollen bud of her clit and elicited a moan of relief. Electricity seemed to jump straight from her groin to her breast in a circuit of pure pleasure.

Her fingers began to flicker back and forth. Sensitivity increased with each twitch. Once fully aroused, she switched tactics and began to press harder. Instead of flicks, her ministrations became a slow massage that pressed her swollen clit and excited the nerves deeper in her core.

Her breath began to catch. She had to fight the instinct to roll her hips into the motion. She wanted the pleasure to build slowly. There never seemed to be enough time to escape out here. She had to make it last. Unfortunately, her body remembered how long it had been just as surely as her mind did and had other ideas.



It seemed like she lost control over her own fingers. Before she knew it, her pace had crept from leisurely to frantic as her hand swirled circles around the base of, and occasionally across, her clit. She tried to slow herself down only to run afoul of a pulse of pleasure that ripped a loud, heartfelt moan from her lips.

Christy leaned her head back. Her body shook with the need so quickly built within her. Somehow, the tempo never faltered. Her own sure hands continued to pluck and grind and build her interest and excitement. The pressure that began between her hips built and spread until it consumed her entire frame. Fire seemed to burn in her veins, unaffected by the misty splash of chilled water from the fall.



Pleasure began to spill over as the first hints of orgasm crashed through her. Without missing a beat, two fingers dove farther between her legs. Her palm continued to caress her flaming mound but it was almost incidental to the joy that her fingers drove deep inside. They fought against the spasming muscles and spread her wide, even as they traced out the most sensitive spots buried within her core.

Fingers might not be as good as the real thing, but they were a decent substitute. Tears sprang to her eyes with the joy of release after too long cooped up by roommates and classes and responsibilities. She allowed her moans free reign to wander the thick forest as she called out her wonder.

Too soon, the sensations began to subside. She could never keep herself going long enough, it seemed. Her hands shook and broke the perfect rhythm. Her muscles went lax and could not drive as hard or as deep. Even her mind became accustomed to the lessening degree of pleasure.



Christy slumped back against the edge of the pool. Her limbs drifted in the water, as boneless as some sort of aquatic plant. Her head lolled lazily against the grass and she stared up at the puffy clouds high above. Eventually, she would have to get back to her programmed future and the stress it entailed. Until the alarm on her watch blared, she could simply relax and let the world drift by, safe in her solitude.

[cordycep]

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[JEMMA]

"Fucking bastard asshole of a shithead!"

Christy stared down at the envelope in her hands in disbelief. She knew she could get in trouble if the wrong people heard her talk like that, or worse, recorded it, but it didn't exactly matter to her at that moment. The torrent of curses wanted to stream out of her at an unbelievable rate and only a sheer force of willpower kept it in check.

Classes were over for the day, so she'd decided to hop by the Union Building to check her mail and grab a bite to eat. Food was now the last thing on her mind. She flipped the manilla envelope over and glared at the neat penmanship that spelled out her name and box number. She had to respect the intelligent mind that produced such diligent letters even if she condemned it to the lowest levels of Hell for all eternity.

Christy clutched the envelope tightly to her breast and scurried out of the way of the other students anxious to check their mail. It didn't take long to find a relatively secluded corner to press herself into. She kept the envelope close to her body as she pulled out the note and accompanying pictures.

The note had been typed. It was probably from one of the computers in the lab. The information on it was sparse and to the point. Meet the mysterious sender at a specific booth in the corner of one of the restaurants on campus that catered to those who preferred to avoid the cafeterias. Just to make sure she complied, there were three accompanying eight-by-ten glossies.

The quality of the pictures was really quite remarkable. If she didn't know better, she would have thought they came from a professional shoot with the photographer only a few feet away. As it was, she hadn't even seen the camera.

The first picture had been taken while she stripped for the pool. Whoever had taken it had gotten lucky. Although the pose screamed of a candid shot, the quality suggested that it had actually been a carefully scripted scene designed to look off-the-cuff. Even the moment she'd been frozen in had that pin-up feel; her pants just below her butt as she bent over to take them off, the cleft of her ass and groin in primary focus but with her breasts clearly visible in soft focus to one side.



There'd been more than one person who'd questioned her desire to get into politics. They'd insisted that she had the looks to model. She'd always assumed they were just out to get in her pants and flattery was the best method available. Unfortunately, the photos in her hand belied that theory.

The next picture had been taken just after the first. As part of her ritual of escapism, she used the waterfall as a quick shower. It helped to relax her, almost as if some ritual of purification and cleansing, before she sank into the pool.



Once more, her back was to the camera. This time, she was completely naked, her firm, round, ass exposed to the world. Her hands were tangled in her hair as she worked the water through it and tried to pick out a knot. The position of her arms allowed a hint of her bare breasts to peek around the sides of her body. The clincher was the way her head was turned. Although her eyes were closed, it gave the impression she played to the camera.

There should have been no question that she was unaware of the photographer in the case of the third picture. No one could possibly believe that she would have allowed herself to have her picture taken while she masturbated. Unfortunately, there were plenty more than enough women out there who did just that. For the right price, or maybe just the cajoling of an especially charismatic artist, some people would do anything.

Ripples in the water prevented a clear image of her hand's actions. Despite that fact, there could be little doubt what the picture portrayed. The blissful expression on her face, the slightly parted lips and round mouth, the way her head lolled back, all spoke of a woman in the middle of orgasm. The fact that her fingers pinched at her large, pert, nipple was almost excessive.

Christy knew what the pictures and note meant. She could not afford to allow them to get out there. Never mind her dream of politics, she'd have difficulties being taken seriously as a lawyer, much less a judge, with these in public. Her rivals would find them and make certain to spread them around, discreetly, in order to discredit her. There was no choice but to see what the photographer wanted.



It was always possible that she'd gotten lucky and managed to pick up her mail just before the appointed time. Unfortunately, she suspected that the person who sent them to her knew her routine well enough to time it properly. Enough time had been built into the window that she wouldn't have had to worry if something had distracted her but otherwise it left her the opportunity to immediately take care of the situation.

No, there was little doubt in Christy's mind that the blackmailer knew her very well indeed. While it was possible that someone had stumbled upon her as she relaxed in supposed solitude, the likelihood that they had quality camera along with them was vanishingly thin. Even if both of those were taken as a coincidence, that same person had to have researched her to find out who she was and where to send the photos.

