Groped,Betrayed, Blackmail, [NC], [Blackmail], PART 14

Earl let Vicki steer the boat back to the landing. It had been years since she had been sailing, but she picked up on it quickly. She felt proud of herself. She had never handled a craft this size before . At scout camp, all they had were small “sunfish” sail boats, strictly beginner crafts. After tying up, they showered at the outside shower on the dock, drying each other off with the provided towels. In spite of the situation, she found it an exhilarating feeling, being outside nude, with other people around and no one really noticing, except for the occasional admiring male. When she considered her body, she wondered why, but she had decided the guys were not, in fact, looking her over in disgust. As they rode back toward the resort, they passed a group of people playing horseshoes. Earl brought the cart to a screeching stop. “What a perfect sport to play naked,” he excitedly said. He took her by the hand and led her over to the pit. After explaining the rules, he handed her the set of horse shoes and had her take a turn. She didn’t come close to a ringer. Close may count in horseshoes, but she wasn’t even in the ballpark. She quickly suggested Earl stay and find some better players to join. She wanted some time to herself. To her surprise, he agreed, telling her to take the cart. She declined having never driven one before and besides it wasn’t much further to their room .
She walked alone down the path, naked as the day she was born. She was surprised to discover she wasn’t afraid, or self conscious about her nudity. She knew this whole thing was wrong, and she had been forced into it. She rationalized the way she felt by telling herself that. How many more days was it before she could return to her life, to her husband. How many more, or how few ?

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [NC], PART 13

Vicki finished her bath uninterrupted. As she sat in front of mirror Earl came in , goosed her a bit. and stepped into the shower. The little tweaking at her ribs gave her goose bumps. She wouldn’t try to interpret their meaning. She finished with her nightly primping, got up and left the room. Not bothering to put anything on, she climbed into bed naked and rolled over on her side facing the edge of the bed. “I’ve survived two nights, she thought to herself, how many more, four ? She tried not to ponder what might be next in the ordeal. Soon, she felt Earl climb in beside her, moving up close, spooning her. She felt his cock slip between her butt cheeks and rest there, his hand reaching around under her arm and cupping her breast. Of course he was naked also. “Did he even bother to bring clothes?” she wondered. She felt herself drifting off to sleep. She didn’t try to fight it.

