Spunky Blackmail Ch. 02byMister_Shy©
Tara and I were making love. It was a Thursday night and about a month since I'd cum all over her sister's face and tits. My blackmail had worked in a faithless and uninterrupted way and by the time Tara had returned from the grocery store Courtney and I had both cleaned up and pretended like nothing had happened (Courtney did spend the rest of the weekend glaring at me when her sister wasn't looking, but that was normal). I had promised Courtney I'd return her ill-gotten money the next time she visited, and I'd meant it. Four weeks later Courtney was coming to visit us in Chicago, ostensibly to see the family who hadn't been able to make it to Indianapolis for her birthday.
Where was I? Tara and I were going at it. It was loving and comfortable, the way it always is. When we'd first hooked up the sex was a little more hot and heavy (and I've always been a bigger fan of rough stuff) but now that we were in love, the fucking had turned into love making and became a lot more dependable. And a lot less spontaneous.
Tara planted an adoring kiss on my mouth and shifted in the bed. I turned her over gently and pulled out. She scooted forward and laid her head on the pillow, raising her slim bottom to me. I got up, planted my hands on her waist, not looking, and prodded forward enthusiastically. A sudden "Yow!" alerted me that I'd mistakenly jabbed a sensitive place.
"Wrong hole," Tara said, and giggled.
"Sorry," I replied, and grabbed my offending member. Tara reached between her legs and helped guide me into her body. When my head rubbed against her slit she gave an appreciative moan and we continued our previous motion.
Later, sitting in bed together, spent but not really sleepy, I willed myself to ignore the urge to smoke. Tara thought I'd quit a year ago.
My girlfriend was curled around my arm and rubbing her fingers over my chest. She kissed my bicep and murmured something.
"What?" I asked, looking down.
"You were going to deflower my butt," she teased. Tara grinned at me from my elbow. I smiled and stroked her hair.
"Never," I said.
She looked puzzled. "Would you ever want to?"
I thought about how best to answer this. Tara might not have remembered, but one night early in our relationship we'd actually become almost startingly drunk together and proceeded to try anal sex. It didn't go very well and I'd managed to get my half limp dick about an inch into her bottom before she pulled away and made me swear never to ask her to try that again. Then one of us got sick - I'm not altogether sure which one.
"I dunno," I said casually.
Tara grinned at me. "I bet you've thought about it."
I laughed. Well, truth be told, I had, but I never thought of asking Tara to submit to something so degrading. At least not sober.
"Why, do you want to?" I asked.
Tara wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Yuck. Like I really want your dick - or any dick - up my ass. No, honey, my behind is for one thing and you know very well that that's something girls don't do."
I smiled. "That's right. When you go to the bathroom it's just to brush your hair for ten minutes."
Tara pinched my sides. "That's right." She settled into me and laughed. "I have a few girlfriends who've done it. Most of them hated it."
"Most of them?"
"Don't get any thoughts, mister. Actually there was only one who said it wasn't that bad."
"Who?" I asked.
Tara shook her head.
"Oh come on."
She got defensive. "Why are you so interested?"
"I'm just curious," I said. And I was. Had I told Tara that I'd tried it with past girlfriends? That it usually precipitated the end of a relationship that had nothing left going for it but an experimental fuck? In any case, that time in my life was over. I was happily committed to Tara.
"It was Courtney," she said.
My dick gave a throb of longing. My skin prickled at the memory of Courtney's juicy breasts squeezing my cock. Tara continued unaware. "She's always getting together with these loser guys and she says she does it every now and then. She says it's different."
"Does she like it?" I asked, trying not to sound weird.
Tara grabbed a pillow and smacked me. "Don't tell her I told you! God, she'd kill me."
I laughed and pulled the pillow away. We fell into a groping, tickling match and that was the last time we discussed Courtney's backdoor proclivities.
The next day Courtney showed up early. I was washing the dishes in the sink and Tara was getting ready for work. I listened to Tara go to the door of our apartment and squeal with delight. She and her sister immediately fell to talking over each other and laughing. The rush of the faucet blotted out most of the ensuing mania.
