It's Blackmail, Pure and Simple

God, if that got out she wouldn’t have to worry about a divorce, Ben would kill her, Harry too. If he found out that he’d been cuckolded by one of his junior managers, if he found out that she’d shared her bed, their bed with one of his junior employees she truly did fear for her life.

She literally was lying across Johnny’s lap. His hands weren’t under her gown any more; he was rubbing her back trying to soothe her. Yeah, he wanted sex with her, that hadn’t changed but he didn’t want to break her spirit.

Finally she could speak, she told him the truth, she’d met Harry at a company party several months ago and they’d hit it off. His wife was a bit of a wall flower and she and Harry had danced several dances. He’d asked for her phone number and she’d given it to him. They’d met several times for lunch then they’d crossed the line, stolen hugs, stolen kisses, groping hands and they were lovers.

“Johnny I’m thirty-seven, Ben’s over sixty. I love him, he treats me like a princess, I’ll never want for anything, anything but physical love. He was a virile man when we married but the infirmities of age, swollen prostate, reduced libido have taken their toll. Once in a while after a couple of Viagra’s he tries but that’s only every two or three months. I know it’s a sorry excuse, but Johnny, I’m a hot woman, my panties cry for a man’s attention and Harry gave it to me, ask me, did I love him? Hell no, did I want to fuck him, you bet. Once a week isn’t really enough for me but it’s a hell of a lot more than I was getting. So think bad about me, think I’m a slut. You’ve got pictures, you can destroy me but I’m not a bad person, at least I don’t think so, I’m just a woman, not perfect but a woman who needs a man.”

“Johnny, you literally have my life in your hands, Ben would kill me if he found out about Harry, so, how’s gonna be, am I going to be your fuck slut or are you going to be my boy toy?”

“Break off with Harry I’m going to take his place.”

“Johnny how do you suggest I do that, what am I suppose to say?”

“Monica, you might try the truth, he’s got as much at risk as you do.”

“Alright, I guess that’s what I’ll do.”

Johnny smiled at her and asked, “Are you a Big Girl?”

“I like to think so, why that question?”

“Well a Big Girl should have Big Girl toys.”

He’d gotten as hard as a titanium rod while they’d talked; having her across his lap hadn’t helped. He was half way out of his shorts, he took her hand and placed it on him saying, “Big Girl toy.”

Her hand rested where he’d placed it. She wasn’t sure what it was she was holding, it was hot and throbbing but it was huge. She couldn’t span it with her hand; it was like having a living 6 ounce Coke bottle in her hand. Her eyes got big as saucers.

She couldn’t look, all she could was say, “You.”

All he could do was grin and say, “Me.”

“My God Johnny, everything, that’s my deal, everything Harry was doing? Johnny, you’ll kill me.”

“No Monica, I won’t. I’m sure it will hurt the first few times, I’m big and I’ll have to stretch you but I won’t intentionally hurt you like Harry did. We’ll take it slow, we’ll use a lot of lube and if you can’t take anymore we’ll stop. Monica I think you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you as a fuck slut and I don’t want to be your Boy Toy, I want to be your lover. Your secret lover like I said at the very beginning.”

“You’re Byron’s friend, how’s that going to work?”

“Perfectly, no one will question my being here; even if Byron isn’t here I could be up in his room playing video games.”

“Or in my bedroom playing with his step-mother,” She agreed.

“Like a Stradivarius, an Amati, or the most desirable woman I’ve ever met.”

Monica thought, well I have to do it, I may as well make the best of it.

“Want to go upstairs, maybe we can start our first concert but I want to take a quick shower first, I smell like pee.”

“Can I join you; I’ll wash your back.”

In the shower together she was awed. Johnny was hard, he was young, it didn’t take a lot to arouse him, just the sight of her naked body. She was not only awed she was little frightened. She’d never seen anything like him. His erection was so hard it pointed upward and nearly lay on his belly. It went far above his belly button. She grasped it, she couldn’t encircle it with a single hand. She thought, Christ, he’s gonna stick that up my vagina. He’ll pound my cervix to mush and he wants me from behind, too, I’ll never walk again. Hell, she couldn’t even give him a good blow job; he was definitely more than a mouthful.