She suspected that it was a male, though she couldn't absolutely rule out the possibility that it was a woman. Something about the choice of pictures suggested that her voyeur had intimately appreciated the view. Those could have been the best out of a large number of hastily snapped shots but they had been chosen for erotic content as much as artistic quality.

Christy's head swiveled as she walked into the dimly lit basement restaurant. It wasn't all that crowded, yet, which was good. It meant that there weren't very many people around who might accidentally discover the situation. Unfortunately, it was public enough that she couldn't simply murder her tormentor and hide the body. That particular plan might not be terribly practical but it had a certain visceral appeal given her current mood.

As expected, there was a young man at the table specified by the note. The open textbook in front of him and half-eaten burger off to one side suggested that he'd decided to take in a meal while continuing his studies. That certainly would explain why he'd chosen to avoid the cafeteria. They were always noisy, regardless of the time of day.

Christy hadn't decided how she wanted to handle this. She wasn't sure if a particular approach might be more or less likely to get the pictures posted on the web. She wanted to go right up to the table, slam down the envelope, and demand to know what he thought he was doing. If the table had already been occupied when her blackmailer had arrived, however, it might not even be the right person. Then she'd have to figure out a way to explain herself to a stranger without revealing the photos she already had.

In the end, she sidled over to the booth and stood quietly at the end. When it became clear he either wasn't likely to notice her or would continue to pretend not to, she cleared her throat slightly and spoke up. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

His eyes never left the book in front of him. A quiet grunt accompanied the smallest wave of his hand in the direction of the opposite side of the table. She took that to be acquiescence and slid into the booth.

She studied him as intently as he seemed to be engrossed in his book. He seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't place him. Even on the smallest of college campuses there were always people who you didn't run into. And even the largest of universities had places where all of the students passed through at least a couple of times a week.

He wasn't bad looking. The short-sleeved polo shirt showed arms that were fit, if not overly muscled. He had a strong jaw, smooth even features and bright blue eyes. His short brown hair spiked off at odd angles in a manner that suggested slightly disheveled but not in a disorganized way that automatically suggested mental instability.

In short, he was a man who would look good for the cameras. It was something Christy instinctively noticed. As little as she liked the truth, she had long since begun to judge people by first appearances. Her political career would need to be marked by appearances with her family in order to impress those values on her. The man who stood by her side would need to be photogenic.

His choice of studies was interesting. The textbook seemed to be something from theatrical history. If he was the one who'd taken the photographs, it would make sense. He clearly had plenty of artistic abilities. Though she admitted that he didn't look like most of the art majors. Most gloried in the subcultures. He would look downright conservative mixed in with that crowd.

"I take it you got my message?"

[JEMMA]

The young man's voice was quiet enough that none beyond the booth would hear but solid enough to exude confidence. Christy envied him that. It spoke of a natural charisma that she had to work to achieve. Not for the first time, she wondered what he could need with the photos.

"I did." Christy replied, setting the envelope on the table.

He finally looked up from the book. After a glance at the envelope, he returned to his book, carefully marked the page he was on then closed it. When his eyes finally came up to meet hers, she felt a spark jolt through her body. If just a look in his eyes caused that, she definitely needed to be jealous of his charisma.



"What do you want?" Christy quickly blurted, uncomfortable with how the strange scene was already headed. "And how can I be sure, if you get it, that the pictures won't get out anyway?"

"I'll answer the second question first." He replied. Even his voice was perfect. The baritone sounds rolled off of his tongue and seemed to nestle within her body in a relaxing massage. If not for the situation, she would have loved to hear him speak for hours.

"They really are works of art. The expression of pure human emotion coupled with the perfection of the human body. They could easily be hung in the finest museums and no one would think twice. No one would dare call them filth or pornographic, despite the erotic content.

"I took the pictures with an old fashioned camera. Loathe as I am to give them up, you'll have the negatives and every copy of the pictures. I haven't scanned them, yet, so you wouldn't need to fear that, should you get them."

"What do you want?" Christy growled. Even the man's charm wasn't enough to remove the edge of anger, frustration and worry from her tone. She could imagine any number of things that he might demand and few of them were good. After all, if his motivation was positive, why would he resort to such underhanded tactics?

"Simple." He immediately replied. "I'd like a date, of sorts. Just the one and afterward, you'll have the envelope with the pictures and the negatives."



Christy didn't bother to ask what the catch was. Her imagination was more than up to the task for that, particularly in light of what he'd already seen. It wasn't often that a voyeur got a chance to actually indulge in his fantasies.

"I imagine you have something specific in mind? That we can't just get this out of the way now?"

The smile he offered her was genuine and friendly. Christy cursed her traitor body. Not only had it gotten her into this mess with its demands but it now responded to the evil bastard on the other side of the table. The warmth that nestled between her legs she could ignore but the way a simple smile caused her heart to flutter was absolutely unacceptable.

"You are correct. I do have something specific in mind." He confirmed. "Besides, we couldn't get it out of the way now since you have a funding committee meeting to attend and I, alas, am otherwise occupied. I can give you a call, later, to fill you in on the specifics, however."

It was clearly a dismissal. Christy angrily scooped up the envelope as she stood up. She would burn them at the first possible chance but until then they weren't leaving her sight. After another brief glare at the handsome young man, she turned to storm off. Her theatrical exit was ruined by his voice.

"Christy." She turned and glared at him once more. "I thought you might like to know, my name is David, by the way."



Christy cursed the blush that crept across her face. She'd never thought to ask. She hadn't even thought he be willing to offer it. He was, after all, exerting criminal influence over her. At the same time, all he'd asked for was a date, even if she was fairly certain it wasn't going to be for dinner and a movie.

She nodded, to show she'd heard and understood, then stormed off. Unconcerned, he'd already returned to his studies.

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[MrZage]

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[JEMMA]

It was strange. This wasn't even close to what Christy had envisioned when Dave had demanded a date. The obvious expectations had been a quick meeting somewhere, maybe for coffee, and then a return to his apartment. After all, with the photos still in his possession, he didn't exactly need to wine and dine her in order to get anything he wanted.