Groped, Betrayed,Blackmailed, [NC], [Blackmail] Part 12

Vicki was about to drift off to sleep, still lying beside Earl, his arms wrapped around her. Suddenly she felt the palm of his hand slap her ass, firmly, but not really painfully. “ Get up!, fucking makes me hungry, they have a very nice little restaurant here, but we need to get cleaned up a bit, don’t you think ?”, he barked with a laugh. Of course, he meant getting cleaned up together. Hardly anything was done in private. She rolled off the bed and followed him to bathroom. He already had the water running in the shower. He soaped her up first. Paying careful attention to her tits, spending more time than necessary soaping them up with his bare hands,then her stomach, and then moving lower to her crotch, spending more time than needed there too. She had to take his hand at one point. And tell him to please be more gentle, she was awfully sore after the pounding he gave her, although the warm water did feel good, she would rather soak in a hot bath. When he finished, it was her turn. She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her. She started with his chest, soaping him up from below his neck down to his stomach, rubbing with her hands round and round his chest and nipples, working lower down towards his stomach. As she washed him, she noticed how taught his abs were, really no flab at all. When she reached his cock, she knew there was no need in avoiding it and it immediately sprung to attention at her touch. Totally soft to start, she felt it harden and grow to the point her fingers wouldn’t quite reach around it. Not wanting to deal with it again so soon, she soaped up her hands and moved to his balls. They hung much lower than her husbands. When he fucked her they really slapped against her ass. She tried to turn her thoughts elsewhere, not pleased at the tingling between her own legs. She quickly moved behind him, working on his back first, moving down towards his ass next. She didn’t linger there, as he did on her own,but she did rub both cheeks with her hands, taking note of how tight his glutes were. Once she had him dried off, he told her to finish getting ready. He wanted her made up and looking her best so he could show her off. Suddenly it struck her. “ We’re wearing clothes to eat aren’t we ?” “Of course not” Earl answered. “Why would we ?” Vicki recoiled at the thought. She thought quickly and said “at least let me wear the bottoms to a swimsuit I brought along, please” she pleaded. Earl looked her over, standing naked before him. “I don’t know why you’d want to cover that body up, but ok, this time. Till you get more comfortable in your surroundings”. Vicki went to her suitcase and dug out the bikini bottoms. They didn’t offer much coverage, but at least it was something. She slipped into the bathroom to put them on. Looking in the mirror, she realized she needed a trim, and she hadn’t brought a razor. Sheepishly she stepped into the room. “Did you bring a razor”. Earl glanced down at her pubes spilling out from the sides of the bikini bottoms. “Yeah that’s not a nice look at all, looks better without em.” “Please”, you said I could wear them.” As he continued to look, he answered, “I brought one, but its an old style double edge Gillette, You’d probably slice yourself to pieces. I’ll go see what they have in the gift shop in the lobby.” She didn’t bother telling him that’s what she grew up using.She had sliced her legs up a few times and knew to be very careful, especially when giving herself a bikini trim. But anything to delay the inevitable.
When he returned he had an overpriced ladies slim style razor, shaving cream with Aloe (what a nice touch), and also a few other items in the bag. Wear this tonight too, since you won’t go naked, as you should. She looked inside and found a very sheer, see through black mesh cover up that matched the color of the bottoms. the length fell almost to her ankles. also in the bag was a pair of gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain necklace. She took the package and disappeared into the bathroom. She carefully trimmed her bush so that the hairs no longer protruded from around the leg bands. She removed just enough, as she had long ago when she wore skimpy, for her, swimsuits. she liked her bush, as did her husband. She then pulled the bottoms on, put on the sheer cover up, then the ear rings and necklace. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked like a cheap hotel whore. The cover up hid nothing, her tits and nipples were clearly visible, as were her butt cheeks from the back. She almost decided to strip it all off and go naked. But as she checked herself out in the full length mirrors, she decided it did help with some of the ‘flaws” she saw brought on by age. But then she thought to herself,”what the fuck do I care”. She ran a brush through her long hair, touched up her make up and walked out into the room. Earl was waiting. When he saw her his eyes brightened and he exclaimed “damn, look at you.” She didn’t say anything, but like all women, she appreciated the approval in his voice.
Earl had secured one of the golf carts provided by the resort to get around in. Of course, he was naked, head to toe. His cock started spring to attention when he saw her. He did nothing to hide it as they loaded up in the cart. He drove slowly through the village, Naked couples, and mostly naked men, paid close attention as they passed. She knew she was getting approving looks, even though she was, compared to the rest, dressed. To save her life, she couldn’t ride along with the disgusted scowl on her face that she felt she should have, it just didn’t fit her personality. She felt her face muscles easing, not quite a smile came over her features, but neither was she frowning.
At the restaurant, her “cover up” did little to cover the embarrassment she felt as they were seated. God, she glanced at Earl walking in naked. Thankfully, she thought, his hard on had subsided to just a “semi”. All the men were completely naked. She noticed that although none of the other women had their breasts covered, some were wearing bottoms of some sort,frilly, skimpy, Victoria’s Secret panties seemed a popular choice, maybe she could suggest that to Earl on subsequent nights out. After they were seated, a waitress,wearing nothing but a tiny g-string took their drink order. Vicki decide to just have wine, Earl a scotch. Maybe if he got drunk enough he wouldn’t be able to perform and she’d be left alone ?. As they had their drinks, she noticed the stares. Guys started dropping by, introducing themselves, first names only, and made no effort to hide the fact they were checking her out. Of course, they spoke first to Earl, but then their eyes were all on her, her tits had just as well been bare like all the the others. A time or two, or more, she heard the men ask Earl, “will you two be playing?”. The question, at first was lost on her, but when she heard him respond, “we haven’t decided yet” it suddenly dawned on her what was being asked. This was a “swingers” resort, as it had been boldly advertised. Surely he had no intention on making her have sex with other men. or women. She felt a sudden pang in her stomach. But why wouldn’t he expect her to ?. It had never come up, it had been just him before. She put the thought out of her mind as she took another drink of her wine and noticed the activity around all the other tables, as if deals were being made. Earl was noticing too. Sitting beside him, she suddenly felt his hand on her exposed leg under the table. Without hesitating he moved between her legs, and she felt it. The long bony finger, working back and forth, up and down her slit. She cringed,and tried to close her legs, but he forced them back apart, giving himself room for the lewd act. She didn’t try to stop him again, it would have been useless, and she didn’t want to ignite his anger later.He continued as they waited on their meal. Over another round of drinks, he asked her what she thought of the “getaway” he had chosen. “well, its certainly a new experience for me, eye opening, I’ll have to say’. But I never would have chosen it myself.” His eyes dancing, Earl replied, well we’ll see what you think at the end of the week, and maybe you can pick a place next time”.
At that Vicki thought, he never intends to let this go. She felt him take her hand and place it on his cock. She knew what to do. As he was had done to her, she lightly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and moved her hand up and down along its length. She felt it growing beneath her touch, taking one finger, she placed it on the lower side, and starting at his ball sack, ran it lightly along the shaft to the tip of his penis, around the mushroom head, and back to his balls, then taking her hand, she lightly tickled his hairy scrotum. Looking across the room, beneath the other tables, she knew her actions could be seen by others too. She felt terribly embarrassed, but what could she do ?. She didn’t know how long she should continue, how excited she should get him, here in the restaurant. Thankfully, just before she was sure he was about to burst, he took her hand and laid it in her own lap. Over a couple more drinks apiece, they ate their meal. Earl being very attentive to her, as if he was almost worshiping her as he eyed her closely. It made her uncomfortable being watched so closely, so admiringly. As they got ready to leave, he stood up, moved behind her, and helped pull her chair back. “My oh my, what a gentleman he is”, she thought to herself, sarcastically. As they made their way out of the restaurant, she felt the eyes of most of the males following her. Earl noticed too, as he watched them admiring his “catch”. Surprisingly, he drove them back to the room without having an accident. Parking the cart, he walked around, and helped her out. His cock was already hardening again. He opened the door, and they stepped inside the darkened room.
He closed the door, and then took her by the arm, turning her to face him.The light coming through the too sheer drapes helped illuminate the room a bit, giving it an almost romantic allure. He stood gazing at her body,standing before him in the all but invisible article of clothing. His arousal was evident. He reached towards her, unties the wrap at her waist, then reaching up, slid it off her shoulders. It dropped at her feet. For someone who had been blackmailed, and forced ibto her current situation, her body body continued to betray her. She knew what was about to happen to her again. Was it fair to call it rape ? Of course it was she reasoned. Just because her body reacted to the physical pleasure exerted on her, and which she admitted, she participated in, it wasn’t something she had desired. or would she have ever gone seeking it. Just as long, long ago when a teenage boyfriend had forced himself on her after she told him no repeatedly, and still he got on top of her, trapping her, and had his way with her, that time her body had betrayed her, and she had multiple orgasms as he stimulated her pleasure zones. She knew then it was purely a physical reaction that she couldn’t help. just as it was now. She was sure. Nevertheless, she could feel the tingling in her loins, feel her wetness building between her legs. Merely a physical reaction she told herself as Earl stared at her, leered at her. As they stood there, she reached into the waistband of her bottoms, pulled them over her hips and let them drop to the floor.It was what was expected, right?.