He watched her looking at him, he said, “Scares you doesn’t it.”

“Yeah Johnny it does, I’ve had lovers but, my God man, that’s a telephone pole.”

“You’ll learn to like it, I’ll stretch you in ways you’ve never been stretched and I’ll fill you in places that you’ve never had filled. It will take some time and some effort from both of us but we’ll get it done.”

He’d soaped all of her body and all of her intimate cracks and crevasses, and she’d done the same for him. They got out and dried off; she led him to the bed.

“What do you want Johnny, a blow job?”

“Monica, you sound like that fuck slut we talked about, “Johnny what do you want, a blow job?” No Monica, I don’t want a blow job, you couldn’t get your lips around me if you tried, I told you, you’re not my fuck slut and I’m not your Boy Toy, I want us to be lovers. Come to me.”

He was lying on the sheet waiting for her. She joined him and he took her into his arms.

First, he just hugged her and said “Monica, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever held, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I want to be your lover and I want you to want me to be. I know why you’re in bed with me and I’m sorry it came about that way but I want you to know I do want you and I’ll not hurt you.”

He kissed her, he hugged her and he kissed her, tender and gentle kisses waiting for her to respond, her lips opened and her tongue slid out snaking into his mouth, he responded, they played dueling tongues, swapping saliva and breath. She was nude, he could see the rise of her breasts, he massaged her and she sighed. He nibbled her ear lobes and kissed down her neck, trailing wet kisses to her breasts. They were magnificent, still at thirty-seven pointed and high, dark areolas peaked with pert half inch long nipples just a shade darker. He took one between his lips.

Monica had never had a baby, none had ever nursed at her swollen breasts but she now knew how it must feel, he was pulling her nipple into his mouth, stretching it ‘til it was an inch or more long, God what a sensation it was giving her, she could feel it in her womb, she had a melancholy thought, she was thirty-seven, her womb would forever be empty. The thought passed quickly, Monica knew she wasn’t destined to be a mother; she was a trophy wife, a kept woman, a princess. She sighed, part frustration, part acceptance and part arousal, Johnny was moving down her torso.

He kissed and licked along her sides and over her tummy ‘til he got to her belly button. He pierced it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and tickling her then further down. Monica didn’t shave and she didn’t trim, Johnny encountered a wild tangle of copper coils, he kissed over her mound. He was anxious to taste her.

He opened her with his fingers, he could see her clitoris, swollen and engorged, her labia, open and inviting and along her vulva the indentation that was the throat of her vagina. He could even see her tight little rosebud. He took her all in, a visual treasure.

Where to start, where to start, he snaked his tongue along her vulva, exploring her succulent folds, tasting her for the first time, then he dipped his tongue into her vagina, he’s have more for that later, still, it was fun to tickle her there. He licked her lower, tracing her vulva to its rear terminus. Her rosebud was still red from Harry’s abuse. He just tongued her, tickling and teasing her. He knew from listening to her she liked attention there just not the assault that Harry had delivered, he laved her, tasting her earthy musk.

But now on to more important areas, his tongue tasted each of her offerings as he traveled up, first, her bottom then, her lower slit, her scent was stronger there, the blending of her woman smell with her bottom, then passed her vagina, deep and inviting and finally her upper vulva, her woman musk was strongest here, her clitoris, red and swollen called his name; Johnny, Johnny. He took her between his lips, she wasn’t huge but she was engorged, fat and blood filled, like a nipple awaiting a baby, Johnny was her baby, he nursed pulling her clit into his mouth, letting his teeth gently rake it as he let it slip through his lips then sucking it back, batting and teasing its sensitive tip with his tongue.

Johnny was in awe, he’d been with women, well, compared to Monica, girls but he was hardly a virgin, and he’d never seen anything like this.

The woman started quivering under his touch, she started shaking and writhing, Jesus, he had to hold her down, she wanted to come off the bed, her beautiful copper hair was flailing as she cast her head from side to side, she SCREAMED, loud, raucous, “Oooh you bastard, you magnificent bastard, God I want you, I really do want you, fuck me Johnny, tear me up but fuck me Johnny, aaah.”