Once there, she expected to play submissive to him. The kinkiest fetishes had sprung to mind. All the while, she would be demeaned while he used her as his personal slave. Her only real hope had been that she would have been able to convince him to use a condom.

What Christy hadn't expected was a weekend getaway. She'd tried to protest that she was too busy for any such thing but he had insisted. He'd also pointed out that not only was it close enough to the end of the semester that there would be little activity beyond the term-long projects, which he was correctly certain she had already finished.

The clincher was that he had realized how much she needed to get away and rest. She'd found it difficult to believe that she'd have very much of a chance to truly relax, much less rest, during their weekend together. Even if he didn't fill her time with his perverse demands, the constant worry over whether or not he would fulfill his end of the bargain would remain over her head.

She'd packed for it as he'd 'suggested'. She had a bathing-suit and a couple of outfits suitable for a rough, casual, weekend. Whatever he'd packed had been in the trunk when he'd arrived at her apartment so it wasn't until they reached their destination that she understood the nature of their "sort of" date.

Christy hadn't expected to be outdoors. When they parked at a small lot in the middle of nowhere, she'd had vague concerns that she would end up a statistic, vanished in the middle of the woods. To her surprise, he'd suggested that she call a friend and let them know roughly where they'd be and what they'd be up to. While she made the call, he'd put on a hiking backpack loaded with camping supplies.

There was little surprise that he only had one tent. What did shock her was that he'd thoughtfully provided a second sleeping-bag. If he expected them to sleep together, he'd at least provided the illusion that she would have a choice.

The sight he'd chosen was beautiful! There was a cliff just beyond the trees that surrounded a small clearing. A lake spread out from the base in every direction. While a narrow path led straight from their camping spot to the water, there was even a rope tied to a large tree for anyone adventurous enough to dive.

Once the camp had been set, Dave had proceeded to make them lunch. He was a surprisingly good cook, considering the relative lack of amenities. It wasn't exactly five-star cuisine but it was hearty, with a subtle blend of spices that worked well with the primitive nature of the fire. During the meal, and after, he'd talked amicably and slowly drawn her into the conversation.

When he'd suggested they go for a swim, Christy had been certain he would begin with his demands. He hadn't once hinted, on the car ride or throughout the meal, at the method in which he'd obtained the date. Not once had he made a demand. Even his suggestions had been couched in such a manner that she had felt she could honestly refuse.

Not that she'd felt the need. Everything he'd planned, so far, had been in accord with something she would do with friends, much less on a date. Christy had found it harder and harder to begrudge him the method he'd used to get her out there. Aside from some, apparently unfounded, fear and anxiety, he hadn't hurt her in any way.

Maybe he just hadn't felt confident that she would accept a more legitimate proposition. He probably wasn't wrong, either. After all, even with the that of blackmail hanging over her head, she'd resisted. In the end, however, it seemed the outing really was exactly what she needed.

The swim had been refreshing. The water was cool but not beyond tolerance. The heat in the air had caused a slight mist to rise from the lake that added to the fantastical atmosphere of the day.

If he'd sent quite a bit more than an admiring glance or two at her two-piece bikini, that was only fair. After all, she'd openly admired the way he filled out his trunks. Nor had she missed the smooth muscles of his stomach and chest.

David, in fact, had left the water quite a bit before Christy did. She'd been impressed that he hadn't made a single move and wondered what had caused him to leave when she noticed the sky had begun to darken. She slipped out of the water and only halfway up the path she heard the crackle of a fire in answer to her unspoken question.

The fire was inspired. She didn't know if he had brought a towel, but she certainly hadn't thought about it. When she packed, she'd expected he would take her to some secluded pool, maybe even in the backyard of a house. There had been little doubt in her mind that there would be towels available anywhere they went swimming.

Christy took a seat by the fire while he put the finishing touches on dinner. The night air had cooled quickly but the delicious warmth of the flames kept it at bay. Soon after, another remarkable meal was in her hands and then stomach. Meanwhile, they continued to discuss any variety of subjects.

The most remarkable thing, however, was the amount that the two had in common. True, he had a minor in performing arts but he shared her poly-sci major. Although he was a year older than she was, and about to graduate, they'd actually had a few classes together. That had been the reason he'd looked familiar when she first regarded him.

"...don't get me wrong, I have to respect your path." Dave said during a discussion about their respective futures. "You have dedication and drive. The slow, steady, route is almost guaranteed to get you into office. Only some truly random tragedy could possibly block you.

"Even if it does, however, you still have the legal aspect to fall back on. As a lawmaker, you could just as easily switch tracks and shoot for the Supreme Court. It's admirable, really. Whereas I, on the other hand, will rely entirely on charisma and an ability to read and play crowds in order to get elected. Quicker but much less certain."

Christy nodded, as she thought it over. She knew plenty of mountebanks in office. They were the ones who promised anything, or worse still spouted nothing but rhetoric, in order to get elected. It bothered her a little that he not only admitted to being one of them but seemed proud of it. Of course, the method he'd chosen to get her there didn't speak any more highly of his ethics.

Christy forced back that dark cloud of thought. He'd been nothing but nice to her the entire day. He'd brought her to a beautiful expanse of nature. He'd cooked her not one but two meals. He'd forced her to relax when she wouldn't have allowed her sparse friends to drag her away from what she perceived as the entirety of her world; her future.

He'd also just said something that she'd missed. "Sorry. Lost in a train of thought. What was that?"

[JEMMA]

Dave smiled that groin-clenching smile of his and waved a hand to indicate her inattention wasn't a problem. "I asked if you were still wet from swimming. You were shivering a little."



The question confused Christy for a moment. Despite the cooling air, she wasn't even remotely cold. The warmth of the fire soaked into her body. She even admitted that the sight across from her, his smooth skin and tight muscles, the delicious bulge in his swimsuit, warmed her from the inside out.

"I'm mostly dry." Christy responded honestly. The stump on which she'd chosen to sit was low enough that she'd been forced to keep her knees locked together or else spread her legs a bit too suggestively wide. She'd chosen the former but that had kept the fire from completely drying the bikini bottoms.

"You should turn around. Let the fire warm up the rest of you."

