Tributes 2
... continues from part 1. A couple find themselves being blackmailed into posting erotic photos by an anonymous friend or acquaintance.
We were really taken aback. This wasn't at all what we had planned. We racked our brains trying to imagine who it was amongst our social group who had recognized us. We looked at the photos to see what in them they had seen that had given us away. On both counts we came up with very little.
Carmel had some moles that I hadn't photo-shopped. I hadn't felt the need. Was it the mole on her neck, just above her shoulder that had given us away? Surely it would be a very close friend, an intimate friend, who would remember that. One of her past boyfriends? There were a few. And there was a corner of the floor rug that could be seen in one of the photos. It was a photo I had taken from above, with a wide-angle lens, of her tied-up and spread-eagled on the bed. To the right was a bright aqua triangle, the corner of the rug on our bedroom floor. It was a distinctive color, but none of her old boyfriends had been in our bedroom, as far as I knew, though she was still friends with a couple of them, who had visited.
On the plus side, the person who found it was looking at porn. How is someone who looks at porn better than someone who is in that porn? How are they any less blackmailable. The problem was that, because we didn't know who it was, we had no chips with which to bargain. None at all.
Or was it a hacker? I used reasonable internet security. I ran my virus and intrusion checker and came up with nothing.
We decided to ignore it, but that didn't work out because that night we got another email.
Do you really want the embarrassment? - He wrote -- we assumed it was a he, followed by a list of email addresses, including our parents, our bosses and our close friends. The close friends we could probably deal with, but the parents and bosses? Where had they gotten this list? It must be a hack. On the other hand, someone we knew well would probably have those same addresses. Maybe. At a stretch. Was it really someone we knew, or not? Was it someone pretending to know us?
I like seeing you tied up, Carmel, he said. Do some more of that, and then Chris can cum on the back of your knees. Post them online tonight.
It was mid-afternoon.
"I don't think we have a choice," said Carmel. "Let's play along and buy ourselves some time. It can't get any worse!"
She was right. What more could happen? Another photo or two would make no difference while we came up with a better plan.
Carmel was surprisingly enthusiastic. She was quickly stripped down to her undies in the soft light that came through the white curtains. I looked at her standing in front of me. Her eyes were dark, like her hair, and her lips full. She had dark, full eyebrows. She was a Southern European Siren; tall and with beautiful, long legs.
She was quite slender with lovely small breasts hidden behind a cream, lacey bra. Her dark nipples were like bullets and clearly pushing against the fabric. I looked down her tight torso to her matching panties which were camel-toed into her cunt, accentuating the rounded wonder of her dark-haired mons. I knew those cunt lips to be the color of dark wine hiding the luscious pink of her vagina. The sight of her standing like that gave me an immediate hard-on. I wanted nothing more than to ejaculate all over her.
"Tie me," she said. "Finger me, then cum on me. I'm a slut. I will do anything to make you cum."
She didn't need to do much, and I didn't need much urging. I soon had her spread-eagled again, face-down. I put a pillow under her hips to make her cunt more accessible. Her labia parted slightly. She was already wet and glistening.