As I scrubbed the dishes clean I listened to them clatter over our hardwood floor in their heels, commenting on new pieces of furniture or the mirror Tara had just purchased from an old woman four blocks down. They quieted for a moment and I figured they were either whispering about one or another family members or boyfriends or preening themselves in the mirror. I tried not to think too hard about what Courtney might be wearing. Unconsciously, my crotch did the thinking for me.
A few hardy knocks on the wood and Tara was at my cheek with a quick kiss and a smile. "I have to make the express today or they'll kill me. I told Courtney she could stay here and gave her the spare key. You're leaving at eleven?"
I nodded. "I don't think they've figured out how to get the electricity back yet. I'll call Mitch in an hour to see what's up." A week earlier my office had been host to a thrilling blackout caused by either a cunning cyber terrorist or some asshole drunk driver who plowed his car into a telephone pole. As you'd imagine, working in tech support amounts to pretty much nothing when all of the computers are down and there is no tech to support. Still, the power were touch and go and they'd been bringing the team in on alternating days to work the phones. I lead a fascinating life.
"I told her not to touch your desk."
I grabbed Tara's fingers with my soapy hand and kissed her soft knuckles. "Thanks, babe." She smiled that gorgeous smile and strode out of the kitchen. She and her sister exited the apartment together, their voices echoing down the three flights of stairs to the street. Then there was silence broken only by the door to our apartment building swinging open and shut. The old staircase made new protest at the swift stomping back up to the top. I heard each creak over the gushing water. I heard the apartment door swing open and shut. Then silence.
I rinsed off a glass and wiped it dry. As I set it on the rack I noticed my hand was shaking. I was excited. My adrenaline was up and foraging around my body for something to play with.
Courtney's heels went clack on the hardwood five or six times until the final step emptied out into the kitchen. I turned around.
Courtney was standing with her arms crossed and her long legs planted in black, open-toed heels. She had on a plain black skirt that cut off at about the mid-thigh and a white blouse that was fairly conservative except for a long loose decolletage that draped over her breasts and bared her cleavage. She had her lips pressed tightly together and her thin eyebrows furrowed on her dark, tanned forehead. To say she was squinting would be the wrong way to describe it. But her eyelids fought hard to keep it that way.
"Where's the money?" she growled.
I pointed to the faucet and then at my ear.
There would be no way for me to say she got red in the face. The way the sun hit her coming in through the high kitchen window, her already dark complexion - there's really no way to tell.
"I can't hear you," I yelled. "The water!" I pointed at the faucet again.
"Where's the money?" Courtney repeated, lower, actually, than last time.
I lifted a sudsy plate to reiterate my handicap. Her white eyes flared. "It's not in your desk."
I switched off the tap. "Tara said she told you not to mess with the desk."
"You fucked my tits."
"Fair enough." I wiped the plate dry, taking great care to scrub every inch before setting it carefully on the rack. "How's the fam?" I asked.
"Where's the money?"
"It's safe," I said. "Misses you. Says it's been feeling a bit lonely."
Courtney brought her hand to her mouth and bit at her nails. She was annoyed. She was very annoyed. She spat a bit of chewed nail at the floor and leveled her gaze at me. "I will stab you," she said.
"Interesting notion," I replied. "It gives me an idea, actually."
Courtney shook her head. "What do you want?"
I grinned. "Is it that obvious?"
"I can see your fucking hard on!" she nearly screamed at me. I looked down quickly. I was indeed sporting something of an erection. But Courtney was beyond being offended. "I knew this was going to happen. I was going to spend all day hunting through your stupid apartment to get the money because I knew--" she jabbed an accusing finger at my dick, "I knew you wouldn't! And you're fucking home. This is such bullshit..." She shut her eyes tightly and groaned.
"The gods must be crazy," I assented.
"Shut up!" she hissed. Her eyes snapped open. "Give me the money!"
"I don't have it with me."
"Then GET IT." She looked at me with white fury.
I tossed the dishrag on the counter. "No problem. But I want something in return."
Courtney brought a hand to her left breast, almost unconsciously. "I gave you..." she started.
"And now I need you to give me a little more."
Her frown became a dark mask. "You..."
"Sex maniac, I know."
She shook her head quickly, purposely crossing her arms over the obvious gap in her shirt. "I'll just wait till you have to go to work and find it when you're gone."
