This is a story about blackmail and forced sex. If that isn't your thing, please click away now!
All characters in this are over the age of 18
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It was serendipity, really. A confluence of things that happens every once-in-a-while that leaves you breathless. If you stop to question or ask why, you miss the opportunity. When it happened to me, I never considered asking, I just went with it, and WOW it was one of the best decisions I ever made.
About a week before, I had placed discreetly placed one of those car/traffic cams, the kind that not only show the road in front but the rear, via looking back thru the cabin while recording audio too in the car we let my spoiled rude-as-hell step daughter Kaitlynn drive. In her early 20's and just drop-dead gorgeous, Kaitlynn F. Parker really understood that fact and used it to her advantage, being a total bitch all the time. She also really disliked me, never accepting that I had married her mother, who absolutely adored me. I knew it because she had told me so on more than one occasion.
So when I reviewed the footage, expecting to see her driving like an idiot, I was but for a moment floored at the sight of my wife's adult child doing coke, discussing on her cellphone moving a surprisingly large amount of drugs for some guy, and giving what I guessed to be that guy fellatio and a hand-job in exchange for drugs. Yep, serendipity, chance, whatever you call it, it had just smiled on me, and I intended to use it.
I could have simply showed her mother the footage, but that would have only gotten the car taken away. A better course would be to turn her into the cops. The amount of drugs she had moved was certainly a felony amount, and would have accounted for jail time for sure. I also knew the ratty looking twerp that got the happy ending to be a local drug dealer. But instead of turning her in to the police, I had more devious plans
This wasn't at all what I had expected, but it really was the opportunity of a lifetime. Kaitlynn was 5 foot tall if that, with dark brunette hair that cascaded to well below her shoulders, and full lips. She had a breathtakingly sexy body with a beautiful, erotic face, bitch-look or not, that never failed to cause my penis to instantly swell tight inside my shorts. She wore split miniskirts around the house that displayed her slender thighs in such a way that caused me to hide the hard on and pound out her mother later, sick as that sounds.
I loved her mother, my wife. Marlana is a high-raking executive for her company and travels quite a bit. My wife had been gone out of state for the second or third of several trips on business, and I knew this to be an unprecedented opportunity to start blackmailing Kaitlynn for sex. I hadn't had any sex since my wife left, and had deliberately not masturbated since last week when I decided to blackmail Kaitlynn. For me, this was almost a herculean feat, but was going to be well worth it
Kaitlynn had just come home from school, wearing a tantalizing short sundress, and gave the usual nasty look when she realized I was home. Bitch-face initiated. She said, "What are you looking at?"
I just grinned, and quickly escalated it by grabbing her and pretending to play-wrestle her, despite her protests and loud complaints. I started to slide my hand high up her inner thigh inside her short sundress and gave it a sexy squeeze. She got fighting mad and yanked herself away from me, threatening to call her mom right away to tell her how I was sticking my hand up her skirt.
Very quietly I said to her; before you do that, take a look at this." Our little tussle had taken place right beside a laptop I had open, and with a quick tap, there was the video from the car, edited to see her jerking off that loser before going down on him with gusto. As she gasped it jumped to her snorting coke, then to the call. Although that part was just audio, the message was communicated.
Kaitlynn was still standing there, trying unsuccessfully to look bravely defiant, but in reality, I'm sure her cold-heart skipped more than a few beats when I told her I had the full video up in the cloud, ready to email to the cops, who would very much want to talk to her. She bluffed, asking "What difference does it make -- what does that have to do with whether or not you're trying to stick your hand up your skirt?" She blinked defiantly, in smiling bitch mode now. She thought she had me.
I laughed and said "you have an accusation, whereas I have proof. So yes, let's call the cops, and see what they think, OK?" She nervously said that I'd better just leave her alone and stay away from her, and then she stormed upstairs to her bedroom. I followed, and stuck my foot in the door to keep her from slamming it. Holding up the phone I again said "Let's make that call, OK?" At that point, she had to realize she was done, and went instantly to the crying-bitch routine. But I'd seen this behavior more than enough times to expect that, so I just stood there and waited.
After several minutes of terrible fake crying Kaithlynn finally blurted out "Ok-OK-OK!...WHAT do you want?!?!"
"Now we're getting somewhere." I said. "I know you did a lot more than just jerk that loser off and go down on him. In fact, I know that you've had boys over here plenty of times, and I have more video of you moving drugs too (not true, but I was going for broke). So your choices are to be ostracized as the local drug Narc, being forced to rat out your friends AFTER getting arrested and have multiple felony convictions, & getting kicked out of here. Not to mention what the drug-guy is going to do to you when he finds out.......OR... I get you however I want you, whenever I want you, as much as I want you, and 'no' is not an option." I let that hang for a moment and added "Choice is yours."
She stood there and cried a bit more, more realistically time, then finished it up with some sniffles. Apparently, Kaitlynn Faith was smarter than I thought, because she understood the trap she was in. After a minute of staring at the floor, she sighed deeply and very quietly, very simply, said "ok."
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The first thing I did was to have her strip. That body was every bit as sexy as I figured it would be, with a curvy ass and surprisingly large nipples. Wow those damn things were BIG. Too much hairy bush for me though, but hey I knew I'd fix that. Watching her do this, especially as it was so obvious she did not want to, was quite the turn on. I think at this point most would just enjoy fucking her, or making this queen bitch suck them off, but I was going to make her pay for the past disrespect and like I said earlier, really going for broke.
I'm 6ft 5, and work out daily, so I am much stronger than this petite little thing, so I was easily able to grab her and forcefully push to the floor, ignoring her protests. When I had scrambled up the stairs behind my prey this Wolf I had brought a gym bag full of prearranged goodies, and from it I took leather cuffs, and fastened them first to her wrists, then took the straps they were already clipped to and connected those around and to her each of a pair of small straps round the thigh just at her knees. Kaitlynn was on her back now with legs pulled up and wide apart; her legs fastened securely to each of her wrists. With a smart tug on each strap she was bound tightly in that position. The panicked-bitch face was great to see.
I stood and undressed, watching her. Kaitlynn's eyes widened at the size of my stiff cock. Yes, there are many who have bigger, but several past lovers, and especially the wife, had complimented me on both the damn thing's length and girth. It wasn't that difficult to wrestle my petite little prize on the bed, and after I flopped her unceremoniously on there, I'm sure she thought I was about to fuck her. Instead, I mounted her chest, having grabbed something from the bag. I stilled her protests by shoving the ball gag I had grabbed from the bag into her mouth. She complained loudly but too it, especially after I reminded her of what she had at stake.