Consequences Ch 02 4

All characters are over the age of 18/legal age. This is a non-consent story of blackmail, so if that's not your thing, please click away now!

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Thanks to KENJI SATO for his excellent editing skills - without his this would not have been possible! Okay, well if you've read my other stories, you know that I concentrate on the Roberts family, and their antics in the panhandle area of my fine state! (Locations and names slightly changed to protect the not-at-all-innocent.) This one is the 'origin' story of Johnathan and his wicked ways...hope you enjoy!

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Johnathan Roberts was wearing a true wolf-grin. "Well, based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life." His grin was lewd. Mckinsey Craft was topless, but still wearing her yoga pants. "Oh look, a wet spot," he said, pointing at her crotch. His prey blushed, so he tossed the satin-and-lace-cami PJs he had dug out, on the bed between them, and said, "Change into those, I want a little fashion show." And moved the chair over, having a seat as though he were at a play; he waited.

If Mckinsey Craft didn't feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The cami PJs were skimpy, and she blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over the bed in front of the naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.

Seeing this MILF pose for him in lingerie, was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at him. With a lustful grin, he stood and stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms, said, "Let's keep the top, but trust me when I say, you won't be needing these..."

Mckinsey stopped. She knew all too well what was about to happen, and what she was going to be forced to do. Pleadingly, she said, "Look, Johnathan...I can't..."

Listening to this MILF beg, just made him harder, as he climbed onto her bed. "Remember your options, Mrs. C.," he said, and held out his hand. His new fuck-toy MILF sniffled, stripped off her cami shorts, and climbed on the bed. Without being told a word, she swung a leg over, and began to mount him. He was going to make her fuck him cowgirl.

"Good girl," Johnathan said, who then made a long, low satisfied grunt, as his stiff member entered Mckinsey Craft's hot, wet love-tunnel.

Mckinsey was afraid that this was going to happen. Not JUST that she would have had sex with this nerdy-kid, but that a certain part of her would react so well to it. It wasn't just that Mckinsey Craft really liked cowgirl (she did), but it was the length of that damn dick that did it. Mckinsey felt her body give in to the invader, and to get more of it inside her, she naturally bowed her back, poking her breasts out. She had kept the PJ top, and the kid had his hands under it, and damn his hide! Johnathan--damn you--Roberts, was squeezing her nipples. She LOVED it when a man did that. 'Close your eyes, girl, hang on' she told herself.

Mckinsey Craft's pussy felt awfully good, as his prey moved up and down on his cock. Her nipples were taut between his fingers as he squeezed them, so she was enjoying the ride, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The PJ top was serving to block her view of his face a bit, and so Johnathan said, "Look at me, Mrs. C. Look at me, Mckinsey...LOOK." Making eye contact, he said, "You -- oof -- deny it all you -- ahh -- want, but you LIKE having -- ohh -- having my fat cock inside you."

'Damn that kid...damn him' Mckinsey thought, as she looked at him, because that little asshole was right. And to emphasize it, he shifted his hands to the bottom of her ribs, and made her stop at nearly the top of her movement. Then the kid gave her an evil smile, and his pace tripled, as he began thrusting UP into her, very fast. She winced, and her mouth fell open. It felt almost too good. Mckinsey's was being fucked like she was being used, and Mckinsey liked it.

The moaning wail of his MILF fuck-toy told the truth. She began speaking in incomplete words, and his smile grew broader. Now Johnathan slowed slightly, then pulled her down HARD onto him, and said, "All right, woman. Grind. Grind that pussy on me like you mean it." As she began to move, he tensed and flexed with her. Shit, it felt incredible! Moving his hands back to her nipples, the wolf could see that his prey was clearly fighting a losing battle.

This was a different kind of torture, and Mckinsey Craft wasn't hanging on anymore. How could he have known? That one-two combo of getting fast-slammed followed by the switch to the slow roll, was pushing her over the edge. Her hips were starting to buck on their own, and Mckinsey threw her head back and called out. In one swift motion, Mckinsey swept the satin PJ top off, and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began shamelessly pounding herself on the dick impaling her as hard as she could, and with a loud wailing cry, she came.

Johnathan Roberts was having a helluva day. He had just used almost all the sexual knowledge he knew to make this gorgeous woman cum. Besides the obvious of watching porn, he'd had two girlfriends, but neither were all that attractive. By comparison, Mckinsey Craft was the total fucking package--incredible body, dirty-blonde hair, a little upturned nose, and doe eyes made her the complete and total MILF.

She rode him as she convulsed, crying out. Her cunt was squeezing his dick and Johnathan would be the first to tell you that hanging on was not easy, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. He knew his fuck-toy's pussy would be very sensitive, and that was the plan. Mckinsey Craft was on top of him, breathing heavy, her eyes closed but tearing a little. So he pulled her down and beside him, gave her a hug, and began to reposition.

Mckinsey Craft was on top of her torturer, cowgirl-style, her chest heaving, and his still-stiff dick buried inside her. It made her cry, reason being her body had betrayed her, would her mind do the same? While the kid had given her a hug as he stepped off the bed, he next took hold of her thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, so much so, it made her gasp. It required no imagination to understand what was about to happen, and he had the 'evil smirk' as an eighteen-year-old, Johnathan Roberts, opened her thighs.

"Johnathan, please!" Mckinsey found herself saying, "I'm sensi--" but she was silenced as her tormentor 'manhandled' her, as he simply pulled her about like an object he owned. She both hated it and was aroused by it at the same time, but she had no time to consider that, because the kid was going to fuck her again. He wasted no time either, puuushing himself inside her, right into her sensitive vagina. It made her twist and cry out, but he paid her no heed. Once fully inside her, her tormentor gripped her ankles, spreading her very wide, and then began to thrust very hard and very powerfully into her. It was a powerfully 'erotic' pain she had not felt in a long time.

