Blacmailed

Warning! This is strictly a deviant story in my dark mind. The themes more heavily emphasized in this piece are non-consensual, humiliation, and one woman with multiple men. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

Not for you? That's fine! Probably should pick a different story. I still love ya though.

Enjoy!

When I was 21, I had a job as a nanny for a family while going to college. It was long hours caring for someone else's kids while trying to keep up with my schoolwork. It was a constant struggle. I admit, at the time I was falling behind and decided the only way to pass my classes would be to cheat and get copies of the answers to the tests for my final exams. I spent good money purchasing them, but I knew it had to be done, or I'd be a nanny forever.

Unfortunately, my boss Jake found the cheat sheet when one of his brat children ratted out my hiding place they must have seen me use. Jake was not only the father I nannied for, but he was also one of the professors at my university.

I knew I was fucked.

He came in my room without warning one day while I was alone at the house. My pants were down and my hand was between my legs about to get myself off. The kids were at school and him and his wife were supposed to be gone. I quickly pulled my hand away and shot up, shocked that he would just come in.

I obviously began to freak out, only to stop when I saw that he was holding my cheat sheet. He asked me where I had gotten the answers. I was silent. He slowly stalked up to me with a dark expression on his face. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, I finally broke my silence by asking if he was going to turn me in.

The look he gave me sent chills up my spine. Jake is a good-looking guy, for an older dad. But the look he gave me was heated and calculating. It made him look even more enticing. After a beat, he blurted out what he wanted.

He wanted to shave me.

Shave me? I was confused. What was he even asking me? I asked him what exactly he meant. He laid it out for me while I sat in stunned silence.

He had always wanted to get me in his gigantic master shower and shave my body. He told me his wife was picking up the kids from school and going ice skating after. They would not be home for hours. If I let him shave me, he would keep quiet about the cheat sheet.

On the flip side, I'd get kicked out of school if he showed the dean.

It was really an easy decision for me. I hung my head and said quietly, "Show me your shower."

I had goals and he was standing in my way. So, I would let Jake, the father of the children I nanny, take me to his shower and shave me. A part of me was doing it because my future depended on graduating college. All he had to do was show that I was cheating and my education would be over. But another sick part of me wanted

him

. He was a tall, dark-haired, fit professor. I was curious to find out if shaving me was all he wanted.

Jake wanted me to walk ahead of him up the stairs and to his bedroom. He followed behind me, unnervingly close. I had never seen the master bedroom where him and his wife shared their most intimate of moments, let alone his bathroom. It was huge.

He closed the door behind us and locked it. I turned to look at him, but he grabbed my shoulders, keeping my back turned to him, and told me to strip down, turn the shower on and sit on the shower bench.

I knew he wanted to shave me and that would mean he needed my skin, but I was suddenly shocked that he expected me to be completely naked in front of him. My skin heated up from head to toe as I blushed furiously, about to share such an intimate activity with a man who easily had 20 years on me.

I saw him give me a stern, authoritative glare when I looked back at him. My hands hesitated on the hem of my shirt, but then began to quickly lift it up, like pulling off a Band-Aid. He grabbed my arms, stopping me. I hesitated, confused. He explained he wanted me to take it off slowly.

He wanted a strip tease too?

I quickly recovered from my confusion and pushed my ass out, the jeans I was wearing accentuating the curves I've had since becoming a woman. I slowly stripped my shirt off. I could feel him inhale sharply behind me as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You should always have under garments on when in this house and watching my children young lady," he said severally.

I couldn't help but think of how crazy that was considering he was currently watching me strip while his wife and kids were away. I then took a deep breath and unbuttoned my jeans, peeling them just as slowly off my body as I did my top.

I looked back again and said in a whisper, "I don't have panties on either. I'm sorry sir, I'll do better next time." My pants dropped to the floor as his breath went erratic and deep. I couldn't look back at his face anymore.

"Bend over and pick up your clothes," he had commanded.

I blinked and bent at the waist, my fully nude body only inches in front of him, but I could just feel his rock-hard cock barely touching my ass through his slacks. I stood back up. He had me fold them and put them on the counter next to us. I opened the door, walked into the huge shower, and turned the water on. Then I went and sat demurely on the bench.