Christy had begun to move even before she suddenly recognized the subtle edge within his voice. The tone and suggestion all sounded perfectly reasonable but there was no mistake it had been more than simply an idle suggestion. Worse still, she already stood with her back to the fire before she fully realized what had happened.

"You're still too far away for it to effectively warm you up. If you kneel down and bend forward your suit should be dry in minutes." This time, his voice was softer, almost too low to be heard.

Once more, it sounded like a reasonable suggestion. She resisted for a moment, though. What he wanted was pretty clear. From his position, on the other side of the fire, he would have a clear, well lit, view of her ass and crotch. Still, the hint of command had been there. He'd been more than accommodating so far, considering the lengths he could have gone to. Maybe all he wanted was to leer at her.

Much to her surprise, he didn't make a move towards her. She could practically feel his gaze on the white v-shaped bottom, as it hugged her ass, covered her pussy and delved up the front. Still, he seemed content to watch. He even restarted the conversation!



"You really do have to watch yourself more closely than a man would, don't you? Your personal life, I mean. Not just who you date but who you're seen hanging out with."

"Mmmmhmmm." Christy mumbled. She wondered how long she would have to remain in the position. There was no question that it would inspire thoughts of doggy-style for Dave. Hell, it did for her! Together, with the topic of conversation, it reminded her how long it had been since she'd gotten any, much less from behind.

She liked doggy-style. There was something about the way it let her feel like she completely relinquished control to the man. It was something she couldn't afford to do normally. Too many men took it as a sign of dominance and began to think they were more important. That their plans and future was more important.

That particular line of thoughts forced her to notice the warmth that pulsed between her hips. Maybe it was the fire. By now, her bikini would be fully dry. Still, between his subtle command and the delightful, if maddening, heat that pressed against her almost-fully-exposed lust, she wasn't even sure she wanted to move.



"'Family values' are a bit conflicted. On the one hand, a woman in politics has to have a family but at the same time, any wife and mother isn't supposed to put little things like political ambition above her duties at home." Christy responded when he didn't immediately continue the conversation.

"Damn scarlet letter. It takes two to do the deed but it's always the woman who gets blamed and accosted." Dave muttered. Christy wished she could see his face, his reaction. Of course, given that he was a performing arts minor, he could probably school his expression to show whatever he wanted it to.

"How long has it been?"

[JEMMA]

The voice was closer now. The soft baritone sent a shiver up her body that somehow conflicted with, and complimented, the warmth that radiated outward from her core. The contradiction stole her determination and forced honesty from her traitor mouth in a whisper. "Too long."



Her arms were getting tired. That had to be the reason they started shaking. It had nothing to do with the seductive voice so close by.

"Why haven't you simply found a boyfriend? There are plenty in your classes bland enough to keep from being a political threat."

That was the problem. She was still a woman. She wanted the romance, maybe even the adventure of being a conquest. Unfortunately, she couldn't allow herself to succumb to such base concerns. She couldn't even admit to it, except in the safety of her own mind.



Her elbows shook so heavily that they nearly folded on her. She finally relented to the demands of her body and lowered herself to the ground. Her hips remained high in the air but the new position was comfortable. Almost relaxing. If only she could bring herself to relinquish control to other demands of her body.

"I could help, you know." Dave seemed to respond to her very thoughts. The offer so tempting, delivered in that soft silky baritone. "If you wanted me to."

Of course she did! Or, rather, her body did. It wasn't what she wanted at all. She'd been blackmailed into it. He had those pictures and she would do anything to get them.

Even if it meant she had to pretend to like the way his finger had begun to trace little circles on her bare hip. That finger, deliciously cool compared to the inferno of her loins. A heat entirely caused by the fire and not at all by longing!

Just like the pulse that pounded between her legs didn't keep rhythm with those suggestive circles. She wasn't imagining the finger over four inches and a couple of inches down, right where her swollen clit probably revealed itself pressing through the too-thin, too-tight, fabric of her bikini!

No! It was...it was just...Damn! She couldn't think of a legitimate excuse for it. She could barely think at all!

Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to resist the call of her body. He hadn't touched her anywhere inappropriate. He hadn't demanded anything of her. He hadn't ripped the low-cut bikini from her bottom and thrust himself ferociously inside of her.



As much as she tried to resist the fact that she wanted him to, her body spoke of the lie that it was. Her nipples scraped the dirt, as hard as diamonds and as sensitive as a candle flame. The breasts which pressed against the ground felt swollen. Her clit throbbed. Her lips were an inferno, trapped by the moist-once-more bathing-suit.

"please"



The finger stopped moving. The complete lack of sensation tore a whimper from Christy. The soft touch had driven her body and orchestrated her need all out of proportion with the size and nature of the contact. With it gone, it seemed her body had nothing to control her need. What had been uncomfortable moments before instantly became unbearable.

"What did you say, Christy? I couldn't hear you."

"Please." She managed to growl in response. When his finger didn't return, her voice rose and continued to rise with every word she spoke. "Please. Please! I need it. I need you! Have sex with me. Do me! Fuck me!"



Blessedly, the finger returned. With it came the entire hand. His palm cupped her ass. It was a soothing cool balm across her fevered flesh. Its course slid it over those four inches until her entire nether region was covered. The bikini clung painfully to her engorged lust where he pushed against her.

Face and arms on the ground, Christy braced her body against the gentle pressure. She moaned in appreciation of the way his hand sank slightly into the folds of her body. Her thighs quivered with each soft circle his palm moved over her covered skin. The tip of his fingers began to brush against her swollen clit and lightning exploded within her. It was all too much and too little!



"Don't torture me! Just fuck me!" Her voice echoed over the water. The chuckle that rumbled, unseen behind her, caused her muscles to clench.

His fingers curled around the top of her bikini. With every bit of the force that Christy fantasized about, he yanked them down. They dragged across her round ass. The soaked material clung desperately to mounds already pinched by their tight grip. The sudden release, as the bottoms finally fell to her knees, ripped a scream from her lungs and sent a wracking shudder through every nerve.

When the silky hard form nestled against her, Christy knew she was already at the very precipice. When he pushed experimentally against her, short sharp screams began to issue forth. Her body locked, now braced between the thickness between her legs and the ground.



