Blackmailed Bride

Whoa! Kate! Calm yourself down. What are you thinking?

I would wait until John got home before I made a decision. He was always so logical and smart. I would feel out the situation and go from there.

I had time for a quick shower. I started the water and took my robe off. I looked at my legs and long trails of dried cum reached all the way to my knees. The tremendous amount Sergei had filled me with couldn't be contained in my pussy. It had leaked out.

"Oh my God! I can't believe how much I made Sergei cum!" I said out loud. When I heard myself, I noticed two things: that I was calling him "Sergei" and that my voice had a little pride in it. Could I actually be happy I made Sergei cum so hard?

I showered, and it wasn't the same as the day before. I luxuriated in the hot water, feeling my body, its power to make a man lust over it. Every place I touched reminded me of Sergei's hands or his mouth ... or his cock. The day before I had felt degraded and lessened. Today I felt I was blooming into the woman I always was meant to be. My body, after that shocking orgasm, felt more alive than it had ever been before. Like it finally recognized its true self.

Was I in shock or going crazy? Would I return to normalcy? Ever?

As I was drying off, I heard John calling.

"I'll be right out!" I said.

But, John came into the bathroom. He had seen me naked a hundred times over the years we were together. Out of nowhere, I took the towel and held it up in front of me, like he was a stranger who just barged in. Where did THAT come from?

"Not getting shy right before the wedding, are you?" he laughed.

"I guess I'm a little on edge. New apartment, big night tonight and the big day so close." I hesitated and finished drying.

John got close and hugged me. I hugged back and couldn't help feel how easily my arms went all the way around him. I noticed for the first time what a frail build he had. He felt like a girl in my arms.

"We have just enough time ... you know ..." He nodded toward the bedroom.

"John, I told you it's best to wait until the wedding night. To make it special." What I didn't tell him was earlier I was ravaged by a raging Russian until the top of my head blew off while he shot copious amounts of DNA-laden goo into my pussy.

"It's just seeing you like this. I mean, I need something."

"Fine," I said. I don't know why he made me angry, but I acted spontaneously.

I dropped the towel on the tile floor, knelt on it, and went to John's belt. "What are you doing?" he asked. I didn't answer and proceeded to take down his pants and underwear. I did it roughly. I wanted to get this over.

"Kate, this isn't like you."

Before he could say another word, I stuffed his little cock in my mouth. It felt so small and soft. I sucked at it, and finally it showed some life.

"Easy! Easy! You know how sensitive I am."

Sensitive? Sergei would have hardly felt the pressure I was applying. I stopped sucking at all and let my lips barely slide over the tiny pink thing. Those lips were almost in a pucker to make any contact. Sergei had stretched them so far it hurt.

John's fully erect cock didn't even reach halfway into my mouth, and wasn't a threat to ever reach my throat like Sergei's.

"That feels so good, darling," John said in a sweet voice. Sergei had been so rough and forceful. I should have liked "sweet," but somehow it made me ... disappointed.

John kept his soft, uncallused hands suspended in the air, vaguely waving in little motions. He made no move to take my head and control me. Like Sergei had.

I backed my mouth off until only the tip of John's penis remained covered. My right hand went to encircle it, but didn't have enough room for all my fingers, so I used light pressure from my thumb, index finger, and middle finger to give little jerking motions.

"Easy!" John said. A second later, he whined: "Goodness!" And he came in my mouth.

I could hardly tell it had happened. It barely added to the volume of saliva I already had in there. John's cum tasted like a couple of drops of grapefruit soda, and I swallowed it without thinking.

John's knees got weak, and I swear if I hadn't held him and guided him to sit on the toilet seat, he would have fallen over. I thought to myself: "Sergei had been fucking me standing up, supporting BOTH of us!"

John looked at me with wide eyes. "That was the best EVER! I don't think I ever came so hard. And ... you swallowed it. For the first time in your life ... you swallowed it!"

I did my best to smile. "This is a special week," I said.

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I was mostly quiet on the drive back to our hometown about two hours from our new apartment in the city.

"Penny for your thoughts!" John chimed happily. He was in a great mood since his "big" sex performance.

"So much to think about!" I tried to match John's cheery tone. "How our lives are changing. The rehearsal, the wedding! So much!"

"Don't forget the honeymoon!"

"How could I forget THAT!" I said with an excited voice. It was ONLY my voice that was excited. John's lovemaking was so proper and gentle and tender—and uninspired. I hadn't noticed it before. I noticed it now.