When I looked back at him, he had removed all his clothes and was standing there, his cock pointing directly at me. I had no idea he had a hammer in his pants, it was huge. My pussy squeezed reflexively. I swear my mouth started watering. He grabbed a razor and shaving cream and stalked towards me again.

He lifted my right arm and lathered up my armpit. I was shocked. I honestly assumed he wanted to fuck me and was just saying he was going to shave me. But he shaved both my armpits. Then he told me to put my legs on the bench. He lathered up my left leg that was closest to him and began shaving. Then he ran out of skin to shave so he spread my legs apart to get to the inside of my leg. I was now spread eagle to him, and his face was less than a foot from my bare pussy. He shaved the other leg, using the same method.

Now I wondered if he would continue. All that was left was my aching sex. Without even looking at me he put a hand on each side and spread both my legs farther apart. He told me to scoot my ass forward to the edge of the bench and to not move. Then he began to apply the shaving cream very slowly to the folds of my womanhood. His knuckles brushed against my clit several times making everything swell even more. It seemed it would be impossible for him to shave my most sensitive spot when it was excited and swollen up so much that it spread my lips apart.

He picked up the razor and very slowly and deliberately got every hair between my legs. He spent more time down there then I ever had. And just when I thought he was about to be done he told me to turn around and get on my knees on the bench with my hands against the wall.

That's when it occurred to me that he was planning on shaving my tight asshole as well. I felt like I was going to come right then and there, but I resisted. I slowly turned around, positioned my knees on the bench, and stuck my ass out spreading my legs as far as possible while he guided me with his hands.

Again, he went through the same movements. He spread shaving cream very thoroughly, dipping low so his fingers could slide tantalizingly between my slick folds underneath my asshole. He very carefully shaved multiple times over the same spots ensuring a clean, smooth shave.

I was an aching mess at this point. I was making low moans and subtly rocking my hips back trying to reach for his touch. He finished his job and began to rinse me off everywhere with the shower head. I was so ready for him to dip that hard cock inside my unbelievably aroused sex.

But then he got up. He rinsed himself off and got out of the shower. I was sitting there confused as to why I wasn't being ridden like I needed. He told me that the kids and his wife would be home soon and that I did an exceptionally good job. He told me to get dressed and go downstairs to start dinner.

Jake had dressed quickly and was halfway out the door when he turned back to me and told me that he expected me to say yes to anything that he told me to do in the upcoming months. He said eventually he would forgive me but until then I was to do as he said. He walked out the door.

I was so unbelievably horny after I had been denied his cock that I had expected to get. I numbly got dressed and went downstairs to make dinner, wondering if his end game was ever to fuck me.

I didn't know the half of it.

I roused myself from the stupor I was in from the shaving and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My nerves were fried as I began to gather ingredients to cook for the family of the man who had just left me a frazzled, needy mess. I was slamming cabinet doors and stomping around in what I didn't want to admit was a major tantrum.

He popped his head in the kitchen, looked me up and down and said, "No, you need to be in a skirt. And I want to see a smile on your face."

I stared at him, not sure if I should resist his orders, but realizing I truly had no choice in the matter. I forced a wide smile on my face and headed back upstairs to change. I picked a pleated skirt and a pair of full coverage panties, like that was my rebellion from the crazy situation. I walked back down to the kitchen. As I was in the middle of making spaghetti for the five of us, Jake's wife Marissa walked through the door with their two kids trailing after her.

They were excited from their busy day. All three of them walked past me on their way to the living room like I was invisible. This is how they had always treated me. Like I was just hired help. I mean I actually was paid to be there, but I lived in their house. An acknowledgement of my existence would be nice.

Marissa glanced at me, an obvious look of distaste crossing her face. She said in a haughty voice, "What are you wearing? Can you try to be more appropriate in our home Jade? " She rolled her eyes at me and left me alone to cook their meal.

