Baby Batter Blackmail

Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

Taylor VanCannon.

*****

February 2020

I leaned over the bathroom sink and touched up the freckles on my cheeks. A whispy lock of auburn hair fell down across my cheek and I brushed it aside. My protruding pigtails flapped as I shook my head from side to side. I pushed up my tits and snugged up the knot in my blouse to keep them elevated. My short plaid skirt barely covered my ass and was the perfect finishing touch.

Paul, my husband of four years, was into cosplay, something his first wife refused to indulge. He was engrossed watching his beloved Orlando Magic, oblivious to what I was up to. I snuck by him without drawing his attention and waited in the kitchen for the half-time buzzer.

At 35, I was 10 years Paul's junior. Despite an active sex life I was acutely aware that time was running out for me to bear a child. Lately I'd taken to fantasizing about unorthodox ways for me to get pregnant... and now I was about to take the leap and make it happen.

When I heard the buzzer go off, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. When it came to sex, Paul was still like a kid in a candy store, even after four years of marriage. My appetite was up to his libido, and I loved keeping it fresh for him. My schoolgirl outfit was his favorite, and as long as I didn't interfere with his game, he would be like putty in my hands. Getting him off wasn't the only thing on my mind today.

"Thanks," he said, taking the longneck from my outstretched hand. He looked over my outfit. "Are you the halftime show?"

I responded to his wide grin by licking my ruby red lips. I turned away from him and bent over, showing off my white bikini panties.

He reached out and tugged them down just enough to uncover my lily white ass and take a quick peek. My pubes were neatly trimmed to accentuate my pussy lips, and I kept my ass crack shaved... to indulge one of his many kinky fantasies. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks to nudge them open for a better view.

I giggled as I rolled my panties down my legs and kicked them up into his waiting hands.

"Nice," he said, stretching them over his face and sniffing.

"That's my dirty little panty sniffer," I said, egging him on.

He turned me around and I settled into his lap. He ran his hands down my back and gave my ass a firm squeeze.

I pressed myself into his crotch and searched for the beginnings of his erection. He looked silly with my panties stretched over his face, but that didn't stop me from kissing him through the thin fabric. I slipped them aside so I could probe his mouth with my tongue and ground myself against his crotch until I felt his bulge grow beneath me.

He massaged my ass cheeks, curling his fingertips up into my hairless crack.

I nibbled his earlobe and rubbed his smoothly shaved head. In a breathy whisper, I said, "Pull out that big cock for me."

He loved to hear me say nasty things and was eager to believe my little white lie; after all, his cock was barely average. I rose to give him room to free his cock.

He sucked in a big breath as I rubbed his erection with my wet gash.

"Tell me what you want, Baby; I'm feeling real nasty tonight." I gazed into his steely blue eyes while he pondered the possibilities. I was sure I knew where he would go, but I wanted to hear him ask for it.

"Do that thing... where you bend over and suck my cock."

I was a gymnast in college and later turned to yoga to keep myself flexible. The combination left me with some mad skills when it came to making love. I stood and pulled Paul's face into my crotch.

He lifted my skirt and nuzzled my neatly trimmed bush. He nibbled it with his lips, like he was trying to twist my kinky hair into tiny braids. In one smooth motion, I turned and jackknifed my body until my mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

I heard him moan and wondered if it was the result of his cock in my mouth or his view of my ass. I was pretty sure I knew his next move, but I could never be sure.

True to form, he rimmed my asshole with the tip of his tongue and I let him know I approved by driving his hard cock deep into my throat. He tickled my tiny rosebud while I slathered his cock with saliva to get it lubed up for my tight ass. I cupped his balls and massaged them, patiently waiting for him to make his move. As soon as I felt the tip of his tongue force open my tight pucker, I reached down under his balls and rubbed his ass crack, digging my finger up into his asshole.

He used his thumbs to tease my ass open so he could force more saliva into me. He squirmed with delight as I held his cock deep in my throat.

"I'm ready," he said breathlessly, "I want your ass."

I flipped back up and licked his ear while I rubbed the stubble of his grey flecked beard. I knew I'd already fulfilled his fantasy, but I couldn't resist kicking it up a notch with something nasty. "Does Daddy want to fuck his sexy schoolgirl?"