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [NC], [MF]

PART 11

They rode along in silence for a few miles. Vicki sat stone faced, staring straight ahead, not caring that she was still topless and not trying to cover herself. It would have been pointless anyway. Sitting with the seat back up again, and out on the interstate, no one could see her anyway except for the occasional semi truck that Earl made a point of riding beside for too long, giving the driver, if he bothered, a look at her tits. A time or two they layed on their air horn and gave a thumbs up. She didn’t care. Without turning her head, she spoke in an emotionless tone, “There’s some napkins in the pocket on the drivers door, would hand them to me please ?” Earl reached down, grabbed the napkins and handed them to her. Then taking a water bottle she poured water on several and started wiping the dried cum off her cheeks, then her tits. Earl glanced over at her as she finished and said “feel better now with that all cleaned up?” She didn’t answer or look his way. “You know, you really should try to be a little nicer, things would go a lot better for you, and who knows, you might just enjoy yourself,right?. And with that, Earl took his weathered, calloused, hand, placed it on her exposed thigh and gave it a little squeeze. He left his hand there as they drove along,lightly running his fingers up and down her inner thigh. It reminded Vicki of the first time he had groped her in her classroom. bony finger working back and forth up and down her ass crack..it gave her chills.

[FM] Wifey and her past teaching adventure

One of the many encounters my wife had when we first dated was when she was a teacher. She had quite a few encounters while teaching, mostly with a couple of the other male teachers she worked with, but especially the principal. It all started when they went to a national teaching convention in NC. There was an off number of rooms and my wife ended up having her own room. (principal) was an older black guy, around 15ish years older than her at the time. They went out for dinner and light drinks after the second day of the conference. Light drinks turned into more drinks which turned into him coming back to her room. She confessed after the trip, we were not married yet, what had happened. Apparently he was incredible, and was able to go a few rounds with her until around 3am the next morning, then once more before the conference started at 9am again. She said he was dirty, rough, really bottomed out on her, etc. From this point after the conference, she sat on his lap for the next year and a half until he left the school. It was such a turn on knowing this. I met him several times, and he did not know I knew about them. Fast forward to recently I actually ran into him at a local bar in March right as things started opening up again. I told him about how I knew, he was drunk, and spilled many details about how good she tasted, how much she creamed for him, squirted, took his seed well and was his little slut teacher.

