This is chapter one of a multi chapter story. All persons are 18. This story contains blackmail, extortion, breeding, forced sex of a mother and daughter, and a cheating wife. If those aren't your thing, then I suggest moving on.
I was 21 when I blackmailed the wife of our church's pastor into being my lover. Sex slave. Whatever you prefer. Her 18 year old daughter would become mine also. It was the best year of my life, but then Pastor Dan got transferred to another church, and I never saw the women again.
I'm now 25 and still think of them often. I should try and find out where they moved to, but they've both blocked me on all social media, text, and phone. It's like they didn't want to be used sexually anymore or something. Maybe I shouldn't have humiliated and degraded them like I did, but I have no regrets.
It all started the summer after my junior year of college. I was home for the summer. It was Sunday, and I was at church with my parents. Brooke, Pastor Dan's gorgeous wife, and her sexy as hell 18 year old daughter, Guiliana, were in the kitchen preparing the trays of cookies for the fellowship portion of the morning. Brooke was wearing a sexy red dress. Just tight enough to hug her curves without being over the top. It ended just above her knees. She was wearing nude pantyhose, which made me crazy. I love pantyhose. Guiliana was wearing a black dress with poofy sleeves, a sweeping neckline that gave a teasing view of her upper chest without showing any real cleavage. It hugged her nice little ass though and ended about mid thigh. Guiliana didn't wear panntyhose, but she did have some sexy strappy sandals that showed off her red toenails. Brooke was wearing nude colored sling back heels that made her calves and ass pop. They both looked damn good.
Brooke is 41, but it could easily pass for 31. She takes care of herself, working out often. She has straight blonde hair, which is obviously dyed, but it's a nice color and looks good with her blue eyes. She keeps it short, styled in a bob cut that works for her. She has beautiful 36D breasts and nice curvy hips and ass to complete the look. She has a nice golden tan and skin covered in sexy freckles.
Guilana had just turned 18 and was still growing into her body. She was tall. 5'7", compared to her mom being 5'3", she had long, sort of gangly legs that ended in a very firm ass. Her hips hadn't really developed yet, so there were no real curves to speak of, and she had small 32B breasts. They were firm and perky even if they weren't very big. The thing about Guiliana is that she was beautiful. Like, stop men in their tracks beautiful. She had a models face, blue eyes, and natural blonde hair that she wore in long flowing waves.
As for myself. I'm 6'2", 190 pounds. I keep in shape by playing lots of pick-up basketball, and I'm also in a flag football league that meets every Saturday. I also run, do kettlebells, and bike. I have dark blonde hair that I keep short, hazel colored eyes, a nearly trimmed beard, and I wear glasses. Girls tell me I have a hunky nerd look going on.
I stepped into the kitchen and smiled at the two women. "Need any help with anything?" I asked, looking around.
Brooke smiled at me. "Ben! So good to see you! How was your year at college? You're a junior, correct?"
I smiled back at her. I couldn't help but notice that she gave me a quick once over as she spoke to me. I could feel my arousal jolt to life.
"It was great. And yes, junior year, m'am."
She blushed and smiled. "Oh gosh, please call me Brooke. Ma'am makes me feel old." She then turned to Guiliana. "You remember my daughter, Guiliana?"
I smiled. How could I not remember her. Even as a freshman, she was the hottest girl in our high school. "Yes, of course. How are you, Guiliana? You must have graduated this year, right?"
She blushed and smiled. "Yes. Next week is graduation, actually." She pauses and adds. "You should come to the ceremony. I'm sure people would love to see you there."
I look her up and down quickly. "Yeah, maybe I will do that."
I then look at Brooke. "Now, about the cookies. Can I help?"
Brooke gave me a smile that made my cock jump a little. Was she checking me out? "Yes! Thank you so much. If you could take those two trays, we can make it in one trip."
I picked up the trays and followed the girls out to he fellowship hall. We set the trays down, and then Brooke looked at her watch. "We better get upstairs. Come on, Guiliana." They stared to leave when Brooke turned and smiled at me. "Thank you for your help!" Then they were gone.
I watched them go up the stairs to the sanctuary, their dresses pulling tight against their asses as they climbed. Their calf muscles flexed with each step. Once they were gone, I headed back towards the kitchen to use the bathroom.
As I passed the kitchen, I saw an iPhone sitting on the counter. Uh oh, did Brooke or Guiliana forget their phone? I picked it up and flicked the screen to life. It was Brooke's phone, judging from the home screen, which had a picture of their entire family on it.
I noticed it didn't have the prompt for a security code. Curious, I flicked the screen and it went straight to her home screen. Wow. No security. She must be very trusting. Or she just has nothing fun on her phone. I looked around and then clicked on her camera roll. I knew I shouldn't be snooping, but what's the harm? She's the one that left it unlocked. I scrolled through her photos, but there was nothing interesting there. I checked her messenger app next. Nothing. Facebook and Instagram. Boring. It seemed that Brooke really was a goody goody Pastor's wife.
