Warren Gets Scammed Ch. 01

The rest of the pack contained every confession Warren had told Hank about. It contained images where appropriate, corroborating details, it was so incriminating if it were a criminal case, it would be cut and dry. Warren stared at the last page completely drained. There was no way in the world he could explain this away. No way at all.

Then he noticed one sentence at the bottom of the last page, simply saying "You have until 3pm today to upload these or next time it gets posted to Holly at work".

Warren looked at the clock. It was 2:48. He tore up to his office and powered up the computer. Real panic set in as he waited for the file sharing site to open. He typed in the password Hank had sent and started desperately dragging files across.

He watched as they slowly started to appear in the file index and he knew that was it, he was giving away control of his wife's naked images. Hank would be able to do whatever he wanted with them, whenever he wanted.

Warren's email pinged. It was Hank. "Well, you cut it close, didn't you" Hank chided him. Warren typed back "What are you going to do with these?"

"Haha, what do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna beat off to a picture of your wife spreading her legs for me. I am going to look at each one in detail and savour every line, every curve."

"And by the way, I'm not happy with how long it took you to do what I told you to. You are lucky I gave you a second chance."

Warren didn't say anything.

"Well?" Hank followed up. "What do you say?"

Warren wasn't sure how to respond. Was Hank expecting him to say thank you?

"Well?" Hank typed again.

Warren looked at the screen. "Thank you" he meekly responded.

"Thank you for what?" Hank followed. "For.... for giving me a second chance" Warren typed, acutely aware of how he was thanking his blackmailer for giving him a 2nd opportunity to expose his wife.

"Hmmm.... Don't make me regret it Warren. That was the one time I let you off. From now on, when I tell you to do something, you only have one chance to do it."

"I understand, thank you" Warren typed. He felt so humiliated by this. Then it occurred to him that Hank had said 'from now on' - what did that mean? He had done what Hank had said. Surely this was over now.

"To show your gratitude, I want you to film Holly stripping. It can be with or without her knowledge, but I want to see a video of her taking off her clothes by 3pm next Saturday."

And that was it. Hank logged off.

Warren sat in shock. What had he done. How had it come to this? He had hoped it would be over. That his betrayal of his wife would be the end of it. Countless thoughts ran through his head, but all he knew was he had 7 evenings to get a video of Holly taking off her clothes for his online tormentor.

......

Warren knew not to be late uploading the video. He had managed to grab it one night after work. Holly had come up to the bedroom and told him she was taking a shower, whilst he sat on the bed, browsing on his phone. He had managed to switch on the video camera without her noticing and was successful in taking a 43 second clip of Holly stripping out of her jumper, blouse and smart trousers, before unceremoniously unclipping her bra and throwing it on the pile. Her panties followed soon after, Warren getting a great side profile shot of her butt as she bent over to pick them up and casually toss them in the clothes basket. He felt a sick guilt as he had resorted to spying on his own wife for some perverted stranger.

He watched the video again, then clicked the upload button. It was done. He had paid the price demanded by Hank, in full and on time.

At 3:01, Hank came online. "Well done. See, isn't it easier to do what I say?" Hank asked him.

"Yes. Sorry. It wont happen again" Warren replied, hoping his subservient tone would keep him on Hanks good side.

"I know it won't Warren." Hank replied. "But, just in case, I have put Holly's pictures here" and he sent Warren a hyperlink. Warren clicked on it and was taken to one of the top porn sites for user content. There was a greyed out Window with a lock symbol on it. Under the lock, read the words 'Holly, London'.

"At the moment, it is password protected, but if you fail to complete any task I set you by the deadline I give, I make it public. For every minute past the deadline, I will leave it open for 10 minutes of public access. Do you understand?"

Against his will, Warren's cock started to stir. 'What the fuck?' He thought to himself.

There was something about Holly being exposed outside of his control that really turned him on.

"Yes, I understand. What do you want from me this week sir?" Warren typed.

"Very good Warren. This week, I want you to send me a picture of Holly with your cock in her mouth. In fact, I want 5 action shots of her sucking you off. Fuck it, it doesn't have to be you she sucks off, but guess they would be easier to get hold of. :)

You have 1 week."