The Village (F POV, MF, bond, nc)

The plains have been your home for as long as you can remember. You and your family are nomads, wandering from place to place with the seasons. Life has always been peaceful, despite the work and the hardship. Everything changed when your people were attacked by the Rak’thar, a ruthless pack of brigands and cutthroats. You tried to help defend your friends and family, but you were soon knocked down by the fist of a particularly muscular brute. As you hit the ground, you can faintly hear him call to another bandit, “Oh she’s a beauty! The Chief is gonna love her!” The last thing you hear before you slip into oblivion is their raucous laughter.

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail],[MF],[NC]

PART 10….After the tryst with Lisa, Things more or less returned to normal. Since her sexual “reawakening” as her husband termed it, he wanted more and more sex, continuing the blowjobs and every position they could wriggle into, and even occasionally anal, which she was getting better at relaxing for, an would have some really nice orgasms from. He was amazed at, and took every opportunity to express to her, the change in her over the last few months. He was still suspicious as to what brought it all about, but she never mentioned anything, and she had always been totally up front with him before.

Having my way with Amanda. [ MF, NC, slow build up ]

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual assault, and this story is for entertainment purposes. Regardless of gender No means No! All characters in this story are also fictional and do not exist. Any similar events are purely coincidental.

Depending on the response I get from this story I may continue and create more storylines.

My name is John. I am 34 and recently single. I work in an office building creating papers or origin for products that my company makes. It’s a typical 9-5 with good pay and benefits. I’m your average guy. Average height, average build, average looks. What’s not average is my taste in women. Most guys love the hot babe with the beach body and big tits. The one’s that are outgoing, love to have fun, party, ect. I myself am the exact opposite. I like the shy, dorky, quiet, weak, submissive women. As for physique I like women flat as a board & skinny as a rail.

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [Consensual], [NC], [MF]

PART 8

At the restaurant, Earl had reserved a U shaped booth so Vicki, at his insistence, could sit in the middle, with her husband on one side, and him on the other. Her husband blindly followed along. Once seated, Earl ordered a round of drinks snd again started bringing up memories of both their years at school. An awful lot of his memories included time spent in Vicki’s room,Will thought. Vicki sat there beside him, politely listening, but offering little. Will wondered if he would bring up the groping incident and Vicki shoving him over the desks. That would have caused some guffaws huh ?
As their drinks arrived and they looked over the menu’s, Vicki, unbelievingly, but then not really,felt a hand on her knee. It was not her husbands. Inconspicuously, Earl had dropped his hand below, and was lightly caressing her leg, inching higher and higher under the flimsy material. As before, Vicki felt like she could do nothing but sit there and take it. His hand continued to inch higher, talking to her husband now, about his business, the weather, sports, anything to draw his attention away from where his hand was. He soon reached her panties, and boldly started fingering her crotch. This was even hotter and was turning him on more than the time at his house, in front of family when he rubbed ass while standing at the fireplace. She squirmed a bit, but didn’t stop him. She sat there now while he ran his finger up and down her slit. Amazed to feel her getting wet, and then boldly, quickly, easing his finger inside her panties, while her husband sat there, listening to small talk.

The Business Deal – Part 18 – Conclusion – [MF][MF][Seduction][Cheating][Non-Consensual Consent][Swapping]

Part 18

Ben sat at his desk in a daze. He couldn’t believe what just happened. The conversation he just had with Stephen was unreal and beyond anything he could have imagined. How the hell had he gotten himself into this situation? What the hell was he going to do? Stacy was going to flip. There was no way she would go through with it. That was for sure. But to strike out in his first job because the sleazeball boss wanted to sleep with his wife? What the actual fuck.

He didn’t speak with his wife last night when he got home. She sensed his mood but he passed it off as stress. She didn’t press the issue and went to her yoga class in the evening per usual. When she got home, Ben was just watching TV and seemed to need some space. He kissed her good night and gave her an extra long hug.

In the morning, Ben drove in as usual but his mind was completely elsewhere. Stephen had given him until the end of the week to give him a response, but he just didn’t see a way to do that. Time passed slowly at his desk until it was almost lunchtime. He had no appetite and was merely staring blankly at his computer screen for the last half hour.