Blackmailing the MILFs - Chapter Four

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Sypnosis

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, well for our two heroines, or should that be victims, Saskia and Emma, it certainly is.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

NC, MF

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Part One – Time for Saskia to P(l)ay

The next day Saskia had to work, which was fortunate, it allowed her to keep her mind of Emma’s and her predicament. Despite what she had said to her friend she was a little bit concerned at her reaction to the sex acts that she performed the night before. As the morning wore on she started to become more and more resigned to what fate held for Emma and herself, allowing herself to find some inner peace.

This peace was not even shattered by Emma’s panicked phone call that lunchtime.
It took her ages for her to get the details out of the sobbing friend, that the barman from the night before had raped her. Her answer was logical, cold and brutal maybe, but the only one in the circumstances

“Emma, this was heading in no other way. Do you think it would have just been enough for us to give them a show and blow jobs” the coldness of the logic chilled the woman on the other end of the phone “Emma, tell you what I finish at eight tonight, I’ll come straight round and we will discuss this, okay honey” “ppplease, thanks” “Okay see you around nine then”

As she walked out to her car at the end of her shift her phone went off. “It’s Michael, met me at Tesco’s in 15 minutes” she was ordered. “Please, I’ve had a long day, I’m tired” “tough” was the unsympathetic reply.

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Part Two – A Late Night Meet

Shaking her head, she climbed into her car to go and meet her tormentor. As she pulled away she dialled her friend “Emma, I’m not sure what time I’ll be around tonight, that bastard has just rung me” a gasp and then “oh Saskia, don’t go, please don’t go” “Emma, Emma we’re in too deep now, if we don’t carry on, then all this will be for nothing. So they get to fuck me, big deal, it can’t be worse than our families and friends seeing that vile piece of filth. Now don’t worry and I’ll contact you as soon as I can”
Climbing out of her car, trying to see Michael in the deepening gloom of evening, she heard her phone ring.

‘Hello’

“Black van, in the corner of the car park, the furthest corner from the garage, be quick” and with that Michael rang off.

As she put the phone away, she regretted was she was wearing, the navy blue blouse showed a little too much cleavage, and the mid-thigh navy skirt would allow him an easy access to her pussy, she shivered at thinking the word pussy, ‘where did that come from’ she thought to herself, her long slim legs clad in dark tights. She looked again at her cleavage, made more impressive by a push-up bra. The only part of her clothing that could not be misconstrued was her panties, which were a nice, safe pair of bikini cut, and then stopped, no, oh no she thought, all those were in the wash, she had put on a thong “bollocks”, she said her voice barely above a whisper “bollocks, bollocks”.

She wandered off in the general direction of the car, with every step she become more and anxious. She looked around, noticing that the people the lights were thinning out, that there were no cars parked, and therefore no one would see what would happening to her.

As she walked to the van she knew she would have to go through with this, follow it to wherever it led. She just hoped that Emma would be strong enough to cope, and what more, survive.
As she approached the parked vehicle she could just make out a figure standing by the rear side door.

Stealing herself, she got nearer and nearer until she could she saw that it was Michael. Sliding open the side door for her, he helped her into the dark interior, lifting her skirt up, grabbing and squeezing her arse as he did. Wordlessly, he climbed into behind her.

As he slid the door shut he flicked a switch. This caused a number of small spotlights to come on, infusing the interior with a soft glow, a glow which could under other circumstances she would have considered almost romantic. She looked around the interior, a mattress covered with a sleeping bag confirming her suspensions; she was to suffer the same as Emma. A shudder ran down her spine.

Turning back she looked at him “was it necessary for your friend to rape Emma?” she spat out at him.

“No, but it was fun” was the shocking, heartless reply.

She looked at him in shock “you heartless bastard” she spat at him “my friend is in pieces”.
He looked at her coldly “he was still horny after last night, so we thought why not, you were at work, she weren’t , and anyway, you two weren’t so unwilling last night” he leered.

Her face reddened “that was so you didn’t send that video, you know that you bastard, you fucking bastard”, a smile played across his lips “really” was all he said.

Suddenly a scene from a porn film started to play on a concealed LCD screen; low sounds of a woman unmistakably having an orgasm came through the speakers. She looked up, recognizing the voice, but hoping she was wrong, but no, she was right.

“Fuck yes, that’s it fuck me, fuck me like a slut, use your hand like a cock, that’s it. Fuck, fuck, fuck OOOOOH FUUUUUUUCK” coming from the speakers, in Emma’s voice and on the screen a naked Emma with sitting next to her a naked Saskia, whose fingers were deep inside her friend’s pussy.

Confusion clouded her mind for a moment then it hit her; this was from last night’s meeting.