With her knees together on the ground, she was too tight to accommodate him. His flesh forced its way inside of her, aided only by the abundant slickness her needs produced. Her body clutched at him even as he split her wide open. If she could only spread her legs she could handle the intrusion. Of course, the pressure he poured into her body would never have been as great.

With nowhere to go, the overload of sensation that filled her to the brim, exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. Wildfire burst through her veins. Lightning danced across her flesh and grounded itself at her nipples, her clit, and everywhere that the ridged tip of his cock dragged within her body.

Christy screamed and screamed. Her tight cunt prevented him from pounding into her anywhere near as fast as she wanted. What he lacked in speed, he made up for in sheer force. The need to force his way inside of her, with each and every heavenly thrust, caused him to bury himself until their bodies crashed together.



Obscenities, she wasn't even aware she knew, were swept from her lips. Her body had been given leave to surrender to its darkest needs as euphoria washed away the governors created by ambition and societal expectations. She derided him. She taunted him to do more, to pound her raw, to fuck her until she hurt. To cum inside her so hard she could taste it.

Most of all, she screamed his name, liberally intermingled with that of the Lord.

The taunts, the insults, the coarse language inspired him. Each foul word caused him to swell larger. There was no room for him. There had never been enough room for him! Each pounding thrust caused her muscles to tighten even further. Each time his body crushed her tits unto the ground she came to the next level.

Christy didn't remember how it ended. Dirt gritted inside of her mouth. One of her breasts had slipped out of the triangle of fabric and pressed against the cool earth. Her bikini bottom sat across her thighs, a gap beneath its rightful home. Her legs sprawled out behind her rather than beneath her.

She expected her inner thighs to be sticky. There was no question, however, why those spots trailed up her back, across her neck and clumped in her hair. If not for the thick drip that seeped out of her, and lay pooled within the cup of her bikini, she would have praised him for pulling out. As it was, he'd cum inside of her, over and over if she remembered right, only to pull out afterward and bath her in even more.

For all she could remember, he'd done it multiple times. Surely there was too much for just one session. At least it was only dirt in her mouth. The way she'd lost control, she wouldn't have been surprised to discover that she'd fantasized about deep-throating. After all, her body had been given license to dredge up the darkest secrets of her subconscious.

Christy moaned. Although sore, at least her body had kept them well lubricated enough that she wasn't scraped raw. A soft chuckle sounded nearby, invisible in the dying firelight.

"Are we done, or do you have more yet?"

This time, it was a groan that escaped Christy. Her newly-freed subconscious flashed images of taking the thick cock, which she still had yet to actually see, in her mouth and milking him until he pierced her throat and poured himself down. The image itself almost caused her to gag in sympathetic response. Unfortunately, it also sparked a hint of the heat deep within her core.

"We don't have a shower out here. We should probably go for a swim to clean off."

More inappropriate visions flashed before her eyes before she managed to push them away. She rolled over onto her back and looked up, still too exhausted to do much more. Through the breaks in the trees, the full moon shone brightly. Hours had passed!

She carefully pulled up her swimsuit. She could feel his seed slosh and slip against her but she ignored it. He'd poured even more directly inside of her. If she was going to get pregnant, the extra that leaked through from her clothes wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference.



Finally, she managed to pull herself upright. She couldn't look at him in her embarrassment. Instead, she silently headed for the path to the lake. She needed to feel clean, though she doubted there was enough water in the world.

[JEMMA]

He hadn't tried anything else that night. The next morning, after a pittance of sleep, he'd offered to drive her home and she'd jumped at the opportunity. True to his word, as she stepped out of the car, he handed over an envelope with all the pictures and negatives. As soon as she could get away, she'd returned to the scenic campsite and used the very same fire-pit that had gotten her deeper into trouble to burn the entire batch. It wasn't as cathartic as she had hoped.

Over the next couple of weeks, Christy couldn't help but notice him around campus. Every time she spotted him, he had that same look on his face, before she averted her eyes in shame and embarrassment. He had that smirk of a man who knew her every, darkest, secret. That look burned away any hint of compassion she might have felt, even as it drove the embarrassment deeper into her psyche. Too bad her body continued to seize with expectation each and every time.

At least the test had proved she wasn't knocked up. That would have been a major setback in her ambitions.

Graduation wasn't far away. Soon enough, he would be gone and she would never have to see him again. She'd never have to think about that night again. She certainly wouldn't fantasize about it the next time her body's demands overwhelmed her and drove her to her private hot-water-spring in the woods. No. She also wouldn't imagine that he was out there, among the bushes and trees, ready to jump out and force open her deepest inhibitions even as his strong arms fought to spread her legs.

The conflict raged inside of her. Even as she tried to study, she still found her mind wandering back to that night and wondering exactly what he'd done to make her body so insistent for him. A part of her needed to know what she had screamed out for him to do to her. It burned that she didn't know if he'd done as she begged him to do.

A hand reached over Christy's shoulder and slapped the mute button on her laptop. Her back was to the corner of the study area, so she should have seen someone sneak up on her. Unfortunately, her mind had once more wandered into forbidden territory. Now the hand reached down and slid a flash drive into the USB port of her computer.

Christy's body clenched with recognition. It suggested that the smooth way the foreign drive had been thrust into her computer was only natural. After all, it recognized, before her mind did, it was David who had intruded, once more, on her solitude.

His face was inches next to hers as he leaned over and began to manipulate the touch-pad. Her mind caught his intimate scent and immediately conjured up the salty tang of his lust. She could almost feel it as it congealed between her swollen lips and across her exposed back.

A double click on a file and a video popped up. It took only a second to load and then her eyes widened in horror. Her body's reaction had been bad enough with vaguely remembered fantasies of what he'd done to her. To see it in vivid color on her high-def screen caused her traitor body to begin to seep its need in public.

He'd known exactly where the camera was, of course. His body position and the flickering light from the fire prevented any usable identification of him. Christy's face, turned directly towards the camera and smashed into the dirt, could not be mistaken. Although the sound was turned off, the expression on her face and the steady movement of her lips suggested a screamed litany of profanity.

