Blackmailing Bluebelle Ch. 02

Tessa sighed heavily as she came through the front door. She hefted three bags of groceries through to the kitchen and dumped them on a side counter. Sagging down into a chair at the kitchen table, she took a moment to rest. Then wished she hadn't. The moment she stopped rushing about, doing any and all things to keep her mind busy, memories from Friday night would come rushing back. Heat flooded her body as she remembered the dirty things Ron had done to her and made her do for him. Her fists clenched in anger against her thighs. Her husband's own father was blackmailing her.

Then he'd had the audacity to laugh and joke with his son and his pals that evening when not half an hour before he had pulled open her ass cheeks, gripping them hard and buried his face in there while that thick long tongue of his licked up and down her pussy.

Tessa's squeezed her thighs together determined to try and ignore the delicious pulsing that took up a persistent rhythm between her legs. A sense of shame overwhelmed her when she thought about how he'd elicited climax after climax out of her. She jumped up in agitation and paced the kitchen floor. How? It was a betrayal of her husband. She hated Ron with a passion. So why had he been able to make her feel so...wanton? So hot and needy for his cock? Okay, yes, his cock was bigger than Jonny's. A lot bigger. So what? Size didn't matter. It was the quality of the sex that was important.

They'd seen hide nor hair of Ron over the weekend, something Tessa felt immense relief about, but if he dared show his face again she would tell him in no uncertain terms that she refused to be blackmailed any further. Why should she suffer because of stupid decisions she'd made when she was younger? Bluebelle the stripper no longer existed. She was married to Jonny now. She loved him dearly and didn't want to lose him. He made her feel safe and protected. No, no way was Ron getting away with this behavior anymore. She'd tell him next time he came round.

Tessa sighed again and started to put the groceries away. A loud bang from upstairs had her almost jumping out of her skin. Who was in the house? Jonny should be at work already. She crept out of the kitchen, slowly making her way down the hallway to the stairs. More clanging and muttering. Why hadn't Jonny gone to work? Tessa started up the stairs, then stopped short as the bathroom door was yanked open, and Ron appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Good morning, Bluebell," Ron grinned, wiping his hands on a dirty rag.

"W-what are you doing here? Get out!" Tessa began to tremble, heart pounding hard.

"I told Jonny I'd come over to fix that leaky faucet. He's at work, now," Ron said, eyes narrowing as he took in her silky cream blouse with its low neckline showing a hint of cleavage, and her blue pleated skirt that ended mid-thigh. The nude stiletto heels completed a very sexy picture. "You like to show off those 34EEs don't you, Bluebelle?"

Tessa eyed him nervously. She recognized the look in his eye. "Have you finished the job or not?"

"Which job?" He casually descended the stairs until he stood on the step above hers. "The leaky faucet or keeping you at my mercy?"

His gaze crawled into her cleavage and Tessa burned with anger.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" she cried.

Ron loomed over her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "What? And give up the opportunity to suckle on your sweet titties whenever I want?" Ron squeezed one of her breasts.

Tessa slapped his hand away. "Don't talk to me like that." She tried to turn away, but Ron gripped her arms.

"Or give up the chance to lick and slurp up and down your wet slit? Hmm? Flick that naughty little nub? Stick my tongue inside your cunt hole and taste those hot juices? Whenever I want to, Bluebelle? Not on your life. You're my own private dancer now. I love knowing I can come over here, and while you're casually watching TV and Jonny is busy in his den, I can slip my hands down your top and play with those melons as I please and you have to let me."

"You get off on the power and control, don't you?" Tessa accused, wrenching away. "Don't do this, Ron. Please." Tears filled her eyes. "I just want to live a happy life with my husband. Don't you want Jonny to be happy?"

"He is happy. He's in ignorant bliss. Now, strip naked. Or Jonny finds out who you really are."

"Ron - "

"Now. I need to get cleaned up and I want some company in the shower."

Tessa gripped the chrome bath rail attached to the bathroom wall with both hands. She bent forward, ass jutting out, legs spread as a cascade of hot water streamed down from the shower head right between the crack of her ass.

Her ass was open -- because Ron's face was buried in there, a hand on either side of her butt cheeks holding her open while he rimmed and licked her asshole, his head moving rapidly up and down to torture her pussy before sliding back up to push his tongue past that dark rim.

Tessa tried hard not to moan, but she couldn't help it. Jonny had never done anything like this to her in the shower, knelt down in the steaming water to suck hungrily on her pussy and asshole. Ron did it so well, like he was starving and she was an amazing feast he couldn't gobble down fast enough. He was nasty and dirty, and she loathed him -- but god help her, Ron knew how to turn her on. She hated that more than anything. The knowing look in his eyes, that smirk that said, you love it.

Tessa jerked as he pressed his face harder into her ass. He let go of a cheek and slipped two fingers into her pussy, continuing to push his tongue into her asshole.

