Stocking Tales: Blackmailed Wife

"Okay," I said, baffled by how this could be turning him on.

"Wiggle that foot." He ordered.

I did.

"No, no," he said. "The toes, wiggle the toes."

"Oh," I said, still unsure what he really wanted.

"Nice," he said, as I wiggled my toes up in the air.

"Now both feet."

"Both feet what?" I asked.

"Show me both of your feet and your sexy toes," he ordered.

"Okay," I again agreed, baffled by the purpose of this.

Although it was awkward and uncomfortable, I lifted both feet up and posed them for him.

"Now bend your knees so I can get a good close up of those toes," he ordered.

I obeyed, which made me even more uncomfortable.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Perfect! Now hold that pose."

I did for a while as he didn't say a word.

I hoped he was jerking off and this was almost over.

He then surprised me by saying, "Now get onto your knees."

I almost laughed. It's not like I could suck his cock.

But I obeyed, baffled by this entire experience.

"Now look up and beg to suck my cock," he ordered.

"Seriously?" I asked, this getting silly.

"Just do it," he said.

I listlessly said in a monotone voice, "May I please suck your dick?"

"You better do better than that," he said. "And, on second thought, sit on your ass, you are too close to the camera now."

"Make up your mind," I sighed.

"Shut up, slut," he ordered.

I glared at him, but didn't say anything.

"Now look up at me and make it look like you're sucking my cock," he ordered.

I had no idea how to do such a thing, but I tried.

"Not bad," he said, but the angle is off. "Try a different position."

"Like what?" I asked.

"On your stomach and sprawled out on your sofa," he suggested.

"Okay," I sighed again. "but I'll have to move the laptop."

"Okay," he said.

So I repositioned the laptop to a bar chair close to the couch.

I lay down and looked up at him.

"All I see are your feet," he said, before adding, "not that that is a bad thing."

I sighed, "This is getting frustrating."

"Tell me about it," he said.

I got up and moved the laptop again and asked, still standing, "Does this get the entire couch?"

"Not quite," he said, "but it is close."

Another thirty seconds later and he said, "You have it."

"About fucking time," I said.

"Get on the couch," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I sarcastically quipped.

"Sir, I like that," he said.

'Fuck' I thought to myself, why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?

"Now look up sexily," he ordered.

I tried.

"Is that your sexy look?" he asked.

"It is when I am being blackmailed," I replied.

"Well, you better try harder and look like you're having fun or say goodbye to your career," he threatened.

Like I faked orgasms during high school, I faked having fun.

"Now was that so hard?" he asked.

"A little," I answered truthfully.

He then annoyed me again. "Actually, I want a close up of your pretty mouth. I need you to put the laptop right on the end of the sofa."

"You really want me to move the laptop again?" I asked.

"Last time. I promise," he said.

"Better be," I said, annoyed, although thankful he hadn't made me show him my tits or pussy.

I moved the laptop and he asked for the same pose. "Now look like you're sucking my cock."

"Okay," I said.

After a minute, he said, "Do you have any popsicles?"

"I think so," I replied.

"Go get one," he ordered.

"Really?" I asked again.

"Hurry up," he ordered.

Why didn't I say no?

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pink Popsicle.

I returned, knowing exactly what he was going to expect from me.

"Now suck it like it's my dick," he ordered.

"Are you that thin?" I asked, unable to not take the shot.

"You'll learn soon enough," he smugly replied.

My eyes went wide.

"Do you want to see it now?" he asked.

"Not really," I answered.

"You sure?" he questioned. "I'm told I'm rather well endowed."

"By who?" I asked. "Other people you blackmail?"

"You're my first blackmail," he said.

"I'm flattered," I quipped.

"Enough witty banter. Now suck, slut," he ordered.

So I did. Bobbing slowly on the Popsicle.

"Oh yeah," he groaned.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget I was being watched.

"Look at me, slut," he demanded.

I opened my eyes and sucked on the pretend cock.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "such a pretty mouth."