And that was it. Warren looked at the screen. The pictures wouldn't be difficult as he already had them in his collection, but it was such an intimate act he would have to share with his tormentor.

Warren felt his cock start to stir again. He was so far beyond the point of no return he wouldn't be able to refuse anything Hank told him to do. It was out of his hands now. He would just have to do what he was told -- show Hank whatever he wanted to see.

This revelation was a hammer blow -- Warren felt sick in his stomach at the consequences of this, but at the same time his cock ached to be stroked. Warren wondered whether deep down he was a submissive, or whether he was just looking for a way to see his wife exposed outside of his control. As he opened Holly's file on his PC and selected the 5 pictures he was going to share, he pulled on his cock, cumming simply from the thought of Hank seeing his wife with his cock in her mouth.

Over the following few weeks, Warren submitted to every request Hank put forward. He had exposed Holly fully naked, shown pictures with his cock in her mouth, in her pussy, with cum on her face and in her open mouth. He had shared Holly holding open her pussy for the camera and even once spreading her butt cheeks to show off her tidy brown rosebud. Each time he did, he got a thrill unlike anything he had ever experienced. Warren was confident that there was not a single inch on Holly's body that Hank didn't have a picture of. And he loved it. He wondered whether Hank was showing these pictures to his friends. Was Holly exposed to a bunch of guys thousands of miles away? Warren wasn't sure whether he would prefer to know if Hank was sharing her or not. He hadn't given any indication that he was, but Warren still thought about it when he was jerking off -- maybe, just maybe, hundreds of guys had seen his wife naked.

Warren looked at how many pictures Hank now had. When he counted them up, he was surprised to see it was over a hundred. 'Damn', he said out loud. There wasn't really much else he'd be able to show Hank that he hadn't already seen. And there was certainly no point in refusing any request now. Even if he wasn't blackmailing him, there was no way Holly could be exposed further than she already had been. Or so he thought.

The request that week was for a video of Holly getting a facial. This made Warren's heart sink. He'd only ever cum on Holly's face three times, and only once, when she was extra horny, had she allowed him to take a picture. He told Hank this but was given short shrift.

"You know the rules Warren. If you don't deliver what I ask for, by 3pm on Saturday, Holly's profile goes public. And it stays public until you fulfil the request.

No excuses." And once again, Hank logged off.

This was an issue. Warren knew he would struggle to convince Holly to let him cum on her faces. Even more, to let him film it.

In the end, it cost him a weekend trip to Venice. Frustratingly, he had been saving up towards a lads weekend to Ibiza that Holly wasn't completely thrilled with. It was his Ace card and one that he'd been reluctant to use. In the end though, he had made a deal with Holly that he would go with her to Venice instead of the lads trip to Ibiza if he could film her taking a cumshot to the face.

She had told him that he could do that when they got to Venice, but he had been insistent that it had to be Friday night. Eventually she agreed. Warren couldn't wait. Not only was he going to do something he loved to his wife, she was going to let him film it. This was enough of a turn on. The fact that he was going to share whatever he filmed with Hank took him over the edge. In the build up to Friday, he had cum 4 times just thinking about it.

On Friday, he bought a bottle of Holly's favourite wine and cooked, giving Holly time to distress after a week at the school. Warren made sure Holly's glass was always topped up and by the end of the evening, she'd had nearly the whole bottle. He could see the slight glint in her eyes that meant she was a little drunk.

They went up to the bedroom and Warren got into position. He had been planning this all week and knew exactly where he wanted to be. He had turned on all the lights and lamps in the bedroom, so that there was no chance of anything being lost in the shadows.

Holly stood at the end of the bed, smiling sexily at him. "so.... Do you want to mess up my face?" she asked huskily.

Warren shook in excitement. "Wait" he said, before turning on the video mode on his phone and pointing it at her. "Say that again" and hit record.

The video started with Holly, fully dressed looking directly at the camera.

"Do you want to cum on my face? Do you want to mess it up?" Licking her lips, Holly went on:

"I want you to cum all over me. I want to feel your hot jizz as it hits me in the face and drips into my mouth. I want to taste you. I want you to film me being the slut I am. Shall I take my clothes off for you?"