His plan came clear to her in twenty-twenty hindsight. Of course he'd been nice to her. He'd needed it to look like a seduction, at best. The way it had turned out, she could see people believing she'd seduced him. Worse still, there was no way she could reveal the truth. He'd set her up to destroy the only evidence that he'd blackmailed her into her actions. It would be her word against his and if a picture was worth a thousand words, this video would be irrefutable!

David allowed the scene to play for a few more seconds. It was long enough for her to know he'd caught every sordid detail on digital. If the still photos had been bad enough, a full video porn would ruin even her judicial hopes. He'd even selected the moment perfectly to demonstrate how he pulled out of her and shot his load into her exposed pussy, down her leg and into her bikini, and then finally up her back and into her hair. She hadn't realized, until that very moment, that she'd even turned her head in a desperate attempt to catch some in her mouth!

Christy's entire body deflated as the video looped back to the beginning of the deprivations.

"In a minute, you're going to sneak away to the student activities equipment locker, where you'll finally get your chance to drink up what you missed that night." The seductive voice was soft enough that no one could hear but her. Even as it promised the end to her personal freedom, her body latched onto it and fed off of the dulcet tones. Even her mouth salivated at the thought of what he had already demanded of her.

"Beyond that," he continued, "we're going to make this little camp-out a monthly event. You seemed to enjoy it so much I don't think you'll be able to wait for the next time. If not, you'll have my number. I'll make sure to schedule you in as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, you're going to continue along your path, just as you planned. Law school, ADA, judge, politics. The only change is that you've now found yourself the man who will take that journey with you. MY path is the short one. By the time you've reached your goal and are ready to step in the ring, I'll already be headed towards retirement. I'll be able to lie back and enjoy whatever time you wrestle out of your schedule to make sure I remain a happy man."

His head shifted slightly so that his lips brushed against her ear. The whisper of breath sent a tingle that raced directly to her groin. Too bad she wasn't the one who was going to be allowed release in a few minutes.

"Do you understand?"

Christy nodded meekly. Whatever, whoever she had been before, she was no longer the confident woman in control of her own life. She was now his to do with as he pleased.

"Good." David whispered with a feral smile. He stood up for a moment. Christy knew it wasn't a mistake that his crotch was very close to her eye level. It let her see how excited he was by her compliance. He even brushed it against her cheek as he started to turn. After a moment he seemed to think better of the whole idea and crouched down next to her once more.

"Oh, and you don't need to bother bringing a napkin. There won't be anything to clean up when you're done." He shrugged. "And if there is, I'll just have you take off your bra. I can wipe myself on your breasts to remind you of the fun for the rest of the day."

With that, he was gone.

Christy whimpered. The worst part was she wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. One part of her, now twisted, psyche wanted to gobble up every drop that he injected straight into her throat. The other craved the embarrassment of wearing her lover's seed through the rest of the day.

There was no longer a single part of her mind that resisted the inevitable.

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[JEMMA]

Story 4

Kate came home after another crappy day at work. Everyone had managed in their own special way to piss her off and it had taken every ounce of her strength to resist going on a murderous rampage. But she decided as soon as she was through her front door she would leave the day behind her and try to relax. She treated herself to a hot, soapy bath, soothing her aching muscles while the candlelight and sweet incense melted the stress of the day away.



She opened herself a bottle of wine seeing as she had the whole weekend ahead of her to recover from her hectic week. She dressed in a black, silky nightgown that barely skimmed her thigh. It had a lace trim across the hem and around the cleavage, and was what she always wore to make herself feel better. She had bought it to wear for her boyfriend of the time two years ago, but they broke up soon after that and she had no one to wear it for since.

Look at you, Kate, she thought to herself, spending your Friday night alone watching crappy TV and dressed like a slut for no reason. 



She decided to distract herself by getting a little drunk. One glass quickly became two, then three. Soon only the dregs of the bottle were left in her glass and her vision was too hazy to focus on the television. She picked her laptop up and switched it on, unsure of her intentions. The last webpage she had searched loaded up. It was a new social networking site she had signed up to. She had only quickly made her own page and hadn't thought much of it. She looked down the left column and saw a "Suggested Contacts" category. There were a few faces she recognised; people from work, a couple of cousins...but then there was one face that caught her attention. Someone she hadn't thought of in years. Richards Creampies, Kate's high school crush. She had obsessed over him in every clichéd way. Her textbooks were covered in doodles of his name. She had practised writing her signature with his surname. She blushed every time they made eye contact.

As she fondly remembered how much of a loser she must have seemed to him, she barely noticed the mouse hover over his picture. In her drunken state she ended up clicking the "Add Contact" button. She froze in horror, he probably wouldn't even remember who she was, and even if he did he would only remember the shy weirdo who stared at him for four years. Luckily, Kate had grown into her looks since school, but before then she was geeky and plain. No one ever looked twice at her. Now she knew how to dress for her slim but slightly curvy figure, making everything tight in the right places rather than swamping her body in baggy clothes like she used to. Her dark hair had grown long and luscious and she often applied self-tan to bring out her big, black eyes.



She was unsure what to do; there was no way to cancel the contact request so he was definitely going to see it. Should she message him explaining her drunken accident so he didn't think she was a complete freak? Or maybe that would make things even more embarrassing? She chuckled to herself and decided not to care. She opened up a new webpage and started looking at new underwear she could buy herself as a treat. There might be no one to see it but it made her feel so much sexier about herself. Even just the thrill of knowing that underneath her sensible office attire was a naughty secret that no one would possibly guess.

Ten minutes passed when she heard an unfamiliar 'ping' noise. It wasn't from the website she was on. She returned to the first page and found a new message in her inbox. Oh God...it was from Creampies. She couldn't help but rekindle some of the old excitement she used to feel, making her giggle like the schoolgirl that had adored him.

With a slight tremor in her hand, she opened the message:

'Well hello there, stranger! Long time no see. Looking good Kate, even cuter than I remembered. How are you?

Creampies

Xxx'

She had to reread the message a few times before she believed what she had read. How did he even remember her? She typed a hasty reply, but ended up waiting a few minutes before sending it to try and not look too eager.

'Hello yourself. Yeah it's been a while...to be honest I'm surprised you remember me! But thank you for the compliment; you're looking great too. Not that there was much room for improvement

K Xxx'

His reply was almost instant.