I kept bobbing, sensing he was close and this humiliating ordeal would be over soon.

I was right.

"Faster, slut," he ordered.

I obeyed, taking most the popsicle in my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "such a good slut."

'Come, damn it,' I thought to myself 'and end this fucking ordeal.'

A minute later, he groaned, "Oh yes, take it all slut. Swallow my cum."

Thankful it was likely over, I kept bobbing until he said, "That was awesome."

I sarcastically quipped, "Yes, I'm completely fulfilled."

"Funny you should say that," he said, his tone ominous.

"Why is that?" I asked, with trepidation.

"Because someone will be over there soon to get laid," he said.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

I put a Craigslist ad up for you," he said. "I'll text it to you."

"You what?" I gasped, mortified.

He didn't answer, but a moment later I heard my phone buzz in another room.

I got up and grabbed my phone. I nervously clicked the text which had a link to a Craigslist post.

Reluctantly I clicked it.

"Oh my God," I said out loud as I read the ad.

Submissive Wife Craving Cum

Hubby is away,

My kitty needs to play.

Come on over and use me as a slut.

I was furious.

I returned to my laptop and roared, "How dare you?"

"You had over forty replies in five minutes," he said. "It was actually tough to choose just one."

"I'm done," I roared.

"You sure?" he asked. "Here is a picture I sent to the lucky winner."

"Oh my God," I gasped, wondering when this was going to end.

"I imagine that is what he said," he chuckled. "He should be there in twenty minutes."

"I'm not fucking some stranger," I firmly said.

"You will do what he says and do it on film," he ordered with a sigh, "or all these pictures go viral."

I didn't know what to say.

He continued, "And I want you in a new sexy outfit with nylons."

"Yeah, right," I said.

"Actually, go change now," he ordered.

"Whatever," I said, praying my husband would be calling soon.

I went to my bedroom and sighed, tears again in my eyes. I changed into the white wedding thigh highs and a cute dress that was sexy, but not really slutty.

I returned to the living room and he said, "Nice, but let's take this to the bedroom."

I sighed, but grabbed the laptop and returned to the bedroom.

"Put the laptop where I can see the whole bedroom," he ordered.

"Put your glasses on," he ordered, "I want to see the sweet, nerdy, teacher version of you."

I grabbed them and put them on.

"Pose for me," he ordered.

I did, even as I wondered why the hell Tyler hadn't called yet.

"Very nice," he purred.

"Can we just leave it between you and me?" I asked, not wanting to have someone come to my home.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Not saved by the bell," he joked. "Go get it and bring him to your room."

"Please don't make me do this," I pleaded.

"Now, slut," he said coldly, "Be a good slut and I won't send over any of the other forty plus candidates."

"Fine," I said, sensing he wasn't bluffing.

I walked to my front door, nervous as hell.

I took a deep breath, wishing I had a peep hole, and opened the door.

I gasped. "Jeremy."

"Hi, Mrs. Haze," he smiled.

Jeremy was a student who was in my class last year. A strong student, a great linebacker, who was ridiculously handsome and had flirted with me non-stop throughout the year. That said, my biggest fantasy had always been to be seduced by a student, something we often role played. Tyler even knew that I had a crush on him.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, being casual and hoping this was just a major coincidence.

"I'm here to give you the load you're craving," he answered.

"This is a mistake," I said.

"No, this is two years of fantasy becoming reality," he said, as he walked into my home.

"Jeremy, I," I began, my pussy burning at the reality this hot ex-student was in my home... yet I was a married woman.

"Bedroom now," he ordered, with a firmness that made my pussy leak.

"I, um, okay," I babbled, my head spinning with lust and guilt. I led him to my bedroom and he complimented, "You're still as hot as I remember."

Before I could even think, I responded, "As are you."

"Did you ever fantasize about me, Mrs. Haze?" he asked, as he walked in front of me.

"I don't fantasize and tell," I joked, trying to avoid answering the question.