As soon as he had her ass at the edge of the bed, he 'sank' all of his rock-hard penis into her, balls-fucking deep. Her face grimaced, just as Johnathan had hoped. He then slid his hands out and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as far apart as he possibly could, and began a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts--pull back, hold, then in, fast and hard. Johnathan's fuck-toy was liking it, holding her own nipples, and began crying out each time he 'bottomed' inside her.

It felt incredible to be in complete control of this MILF, even if she didn't want it to be that way, but reality was, he wasn't going to be able to go much longer. He could feel 'the wave' building in him again, so Johnathan went for that last 'trick.' After a last, powerful thrust, he began to grind myself on her, and let her groan and writhe. Keeping himself all-in, he positioned himself with her right leg straight up, ankle beside his ear, left leg down low. Then, he gripped the thigh of the leg held high, keeping her tight against him, and with the other hand, he gave her exposed clit a squeeze while he fast-pumped his new pussy. It worked.

Mckinsey had always been a 'one-orgasm' girl, or so she thought. When she was being shamelessly fucked with her legs spread super wide, she found herself actually gripping her own nipples, and calling out each time. There was a part of Mckinsey Craft that liked to be used, and damned if the kid hadn't tapped into it.

She had wanted for him to just pop his cork and for it to be over, but then she had felt the wave building. "J-J-John...I...I can't..." but he suddenly changed up what he was doing. He had moved her, she was on her elbows, her sex pressed in close to her tormentor, and Mckinsey felt totally dominated. Johnathan Roberts was ever-so-slightly 'pinching' her clit, and along with the fast-stroking, made her orgasm a SECOND time. She threw her head back with a bellowing scream.

That second incredible orgasm lasted a solid fifteen seconds. Mckinsey Craft's mind was sent spinning, as she lay there screaming and convulsing uncontrollably the entire time, even kicking her feet. To top it off, her torturer had cum inside her, dumping every last drop of his load. When he finally withdrew, he pushed her roughly onto the bed, tossed aside like a used towel. Mckinsey just lay there, in her post-orgasmic daze.

Truth was, at that moment, Johnathan Roberts didn't really care one way or the other, if she was on any damn pill. He was enjoying himself, making the best piece of ass he'd ever had, have an orgasm that made him dump it all, every bit inside her. Having pushed her roughly aside, he wiped his cock clean on her yoga pants. He then sync'd his phone with his fuck-toy's, so he had her number, and began getting dressed.

"Well, well, well, look at the time," he said, pulling on his pants. "Don's off tomorrow, so that's out, but you can bet we'll be doing a repeat of this, and then some, on Thursday." He pulled his shirt over his head, and was able to don his shoes standing up. "Just remember, Mckinsey, you're at MY beck and call. Just do what I tell you, and it'll all work out."

Mckinsey lay there, naked. She had rolled away from her tormentor, but she heard his words very clearly. She asked, "When will it be over?"

"When I say so, and not before." he responded promptly. She looked at him a minute, then rolled facing away. Johnathan might be new at this, but he knew better than to leave her without at least a glimmer of hope, so he added, "I'll let you go soon enough, I just want to have some fun."

After a long silence, Mckinsey replied meekly, "Okay..."

"'Til then!" he said loudly, as he was about to leave. To emphasize his dominance, he gave her exposed ass a really hard slap. It made her yelp, and he laughed as he walked through her house. If that ass-slap had made a mark, He was sure it wasn't the only one.

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For the moment, left in peace, Mckinsey Craft sobbed her heart out. She felt deep shame for what she had done, her choices made, and what a young man her son's age had not only done to her, but had yet to do! Noting the time, she realized she had to get cleaned up and a few things going before her son got home. In the shower, she was able to get the worst of her torturer's ejaculate out of her.

Mckinsey thought she was holding up pretty well, until after her son went to bed, when again, she cried. But this time, the source of the shame was not her infidelity that took her down this path, but that her body had so badly betrayed her. Mckinsey had just experienced a second, very powerful orgasm, and she just wasn't sure what to think of it. She left a note for her boyfriend telling him that she felt sick, and fell into a deep, exhausted slumber.

Mckinsey had thought she would have a day to herself. She thought wrong. It was just past 10:00am when her phone buzzed. Knowing that her boyfriend would be up soon, made her heart stop, because that text was very much from her torturer. "Pic of underwear you're wearing," it said. Quickly she stepped near the bedroom door; he was still sleeping. She was embarrassed as she sent him a quick snap, showing the mis-matched cotton panties and bra.

Johnathan got the pic quick enough. "From now on, you are to wear only satin or lace, unless I say otherwise. change and resend. do it now." He sent it and grinned.

Mckinsey shook her head. 'Fucking pervert,' she thought, but she complied, donning a light-blue-satin, black-lace combo she had, and resent.

"Oof," he said, noting that this particular set seemed tight on the bottoms. So, he texted, "turn and show me the bottoms."

Mckinsey sighed loudly. She hoped he wouldn't notice, but again complied, careful to keep her face out. "ENOUGH" she texted back.

As a last reply, he texted back a pic of his half-hard dick in his underwear and it said, "it likes you, see you tomorrow, details to follow"

Mckinsey barely had time to delete the conversation before her boyfriend awoke. Mckinsey Craft loved her boyfriend. He was really generous to her and her son, and was like a rock of security. And right now, Mckinsey Craft needed that rock. Checking how the bra and panty set looked one last time, she decided to show him just how much she cared.