Sergei was rough. He didn't ask—he commanded. I had been shocked and offended. But my body responded in ways I would have never dreamed. Where John's touch was slight, Sergei's had bordered on brutal. My skin had been electrified under his grasp. He had called up in me some primitive instinct that had to respond to his rhythms and force and power, so that I finally—

"Kate. Are you even listening to me?" John asked. He had been talking, but my mind had drifted away, drifted to the afternoon, drifted to our bedroom.

"Of course, John. Go on."

"So I said to Henry at work, we'll have to rewrite ..."

I looked out the window of the car and tried to keep one ear attuned to when John stopped talking.

My phone beeped the familiar signal saying I had a text message.

"Those girls aren't going to leave you alone, are they?"

My sister, the Maid of Honor, and others in the wedding party had been sending me texts for the last few days.

I looked, but this was from a number I didn't recognize.

It read: Sergei think of Kate

I was going to ignore it, but texted: How did you get this number?

SERGEI: Tenant give #

Of course. We had filled out contact information with our rental agreement.

KATE: Poof! You are gone. Leave me alone.

I decided not to use any shortcuts in texting him. He could barely speak English as it was.

SERGEI: Kate think of Sergei

I considered not responding. A part of me was still angry. Angry at getting duped into giving him a blowjob. Angry at getting blackmailed into stripping myself naked. Angry at this caveman forcing me to have sex with him. And, most of all, angry at myself for ultimately succumbing to the raw passion he plied me with.

Another part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. Texting is a strange thing. It lets you say things you normally wouldn't have the courage to say face-to-face. There's that barrier you can hide behind. And, you can run away any time by merely shutting your phone off.

KATE: No! I never want to think of you again. Or what you did to me. Go away!

"Who is it?" John asked.

"My sister," I said. John left me alone when my sister and I got going.

SERGEI: Sergei think of Kate's beautiful skin so soft

KATE: Stop it.

SERGEI: Kate think Sergei ugly Sergei not always ugly

I couldn't think of what to say to that other than:

KATE: I'm hanging up.

But before I could another text came with a picture attached. It was of a boy maybe my age dressed in a red wrestling singlet with "CCCP" written in capital letters across the chest. It was obviously Sergei, with his bulging muscles. In those days, he had more hair on his head than his body. That had reversed itself along the way.

SERGEI: Sergei train 1968 Olympics

By reflex, without thinking of who I was talking to I texted back.

KATE: You were in the Olympics?

SERGEI: Father die dream die Sergei take care of mother and 3 young brothers no Olympics

I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond.

SERGEI: Sergei not always ugly no

KATE: I have to go.

SERGEI: Kate beautiful all beautiful every part

KATE: I have to go.

SERGEI: Tell Sergei Kate feel beautiful today

KATE: Stop it.

SERGEI: You call Sergei's name today

I had to think back. Then, I remembered: right before my orgasm I had shouted his name.

KATE: Stop it.

SERGEI: Sergei think Kate's pussy taste sweetest of all

I gasped. I had forgotten that Sergei had spent time devouring my pussy. Licking it and sucking on my clitoris. My mind had been blocked from so many details by that awful orgasm that shook the foundations of my being.

KATE: You have to stop. John is sitting right here driving.

SERGEI: Puny John like taste Kate's pussy

KATE: None of your business. Stop it.

I didn't know why I didn't just hang up. I kept looking for an opening to let all my feelings attack him. But, he was keeping me off balance. I don't know what made me want to continue with this man after what I had been through.

The truth was John had never performed oral sex on me. He didn't know how my pussy tasted, so he had no opinion at all that was based on experience.

SERGEI: Sergei think puny John not satisfy Kate's body

KATE: That's not true. John is a better lover than you'll ever be!

I hoped that would deflate that big bag of wind!

SERGEI: When Kate cum today Sergei feel she let go of long passion

I looked at his words for a long time. My mouth was open. Here was a stranger talking to me about a most intimate detail—how my body responded during an orgasm—and absolutely nailing his observation. I couldn't ever let him know he was right.

KATE: You're crazy and I'm stopping this right now.

SERGEI: Admit Sergei that best cumming for Kate's life

KATE: You're a pervert. A crazy pervert!

SERGEI: Kate's pussy tighten squeeze Sergei's cock when Kate cum

I didn't know if that was true. I thought back and remembered the feeling. I did feel a pressure I exerted when I came. He was right.