Ever since her husband had hired me, she has shown her dislike of that fact. But she usually defaulted to Jake's wants. He expected her to understand that he was the man of the house, and he made the decisions.

I was stirring the sauce on the stove when I realized Jake had crept up behind me and was inches away. I felt the back of my skirt lift up as his other hand rubbed my ass over the granny panties I was wearing. My heart skipped a beat as I craned my head back toward the hallway to the living room.

He saw my panic and whispered in my ear, "They are settling in to watch some TV. These panties are no good young lady."

With that, he yanked them down and lifted one leg at a time, completely removing them. He put the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. He had wrapped his hands around to the front of my body and began to feel my shaved pussy.

With a low groan he said, "Good, still smooth. I will be checking how long it takes until you need another shave."

I couldn't help myself and pushed back against his groin, my lack of orgasm driving me crazy.

We both heard footsteps in the hall. He casually stuck the panties in his pocket and shifted over to open the cabinets like he hadn't just been molesting me from behind. Marissa walked in, her shiny dark hair glinting in the kitchen lights. Her beautiful face eyed us both for just a second before she walked to the refrigerator and got out three waters.

She was younger than Jake, likely closer to my age. She had a lithe body, even after two kids, and was well taken care of with the amount of money they made between the two of them. But she was a cold woman. She never seemed to have anything nice to say. Especially not about me. I figured it must be hard for her having an attractive woman living in her home. Now a weird, almost competitive feeling overcame me as she glared.

Without saying anything to us, she left the room. Jake looked at me with dark eyes and said, "I know you like to masturbate. you will not touch yourself tonight, do you understand?"

I stared at him in shock, "Why?"

He stalked up to me, quickly grabbed my face and looked deep in my eyes, "Do. You. Understand?"

I shuddered and replied, "Yes sir."

With that, he left the room. I finished making dinner and called everyone in to eat. Marissa had already decided they wanted to eat in front of the TV tonight together as a family, so she made me haul everything out to them like I was their servant. I was getting more irritated by the minute.

Eventually, she called me back to tell me to spend an hour with the kids to get their homework done. I began gathering their backpacks, noticing Jake grab Marissa by the neck and lead her up the stairs. She had a smirk on her face when she turned and looked down from the top to make sure I was watching him dominate her.

As I was trying to get their awful children to do homework, I could hear a rhythmic banging from above me, where their room was. He was fucking her with the dick I had made hard all day. It was agony.

Eventually, Jake came back downstairs in only a pair of sleep pants, his muscles on full display. He told the kids to head upstairs and say goodnight to Marissa. He reminded them they had to be up early with their mother to get to the airport for their weekend trip to her parent's place. They left the room.

He looked at me and said, "Remember, no touching yourself. I WILL know." He left me downstairs, shaking at the thought of still not getting any release. I went up to my room and crawled into bed. Maybe he would sneak off in the middle of the night?

I hardly slept, hoping to hear my door creak open and finally get his cock. But he never came. It was around 4 a.m. that I finally fell asleep only to be awakened at 5:30 to the noises of the house waking up and preparing to leave. I huffed and rolled back over, not wanting to even say goodbye to Marissa or the kids. Jake had a university function over the weekend and was staying behind.

I was deeply asleep this time after not resting all night. I started to dream about our time in the shower. This time however, Jake's hands had went everywhere, massaging my tits, rubbing at my clit, and inserting his fingers deep in my pussy. I was on fire in my dream, again, just hoping he would fuck me with his epic cock. I writhed and bucked against his exploring hands, my womanhood getting wetter and wetter the more he touched me.

My eyes began to open as I woke up, but the feeling wasn't going away. I was on fire. It felt like I could still feel his hands on me and it was making my brain turn to mush. Hot, needy, insane mush.

Then I realized I wasn't imagining it. Jake was in my bed, had been groping and molesting my sleeping body. Had he been touching me this whole time? I was sure he had as my body was primed and ready to go.

I reached up to my hardened nipples and began to kneed at my breasts furiously, almost against my will. I was just so wet and turned on, it felt like I would fry up if I didn't get the stimulation I needed. He slapped my hands away, saying he told me not to touch myself. I whimpered in physical pain from being so hot.