"I do," he said, "and I have shot buckets thinking about this very moment. Although, truth be told, I imagined doing this in your classroom."

Again, I don't know why I encouraged him, but I asked, talking sultry, "And what did you imagine?"

"Eating your pussy under your desk, having you suck me in front of the whole class and bending you over the desk and fucking you," he listed, bluntly.

Again, my moral compass gone, an insatiable lust replacing it, I asked, "My cunt or my ass?"

"You can't fuck one without the other," he quipped, before adding, "on that note, let's see that ass of yours."

I asked coyly, "How do you want me?"

"First, just pose like you are trying to get my attention in the class," he ordered, as he leaned against a wall.

"Mmmmm, like this?" I asked, my own fantasy playing out right in front of me. I had teased him and many other students over the past couple years with my outfits and coy poses.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "just like that, Mrs. Haze."

"What else did you fantasize?" I asked, as I smiled back at him, remaining in the same sexy pose.

"That would be a full length porn movie," he joked.

"Are just you and I in this porn movie?" I asked, somehow wanting to impress him with something I had only done once, a lesbian encounter or a threesome.

"Oh, we could have a revolving cast, but we would be the main two characters," he said suavely.

"Would Sarah be in it?" I asked, his high school girlfriend.

He laughed, "Why, do you fantasize about girls too?"

"I have a lot of fantasies," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, before adding, "I'm not as simple as I seem."

"So I see," he nodded, staring at me.

"What else can I do for you?" I asked, with a sexy smile.

"Let's see those tits, Mrs. Haze," he ordered.

I stood up and lifted the dress over me, revealing I wasn't wearing a bra as I showcased my very firm breasts.

"As perfect as I imagined," he said, as he seemed to practically be drooling over my firm breasts and erect nipples.

"Is your cock as big as I imagined?" I asked, as I got onto the bed.

"How big did you imagine it to be?" he asked.

"Big enough to make me scream," I smiled, as I moved into a seductive pose that screamed come and ravish me.

"I think you will be pleasantly surprised then," he quipped as he unbuckled his belt.

"It's like Christmas morning," I joked, as he slowly unwrapped himself.

"It's the twelve days of Christmas all wrapped up in one," he countered, as he unbuttoned his jeans slowly as if teasing me.

"Come over here and let me finish unwrapping that present," I purred, excited to see how big his dick really was.

He sauntered to the edge of the bed as he allowed his jeans to drop to the floor. He pulled them off and I could see his impressive bulge in his boxers. Instant lust washed over me as I felt both my mouth water and my pussy tingle.

"Fish it out, Mrs. Haze," he ordered, once he was directly in front of me, his dick barely hidden by his boxers.

Shifting to role play, I asked all nervously. "In front of the entire class?"

He nodded, "It's time you teach all these teen girls how to really suck a cock."

I rubbed his cock through his boxers and purred, "I don't think most of these girls could handle something this impressive. This cock was made to be worshipped by an experienced woman."

He repeated, "Pull it out, Mrs. Haze."

I obeyed and gasped. "Holy shit, it's even bigger than I could have fathomed."

"Think it will make you scream?" he asked.

"In ecstasy," I quipped back as I slowly stroked his impressive eight inch cock.

"Take it in your mouth, Mrs. Haze," he ordered.

I obeyed, opening wide and taking his massive rod in my mouth.

"Oh yes," he groaned as I began slowly bobbing.

I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom top. I bobbed back and forth on his cock, eventually taking in all eight inches.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, "no one has taken all my dick in their mouth."

"I'm not no one," I purred, as I sat up and stroked his cock.

"Look at me, Mrs. Haze," he ordered.

I looked up at him with the same lust that he was looking at me with.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "you really want my cock, don't you Mrs. Haze?"

"Fuck yes," I nodded, as I stroked his cock, my pussy begging for attention.

"How bad?" he asked.

"Just tell me what to do, Jeremy," I purred, "I'm your teacher submissive cum deposit tonight."