Warren nodded and Holly preceded to reach for the top button of her blouse.

One, two, three buttons came undone, showing the swell of her cleavage.

"I have been really naughty. I need to be punished. Will you punish me with your cock?"

As she spoke, she flicked the last three buttons and pulled her blouse apart, showing her wonderful bra encased breasts to the camera.

"Do you like this?" Holly said, gesturing at her breasts. "Would you like to see more? Shall I show you my tits?"

Holly reached around and unclasped her bra. It slackened but stayed on her breasts. She looked directly into the camera and pulled her bra away from her body, showing Warren her gorgeous round, C cup breasts. She came towards him, still looking into the camera and whispered: "Can I suck your cock. Can I make you cum?"

"Take everything off first" Warren managed to whisper back. Holly smiled wickedly and took a step back. "Yes sir" she said, "like this?" and she slowly unclasped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She turned around and put her thumbs into her lacy pink panties and slowly worked the down off of her hips. As she pulled them down, she bent at the waist, showing her tight pink pussy lips to the camera. Staying bent at the waist, she looked over her shoulder at the camera and seductively said:

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather fuck me in the ass?" As she said it, she pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her virgin asshole to him.

Warren stopped in his tracks. Holly had never discussed anal with him, other than to say it wasn't something she was keen to do. He seriously considered taking her up on the offer, consequences be damned. Holly seemed to sense his indecision and put him in his place there and then. She matter of factly stated:

"Nope, that wasn't the deal was it. You don't get to stick your dick in my ass. Not now, probably not ever. But.... You do get to shoot all over my face and cover me in cum. You wanna see that? Your whore wife covered in cum?"

Holly crawled over to him on her hands and knees, licking her lips. She reached up and unbuckled his belt, unclasped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.

"mmm, let me see that gorgeous cock of yours" she said as her hand weaved into the waistband of his boxers. Warren was agonisingly hard. As she pulled his boxers down, her head went lower, just to below his balls. As she came back up, she stuck out her tongue and licked him from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock in one fluid motion.

Holly stroked his member slowly as she spoke to him. "Are you getting this? Are you recording your slut wife as she wanks you off? Do you want to see me suck your cock. You want to film me sticking it in my mouth?"

Without waiting for an answer, she engulfed his cock, nearly all the way to the base. She withdrew slowly, sucking deeply. Just as she got to the head, her tongue started flicking at the tip, causing Warren to cry out in ecstasy. She took her hand and gripped the base of his cock firmly, stroking upwards as her other hand cradled his balls, her index finger lightly pressing against his anus.

Warren desperately tried to hold back. He wanted this to last, but as soon as he stopped to think of what he was going to do with this video, he knew he was seconds away from exploding. Holly could tell from the change in his breathing and took his cock out of her mouth. She continued to stroke him firmly, faster than before and pointed his cock directly at her open mouth.

"Cum for me. Shoot it in my mouth, I want to taste your cum. Full my mouth full of your spunk. That's it, film your dirty whore wife getting covered in cum."

Warren couldn't hold of any longer and felt an enormous pressure build down the shaft of his cock. He erupted, a long string of cum arching up and hitting Holly straight on the forehead, and trailing down the side of her face. A second shot followed soon after, slightly less powerful, landing on Holly's eyebrows. She closed her eyes quickly as a third shot hit her straight in her left eye, before she bent his cock down slightly, directing a fourth shot into her open mouth. It hit her teeth and dripped down, as a fifth shot landed on her tongue. Any remaining cum Warren had was shot onto Holly's bare breasts as she continued to furiously tug on his aching shaft. Once completely spent, Holly looked up at him cum, hanging from her eyelashes, running down the side of her nose, she smiled at the camera and Warren could see the cum still hanging from her teeth as well as collecting in the front of her mouth. She closed her lips and visibly swallowed, opening her mouth again to demonstrate the cum had gone. With her finger, she scraped the cum from her forehead, eyebrows and down the side of her nose, holding out her tongue to catch it as it was pushed down. She stared at the camera as she licked her finger clean, then scooped up what was left on her breasts, swallowing that as well. Finally, she took Warren's semi hard cock in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling any last remnants from him. Once she was satisfied her task was completed, she got up and told him she was going for a shower.