'Of course I remember! It's so great to be back in touch, I have to admit I've thought of you a fair few times since we left school. I always regretted not taking the time to get to know you better ☹

C Xxx'

They talked for a while longer, combining polite conversation with flirting that rapidly lost it's subtlety. Turns out they both still lived in the same city, only a half hour drive apart. Kate was just about to suggest they meet up before he dropped a bomb. He had a wife.

"Oh, she typed, trying to disguise her disappointment, congratulations on your wedding. I didn't know."

"It isn't going too well..." he replied.

"Sorry to hear that," she lied.

"Thanks, to be honest I don't think we'll be together much longer. I need a change. I need to try something new just to give me the guts to end things."

Kate thought about what he was suggesting. Should she offer herself to a married man? She had been cheated on before and knew how it felt to be so hurt and humiliated. But what harm could it do to an already failing relationship? And she couldn't help but feel she owed it to her high school self.

"Well I'm here if you want help with that..."

"Really? Sounds great to me. I'm getting hard just thinking about it..."

"Sounds fun to me. Making me a little excited too :P"



She could hardly believe she had just sent that message. Dirty talk with a guy she barely knew? It was so unlike her. But she couldn't deny the thrill she got from it.

"I'd like to see. Send me a photo?"

She hesitated for a little, suddenly feeling shy all over again. But she knew she was excited enough --and certainly drunk enough- to do what he asked. She set up the webcam and posed, pushing her tits together with her elbows and giving her best seductive smile. She sent the photo and waited nervously.

"Gorgeous any chance of seeing...a little more? For me?"

She decided just to go for it before she changed her mind. She took off her nightgown, throwing it over her shoulder. She lowered the webcam so that her whole body would fit in the shot. She leaned back in her chair, arching her back so that her breasts were pushed forwards. She spread her legs either side of the chair, placing her hand suggestively close to her pussy.

She sent the photo and his reply came milliseconds later.

"OMG, you have no idea what you're doing to me. You're so hot! Can't wait to get my hands on you now "



They arranged to meet the next day at his place. He said his wife would be out all day, giving them plenty of time. Kate signed off, desperate to get to sleep just to make the time pass so she could get round there. She was so excited she was tempted to touch herself. The images of what Creampies was going to do to her were already driving her crazy. But she decided to save it, knowing it would make the next day even more amazing.

[JEMMA]

Eventually, the time came and she was knocking on his door. She had dressed in a short summery dress, trying to look casual but awarding herself the opportunity to show off her toned, tanned body.

Creampies opened the door and Kate grinned like an idiot. He looked even hotter than he had in school. Tall, big arms, wavy dark hair. He had a crooked smile that was beaming down at her, making her knees weak.

"Good to see you," he grinned. As he kissed her, he pressed himself up against her. He was already hard. It felt huge through his jeans. "Come on in," he added.

She followed him inside where he led her to their living room. His house was gorgeous, all the furniture was sleek and expensive-looking. The only thing that looked odd was the office chair that had been oddly placed in the middle of the room. It didn't match any of the other seating and belonged in a study somewhere. She cast a quizzical look at Creampies but he gestured for her to sit in the chair. She did so and they small talked for a few minutes. But it didn't take long for him to get up from his seat and cross over to her. In one fluid movement he bent down and kissed her hard. His hands were all over her, groping at her breasts, rubbing the material of her underwear. She tried to stand up off the chair so that they could head to a bedroom or at least the sofa, but he kept her pinned down as he kissed and groped her. He roughly pulled her dress over her head and took off her underwear. His clothes stayed on and he still kept her on the seat.

She pulled herself away for a moment's breath.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

He grinned and she noticed he pulled something out of his pocket. Without giving her a second to think he pulled her head forward and grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. She felt a click of metal as he secured the handcuffs he had pulled out his pocket.

"We're going to do things a different way, baby."

Kate was a little startled but still hugely turned on. She had never experienced bondage before and had to admit she liked the intensity. But something told her to be more wary, she barely knew this guy and he had her naked and completely at his mercy.

"Shouldn't we talk about stuff like this first?" she asked.

He crossed the room and opened a cabinet door. "Trust me, if you relax, you'll enjoy yourself," he called as he searched for something in the cupboard. "If you don't," he added as he re-emerged holding some rope, "then tough. This is how you're getting fucked."

Kate tried to relax but knowing she didn't have a choice either way scared her. Creampies got to work tying each of her legs to an arm of the chair, leaving her pussy exposed and her hands pinned behind her back. He then tied her torso to the back of the chair, crossing the ropes so that they tightened around her breasts.

"That's going to get them nice and swollen," he explained, rubbing her left breast roughly, "and a lot more sensitive." Kate pulled against her restraints, testing how much room she had. Everything was fastened securely, she was completely stuck. She was caught in the balance of fear and excitement at the idea of being under Creampies's complete control. He tested this by gently rubbing his finger across her pussy. She groaned at his touch.



"Look at you all wet and ready to go," he said in a slow drawl. "You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

She gasped as he took his finger away.

"I asked you a question, Kate," he said in a much more menacing tone.

"Y-yes. I'm a dirty little slut."

He gave her nipples a quick tug. "You only speak when you're spoken to and you always do as you're told or you get punished. Understand?"

"Yes."

Creampies let out a small chuckle before turning to the doorway on the other side of the living room. "I think she's ready, honey!" he called out.

Honey? Who was he talking to? Instantly a tall, beauty came through the door. She was dressed in a black and red negligee that fastened at little ties all the way down her side. She was carrying a number of toys in her hand, but set them aside as she approached Kate, who only stared in shock.

"What's going on?" Kate eventually managed to ask.

Without warning, the beauty slapped her across the cheek. Creampies chuckled.

"I thought my husband just told you to only speak when you were spoken to?" she said in a commanding voice. Kate fell silent, her face stinging.

"Maybe I should explain a little for you, Kate," said Creampies, still laughing. "I haven't been totally honest with you. I'm not leaving my wife. I lured you here because I promised her a gift for our anniversary. It's her fantasy to have a little slave to play with. And when you added me to your page last night, I thought you would be the perfect candidate. So we're going to have a little trial run. You're going to do everything either Melissa or I tells you. If you don't, we will punish you and force you to do it anyway."