He let her settle down a little, he wasn’t going to tear her up in spite of her orgasmic pleas, he really did want to come back for seconds and thirds and fourths, I think you get the idea.

Finally she settled down. She smiled at him, “God damned, you really do know how to eat a girl.”

Following in her analogy he said, “Ah, Monica, it’s the Chef that makes the meal not the diner, and lady, you’re a superb Chef, I’ve never tasted finer.”

Then a little fear or at least trepidation showed behind her smile, she asked, “Johnny are you going to fuck me now?”

He opened her legs and guided himself to her opening; he only had one question, he asked, “Monica, do I need to use a rubber?”

She nodded no.

He considered using some lube but it didn’t seem necessary, she was already lubricating heavily, her crotch was a swamp, Johnny guided himself to her opening. He looked at her; her eyes were on his as he moved into her.

He pushed about two inches into her and stopped.

“God you really are a big boy she said, aaah, Johnny let me have it. It’s gonna hurt, I know it but let me have it. Her eyes scrunched awaiting the pain.

It didn’t happen, she’d been abused by most of the men in her life, they liked to make her hurt, not Johnny. He slowly and gently pressed into her, getting deeper yes, but not tearing her tender flesh, no, in fact the opposite. Johnny was taking it slow and easy, stretching her tender vaginal tissues, but letting her adjust with each inch of his penetration.

Johnny had been watching her, her eyes had been closed during every thing he’d done. Finally, her eyes popped open and she looked at him. She’d been expecting the worst, the abuse that she always got and it hadn’t happened, with this huge man, it hadn’t happened,

She looked up at him, he was watching her when she asked, “You’re not going to hurt me are you Johnny, you could you know, but you’re not are you?”

He didn’t say anything, he just eased forward, letting her take more of him. Slowly, so very slowly he got into her. When he’d filled her he rested.

While he lay on her, no movement, letting her accept him she spread her legs wider letting him know she was ready.

She whispered, “Johnny I won’t break, would you like to fuck me, pump me some, Johnny I want you to.”

His big cock began to move, he didn’t care if she was a thirty-seven year woman, she still felt tight as a virgin to him, they all did but this one was thirty-seven, he started to stroke her. In and out he went, the friction of her tight cunt was exquisite, faster and faster he pumped into her. She opened her legs wide then she encircled his hips with her long legs and pulled him in.

“Fuck me damn you, fuck me, I want to feel that big cock of yours, you got it, damn it give it to your girl.”

He was surprised about what she’d said.

“So Monica you’re my girl now?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m your girl, I’ll call you a bastard, I’ll tell you to go to hell, I’ll abuse you so badly, but yeah, I’m you’re girl. Give me that big cock, I want to feel you in my belly, God damned it, fuck me.”

He lifted her legs to his shoulders, she was open and she was begging for it, he buried his cock in her and she wailed and he pumped her, he could tell her vagina was stretching with every stroke, she was still so very tight but she was accepting him, he couldn’t get any deeper he thought. He started stroking hard and he came against a solid mass, she pled with him to stop. He did, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Ah Johnny you really are too big for this old gal, you’re banging my cervix and it hurts like hell. I can’t take it.”

He eased her legs back to the bed; he wouldn’t go quite as deep that way then resumed pumping.

“Aaah yeah Johnny that’s better.”

Slowly he stroked, in, out, in, out ‘til she bucked her hips urging him on.

Monica had never been so filled in her life, he was riding high on her, and his cock rubbed her clit with each thrust, he was picking up speed, pounding her a little harder and she was responding, God was she responding.

Monica’s body began to tremble as her orgasm built, she was shaking and screaming, her organs were contracting, spasming and Johnny pounded her, she flooded out, her juices pouring when he came, God, he roared, spewing gush after gush of hot cum into her. He opened his eyes, she was beautiful, her hair wild her face twisted in pain/pleasure, he pumped her, smaller orgasms rolled through her, contracting her vagina, constricting his cock, it felt fantastic. He slowed and eased his motions as he finished.

Monica opened her eyes; she had a dazed expression on her face. She’d never been fucked like that. Johnny was still in her, he was softening and he still filled her.