"That would be a very cunning plan. If the money were still here."
Her face fell. "You're lying."
I shook my head. "When we got back I put it in the bank. I figured I wouldn't risk Tara finding it or somebody stealing it from me."
"Smart," said Courtney. She lowered her arms until she was holding her forearms to her waist. "You think you're so fucking smart."
I didn't say anything. I just smiled, triumphant.
"Whatever you want," Courtney said, grasping her thin belt between her fingers and pulling it loose from her waist. "Whatever you make me give you," she went on, dropping the belt on the floor and reaching under her shirt. My breath caught in my throat as she pulled her blouse over her shoulders and stretched it over her arms. Her jet black hair slipped from the loosened neck. The black bra that clutched possessively to her chest was nearly the exact shade of her hair. She reached behind herself, her elbows sticking out and then springing back around as she effortlessly unhooked the snap and slipped the straps over her mocha shoulders. "I'll tell Tara," she said. She wrinkled her nose as she shrugged the bra off her breasts. It dropped carelessly to the kitchen floor.
The bra lay at her feet. Her fists were balled at her hips. She squared her shoulders and leaned back, her chocolate areolas tilted up to the window and her beautiful abdomen bare from the waist up. "You want me to suck you?" she intoned, arching an eyebrow. "You want to fuck these tits again?"
She sneered. "Sure you do. I'll tell Tara everything. I'll tell her everything. I don't care if you do give me the money."
"Oh you'll get the money," I said.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Take off the skirt."
Courtney bent down and unzipped herself. She carefully stepped out of her skirt, still wearing her heels, drawing one knee and then the other up and over the fabric. She let it, like the bra before it, drop unceremoniously to the floor.
She wasn't wearing panties. Courtney's dark, curly pubic hairs glistened in a trimmed tuft between her naked thighs. The light from the kitchen glanced across her flat stomach and made her skin glow. She stood proudly, arms akimbo, legs lean and toned, open heels tapping at the floor. "How badly do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
I swallowed. "Turn around."
She did so. She pivoted in place slowly, giving me time to watch the way her muscles moved underneath her skin, the way her bottom flexed and rippled between the small of her back and her taut calves.
"Take the heels off," I said.
She bent over, affording me an unobstructed view of her naked ass. I saw where her pubic hair wound its way up her middle, where it nested in the cleft of her cheeks. I heard her heels clatter over the floor and watched her stand up again, her legs suddenly less defined, her height reduced by two or three inches. She was completely naked, brown and hot as baked lightning.
"Get in the shower," I said. Her big eyes seemed to observe me from somewhere inside herself. Her mouth set in a firm line and she gently turned her head, her body following and padding rhythmically to the bathroom. I followed her as if I were invisible and she were traipsing alone through her own apartment. As we passed through the threshold together she grasped the door and turned back.
"I'm going to tell her," she said.
I was dumbstruck by her lips. They were always hard, always curving down, always dark, twisted away. Now they were lighter, without anything to harden them, suddenly soft and without guile. I traced the line of her brown neck down to her drooping, paler breasts. My eyes found their way back to her face.
"Get into the shower and soap yourself."
"My tits, right?"
"You don't care if I get my hair wet?" She rolled her eyes. "Right. How stupid of me." I watched her ass wiggle as she stepped over our fluffy bath mat and bent down to twist the H knob. "Are you going to take your clothes off?" she asked without looking back.
I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in the sink. I whipped off my belt and struggled with my zipper. By the time I'd pulled my socks off Courtney was standing in the shower running her fingers through her dark hair and frowning into the spray. She mushed her lips together and blew out the water that mixed with her mascara and dripped down her face. She wiped at her cheeks a few times until she'd cleaned her face and then reached for the soap. A generous blue glop of body wash squirted into her hands and she began to soap her tits, making sure she drew her fingers up her ribs and tightly scooped at her bosom the way boys like to see. She massaged her nipples until they were pointing majestically into the cascade. For a moment she held herself and glanced over at me, specifically my dick. She watched it hover over my aching balls as if hypnotized by her moistened hips.
"I guess I should thank you for not making me spit this time."
