Blackmailed MILF's : Part 2

**** Part Three – Sealing the Deal

Michael got up, “I don’t know about you, but I need another drink. Don’t worry, you can stick to orange juice this time, call it a reward” and with that he got up and went to the bar.
When he returned he was true to his word, all the glasses contained was unadulterated orange juice, though to be truthful, it tasted worse without the vodka.

He sat there, staring at them with a thoughtful look on his face. “Do you know, I was just wondering, I can see that you have followed part of my instructions clothing wise, but did you follow them all the way?”
This took both by surprise, Saskia was the first to recover “I did” “So did I” Emma piped up.

“But how do you prove it, that’s my problem.” He sat there looking thoughtful for a moment, suddenly an evil grin spread across his face. “I know, take off you tops for a start” both women sighed and remembered his words, an unspoken pact between them, decided then and there that whatever the humiliation received tonight, it could not be any worse than the exposure of the video. They resolved to look as if they were enjoying themselves maybe that would lesson what was in store tonight.

“Saskia, you start” She looked him straight in the eyes, placed her hands at the bottom of her top and quickly pulled it over her head, giving him a view of her 32E breasts clad in the same white lacy bra, her nipples, still hard from the kissing session, visible through the thin material. Despite the fact that she was in her mid-forties, and their natural large size, she had very little sag.

Perversely, despite her situation, Michael’s sharp intake of breath, obviously signally his appreciation, made her proud.
“Now Emma, can you match that” he said tearing his eyes away from the middle-aged woman.

Emma, closed her eyes, shuddered and reached forward to slowly unbutton her blouse, as she undone each button more and more of her cleavage, and then her black lace, push-up bra came into view. When she reached the bottom, she tugged it from the waistband of her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders. Her boobs may not have been as big as her friends, but were no pimples at 34D either. Though, pushing 50, the push-up bra was more for effect then necessity, the effect, with her nipples, which had started to go down but were re-hardening in the draft, showing through, was working on their blackmailer. Like her friend, she was starting to get a perverse pride in the reaction from this man, less than half her age.

“Do know what, this is one of them days, when I think I could do with a souvenir of the occasion, but what” he pretended to think for a moment. “Uhm, your tops...no seeing you drive home in your bras would cause an accident. I know” his eyes lit up “That’s it, I’ll have your bras” at this the women closed their eyes. “And to have a little more fun, you don’t remove your own, Emma, reach behind and undo let me see those wonderful tits of your friends.” “Sorry Sask” Emma sighed as she reached around behind the other woman. “Emma” he said as she started, “pull the straps down and take her arms out of them first. Sask, you may to help her on this” Emma pushed her friend forward; this gave Michael, an even better view of her cleavage. The act of moving her arms to let her friend work her arms through the straps caused her large breast to jiggle in a most erotic way. When her arms were free, Emma went back to undoing the clasp. As she pulled her hand away, the bra fell into Saskia’s lap, bringing her massive breasts into view.

“Wow, fuck me, bet your ol’ man likes to play with them. Now sexy, it’s time to get Emma’s bra, exactly the same”
Emma lent forward to allow Saskia to pull down the straps. Because she was wearing a push-up bra, once the straps were down, the top of her nipples came into view. There was also something else; the bra’s clasp was at the front, which meant that Saskia had to partially cup each breast to undo it. Suddenly Emma’s tits came into view.

This equally impressed Michael. But if they thought this was enough, they were mistaken. He reached onto the table and picked up the two bras.

“Now I have to make sure that you are wearing the matching knickers, I mean I might as well have the sets as well” he winked alarmingly. Looked at Saskia, “Don’t worry I’ll take into account that you are disadvantaged by wearing trousers. Let’s make some room. Phil.” He shouted to the barman, who was standing, unnoticed in the doorway. “Can you help me a sec”? Both women panicked and started to cover their boobs with their hands. “How sweet, but did I say you could do that” they dropped their hands to the side.

“Fuck me” they heard, announcing the arrival of the barman, who was standing, open mouthed, confused as to whose boobs to leer at first, “how’d you do that” “Secret, now help me with the table, and I might let you play.” The barman nodded and helped move the heavy table out of the way, and moved both seats to a position where they could look, but not block the camera, and sat down.

“Now Emma, it’s your turn to go first. Stand up and remove your skirt” he caught her nervous glance in the barman’s direction. “Don’t worry ‘bout him, do it.”