All she could say was, “Damn Johnny that really is a Big Girl toy, wow.”

He pulled out, he was still semi-hard. He was young and he was virile.

Monica looked at his enormous cock and said, “Come up her Johnny, come here.”

When he was within reach Monica took his cock in her hand, soft she could almost span it.

“I’ve gotta try this Johnny,” she said. She took the head between her lips.

He stiffened; the head was all she could get in her mouth.

Below her lips she gripped him with both hands and masturbated him. She licked along the sides and teased his little hole with the tip of her tongue then tried again; she covered about an inch of his shaft and bobbed up and down while her hands continued to work.

Slick with their fluids she slid one hand under him, he was big and he was virile but she was experienced, she knew how to please a man. She circled his anus and probed a finger in. Johnny groaned when she penetrated him. She pushed further ‘til she found his prostate, she rubbed the gland.

Johnny had never felt anything quite like the sensation she gave him, he hadn’t been ready to ejaculate but, when a man’s prostate is milked he releases, he did. His cum flowed from him and Monica swallowed, hand and mouth working together, she drained him. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Wow Monica, what did you do?”

“My secret, did you like?”

“I don’t know, I think so but it was weird, one second I’m not ready to cum, the next one I’m spewing, what the hell did you do?”

She didn’t answer; she just got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She was back in a trice, tossing him a tube of lube.

“Get me ready,” she told him.

“Monica we don’t have to do it, not today.”

“Yeah we do,” she said as she sprawled over his lap.

Hers was the most perfect ass Johnny had ever seen. He massaged her cheeks then opened her. She was still pink from the day before but she was sealed, no longer dilated. He rubbed her.

“You’re sure Monica, I’ll probably hurt you.”

“Johnny, I know you’ll hurt me but I’m sure. It’s gonna happen, might as well be now, lube me up good.”

Johnny rubbed some gel around her opening then put a finger in, working some down into her, with a second finger now in her, he spread her rosebud and squeezed the KY directly into her, then he slathered some on himself.

“Monica, let’s do it this way,” he said as he rolled her off his lap and lay her with her back to him on her side.

“I’m going to get behind you, you can push back against me and you can stop when you want to, we’ll go at your speed.”

She thought, it’s gonna hurt no matter how we do it but at least he wasn’t going to just ram her like Harry did. He was going out of his way to be gentle.

He lay behind her, spread her cheeks and guided the head of his cock to her portal.

“OK, it’s up to you now,” he said.

Monica took a deep breath and tried to make her muscles go limp. She eased back.

God he was already stretching her and she didn’t even have the head in she thought, she pressed back a little harder.

Her sphincter was being strained, she was trying to relax it but she felt like he was trying to drive a locomotive up her.

She pressed backwards a little harder. His head popped in, “Aaah, Christ, damn, oooh,” she couldn’t catch her breath, the pain, God the pain. Was it a cock or a firebrand in her butt, oh it burned.

She rested but it didn’t help much. She was stretched open, her flesh strained by his monster. She played with her clit, trying to take her mind off the agony, that didn’t do much good either.

There were tears in her eyes but she was going to get through this. She pressed back, taking a little more maybe an inch.

His shaft was easier that the head, it was sliding in with less pain but his head was in her rectum. He was bigger than she was; it felt like he was shoving a fist into her guts, her insides were being stretched to accommodate him. She pushed back just a little more.

God she wanted him out of her and she wanted to be able to finish what she’d started. She pushed back a little more.

She thought he is being patient; he’s letting me set the pace. Not that it helped all that much, she thought this like putting her hand in a vice then tightening it. It hurt like hell but she was doing it to herself. She pushed back further.

She thought she had to have at least 8 inches in her, she was almost there. With a deep breath she thrust back taking him in, all of him. She screamed in agony as she accepted his entire length and girth but he was in.

She lay still, her breathing was raspy, she was pouring sweat and her eyes were leaking but he was in. She felt like she needed to use the bathroom to have a bowel movement, her rectum was stuffed and her body said expel.

His arm was around her and he was fondling her breasts. She guided his hand downward, she pressed it against her abdomen, she could feel him clear up there it seemed then she directed him to her clit.