"What, no! Are you cra-?" Kate was interrupted by another slap around the face from Melissa. She gasped in pain and looked up at her. Her bright green eyes were gleaming down at her. A menacing grin crept across her face.

"You just aren't going to play by the rules, are you?" she teased. She went to the pile of toys she had brought through and picked up a ball gag. Kate tried to resist but she could only move her head slightly to either side from the ropes that tied her to the chair. Melissa quickly managed to fasten the gag in Kate's mouth. She tried to protest, but only the tiniest mumble came out.

"We're going to have so much fun together," Melissa said, running her hands all over Kate's body, "but first, I think I should punish you for so willingly coming over here to fuck my husband." Her hand moved down to circle Kate's clit, making her moan against her ball gag.



"And look, you're still wet from thinking about his cock. I'm going to have to teach you not to be such a naughty slut." She turned to Creampies, who was watching them with such strong intensity. "Set the camera up, baby," she said to him.

He got to work hooking up a video camera to a tripod and placing it directly in front of Kate. She screamed and pulled against her restraints but failed to make any kind of significant sound or movement. Melissa laughed at her attempts while she pulled a huge vibrator out of the pile of toys. She attached it to a stand and positioned it against Kate's pussy. When she turned it on, Kate was forced to feel the vibrations against her clit, unable to pull away as both she and the vibrator were fixed in position. Creampies and Melissa stepped back to admire their work.



"Seeing as you're such a horny little bitch," said Melissa, "I'm going to force you to cum. And we're going to film it so the whole world can see how much of a slut you are."

Creampies switched the camera on and they both sat on the sofa behind it, watching as Kate was forced to endure both the undeniable pleasure she was feeling along with the humiliation of being caught on camera. She tried to beg, to say sorry, but she couldn't make an intelligible sound. Creampies and Melissa weren't paying much attention to her anyway. They were passionately kissing behind the camera as Melissa took off his clothes and he ripped off her negligee. When they were both naked they turned to watch Kate once again. Their hands crossed as they touched each other while they watched their slave succumb to her punishment.

Kate was mortified at the idea of orgasming against her will, especially as she was being watched and filmed, but she couldn't resist as the vibrator sent waves of intense pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes to try and forget the humiliation but that only intensified the sensation. Cutting off one sense only made the others stronger. It wasn't long before she had the most overwhelming orgasm she'd ever had. She forgot it was against her will. She forgot she was being forced for the satisfaction of Melissa and Creampies. There wasn't any room left in her head for those worries as her body imploded with ecstasy.



The euphoria was quickly torn away as she felt the vibrator taken away from her, leaving her empty and wanting. She opened her eyes and found Creampies and Melissa standing over her. His eyes were gleaming with excitement; she was smirking, alive with power.

They both began to untie her from the chair. Melissa unclasped the gag and Kate gasped for air but didn't dare say a word.

"Enjoy that baby?" Melissa asked. Kate only glared at her as Creampies leaned her forward to release the handcuffs. He pulled hard on her hair when she didn't answer Melissa.

"Remember the rules, Kate," he warned.

"Yes," she breathed. Melissa grinned smugly and went to switch off the video camera. Kate was struggling to come to terms with what was happening. She was being used and utterly humiliated, but part of her felt reawakened. 

And she wanted more.

Melissa ejected the memory card from the camera and waved it tauntingly at Kate.

"For as long as I hold onto this card, you'll do everything I tell you. If you don't, then I'll make sure everyone who knows you sees it and finds out you came here to fuck another girl's husband. Just do as you're told, Kate, and we'll keep this our dirty little secret."

A knot tightened in Kate as the voice of her conscience tried to make itself heard. You're in deep shit, Kate. Get yourself out of there.



But the other voice, the awakened roar of the devil inside her intrigued her into finding out what was next. For reasons she couldn't explain, the idea of being used, being forced, was exhilarating. She didn't have to care about these people; they sure as hell didn't care about her. She was there to fuck and be fucked.

"Stand up," Melissa ordered. Kate rose to her feet. She swayed slightly, her body rendered limp from the power of her orgasm, her energy drained. Creampies held her in place, a strong hand on each shoulder. Melissa stepped closer to Kate until she was barely over an inch away from her. She could feel the heat from her naked body. Melissa carefully traced her finger up Kate's thigh, feeling the wetness that had trickled down her leg from her orgasm. Kate's knees buckled from her touch, but Creampies held her firmly in place.

"Keep playing with us baby and you could feel this good all the time," Melissa teased. "But you have to earn it. In fact, I think it's our turn to have some of the fun. Seeing you cum that hard is making me jealous." She shared a quick grin with Creampies, who turned Kate around to face him.

"Go upstairs and lie on the bed. Face down, ass up." Kate didn't hesitate for a second and turned towards the stairs, despite the fact that her feeble attempts to walk matched the technique of a newborn foal. Walking around their house naked was a thrill within itself; the cool air clinging to every bare inch of her body, rejuvenating her.

She found the bedroom and did as she was asked- told. She rested her head on her hands and brought her knees up to her chest, arching her back so her ass and pussy were in the air. She had left the lights off, cautious about doing anything that Creampies and Melissa hadn't specifically told her to do, and waited patiently in the darkness.

It wasn't long before they entered the room. Kate didn't dare look up but she could hear them giggling and caressing each other.

"Look at her waiting so patiently for you," Creampies murmured into Melissa's ear.

"I can see her pussy glistening from her," she replied. "I wonder if she thinks we'll let her cum again?"

"That's up to you. But come on, let's put her to work first."

They joined Kate on the bed. Creampies behind her, Melissa by her head, a leg either side and her pussy inches from her face. Creampies slid his throbbing cock into Kate, slowly, but enough to make her moan from the filling she had longed for. Melissa grabbed her hair and lifted her face up off the bed.



"If you want him to keep fucking you, you have to earn it. Show me that you deserve to cum again."

She guided Kate's mouth to her pussy pulled hard on her hair. Kate tentatively grazed her tongue across Melissa's clit, never having tasted another woman before.

Smack!

Kate cried out as Creampies's hand came down again on her arse. The cold air bit at her red-hot skin.

"Eat it like you fucking want it, bitch!"

[maresh]

Nice story TS, plz continue