I closed the door behind me and moved in. Courtney watched me apprhensively and drew back to the far side of the shower. I joined her, standing with my back to the spray. "Can you get on your knees?" I asked. My dick was throbbing. My heart had fallen down my ribcage and landed splat inside my balls. It was now pumping a hard, fluid heat throughout the veins in my cock. Courtney looked worriedly at my dick, her hands drawn up over her breasts (making her slender fingers look small on her tender red chest) and glanced down at the bath mat. "I don't want you to hurt your knees," I said.
"Gee, thanks." She glared at me as she tilted her neck up. The bathroom was getting good and misty now and Courtney reached for the rim of the tub as she set herself down in front of me.
"Is it alright?"
"Just put your dick between my tits and let's go," she said. I did as I was told. Except I had to sit on the edge of the tub to make it work and not slip. I reached behind myself and braced against the toilet bowl. Courtney leaned forward and slipped my shaft up through her breasts and heaven kissed my cock with buttered sunshine. I leaned back and closed my eyes, listening to the overpowering patter of water and humping my hips forward as Courtney squeezed her breasts together over my cock head and stroked me up and down against her soapy skin. "Is it worth it?" I heard her say under the spray.
"Yes," I said. I opened my eyes. Courtney had to shut her eyes against the downpour of the water. To keep water from slipping up her nose she had to open her mouth. So Courtney was blindly fucking my dick with her tits, mouth open, water streaming down her cheeks, lips and chin and splattering off her eyelashes and bouncing against my chest. I leaned forward and slipped my lips over her wet mouth. Courtney jerked back.
"No," she said. I reached down and sifted through the glossy hair of her vagina. Instinctively I found her clit and watched an uncomfortable shudder wrack her body. "No," she said again.
"How much no?" I asked.
"No, no," she replied. My index finger glided over the entrance of her vagina and she leaned back further. She kept trying to open her eyes under the spray of water but was deluged every time.
"Stand up," I said. We stood up together. I helped her out of the tub and made her kneel on the carpet. Wet and shining under the bathroom light, she put her hand on the bathroom counter and softly went to her knees. She took her tits in her hands and presented them to me with her lips curled to the side.
"Bend over," I said.
Courtney was flushed, confused. Her black hair was plastered to her forehead and clung to her shoulders and back. "What?"
"Tara said you don't mind a backdoor man."
She stared at me for a solid second uncomprehending and then suddenly her eyes went wide. "Oh that bitch..."
I put a finger to my lips. "I wasn't supposed to say anything." I smiled and drew a hand over her wet shoulder. "Will you bend over for me, Courtney?"
"No," she said, "there's no way..."
"I'll be very, very gentle."
Courtney's neck seemed to swing on a hinge. "No you fucking won't."
I decided to level with her. "I want to fuck your ass. Now."
Courtney guffawed (I know it's a ridiculous word but it is the closest to the sound she made). "I bet you fucking do! You want to fuck my tits, you want to cum in my mouth, you want to fuck my ass! You just want it all, don't you?"
I held her gaze.
"Never," she said firmly. I leaned forward and kissed her neck. She shoved her fists against me. "Never," she said. I kissed down her neck, sucking at the water that collected in her clavicle. I held her hands back, thrilled at the feeling of her nipples swiping against my chest. I squeezed my arms around her and slid my hands down her ass, clutching at her cheeks. Courtney had to push her arms under my armpits to get around me and beat at my back. I easily pulled my left arm back and felt down her abdomen to her curly hairs. The shower roared and filled the bathroom with still more fog and Courtney and I silently struggled as I rolled beads of water across the soapy surface of her clitoris. "Ever..." she groaned, her body convulsing forward, instinctively attuned to the massage of her privates.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered. I sent an exploratory ring finger along the edge of her labia and dipped my middle finger inside of her. I rolled the tip of my finger along the inner front of her vagina, searching for her spot, wondering if it was possible to find it with so much hate firing back at me. "Yes," she grunted again, leaning against me and sinking her teeth into my neck. Suddenly she gasped as I swung my middle and ring finger along the fleshy inside of her slit. "Do you know how-?" she stammered.
"To...to put it in...?" I continued rolling along the inside of her pussy, my thumb gently slipped against her clit. I felt her breasts relax against my chest.
"Do you have the money?"
"This is the last," she said. "You have to give me the money."