Authors Note: Hello again dear readers! Today I want to introduce you to a new heroine who will be appearing in some of my stories. Her name is Becky, and she is also a lovely submissive that I have met here on the site. After reading several of my stories, she reached out to introduce herself and asked if I would like to use her in a story. Being the gentleman that I am, I of course immediately acquiesced.
This story is a bit unusual for me, though it does cater to several of my own fetishes, but it's primarily a story of blackmail, not bondage-at least not in the usual sense. But this is a fantasy Becky really wanted to see played out on the page and I was happy to help.
There are a lot of blackmail stories in the NC category, and I was a little hesitant to add to them. I don't like feeling that I'm going over well used territory without being able to add something new, so I hope you will find that this story does add to the collective excitement that we as readers (and authors) look for on Literotica.
And Becky would very much like to know what you think as well, so please comment and let us hear from as many of you as possible, what do you think of Becky's story? Do you want to hear more? What do you think should happen to her next (yes, there will be a "next"). As always, thank you so much for choosing to read, favorite and follow. Kitty, Wendy, Anna and now Becky truly appreciate your attention and hope to be around for years to cum!
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Becky's fingers dipped into her spread pussy and sought out her clit, rubbing and stroking across it. As she did so, she stared at David's cock quivering inches from her face. The eighteen-year-old was staring at her with a look of mixed lust and cruelty. Her heart was pounding and her whole body trembled, only partly due to the orgasm she was edging herself towards.
How had she gotten to this point? She was a happily married woman and until today, she had never cheated on her husband. But was this really cheating? It wasn't as if she chose to fuck these people. Becky lifted her eyes and stared at the domineering gaze of Charlotte Rankin, her next-door neighbor. The woman stood tall above her, arms crossed under her full, round breasts and looked down on Becky with a haughty gaze.
"Don't look at me you slut!" She barked. "Focus on those two cocks. That's your whole world right now! Understand?" Becky gasped as her fingers pinched her clit and sent another shudder through her body.
"Yes." She said and brought her eyes back down to the thick cock with the wide, purpling head now barely an inch from her mouth. Mrs. Rankin reached down and slapped a hand across Becky's breast sending a shock of pain through her.
"Yes, what?" she demanded of Becky.
"Yes...Mistress," Becky whimpered. David took advantage of that moment to push the head of his cock against her lips. Becky grimaced but obediently opened her mouth wider to allow the young man entry. Behind her, Peter, Charlotte's son and Davids best friend was leaning in, sucking on her neck, teeth nipping at her while his hands encircled her abdomen and slid up to her small breasts. Her nipples, hard and swollen were easy for him to take hold of and pinch.
Charlotte smiled down at the older housewife who was being taken by her son and his friend. She enjoyed putting Becky in her place and this was only the start.
"Don't you dare cum Becky. Remember, everyone cums before you do. That's the rule." Becky whined around the young, thick cock filling her mouth and did her best to respond.
"Ye...tthhh issth-tress" is all she could manage as Peter shoved more of his rigid tool towards the back of her throat. Peter pinched her nipple again, this time twisting it and making Becky gasp wetly. David grabbed her by the hair and pulled deeper onto his cock, groaning in pleasure.
Becky did her best to take him into her throat and her fingers slowed their pressure against her clit. She could feel herself nearing the peak, almost ready to climax but she knew what would happen if she did. Charlotte had been very clear about that. So for the last few hours, she had been forced right up to the edge of release and then stopped. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy with pent up need.
Even as she sucked on David, and Peter's fingers teased and pulled on her nipples, Becky tried to focus on how she had come to this. How had her life come crashing down around her? A tear spilled from her eye as she continued to suck on the young man's cock and remember.
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Becky Jameson sat at her computer, and nervously looked around. She knew no one was home and yet she still had an unreasoning fear of being discovered. On the screen was the email she had just written and the picture that she had attached to it. A picture of her, with her legs spread wide open. No pants or skirt, her pussy clearly on display.