His eyes widened and he nodded, enthusiastically.

"Does Daddy want to fuck his sexy girl in her tight little ass?"

He guided his cock towards my ass crack, searching for the right spot.

"Oh yeah, Daddy, right there. Push that big cock up into my tight ass. Can you do that for me, please Daddy?"

I grimaced as he forced my ass open with the head of his cock.

"Oh, Daddy, it's s-o-o-o big."

His eyes were wild with lust, and I knew right away that he was already past the point of no return. "Oh, Daddy, are you ready to come in my ass?" I grimaced as I forced myself down the length of his shaft, stretching myself open to take him all the way in.

"Yes, yes, yes," he shouted, blasting rope after rope of cum up into me.

"Oh, Daddy, I can feel your cum in my ass... give it to me... give me all your cum."

I sat still on his lap and used my muscles to milk his cock until I had drained it. "Oh yes, Daddy, that's just what your sexy girl needs. Lots of cum... lots of sticky white cum up her tight ass."

He slouched back into the couch, gasping for breath as I gazed into his loving eyes.

He returned my gaze, grateful to have such an understanding wife. "That was so hot... do you want to come?"

I smiled and squeezed his soft cock, careful not to pop it out of my ass. It was time to tell him what I really wanted, and his mood would never be better. I ignored his question... for now. "I heard from Dr. Bauer."

He looked confused.

"Our fertility doctor... we met with him last November."

"Oh," he said, wondering why I would bring that up. "I thought we agreed it wouldn't work for us."

Since Paul had already fathered a child with his first wife, I fully expected our fertility problems to lie with me. It came as a complete shock to find out the problem was with Paul. To hear the doctor explain it, his baby batter aged much faster than he did. Since Paul flipped out when the doctor suggested a sperm donor, insisting that any child of his must have his DNA, I let it go... until recently. My biological clock was ticking, and I resented Paul's attitude. He was open to adoption, but it was such a long and arduous process that I couldn't get motivated to pursue it. I steeled my nerves before replying; I'd never blatantly lied to him before. "He called me last Friday."

"What did he say?"

I told him about new experiments out of Germany, where they could concentrate a sperm sample and increase its potency for in-vitro fertilization. They'd achieved a very good success rate for men diagnosed with fertility problems like ours.

He seemed dubious. "Do I really have to go through all that again, I mean, really, jacking off into test tubes."

"No," I said, with a straight face. "Dr. Bauer said your previous samples would be sufficient. In fact, he's already sent them off to Germany for processing. I have an appointment for Wednesday, the second week of March."

"I don't know," he said, doing some mental math, "That's right in the middle of Alan's spring break... and it's his 21

st

birthday."

I smiled, knowing that his presence was an essential part of my plan. When Paul said our child must have his DNA, it occurred to me that maybe half his DNA would be close enough... and his son could fill that bill. It was unfortunate that Paul's first wife was Korean, and Alan looked more like his mother than his father. But I was desperate, and willing to take the chance that my baby would look enough like Paul to pass as his. Besides, if I could fake the father of my child, I could certainly fake a little Korean heritage in my ancestry. I had no idea how I might acquire Alan's sperm, but figured I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. "I'd be in and out in a few hours; just have to take a hormone cocktail about two weeks before the appointment. That's it. Easy peasy."

He furtively glanced over my shoulder to check the game. It was only ten minutes into halftime, and I desperately wanted his approval. I needed to get his focus back on me. "Guess who I ran into the other day?"

His eyes perked up. He'd always had a perverse fascination with my ex lovers, which I initially chalked up to jealousy. But I was wrong... he used those intimate details to fuel his own cuckold fantasy. Once I realized what he wanted, I was only too happy to indulge him... embellishing my past encounters when necessary. He even took to giving my exes nicknames based on their sexual proclivities. "Firehose?"

I giggled. Firehose was one of his favorites, a big man with a massive set of balls that could spew an endless stream of cum. "No... it was Tuna Can."

He licked his lips. Tuna Can sported a thick, stubby cock which I loved to ride. He stretched open my cunt, providing me with multiple orgasms as his thick cock pressed against my clit. "Where?"

"He pulled up next to me at a stoplight."