She leant forward, at which her boobs to hang down, erotically, and reached for the zip on the side of boot, but Michael stopped her “leave them” she sighed and stood up. Reaching behind herself to undo the zip she started to struggle. “It won’t move, sorry, I can’t get a good grip on it” “That’s alright, Phil, as you have been so good as to let me use you pub, why don’t you have the honor of helping the lady.” In a flash Phil was at her side, turning her so that she was side on to the camera, he knelt down and started to unzip the skirt, gradually bringing her thong clad arse into view. When the zip reached the bottom of its travel, gripped the waistband and pulled the skirt down, bringing into her stocking tops into view for the first time.

“Fuck me, blonde milf in a black thong, stockings and knee high boots. She could have dressed with me in mind” he turned her around so that her lace covered pussy was directly in view “and natural to boot, fuck, nice arse as well, large, but still firm” he stood up, gave her arse a quick grope and returned to his chair.

“Sit down Emma, I see you found the correct knickers, now Saskia, it’s you turn”.

Saskia stood up, facing them straight on, and removed her trousers, throwing them to go with the rest of her clothing, she stood up. Unlike Emma, she was not wearing a thong, but instead a pair of white, lacy French Knickers, through which the dark landing strip of her pubic hair was visible.

At the urging of her audience, she turned around, so that her arse, which was quite small and pert, could be shown off.
“I have got to have these matching sets. Saskia stand in front of Emma. Emma, slowly pull down her knickers to the floor and remove them”

Saskia stood in front of her friend, who placed her hand in the waist band and pulled them to the ground exposing her pussy to the men. She lifted each leg in turn; this allowed the men to get a view of her pussy lips. Emma picked up the knickers and thru them to Michael, who put them to his nose and breathed in.

“Ah the scent of woman, the best perfume in the world, what do you think Phil” he handed them over to the barman, who repeated the action, “uhm, nothing like it fell, I wonder what her arse looks like, naked. Turn around” Saskia slowly complied.
“Fuck, now swap places ladies”

Emma stood up, and Saskia sat down and removed her friend’s thong. This time it was Emma’s time to expose her pussy lips to view.

By now both women were taking a strange, perverse pride in the reaction they were getting from the two younger men. Here were two men, young enough to be their sons, looking at their bodies with pure lust, the now obvious bulges in the lads trousers were testament to their power as women.

They could feel they pussies moistening as kept glancing at the bulges and trying to imagine the cocks they contained, what they would look like, feel like, taste like. Taste like, Christ thought Saskia in confusion, she didn’t even like giving blow jobs, yet here she was imaging the taste of a strange mans cock.

If only she knew, this was another side effect of the drugs she and Emma had been slipped.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that Emma had sat down beside her. If as if it was coming from a tunnel, she could here Michael voice going “uhm, not what do we get our little toys to do now, let me think, I know, ladies make each other cum. I don’t care how”

The women looked towards each other, leant in and immediately started kissing, their tongues repeating the dance of earlier. This time Emma needed no prompting to start fondling Saskia’s breasts, her hand went straight to work, kneading, squeezing, pinching the large nipples. All the while Saskia was caressing her hands up down Emma’s thigh, gradually working her way to the middle, pushing them open until she could gain access to the prize the now, very, wet pussy of her friend. She started to slide one finger up and down the lips, slowly, surely working it in, until her finger entered her all the way. As her palm made contact with the clit, Emma nearly bite Sask’s tongue off.

Emma could feel the hand move, first one finger entered, then two. The feeling of the palm rubbing up, down, and across her clit started to send a feeling of electricity all through her body. She knew instinctively to keep her legs open facing the two men, so that had a perfect view of the fingers working in and out. She stopped kissing, to lean down and start licking and biting at Saskia’s nipples, first he left, then right, then around and around between them, all the while hearing Sask’s little yelps, a sound mixing both pleasure and pain as sit bit down. Suddenly she felt her orgasm hit, her body went rigid, letting go of the nipple as her head shot back “Fuck yes, that’s it fuck me, fuck me like a slut, use your hand like a cock, that’s it. Fuck, fuck, fuck OOOOOH FUUUUUUUCK”

Saskia looked across at her friend, seeing the results of handy work and smiled. After giving her time to come down a bit, she leant forward and quietly whispered in her ear “my turn honey” then leaned back and opened her legs. Like her friend she made sure that her pussy faced her small, private audience. Emma leant forward, took her hand and started to caress her friend. First one finger entered, then she used a second, her thumb rubbed the clit, sending fire all through Saskia’s body. In and out, in and out, her thumb, moving in small circles, one moment gentle, the next rough. Till, “fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck, oh yes, oh yes YEESSS” left Saskia’s mouth.