This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. Although blackmail is used to 'convince' the ladies to engage in sexual activities, I chose not to put this tale in the 'NonConsent/Reluctance' category because none of them are all that reluctant. One of the victims isn't a wife but she will be someday. This story also includes anal sex and Incest so if those bother you please either move to another story or skip those parts.
To my many readers, I apologize for the delay since posting 'Tattoo'. I don't get sick often but I got knocked on my ass by something. Now recovered, family and household obligations took priority over writing more. This one was almost finished (as was Stacy Brown Got Two, Ch 02) before getting ill, just took a while to restart my creative juices.
Hope you think the wait was worth it. To make up for it I decided to post this as a one-off instead of in seven parts. Don't forget to vote!
Ch 01
"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at me as her hand shot out and slapped my face...hard. I had expected it but still she surprised me with the ferocity of it. "GET OUT AND DON'T EVER COME BACK!"
"I don't think you realize what you are saying," I said as I spread the 8x10 photos on the table. "Personally I think I'm giving you a real good deal."
"No way," she said slightly calmer. "No way am I going to give you a blow job, you sick bastard! I don't even do that to my husband! It's nasty AND sinful!"
"I knew it! I was certain he was speaking to you during that sermon where he said god wanted us to enjoy everything that he created, including in the bedroom! And yes you WILL give me a blow job. Several in fact!" That made her gasp while her hand grabbed two of the photos and quickly tore them to shreds. "Pristine, that won't matter. I have them on my hard drive as well as copied onto several photo CDs and one or two memory sticks. But at least you didn't ruin the best one," I said as I picked up one and showed it to her.
"OH MY GOD NOOOOO! You can't show that to anybody, PLEASSSSSSSSSSEE!" she begged to me while her eyes locked onto the photo. Its crisp and clear image showing her gloriously naked body spread wide with the perky choir director's equally nude body between her legs as if just finished putting that look of lust in her eyes.
Hell I KNEW that hadn't happened. That's the trouble with still photos; they leave so much to the imagination about what led up to them, not to mention what happened later. I'm the sports photographer at the local college where I am a freshman. When I sold three of my better pics 6 months ago I splurged on a high end digital SLR and several lenses. I can take photos in the dark that look like there was bright light and my zoom lenses rival many telescopes. Couple that with super fast continuous shooting and my photos can be put together like a movie. But this is just one!
Instead of staying over night with some drinking buddies I headed home only to find my mom's meeting with several of the women from church had gotten a 'little' out of hand. Hell, there were seven drunk and naked women frolicking in our pool and hot tub in our unlit backyard. Nobody knew I was home while I made great use of my photography skills as I captured each of them in some really hot pictures. It had taken me some time to decide which of the photos to use as I blackmailed the preacher's wife, the first one of the party goers that I approached with my scheme.
"Come on, strip down and get to sucking," I demanded, sounding more certain than I really was.
"BASTARD!" she again screamed as SLAP went her hand on my face once more.
"I'm glad you did that," I said giving her pissed off face a look of surprise. "Thanks to that slap you are going to blow me and swallow my load, then I'm going to fuck you hard..."
"Oh god no!"
"...before you swallow that load as well!"
"NO, Russell, I won't...I've never...it would kill my husband if he ever found out! Please be reasonable."
"I AM being reasonable. I only expect you to do this to me twice a month for one year." Once more she gasped as she finally heard what I had told her before the first slap! "Originally I had only wanted the blow jobs but your second slap changed it by adding the fucks as well."
"Don't say that word!"
"Fucking hell woman, I've got your ass where I want it so don't fucking tell me what fucking words I can fucking say, you fuck! Now strip and get to sucking or I'll give a few of these to your husband! Come on, time's wasting."
Pastor Ron, her husband, was fresh out of the seminar when our church hired him last year as our assistant minister. He was actually a pretty good preacher, but I was super horny and needed some way to get more relief than the few dates I managed to get provided to me. When I mentioned him again she started crying as she looked from my face to the twenty or so photos and back several times.
Realizing her plight, she still tried to barter, "Russell, be reasonable. If I really have to I'll give you the blow job and if you must rape me then you'll do that too. But no way will this go on for a year! Only this one time!"