"Oh," he said, disappointed.

"I gave him a brief wave and pointed to my phone."

"He called you?"

I nodded. The wave was true, but the phone wasn't. "We caught up on old times. I even thought about inviting him over to meet you."

That got his attention. He gulped. It was the first time I'd ever hinted that his cuckold fantasy might come to life.

I nibbled on his earlobe. "I bet you'd love to watch me fuck Tuna Can?"

He grinned and licked his lips. "Is his cock really as fat as a tuna can?"

I nodded... it was actually true. "You sure you wouldn't mind... I'd really love to fuck him again... for old times' sake."

He winked. "Get off for me... again... while you tell me about fucking Tuna Can." He untied the knot in my blouse and grabbed a handful of my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.

I moaned softly into his ear, then reached down between my legs and threaded my fingers through my kinky pubes.

He kissed me, smothering my moaning with his broad lips. I responded with my tongue, forcing his lips open. Our tongues tangled in an intricate dance as I flicked my hard little button with the tip of my ring finger.

I smiled and gave him what he craved: a litany of the dirtiest Tuna Can highlights I could conjure up while furiously fingering myself. His cock stiffened inside my ass. "Oh yeah, Baby, give me more of your hard cock..."

He was happy to oblige me, nudging himself up into my ass as he tugged at my nipples.

"Oh yeah, Daddy," I cooed, "Fuck my ass... again... make me come for you." I pressed my finger against my hard little nub.

We came together in an earth shattering orgasm just as the whistle blew to start the second half.

*****

April 2020

For my plan to succeed, I needed to get a semen sample from Alan. I considered all the ways I might get him to volunteer a sample, but decided that I couldn't risk rejection. I would only have one chance to get this right; blackmail seemed to be the obvious answer.

Like most college kids coming home for spring break, I knew he'd show up with a healthy supply of dirty laundry. In the past, I would have gladly done it for him. However, guessing that he shared his father's panty fetish, I made sure I left a pair of dirty panties on the top of the laundry basket.

"Really, Libby?" Alan asked, defiantly. "You want me to do the laundry?" He was still close to his mother, so he refused to call me Mom.

I chuckled, putting him at ease. "It will do you good, build some character. And while you're at it, you can do our laundry too."

He shook his head in disgust and dragged his feet for two days before eventually tackling the laundry. And, just as I'd hoped, a pair of my lacy black panties were nowhere to be found in the clean clothes As luck would have it, the Orlando Solar Bears were playing this Sunday afternoon at the Amway Center, and since Paul was a diehard hockey fan, I knew it would be easy to get them both out of the house, giving me time to search Alan's room... and his computer.

"Adios," Paul said, as he and Alan drove off clutching their fan gear.

I quickly found my panties stuffed inside his pillow case. They were crusty with dried cum, which was even more that I had hoped for. It was probably all the evidence I needed to blackmail him, but I wanted extra insurance in case he wavered.

I stretched out my fingers and stared down at the keyboard of Alan's laptop. Cracking it would be child's play, after all, cybersecurity was my job. I had my own company and employers hired me to uncover employee computer fraud, along with unauthorized use of company property; it paid very well. I inserted my USB stick into his computer and booted it up with my own operating system.

I was looking for his porn stash and was mildly amused when I couldn't find it. Any kid that would jack off in his mom's... well, stepmom's panties, was certain to have porn on his computer. Luckily for me, he was no match for my computer skills. I found what I was looking for in the unused space on his hard drive; it was all I needed to access his porn account where I could see all the videos he'd favorited. I smiled when I realized he shared much of his father's taste in porn: redheads, hairy pussies, facials, gang bangs and cos play.

*****

My guys were in high spirits after the Solar Bears win. Alan excused himself, saying he was going to play

Call of Duty

remotely with his friends. Paul and I settled into the couch to watch the Magic play an away game against the Lakers. My plan was to distract Paul with a quick fuck during halftime, then with Paul occupied by the second half, I would go upstairs and confront Alan... and get my semen sample. My plan was crystal clear in my mind, but I had nagging doubts about all the things that might go wrong.

I needed something to calm my nerves. "Honey," I said, "How about getting us a couple of beers."