"Oh fuck," he groaned, "get on all fours Mrs. Haze, it's time to fuck that cunt of yours."

"Yes, sir," I moaned, wanting to be as submissive as possible with him.

I got on all fours, looked back and offered, "Pick a hole, sir."

"Holy fuck," he repeated, "you're an even bigger slut than I imagined."

"For big dick studs like you, almost all women are," I replied, as he got on the bed and rubbed his cock up and down my sopping wet pussy lips.

"Just slam it in, sir," I moaned. "I want to feel that huge dick of yours buried deep in me."

"As you wish," he agreed, as his cock slid easily inside my inferno of lust.

"Oh yes," I moaned loudly, "so fucking big."

"So fucking hot," he groaned, as his body met mine.

After a few slow strokes, I demanded, "Now don't make love to me, I have a husband for that. Fuck me like the teacher slut I am."

Even as I mentioned my husband for the first time, thought about him for the first time since Jeremy walked in my home, I oddly didn't feel guilt. This was his fault. And if I had to fuck someone to protect my reputation, so be it.

He obliged my request and began fucking me hard and fast.

My orgasm built quickly and I knew I wasn't going to last too long.

I begged, "Oh yes, don't stop. Your dirty teacher slut is going to come."

He kept fucking me hard and sure enough my orgasm erupted through me.

"Yes," I screamed, the ecstasy I had anticipated going through in never ending waves.

He kept pounding me throughout my orgasm, before he pulled out suddenly, put his hand on my head and positioned his cock at my ass.

"Oh yes," I moaned, liking the rough treatment, "fill my ass, sir. Fuck your teacher's asshole with that big dick."

His cock slid slowly in my ass and I moaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain (his cock thicker than my husband's), "Oh God, your cock fills my ass so much."

"So fucking tight," he grunted.

"That dick of yours was made for my ass," I replied, feeling it fit so perfectly. Any longer, any thicker and I'm not sure I could have handled it.

"I couldn't agree more," he groaned.

He slowly fucked my ass for a couple of minutes before he groaned, "I'm not going to last much longer."

I was disappointed. I wanted this to last forever, but I offered, "You can come in my ass, sir. Or all over your teacher's face or in her mouth."

He pulled out and ordered, "Give me a target, slut."

I quickly turned around onto my knees and purred, "You want to come all over your teacher's face in front of all these people?"

"Actually, I want you to catch every last drop in your mouth, but don't you dare swallow it. I want you to catch and savour in your mouth like a fine wine," he ordered.

"Oh yes," I purred, "I love a man who knows what he wants."

"Open wide," he ordered, as he furiously pumped his beautiful dick.

I obeyed, opening wide, giving him the biggest target I possibly could, even as I moved my hand to my still burning twat.

"Oh God," he groaned, "here comes my cum."

I laughed briefly at the two very different meanings of the word 'come/cum' and waited for the first rope to hit my mouth. I had swallowed hundreds of loads, taken just as many facials, but I had never tried to catch a load and not swallow.

Challenge accepted.

"Aaaaaah," he grunted, as his cum shot directly in my mouth.

Impressively, he had perfect aim as his entire load landed in my mouth. I focused on not swallowing or gagging.

Once he was done, he ordered, "Let's see."

I kept my mouth open and showed him I had indeed obeyed his order.

"Good girl," he nodded, before adding, "you may swallow the gift."

I closed my mouth and swallowed it all.

Once done, I smiled, "Yummy."

"That was amazing," he said, as he grabbed for his jeans.

"I concur," I smiled, watching his young body and still stiff cock.

"We should do this again," he said.

"I concur," I said again, even though I wasn't sure I could blame blackmail for a return engagement.

"Have a good night, Mrs. Haze," he said once dressed.

"That already happened," I smiled, just as my phone finally rang.

"Is that your husband?" he asked.

"It likely is," I nodded.

"Well, that is definitely my cue to leave," he said, moving to me and kissing me for the first time.