"Nnngh!" Tessa panted hard, trying to force back the build up of fire threatening to erupt. Any second now, she was going to cum, to explode. She moved back and forth with the rhythm of Ron's fingers and then suddenly he stopped.

"You -- you bastard! I was right on the - ."

"The what?"

She could hear the grin in his voice. "Go to hell!" Tessa straightened up.

"Keep a hold of that rail, darling. I haven't finished with you."

Tessa gripped the rail again and leaned over. She felt Ron's hands exploring her wet body, smoothing over and squeezing her ass, sliding up over her hips and sides and coming round to heft the weight of her tits in his hands, pulling at her nipples. Then his hands left her and she felt something large and hard circling her pussy hole.

God, yes! Tessa moaned, then shook her head hard. No! No! This wasn't right. She did not want Ron's cock inside her. She seemed unaware that she was pushing back against him, inviting him in.

Ron plunged his cock inside her without warning and Tessa screamed out. He stood behind her, his feet splayed outside hers on the non-slip shower floor and took up a hard, driving rhythm. The slap of his hips against her ass was loud above the roar of the show. His balls danced a rhythm of their own as they swung against her pussy.

Ron ran his hand up her body to grip her shoulders, banging hard and groaning. Tessa moved with him as best she could. He was that close to her she didn't have much space to manoeuver. She had to just take it how he was giving it to her and it felt awesome.

Tears pricked Tessa's eyes. I'm sorry, Jonny. I'm so sorry.

Ron slowed down, drawing out his cock and then slamming it back in, grunting each time.

"You like that, my little slut? Hmm? Ugh! Take it! Ugghhh!"

Tessa threw back her head, her long hair flew back like a whip. Why did he have to speak to her like that? Just get on with it.

"You want this cock, Bluebelle?"

"No!"

"Urghhh! Yes, you do. You want to get off. Say it."

"I hate you."

Ron slammed in again, and drew out slow, slow, slow. Tess's pussy twitched as though in protest.

"Tell me how badly you want my cock. How badly do you need me to fuck you."

Ron didn't slide back in again and her pussy felt empty. It needed filling. It needed Ron's fat cock in it. Tessa gritted her teeth, not wanting to give in. But who was she fooling? Only herself.

"My cock loves its new home, but it ain't moving in until you tell it to." Ron laughed. "Beg me to fuck you. Beg for my cock. You can do it. Didn't you used to whisper those dirty kind of things in the ears of the Pink Lips customers? Hmm?"

Tessa pushed back against Ron but he moved away. She wanted it. He had stoked her up into a terrible thirst for his cock and wanting satisfaction from it and besides, how else was she going to get this ordeal over and done with?

Even in the hot steam of the shower she felt the heat of humiliation wash through her body.

"Fuck me," she said.

"Say it louder. Fucking shout it out. Beg!"

Tessa took a deep breath. "Just fuck me, you dirty bastard!" she shouted. "Give me that fat, hard cock. Please, I need it real bad. Give it to me hard."

"You're a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Whose slut, Bluebelle?"

"Yours."

"That's right. Mine. My whore."

Ron lined his cock up with her pussy hole and slid home. His pace was fast and furious and hard.

Tessa didn't care if she seemed like a slut, didn't care if it was a betrayal of Jonny, didn't care that she hated Ron. Right now all that mattered was his cock. His cock was her whole world now and she slammed right back into him with every thrust, chasing that climax. She screamed with everything she had in her as she exploded, panting and sobbing.

"That's. My. Little. Bluebelle whore!" Ron pressed up against her as he came, spurting his cum inside her, but saving some so that when he pulled out he could see the delicious creamy cum seeping out of her pussy. He smacked her hard on one cheek of her butt and sighed with satisfaction. "Finish up in here and meet me in the bedroom."

Tessa straightened up. She covered her face with her hands. Shame and guilt ate away at her. It wasn't fair! She'd done what she had to do to get Ron to finish and leave. But really, how much of that was just a means to end the torture, and how much had been Bluebelle the whore wanting and enjoying every last second of what Ron was giving her?

When Tessa entered her bedroom, towel wrapped around her, Ron was dressed and fiddling with his cell phone. He was an older version of Jonny, tall and broad shouldered. He wasn't in bad shape, but his dark brown hair was balding and he had a bit of a paunch. The kindly blue eyes that crinkled at the corner belied the lecherous, unscrupulous pig that he really was.

Tessa clutched at the towel as he looked her over.

"Bit late for modesty, isn't it? Drop the towel."

What did he want now? Reluctantly she tossed the towel aside. Her nipples grew hard under Ron's scrutiny.

"Well?" she asked.

"You're going to pose for me, sweetheart." He waved his phone at her.

"What? You mean photos? No... Ron, please," she whined. "What are you going to do with them?"

"I just want to look at reminders of you when I'm alone in my bed stroking my cock.".

"Is-is that all? You're not going to - ."

"To what?"

"I don't know...show them to anyone else? Or post them on the internet or something like that?"