I reached for Paul's cock the moment the halftime buzzer sounded and scooted up into his lap. I hiked my slinky black dress and wiggled myself up against his rapidly growing cock.

He grinned. "You look like you're feeling nasty... I know I am!"

I smiled from ear to ear. He was going to make this easy for me. "Alan's upstairs... we'll have to be quiet."

I was just buzzed enough to indulge his favorite fantasy, one that wouldn't leave me screaming. "I'm in the mood for a facial!"

"You're reading my mind," he said, "Too bad we don't have a third."

I chuckled. Paul wouldn't let go of his cuckold fantasy... no matter how many times I told him no. "Really?" I asked, batting my eyes. It was the second time I'd let down my resistance. "And what would you have him do... come on my face so you can clean it up?"

A wide grin crossed his face and he nodded enthusiastically.

I dropped to my knees and tugged at his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. "I see... do you want to watch me blow him... or do you prefer to watch me fuck him?"

He ran his fingers through my thick auburn hair as I wolfed down his soft cock. "Both," he said between moans of pleasure.

"How about my ass... do you want to watch him fuck my ass." I reached under to massage his balls as I felt him stiffen in my mouth. I leaned back and gazed up at him.

He was delirious with lust... and too far gone to focus on his cuckold fantasy. "Oh yeah, Libby," he whispered, "More of that, suck my balls."

I stroked his shaft while I tickled his balls with the tip of my tongue. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, slathering them with my warm saliva.

"Mmmm," he moaned, "Take me deep."

I stood to get a better angle on his cock. He gripped my head and forced me down, jamming his cock deep in my throat. His groan of pleasure was guttural, and I knew he was getting close. I let him fuck my throat until I had to come up for air. He took over, stroking his cock while I knelt between his legs, keeping my face in his line of fire.

"Aaaragh," he cried out as he blasted me with a rope of hot cum.

I kept my lips pursed and let him splatter his load all over my face. When he was finished, I sucked the last few drops of cum from the head of his cock, then jumped up into his lap.

He kissed me on the lips, then lapped his sticky white cum off my face. I admired his moxie; there weren't many men who would hoover up their own cum. I glanced up at the TV; still several minutes left before the second half started. I pulled the crotch of my black panties aside and was pleasantly surprised that he was still firm enough to penetrate me. I was so wet he slipped in like a hot knife through butter.

"Want to come?" he asked, already knowing my answer.

I nodded and squeezed his cock with my cunt. I could feel him going soft, so I reached down and pressed my fingers into my mound. "How about you?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

Not exactly the enthusiasm I was expecting. I kept up the pressure on my clit, but my mind wandered back to Alan, and the task that lay ahead.

Paul helped me along, massaging my ass cheeks and curling his fingers up into my ass crack, fishing for my tight little rosebud with his fingertips. It was enough to chase Alan out of my mind. I moaned as I flicked my hard little button. "More," I said, leaving no doubt what I was referring to.

He slipped one finger from each hand under the hem of my panties and wiggled them up into my asshole, stretching me open.

I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck yeah, Baby."

He kissed me, smothering my moaning to keep me quiet. Our tongues tangled as our fingers worked their magic on my body, sending me careening towards a powerful orgasm.

His cock stiffened inside me as I squeezed it with the muscles of my vagina. "Can you come again... inside me?"

There was no shrug this time. He responded by lifting me up the length of his shaft and dropping me back down.

I let go of my clit and wrapped my arms around his neck. It gave me the purchase I needed to rock my hips on his cock, forcing him up against my hard little button.

We came together, locking our lips together to smother the combined sound of our orgasms. I settled down into his lap and milked his cock, drawing his cum up inside me.

"Nice job," he said, gasping for breath.

I smiled. "Not to mention that a little extra baby batter might come in handy for my doctor's appointment."

"Did you mean what you said... about letting me watch..."

Now was not the time to dash his hopes. "I'll think about it." I adjusted my panties to keep his load from leaking out.

*****

I stood in front of my dressing mirror practicing the stern look I would need to confront Alan. I smoothed the wrinkles out of my slinky black dress. The black panties I had discovered stuffed under his pillow were perfect for my opening move. I stuffed them into my bra and chugged the last of my beer for a little extra liquid courage.