KATE: You have to stop.

SERGEI: Sergei always able to control but Kate's pussy make Sergei lose control and cum hardest in life

I remembered that mighty roar of his as he sent his seed into me. Was there surprise in that yell as well as satisfaction? Looking back, I thought it was likely. I had made Sergei cum like he never had before. Why was I enjoying that sordid fact? I felt a little smile on my face.

We had arrived at our hometown.

KATE: We're here. I have to go.

SERGEI: Kate have things she wants to tell Sergei so Kate feel better

KATE: I have nothing to say to you. EVER!

SERGEI: Maybe Kate think of insult for Sergei later Sergei go

That was all. We pulled up to my parents' house and I shut my phone off.

John saw the look on my face and asked, "Everything all right?"

"Great!" I lied. That lie was better than saying "I just found out I was the best fuck in a 70-year-old ex Russian Olympic wrestler's life."

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"John's perfect for you," my sister said. She was six years older than me and already had two kids. She had come over to say hi before the rehearsal.

"I guess," I said. We were in my bedroom at my parents', a room that held so many memories for me.

"You don't sound as sure as you did on the phone a few days ago."

I think tonight I sounded as sure as a girl can be when still filled with another man's cum. "Night before jitters, probably," I said.

"That's natural," she said. Janice was always full of good advice. "I almost ran away the night before my wedding."

"I remember you didn't think you wanted to be tied down at the last second."

"Tied down, handcuffed, spanked!" she said and laughed. I must have had strange look on my face.

"I forgot I'm talking to my straight-laced little sister. You probably only do it in the dark still!" She laughed. "That's why I said you're perfect for John and he's perfect for you. You'll never scare each other with something wild or kinky or out of the ordinary. Just the missionary position on Tuesdays and Saturdays and birthdays!"

She found this VERY funny, and laughed for a long time. She poked at me to get me to laugh, but I only gave a pretend "Ha! Ha!" with a straight face. What did she know—John wanted it on Wednesdays and Sundays. Janice wasn't doing me any good here. And ... Sergei ... damned Sergei ... with his texting ... and his big cock ... forcing me ... forcing himself on me ... forcing me to cum!

"Kate? You listening?"

"Yeah. Birthdays. You leave John alone. He's a good man and he loves me."

"I was joking. I'm just saying he's not the most spontaneous or adventurous guy I've ever met. Just like you. That's why you'll be perfect together. No surprises. I have to go. See you tonight."

She gave me a hug, then held me at arm's length. "What's up with you? You've got a different vibe going?"

Sisters know each other. She was picking up on things John would never recognize in a million years.

"Nervous, I guess," I said, hoping that would cover.

"Yeah. Okay," she said. "Get a little rest before the rehearsal. It's going to be a big whirlwind for the next few days."

I wanted to tell her the whirlwind began yesterday with my first swallow of cum and continued this afternoon with being lowered onto a huge cock. And, oh, by the way, an old man gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. I'd say that qualified as the start of the whirlwind, thank you very much.

It's all Sergei's fault. I shouldn't be having these feelings. I shouldn't be having any doubts. I should be the happiest girl in the world right now. Sergei should be ashamed of himself for what he was putting me through. He probably had no idea of the torment I was going through. If he did, he would apologize.

Apologize! Yeah! That would make me feel better. If he apologized!

I swiped my phone alive. I chose the end of our conversation and texted:

KATE: You should apologize.

Nothing happened for a minute, and I thought he was out doing landlord stuff, knocked out from his afternoon "workout" or combing his chest hair or something. I was about to put my phone to sleep when he replied.

SERGEI: Sergei sorry

Good, I thought. He probably was having some severe guilt about what he had put me through.

SERGEI: Sergei sorry Kate never cum like that before

Damn him!

KATE: You know nothing about me, asshole!

That would show him I meant business.

KATE: Sergei taste Kate's asshole with tongue Kate shiver when Sergei lick

My God! I forgot about that. Until now. Until I remembered now how I tightened my butt cheeks when he invaded my anus with his tongue.

KATE: I demand an apology.

SERGEI: Sergei sorry puny John not know Kate's body

KATE: This isn't about John. This is about what you did to me. It's not what I wanted and you took advantage.

SERGEI: Sergei see puny John not appreciate beautiful Kate and want Kate know real man know Kate is magnificent

It took a long time for that to come through and I could picture Sergei's giant fingers trying to type on that phone. I smiled in spite of the situation.