“Play with me Johnny, give me a nice feeling.”

She tried to use her sphincter to squeeze him, she couldn’t it was stretched to far, she couldn’t tighten.

While he strummed her clitoris she started to move back and forth on him. Gingerly to be sure but she was moving. When she pulled forward it felt like her guts were being dragged out of her and when she moved back they were shoved back in.

She knew she’d never cum, not this time but Johnny would. She whimpered, “Johnny, you can pump me if you want to.” She moved his hand to her hip.

He started to work her, slowly and gently he worked about four or five inches out then pushed back in, Monica was moaning, her hand had replaced his; she was masturbating herself while he pumped her.

Johnny thought, this is incredible, all the girls he’d fucked had been tight, nice tight vaginas, even Monica’s but there was no comparison, her ring grasped at him, trying to squeeze him and her insides were liquid, hot and smooth. He picked up a little speed and intensity.

Monica was making incoherent noises, “Augh, augh, augh, ugh, ugh, ugh, augh, augh, augh,” every time he pumped into her.

His cock was swelling, he was ready, he gripped her hips and pulled her back to meet his thrusts, she was moaning when he came. He pumped gush after gush into her, spewing his seed deep in her bowels, he kept up, stroke after stroke, emptying himself until he was drained. He stayed in her until he’d softened, it would come out easier. Finally he pulled out.

Monica rolled over on her back. “We did it, Johnny.”

“You did it Monica, it was you.”

She gave him a pained little smile, “Yeah, I guess I did, God I’m beat.”

“Johnny I want to take a bath and then a little nap. You can come back over at lunch; I’ll fix us some sandwiches.”

After Johnny’d gone Monica ran a hot bath and soaked. It seemed like every muscle in her body had been strained and it was gonna get worse before it got better.

God what a cock she thought, when he was in her pussy it was the best sex she’d ever experienced, he’d filled her, the sensations he could create were fantastic. She’d even had fun trying to suck that monster and his expression when she’d milked his prostate was priceless. But oh her aching bottom. It felt like the water was sloshing around inside her, she knew she was still gaping open down there. That was the challenge; she couldn’t take that much pain every week. The only way it could work was if she could be stretched so he could get in. She thought she’d get a butt plug, a great big one; she could wear it during the day while she did her housework. She made herself a mental note; go to sex shop, buy whopper. She smiled wryly at the thought.

Johnny had gathered up the pictures from the kitchen table and destroyed them, he didn’t think he’s need them again and he still had the flash drive if it came to that. He wondered why she’d invited him back.

Monica toweled off then lay down naked on the bed; she pulled the sheet over her and dozed off.

Around 11:30 she awakened. Johnny would be over shortly. She ran a brush through her hair and freshened her lip stick. She didn’t look perfect, she was a little haggard but it would do. She put back on her Ivory robe and a pair of slippers then went down stairs to make lunch.

She fixed sandwiches, ham on rye and sliced turkey breast, set out some cole slaw and chips and Cokes. Johnny came in just at noon.

While they eating Johnny couldn’t keep his eyes off her, the robe left just enough to the imagination, he’d seen her completely naked just a couple of hours earlier but that robe, she was so sexy.

She smiled, she’d followed his gaze.

“Do you like what you see Johnny, do you like my body?”

“Monica I think you’re a vision of loveliness, I could stare at you for hours and never see an imperfection, you’re Aphrodite to me.”

She took his hand and stood saying, “Let’s go upstairs, you can see more of me.”

In the bedroom she dropped the robe to the floor.

“Look at me Johnny, what do you like best.”

She thrust her breasts out, her magnificent breasts full and darkly tipped they jutted from her chest, “Do you like my breasts Johnny?”

“Or is this your favorite,” She parted her legs and ran her fingers through her wild copper bush. “Do you like this best?”

She pirouetted; with her back to him she spoke over her shoulder saying, “Johnny I think you like this best.” She bent at the waist displaying her perfect bottom. “I think you like this best, don’t you Johnny?”

Johnny caught his breath; she was adorable, delectable, every inch a dazzling goddess.

“Can’t choose Johnny, I’ll choose for you. I choose my bottom, just for you Johnny, just for you.”