“It looks pretty real to me, people will think you are proper pair of whores if they see that, two old birds getting off on showing for a couple of younger men, and then giving them blow jobs”, you’re be lucky if anybody talk to after that, let alone save your worthless marriages”

A new scene appeared, both of the women sitting there, enthusiastically sucking the cocks of the two young men while furiously masturbating themselves to a loud, and obviously real orgasm.
Tears started to slide down her face, she suddenly realised how far she was in, she started to unbutton her blouse, each button bringing more of her cleavage into view.

“Do you want this set of underwear as well” she snapped at him, her eyes blazing with anger.

He just sat there, coolly watching her starting to undress, revelling in his control of this woman, of the anger in her eyes.

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Part Three – New Experience (1)

Leering as button by button more of her large breasts, cleavage pushed together and up by her bra, came into his view. She had to lean forward to pull it from the waist of skirt, causing them to almost fall into Michael’s lap. Every movement making them shake, making them threaten to fall out of her top.

Even though it was only twenty four hours since he seen them in the flesh, and less than two since he had watched her on film, the sight of them was still impressive.
He could fell his cock hardening in his trousers, almost fit to burst through the fabric.

She moved to start to remove the skirt. “No, the bra” she looked at him “now, we don’t have all day bitch”

Stun into action by the harshness of his words, her eyes blazing with a combination of anger, hurt and now fear, she reached to the clasp of the front opening bra. The cups fell away, framing her breasts.

Before she had a chance to fully remove the garment, Mike lunged forward, grabbing both breasts in his hands, but this was not the gentle squeezing of the night before, this was rougher.

As he mauled her he abused her “I bet you love this whore, I bet you love having your large middle-aged tits mauled by a young stud. I bet you got off yesterday showing young guys your tits. An old whore like you, bet it’s not the first either.” As each word came out, his hands got rougher, mauling her, pinching and twisting her nipples. Then, as suddenly as the assault began, it stopped.

His hand grabbed one of hers, forcing it into his lap, sliding it up and down the bulge, using it to wank himself through the fabric.

“Take it out” she just looked at, her hand on his crotch, he slapped across the face “I said take the fucking thing out whore” “slap me again and I’ll yell rape” she hissed back.
He looked at for a moment, the evil glint in his eye matching the evilness of his smile.

“Rape, you came here under your own steam, you are sitting in my van, your titties swinging for England, I wonder if they will convict me? And I wonder if that other dumb whore you call a friend would appreciate that, when we release this” his thumb jerked up in the direction of the video screen “you and her, naked, lezzing it up and then giving two young guys blowjobs? I wonder, shall we see eh whore?” he brought up other hand, slapping her across the face.

He reached down and picked up his phone “let’s see, I have her number here somewhere, ah here we are” he started to dial, stopping when he heard the sound of his zip being pulled down, and the feel of Saskia’s hand entering the opening, reaching round and pulling out his cock.

“That’s it whore, I think we understand each other, I know the perfect use for those old titties of yours.”

She looked at him quizzically, “my tit..breasts” she almost blushed at nearly using the word.

Smiling he reached behind and handed her a bottle. She looked down at it “baby oil?” She asked, confusion in her voice. “Yeah, baby oil. What, with a pair of big old titties like those you’re not telling me you have never titty fucked a bloke before?” he smirked, “looks like I get to take your tit fuck cherry. I wouldn’t be surprised if you still have your arse cherry” the last part was said in such an offhand manner, she almost couldn’t believe what she had heard, but before she could say anything he grabbed the bottle back and he spoke again “hold out your hands” when she complied, squeezed a generous amount of the cold, gel like substance into them.

“Now work it into the middle of your tits” she reached down and started to massage the oil in. “Not too much, you want to leave some on the surface, here” he reached forward, squeezed some more onto each breast, and then sat back, content to watch as the woman lifted and separated her breasts, massaging and rubbing the oil into each one, causing his cock to twitch.

“That’s enough, now lay back, good” she laid herself back, her breasts falling to each side. Mike came forward until his cock was in the valley of her cleavage, “now squeeze your titties together” she placed a hand at the side of each breast and squeezed them together, creating a channel to engulf his cock.

He then proceeded to slide his cock up and down, slowly at first, and then with increasing force, revelling in the feel of her oiled up breasts, and the fact that he was getting a tit fuck from a once respectable, married woman old enough to be his mother, all the time calling her whore, slut, belittling her, abusing her.

Harder and harder, he thrust, raping her breasts, hitting her chin. Then his came, great globs of cum, on her breasts, stomach and landing on her face to mix in with her tears, as he went back, some dripping of the end to land on her skirt.

“Clean yourself up, you look like a whore” “Any tissues?” he looked at her and laughed “use your fingers” staring him straight in the eye, she scooped up his semen with her fingers, bringing it to her mouth and licked it off.