Then I got an idea. I went to her text messaging app. All the convos were with her husband, Guiliana, or other female friends. I went to her menu and opened the file with recently deleted conversations. Something that a lot of people don't know is that with an iPhone, when you delete a message, it doesn't go away completely. It goes to a trash file and stays there for 30 days. It's so you can recover old messages if you need to. Brooke apparently didn't know this because that's where I hit the jackpot.
I found a very interesting and naughty thread between Brooke and some man named Robert. The texts were spicy and included several dick pics from Robert. Brooke responded to each one, and the pictures got more sexy with each response until the last one showed her completely nude in front of a full-length mirror. She didn't even cover her face. Her body was better than I could have imagined. Her breasts had a slight sag to them but still had a great shape, and her nipples were small and taught as raisins. Her pussy was smooth except for a small tuff of dark hair just above her clit. The best part was her meaty lips hanging down. I zoomed in and felt my cock harden instantly. I wanted to suck those meaty lips into my mouth and make her cum.
I quickly sent the thread to my phone and then erased the evidence that I had sent it to myself. I put the phone back down on the counter and went to the bathroom. When I went up to the sanctuary, I purposely passed Brooke and smiled at her. She smiled back, brushing her hair behind her ear with her hand as I sat down a couple rows behind her.
I sat there imagining all sorts of scenarios, most involving making Brooke do whatever I told her. As I started to formulate a plan as to how to blackmail her, I got the idea to include Guiliana as well. If I could pull this off, I was going to be fucking the both of them as much as humanly possible.
As soon as the service ended, I watched Brooke stand up and say something to Guiliana. She then headed downstairs. I assumed it was to get her phone. Moments later I saw her come back upstairs, holding her phone in the air.
"Got it!" I heard her say to Guiliana. I then watched as she opened her phone, checked something, looked disappointed and then put it in her purse. Was she hoping Robert would have texted? Interesting. I pulled my phone out and typed a message.
"No message from Robert? That's too bad. Does your husband know you're a cheating whore?" I hit send and smiled as her face lit up and she took her phone from her purse. I watched as she read the message and then froze. She slowly turned her head and looked around at the people milling about and talking.
"Who is this?" She sent back to me.
I sat and watched her as she kept scanning the room. I smiled to myself and sent her the photo of her naked in the mirror.
"Meet me today at 3pm, at the Rodeway Inn by the highway. I'll text you the room number. You will wear exactly what you have on now." I hit send and watch her read the message. I can see the anger on her face and it makes me horny.
"I will not do that." I watch her hit send and look around the church again, even looking at me, but her eyes just pass me over.
I smile and type out my response. "You will do that, or that photo along with the others will go to your husband, family, and the church deacons." I hit send and wait.
I have to give her credit. She kept a straight face while reading it, despite the tears in her eyes. She dabbed them quickly and responded.
"Who is this?"
I smile and write back. "You'll see. 3 o'clock. Don't be late." I put my phone away and then wander over to where Guiliana is talking to some of her friends. I blend in and laugh along with them as I keep an eye on Brooke.
Fellowship breaks up, and Brooke goes to teach her Sunday school class. I have to give her credit. She remains as cool as a cucumber the whole time. I leave and drive home so I can shower and get ready.
At 2:55, I message Brooke from the hotel.
"Room 225. It's in the back."
5 minutes later, I watched her car pull in and park next to mine. I smiled to myself as she got out of the car. She kept the dress, nylons, and heels on like she was told. I see her look at my car, but I can tell she doesn't recognize it.
I watched her through the peephole as she approached the door. She looked at her phone one last time and then knocked.
I opened the door and smiled. "Hello Brooke. Please come in." I stepped aside and watched as she walked in. God, she looked so good. She threw her purse on the bed and looked at me with anger in her eyes.
"I want to know how you got that picture." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me.
I smiled and shrugged. "You apparently don't know that when you erase texts on the iPhone, they stay in the trash folder for 30 days. It's best that I found it, and not your husband."
I see the anger on her face as she speaks. "Regardless of whether I knew that or not, how did YOU get that photo off MY phone."
I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. "What can I say? You left your phone in the kitchen, and I was nosey. You know, you should really keep that locked." I smile at her.
She waved her hand in the air, dismissing me. "I can't lock it, then my husband will think something is up. God damnit."
I just smiled and moved toward her. "So he doesn't know you've been cheating on him?" I run my hands along her bare arms. I feel her tense, but she doesn't swat at me or move away.
"No." She says softly. "And it needs to stay that way." She looks up into my eyes. "What's it going to take to keep you quiet?"
I just smile and move my hands to her back. I grasp the zipper of her dress and lower it. She stiffens but doesn't protest. She's wearing a black bra and a matching black thong under her pantyhose.
"Black. Very naughty, Brooke." I kiss her neck, and this time, she steps back and looks at me.
"Don't make me do this, Ben." She says it softly as she looks down at the floor.
"It's going to happen whether you want to or not, Brooke. You may as well enjoy it." I say as pull the dress from her shoulders.
The dress falls to her waist, revealing her breasts to me. Clad in the sexy black lace of her bra, I can see her hard nipples poking through the material. I smile and kiss her neck again, whispering in her ear.
"Your bra isn't padded. That's fucking sexy, Brooke. You have amazing tits. Take your bra off for me and let me see them."