Warren collapsed on the bed, never in his life had he cum that much, or that forcefully. He looked at his phone and stopped recording, knowing this was going to be one hell of a video.

......................

The next day, Holly went over to her sisters for the afternoon, giving Warren the house to himself. He had spent the last hour watching and rewatching the 16 minute clip. It took all his will power not to take out his cock and start wanking furiously. He would save that for when he posted it over to Hank.

He pulled up his video editing software and cropped the clip down, starting at the point when Holly told him to cum on her and going to just as she smiled at the camera. He so desperately wanted to share the whole video with Hank, but decided to bide his time in case Hank wanted more footage later as he wouldn't be able to afford another holiday bribe.

Warren had the clip ready to send when he looked at the clock. It said 2:58pm. He knew he needed to get a move on, otherwise Holly's pictures would become public. Warren moved the mouse to the send button, but hesitated. What was he doing? In his head, he told himself, he was testing to see if Hank would really make the pictures public. In his heart, he knew part of him wanted the thrill of seeing her exposure to the world. Warren pulled up the website that Hank had given him the link to. The screen showed the same grey box, with 'Holly, London' written on it.

He held his breath and watched the clock tick 2:59. The next minute was the most agonising wait of his life. Each second seemed to take forever. His heart thudded in his chest at the anticipation. After what seemed like an hour, the clock ticked over to 3:00pm. Warren's stomach dropped as he looked at the screen. What had he done? The screen refreshed and there was Holly smiling back at him. It was a nude picture, but cropped at the shoulders. He clicked on the image to open her gallery.

There were 10 pictures inside. Warren's gaze darted across them all, trying to take in what he saw in front of him. All 10 showed Holly naked. They all included her face, smiling at the camera. There were 4 of Holly lying down, with her legs together, 3 of her standing, facing the camera, one from behind, showing her curvy naked ass and two with her legs slightly spread, showing her pussy lips, but not too lewd. Warren's cock strained in his jeans as he looked at his wife exposed to the world. Suddenly, he noticed a small icon in the corner of each image, indicating the number of views. He watched as the image of his wife with her legs open had been viewed 7 times, then 9, then 14, then 29, then 45, then 78. Warren frantically hit send on the video he had ready for Hank.

He got an almost instant reply. "You were 2 minutes 17 seconds late. That means Holly stays public for 22 minutes"

"Fuck" Warren thought to himself. He stared at the image of his wife on screen as the counter went up and up. 348 views. He couldn't bear it. He pulled out his cock and started tugging furiously on it.

This was a whole new level. Exposing Holly to Hank was a thrill, but this was something else. He stared at Holly, smiling at the camera, at him, blissfully unaware that 517 people had now seen her bare pussy. They knew what her breasts looked like, how much sag they had in them, the colour and size of her nipples. They knew that she kept her pubic hair trimmed short and shaved her lips.

Warren watched the screen, counting down the seconds until Holly would be taken off of public view. As the clock flicked to 15:21, he took a screen grab of the webpage with Holly's pictures on. He looked at the numbers. The picture with her pussy lips visible had been viewed 1,384 times. Between them, Holly's ten pictures had been viewed over 6 thousand times - in only 20 minutes. Warren sat there imagining what would have happened if he was an hour late. He felt his cock pulse at the thought.

Hank sent him a message.

"That was a lot of people. I wonder how many of them saved Holly's pictures".

Warren hadn't considered that -- it was one thing that they had seen his wife naked, but what if they had made copies? What if they started posting them elsewhere? She could be spread online and he would be powerless to stop it.

The thought both scared him and sent a pulse to his aching member.

"too many" Warren typed back.

"Then, let's try to be punctual next time, ok? Next time, there will be 20 pictures, including this one:"

Warren clicked on the attachment and the picture of Holly with cum across her face came up on screen.

Warren felt his cock pulse as he started cumming, involuntarily and without warning.

He looked down at his cum covered belly and typed back "what do you want, sir", knowing that whatever answer he got, he would provide it - though probably 6 minutes late.