Ron tapped on his cell phone.

"Ron! Are you listening to me. Are you - ."

"I told you. They're just for my eyes, Bluebelle." He pointed the camera phone at her. "Now dance a little. Move your hips and make those tits jiggle for me."

"You just want to humiliate me any way you can."

"No, I'm entertaining myself. I love your body. I love your tits and I want to see you shake them for me. Just the way you shook them for all the old guys in Pink Lips."

Tessa glared at him feeling self-conscious. That was her old life. If she was going to jiggle her breasts for anyone it should be Jonny. She began a jaunty little hip action that easily caused her breasts to shake and jump. Up and down and to the side. Her face flamed as Ron filmed her. His gaze crawled all over her body, the naked lust on his face couple with his grin of satisfaction.

"I'd tell you to pull on your nipples to make them hard, but they already are. Imagine that."

"Fuck you!"

"Hold your tits and bounce them up and down."

"I hate you!" Tessa spat.

"Bounce them harder. Now suck on a nipple and squeeze up your other tit. That's it. So fucking hot. Look at the camera while you're sucking. You're a natural born slut and you don't even realize it."

Ron snapped off a couple of pics. "Okay. Hold your tits and push them together. Good girl. Now smile."

"I'm not fucking smiling," Tessa snarled.

"Bluebelle, I want you to hold out those magnificent tits as if offering those melons to me would be the greatest pleasure you could give a man. And I want you to do it while giving me a big shit eating grin. Understand?"

"You know I hate you calling me Bluebelle!"

"That's partly the reason I like saying it. Squeeze your tits in a bit more. Delicious. Can't wait to slobber all over them again."

"You're just a perverted bastard!" Tessa pressed her breasts in more creating a deep cleavage.

"Now smile. Let me see those perfect teeth. Make it look real. That's it."

Ron took a photo. He had her lean forward further and took another snap.

"Get on the bed, lean back on your elbows and stick your legs straight up in the air."

Tessa did as she was told.

"Nice." Click. Click. "Open your legs. Let's see what's mine. Yeah, wider. Wider!" Click. Click. "Pull open your pussy lips." Click. Click.

Oh, god! This was too degrading. Opening herself to another man like this. What would Jonny say if he could see her like this, but what choice did she have? She could feel her pussy quivering in response. He was treating her like a whore and yet her body was responding to him. Bluebelle turned her face away in shame. What was that? She stared at the window. She could have sworn she saw some movement. She forgot about it when Ron spoke again.

"Why Bluebbelle, that sweet pussy of yours is kinda glistening." Ron came right up to her leaning over. "Open those cunt lips for me, Bluebelle, that's it." Click Click. "Stick your fingers in. Push them in and out." Ron's voice was hoarse and heavy. "Let me see how wet you are. Rub that sweet little button." Click. Click. Click. "You're wet, Bluebell."

"No!"

Ron laughed as he moved back and Tessa saw the big tent in his pants. "Turn over onto your knees," he rasped. "Arch your back and push your ass up." More snaps. "Open your knees. I want to see that juicy peach peeking through, too. Wider." Click. Click. "Reach back, baby. Pull those cheeks apart. Open your ass for me." Click. "Keep your ass open and look back at me." Click. Click. "Smile, Bluebelle. You love opening your ass for me. You love showing me that wet cunt hole. Click. Click. "I think you can do a much more convincing smile than that. Show me that you're loving it. That's it. Yeah, you love this, don't you, you dirty bitch." Click. Click. Click.

Tessa gritted her teeth, praying he'd soon get tired of tormenting her and leave.

"Alright. That will do for now." Ron put his phone in his pocket, looked down at the huge tent in his pants, and then back up at Tessa. "Oh, Bluebelle, you've got me hard all over again," he grinned. "Get your ass over here on your knees and deal with this."

Tessa spent another twenty minutes sucking and slurping on Ron's cock until he spurted cum across her face and in her hair. The bastard messed her hair up and she'd have to wash it again.

"That was wonderful. Go clean your face up."

When she entered the bedroom again, Ron was sat on the bed with his toolbox at his feet. Her heart jumped fearfully at the look on his face. What was he going to do now?

"Come here, kneel in front of me."

Reluctantly, Tessa sank to her knees in front of him and the toolbox. He opened it and lifted out the top tray of tools. It took a moment for Tessa to understand exactly what she was looking at, and then her mouth dropped open. Five butt plugs of various sizes lay in the bottom of the box with several bottles of lube.

Tessa gasped, shaking her head. . "I know you're an anal virgin. Jonny mentioned it one time when he was drunk." Ron told her.

It's true, she was. And on a few occasions, usually when he'd had a few to drink, Jonny had expressed an interest in trying it. She wasn't keen. At all. It was painful, wasn't it?

"No fucking way!" she snapped.

"Oh, way, sweetcheeks." Ron's eyes were alight with anticipation and the smug confidence of knowing he was in control. "Here's how it's going to happen."