This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover. All the characters in this story are over 18.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
Oliver tamed
Later that night, Tim was ecstatic, excited at the thought that he would finally be free of Susan's control.
Paris counselled caution and said that she needed to edit the 'Susan' video, and then, when the time was right, they agreed that Paris would approach Susan with the 'evidence'.
At the back of her mind, Paris was worried about Lucinda. She needed a plan to deal with her as well.
The next day she texted Oliver, 'can you come to my house, I need you'
Oliver needed no second invitation and shot round.
Paris opened the door; she was wearing the same outfit that she had worn when Oliver and Delroy had 'raped' her. "Hello Oliver," she purred, "I think you have a promise to honour, remember?"
She invited Oliver into the kitchen and they both sat on a bar stool, Paris exposing her stockinged thighs to the randy youngster.
"Give me your phone," she demanded, "I am going to delete the video of me and your dad as you your dad as you promised."
A little reluctantly Oliver handed over the phone, but he couldn't help smiling at the thought that Paris didn't know about the copy in the cloud.
Unfortunately for him, Paris was very IT savvy and quickly located his cloud storage, "you naughty boy, I bet you thought I wouldn't find your secret copy," she told him as she permanently deleted the cloud copy of the video and followed that up by deleting the copy on his phone. At the same time, she loaded a virus on his phone that would enable her to take control of it if she needed to.
While she worked Oliver stared, realising she couldn't have a bra on under the dress he speculated about knickers.
"Well Oliver," Paris started, "Your father and I both know that you now have no more leverage over us but you need to know that we harbour no hard feelings towards you and as proof of that I am going to take you upstairs and give you a memorable fuck."
Oliver smiled, his disappointment at losing his secret copy of the video more than made up for by the thought of another fuck with the beautiful and sexy woman.
As he entered the room she commanded him to strip, he undressed in record time and was directed to lie on the bed.
Paris quickly tied his wrists and ankles to the four corners of her bed. Once she was satisfied that he was secure, she started a sexy striptease.
She slowly pulled down the full length zip that ran down the front of her leather dress, turning so that her back was towards him before dropping the dress to pool at her ankles, answering Oliver's earlier thought, she did not have knickers on, her glorious arse nude, framed by the straps of her suspender belt.
Paris stood wearing only her thigh high boots, stockings and suspenders belt. She bent forward, knowing that the randy teen would be gawping at her cunt and areshole. She slowly reached back, taking a buttock in each hand and pulled them apart, exposing her drooling cunt even more.
She looked over her shoulder and asked "do you like what you see Ollie? Do you want my fuckholes on your cock?"
Oliver groaned and said, "fuck yes, so badly. You are such a sexy woman."
Paris spun on her high heels and walked to her dressing table, picking up a bottle of baby oil.
She squirted the oil over the teen's chest before sliding her huge boobs all over his chest, in effect, giving him a tit massage.
Oliver looked down as Paris gradually worked her oily tits lower and lower, closer to his cock.
Just as he felt sure she was going to engulf his throbbing meat in a tit sandwich she stopped.
Oliver groaned in disappointment. She sat in his chest with her legs either side of his head and started playing with her cunt. Oliver had a close up view of the steaming clam that was covered in creamy emissions and emitting the sexiest of musky aromas. Oliver groaned in frustration.
She slid flutter forward so that she was spread even wider and her cunt cream was dripping on his neck, pooling by his Adams apple.
She started sliding two fingers into her drooling cunt, finger fucking herself.
"Oh Oliver, this cunt is so tight and wet, it is squeezing my fingers so hard, it feels so hot, I am so horny."
Oliver groaned in lust and said, "fuck me, god just fuck me."
"Oh Oliver, such bad language, from such a young man. I can't allow that." She sat up on his sheet and leaned forward, reaching under a pillow and producing a ball gag. She pinched his nose until he opened his mouth and then slipped in the gag and tied it at the back of his head.
She lay back down and re-commenced wanking herself. Oliver was craning his neck to get a better view.
"Oh Oliver, you naughty boy, you are staring at my pretty pussy, aren't you?" Once more, she sat up and reached under her pillow, this time producing a blindfold which she fitted over his eyes.
She laid back and started to seriously wank herself, fucking her-drooling hole with two fingers while furiously stroking her clit with the other hand.
"Oh Ollie, I am so close, my cunt is on fire, I wish there was a hard cock that could fuck me."