His other fingers were still buried in my dripping cunt. I was so close. I just needed a little more. I was almost there.

He stopped. I made a desperate noise, as I realized he was still not going to let me cum. I clapped my hand over my mouth, looking toward the door.

"They're gone," he said. "You don't have to be quiet." He smirked at me, "I had to see if it was time to shave you, but you really like that, don't you dirty girl?"

I averted my eyes, unable to answer out of pride and frustration.

He told me to get up and head to his shower. I looked at him confused, knowing I was still soft and minus any hair down there.

"There's nothing to shave sir," I said.

"I have plenty for you to shave," His eyes gleamed as he got up and walked out of my room, stopping in the hallway to look back at me. "Get. UP," He said slowly as if I were dumb.

Maybe I was at the moment, my brain was so fried from the denial of my orgasm. I got up and headed to his shower again. He was adjusting the temperature when I walked in, flushed from his invasive fingers. He handed me a razor and shaving cream. He then walked to the bench, the rain showerhead on over him. He propped one leg up on the seat, looking like a naked, dominant captain Morgan. I would have laughed if I wasn't so horny.

He told me to get every hair down there. I looked at him, nervous. I told him I didn't know how to shave a man and he told me he would help me. I lathered the cream and began to shyly apply it to his groin. I couldn't help but wrap my hand around the base of his member, but he again slapped my hand away.

He instructed me to take the razor and carefully stretch his balls up to get underneath them. I then shaved from his perineum to the base of his balls, being very careful. Then I stretched them down and shaved from the base of his cock to the bottom of his sack. I made sure to be very thorough, not leaving a single hair. But when my hand was available, it began to wonder down between my legs, the pressure in my sex building painfully. He grabbed my arm and denied me that once again.

I wanted to cry, that's how hopped up I felt. Orgasm denial was awful, I remembered thinking. When his pelvis was bare and rinsed, he directed his shaft to my parted lips and pushed in without warning. Suddenly I had a mouth full of my boss's cock. My body reacted without thought and I began to greedily take it in, backing off, and heading in deeper. I wrapped one hand around the base and the other around his balls, one jerking his shaft and the latter massaging the fresh shaved tight ball sack. I sucked his cock like it was finally going to give me my orgasm.

My lips eventually made it to the base of his member as I managed to take him all the way in my throat. I choked and gagged, spit dripping out of my mouth like the porn stars I've watched but never emulated. I never in my life had enjoyed giving a man head, but then again, nobody had ever worked me up to this kind of frenzy. I could tell he liked my enthusiasm when he finally tightened up. He was ready to blow.

I was prepared to swallow every last drop, but he surprised me by pulling his cock out of my mouth and moving behind me. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me face down, pressing my skin onto the cold, wet shower tiles. He used his other hand to finish jerking his hard dick and erupted all over my ass and back, his sticky seed covering me.

He took a beat to collect himself and finally released me. I stood up and inched closer to the shower head, ready to rinse off, but he stopped me.

"No," he said simply. "You will not rinse off or dry yourself today. There is an outfit on the bed you will wear. Put it on over your wet body."

I was confused. And hot. And still not relieved. I got out of the shower and walked to his room. On the bed laid out was one of Marissa's white silk shirts and a pair of white cotton panties.

His cum would ruin the shirt! I looked back unsurely, but his face was dead serious. The dampness of my skin from the spray of the shower and the cum on my back made it nearly impossible to wrangle on the delicate materials. I managed it, but I struggled in front of him while he watched every move I made. I looked in the full-length mirror on the wall and saw that my outfit for the day was completely see-through from my wet skin.

"Perfect," He had stated.

I spent the rest of the day in that outfit. Every so often when his dick would harden, he would find me, his cock already in his hands. Whatever I was doing, weather that be some kind of chore or leisure activity, he would cum on me. The first time, I was stretching on the floor. He ended up cumming on my chest and stomach. The next time, I was making food and he bent me over and came on my underwear, letting it drip down my legs. The third time I was studying, and he forced me to my knees and came all over my face and in my hair.