This was Becky's secret. She had begun exchanging sexy pics with a man she had met online. At first, it was just a little harmless flirting, some sexy whispers back and forth. Then he had started asking for pictures. Becky had sent him a few. Demure pictures really. Dressed up for a night out. Then, wearing a robe before bed. Then she had allowed the robe to fall open, just a little. Never truly showing anything but becoming more risqué as time went on. Finally, he asked her for a nude picture. Becky balked at that. She was married and wasn't interested in sending nude photos out to relative strangers. She wasn't even certain why she had started exchanging emails and pictures with him in the first place. But she had to admit it excited her to do so.
Then, he had sent her a picture of himself...naked. He had a chest covered with hair, muscular legs...and a long and thick penis. She was shocked when she received it. She hadn't asked for that or expected it. At first she simply closed the email and walked away from her computer. This had gone on too far. But as a few days passed, she found herself going back and opening the email and that picture again and again. She had to admit, she was a little turned on by it. She knew it was wrong and that her husband would be crushed if he found out what she was doing but she couldn't help herself.
This was so far beyond her normal demeanor, but it somehow sparked something inside, something that up until now she hadn't realized she was missing in her day-to-day life. When, after a few days and several emails asking her if she had received his photo and, did she like it, she had finally responded "yes" and "yes". The next email she got had simply two words. "Your turn".
She knew she didn't have to respond. She could stop it right here and now. Knew that she should stop. Instead, she had taken off her panties, hitched up her skirt and pulled out her cellphone. Setting the auto timer on the phones camera she had adjusted herself in her office chair, spread her legs and taken the picture. She uploaded it to her laptop and then written out a quick email to her online friend and attached the photo. It was a good picture. Her pussy was open, and nothing was left to the imagination. Now she sat at her computer, nervously trying to build up the courage to actually send it.
She took a deep breath and before she had time to overthink it she reached out and hit the send button. The email vanished. Becky's heart was racing. No turning back now. She had just sat back in her chair and started breathing normally again when there was a knock at her front door. Startled, she jumped up and quickly pulled down her skirt. She started for the door then remembered the computer. She quickly clicked on the minimize icon and dropped the page to the bottom of the screen. Then she headed to the door.
As she reached her front entryway, she could see through the long side window next to the door that it was her neighbor, Charlotte Rankin. Becky's heart dropped a little. She didn't really care for her neighbor. The woman was loud and always acting entitled. Plus, she was what Becky would politely call, a woman of loose moral standards. Charlotte had gotten divorced from her husband three years ago and since then she had several different men-friends who came and went at all times of the day and night. The woman had no shame and didn't even try to hide what she was doing. Plus, she was always wearing revealing clothes and often went around without a bra. She was fairly large chested, and her clothing choices or lack thereof often showed far more than Becky was comfortable with. This was a nice neighborhood, with good families raising their impressionable children It just wasn't proper for her to behave the way she did. Becky heaved a deep sigh and put a smile that she did not at all feel onto her face and opened the door.
"Charlotte, hello!" Becky said. "How are you?"
Becky allowed her eyes to take in Charlotte's attire today. As usual it was inappropriate. She was dressed in a deep red halter top that showed almost more cleavage than it covered. She was wearing jeans today but they were skin tight and showed every curve.
"I'm good Becky!" Charlotte responded. "I came over to ask a favor. I'm throwing a little barbeque party this weekend and I was wondering if I could borrow your grill, if you weren't using it. I was pulling mine out of the garage and found a big hole rusted through the bottom of it." Becky mentally heaved another sigh. This was typical Charlotte. Didn't take care of her own things and constantly needed to borrow from others. She already had borrowed their weed trimmer last month and still hadn't returned it.
"Uh...sure Charlotte. I think we can spare it for the weekend." Becky believed this was just part of being a good neighbor. "Come on in and I'll get it from the back yard.
"Oh thank you Becky. And while you're at it, do you have any extra propane...and maybe some grilling tools as well. Mine are somewhere in that garage but I really don't know where!" She laughed at her own cluelessness as she came in. Becky just gritted her teeth and swallowed back a snarky response. It was up to her to be the better person here.
"Of course. I'll get them as well! Won't be a sec!" and she headed out towards the back yard.
"Need any help?" Charlotte called after her. Becky waved a hand as she headed out back.
"No need. I'll be just a few!" The last thing that Becky needed was to have Charlotte looking around to see if there was something else she wanted to borrow.