I smiled also because I recognized the truth of his statement, although I had never admitted it to myself before. John took me for granted and didn't appreciate my devotion to him, my intelligence, or ... my body. Sergei, despite his roughness, had made me feel desired, lusted for, beautiful. Like a jewel. My body had responded to that and ultimately matched his passion. Something John had never, ever sparked in me.

KATE: You're SO wrong!

That felt SO lame after what Sergei had made me realize as the truth.

SERGEI: So Kate say Sergei not make Kate feel special

KATE: You make me disgusted. Apologize.

SERGEI: Kate say her body not feel different

KATE: Just violated.

SERGEI: Kate say she not like Sergei's cock in her mouth in her pussy

Seeing the word "pussy" made me squeeze my legs together, and a jolt went through me. It brought images to my mind of that "thing" residing between his hairy thighs. Could I really have had "that" in my mouth? Could "that" have really fit so deep inside of me.

I squeezed harder and rocked a little.

KATE: You're disgusting. John is all the man I need.

SERGEI: Puny John not satisfy gorgeous Kate not any more maybe never has

I thought John and I had a good sex life. But, that was before I knew what a real orgasm felt like.

SERGEI: Sergei need photo of beautiful Kate to look at

KATE: You're nuts. Never!

SERGEI: Sergei has no photo after delete Kate cocksucker video

Cocksucker! Oh my God. I was LITERALLY a cocksucker, but to see it written there shocked me.

KATE: You're disrespectful.

SERGEI: Sergei has highest respect for beautiful Kate

KATE: You don't show it.

SERGEI: Sergei show by worshipping Kate her body her feet her breasts her ass her pussy

Oh my God! He DID worship me this afternoon. That's exactly what it felt like. There was a reverence right beneath that brutality. I hadn't been able to put my finger on why I hadn't felt the fear I should have during it. There was that worship that let me know I wouldn't be hurt.

KATE: Stop it.

SERGEI: Most beautiful Sergei ever see face and body and when you cum Kate make Sergei know Kate appreciate Sergei too

A long time went by as I tried to process what he had just said. He waited for me to reply.

KATE: Let's just say my body responded in a way that surprised me. It was a reflex, a response. That's all.

SERGEI: Sergei's cock inside Kate's beautiful tight pussy do nothing with reflex

KATE: Apologize.

SERGEI: You want Sergei be sorry he make Kate cum

I didn't know what to say to that.

KATE: Apologize. And mean it.

SERGEI: Tomorrow Kate married woman Sergei not talk again tonight send picture of Kate so Sergei remember

KATE: You should WANT to apologize to me if you have any decency at all.

SERGEI: Sergei decent and honorable man

KATE: Those disgusting photos and DVDs you said were John's. Are owning THOSE decent?

SERGEI: Previous tenant leave in closet hidden Sergei already destroy

KATE: You blackmailed me. That's not decent.

SERGEI: Sergei see how puny John treat Kate and want Kate see man appreciate and treasure Kate but da Sergei sees Sergei wrong

The word "wrong" confused me. Part of me hoped it didn't mean I wasn't worthy of that kind of appreciation and desire.

KATE: Wrong.

I wrote that one word.

SERGEI: Sergei wrong to trick Sergei apologize for trick but wants Kate to know

KATE: Know what?

SERGEI: Know puny John luckiest man and Sergei hope he finds ways all ways to make Kate happy

"You fuckin' idiot!" I whined to the screen as tears welled up in my eyes. "Why couldn't you just say you were sorry instead of that?"

KATE: I accept your apology. I have to go.

SERGEI: Sergei respectfully want picture of Kate to see in Sergei's mind all the beauty of Kate but wish to view on phone when imagination fades

KATE: No. Goodbye.

SERGEI: As birthday gift to Sergei

That's right. His birthday was tomorrow. Seventy. It was hard to imagine he was that old. What was he like in his prime?

KATE: I'll think about it.

Why would I even consider it? What was the power this man had?

SERGEI: Surprise Sergei something he would worship

KATE: Goodbye.

I ended the conversation and sat there thinking it all over.

Why should I even consider sending him a picture? He would probably just masturbate with it. That thought made me laugh.

"You old pervert," I giggled.

I picked a blank space of wall and posed against it for a selfie I'd send him. Then, two thoughts collided in my head: my sister accusing me of never being spontaneous, and Sergei requesting something he could worship.