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Part Four – Paying the Piper

The sight of her debasing herself at his command caused him to regain his hardness.
He told her to lie back, and then worked is hands up her legs, under the hem of her skirt, until his hands reached her pussy. He started to rub it though her tights, trying to make her wet, trying to make her body humiliate itself.

Suddenly he ripped open her tights, and thrust one finger inside her, working it back and forth. Despite herself, despite the situation, her body started to react.

“Well” he sneered “you are a little old slut, and there was you about to call rape” he felt her engorged clit pop out “you’re getting off on this slut, whore, fucking cunt”.

“No, no please stop, I don’t want this, pleeessseee ssttoooooopppp it” she begged.
He leant forward, “no” he whispered in her ear.

Removing his fingers, he started to move it towards her mouth. She clamped her lips together, determined to prevent this further humiliation, as it got nearer she could smell her own aroma on his finger.

He moved the finger across her lips, when she refused to open them, he grabbed her nose with his other hand, cutting off her air supply, the moment she opened her mouth to breath, he thrust his fingers in, all the time abusing her “is this the taste of someone who doesn’t want this whore?”

He moved his hands back down, pushing her skirt up around her waist, he grabbed her hand, placed it on his cock “put it in” she didn’t “I said PUT IT IN” he slapped her face again when she didn’t comply, “if I have to ask again...” his hand went to her nipple, violently twisting it, causing her to gasp in pain.

With a resigned sigh she inserted the cock into her pussy.

He started to thrust into her, hammering away at her. Back and forth he went. Grabbing her legs, he raised them, instinctively, before she understood, she wrapped them around her.

“You want this whore” he hissed in her ear “you want my young cock”, the menace is evident in his voice. “Yes” whispered “I want your young cock” “louder”, another loud, resigned sigh, and then louder “yes I want your young cock” “what my young hard cock in your old married whore pussy” “yes” silent tears starting to fall “I want your young hard cock in my old married whore pussy”

All the time, he was hammering away, the more she talked dirty, the harder he thrust. Then suddenly, without warning, he stopped, disengaging himself he turned her on her front. She complied, thinking he wanted to change positions. She was right, sort off.

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Part Five – New Experiences (2)

She felt his fingers enter her pussy, working their way around, then slide up their way up the outside of her opening, up between the cheeks of her arse until they reached the opening of her anus.

“NO” she cried “not there I beg you, please not there, anything but that” silently, Mike worked his fingers in and out, coating the entrance with her own juices.

She felt his cock slide along until its head replaced his fingers at her opening, without a word, without any feeling for her; he started to thrust it in, marvelling at her tightness “you’re an anal virgin?” He said, incredulously, “Your old man never fucked you up the arse.”

He pulled back, and with a sudden push, thrust into her. The pain she felt was intense, so intense that she almost passed out, black closed in around her and it was only with a great effort of will that she remained conscious.

She could feel sliding back and forth, her insides on fire as he thrust; the pain almost still too much to bear. Her body moved with each thrust, her breasts swinging.

“Fuck you’re arse is tight, that’s it slut take it tell me what I’m doing” knowing that she had to satisfy him, knowing that now there was no escape, she gave in “you’re fucking my arse, my virgin, middle aged arse.” “want do you want” “I want your young hard cock in my arse, fuck me like a whore, that’s it baby, fuck me like a cheap dirty whore” trying to think of things to say, things that would cause him to finish so she could go, get away from the pain.

Suddenly, he gave a gasp, he pulled back, and she felt a tremble along his shaft. Thrusting forward, he filled her with his cum. He fell forward, resting on her back. He removed himself from her, and leant back against the seatbacks.

He went to turn her around to clean his cock but she had fainted. Trying to wake her, realising that it was not worth the bother, he decided he would have find something else.

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Epilogue

She suddenly became aware of her surroundings as she came round, she looked around her, she was in her car, parked near where the van had been. Her backside felt like it was on fire. She reached down and felt the stickiness there. “Bastard” she said out loud when it had hit her, he had used her clothes to clean himself up after anally raping her. On her fingers she smelt the combined aroma of his cum, her blood and excrement.

“Shit” then, whether from hysteria she did not know, she giggled at the appropriateness of the word.

Suddenly her phone rang. It was Emma, “wwwhere are you, are you still with him, it’s been hours” “No” she looked at the clock on her cars dashboard; shockingly it was gone eleven in the evening, three hours since she left work. “Look Emm, I had better get home or they’ll get suspicious. Look I’ll meet up with you tomorrow for a coffee”.

“Okay” trying not to sound upset “but are you okay” Saskia gave a bitter laugh “as okay as possible in the circumstances honey, night” and with that started her journey home, hoping that she would be able to get in without explaining anything.

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Do I sense that the tide is about to turn?

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And at last the final Chapter is ready...

Chapter 5

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