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  Swat. "Oh!" Her naked tits surged forward.

  Swat. Swat. Her nipples thrust outward, rosy and brown. Oh yeah. Swat. Swat.

  "Oh! Owie, owie!" she cried, while squirming her ass. He lifted his knee higher, bringing her nearly off her toes. Swat. Swat. Swat. "Oh! Mr. Blackmailer, please, please stop!"

  Mr. Blackmailer? He liked it. Better, he loved her tits bouncing and the nipples thrusting with each swat he laid across her round ass. Man! He was fucking hard.

  Swat. Swat. Swat.

  The counterbalance of her arms forced over her head, while she tried to scoot forward away from each swat to her ass was undulating her body as if she was getting fucked hard from behind.

  There's an idea.

  "Oh! please, please."

  He stopped spanking and just rubbed her butt in circles. "Please what?" he asked, noticing his voice had gone deep tenor with the rigid erection thumping in his pants. "Please squeeze my tits, Mr. Blackmailer? Please pinch my nipples?"

  She panted. "No, no," she moaned.

  He leaned into her ear. "I don't believe you," he whispered.

  "No," she squealed, just as he straightened and swung his hand.

  Swat. Swat. Swat.

  "Oh! Please! Oh please!"

  Swat. Swat. Swat.

  "Mr. Blackmailer! Mr. Blackmailer!"

  Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat.

  "Yes?" He slowed spanking her wriggling ass.

  "Lift my skirt," she whispered so low he barely caught it.

  Yeah. It took every ounce of his willpower not to stick it inside her right then. Damn. He was determined to savor this. Regular guys never got chances like this. He slowly lowered his knee as he grabbed one of her firm, creamy-skinned tits ... squeezing ... kneading. A moan escaped her full lips. The sound went straight down his chest and into his groin. Truth was a woman like Tess Brown, with her stylish clothes and attitude, would never give him, just a working Joe, a second glance out in the real world.

  Made it all the more better that he was frigging Tess Brown's bare tits, while she moaned and sashayed her lush butt. Then he used his other hand to grab the bottom of her skirt, tugging it upward. "Now, you hot little slut, I’m going to teach you to do exactly what I say and not to hide cell phones."

  "I won't, I won't! Don't spank me. I’ll be good, I swear," she pleaded.

  Yeah, he liked this game. Then he sucked in a hard breath as he saw what kind of barely-there panties she had on. His eyes latched on to a pink bow, on the thong, topping the lush crack of her ass.

  "Oh man," he uttered, leaning to the side to look at the front. Another postage stamp. But yes, there was brown curly pubic hair escaping and the flimsy pink material clung so he could see the outline of her puffy slit. Because it was so wet. "Don't tell me you aren't just begging for it wearing these slutty fuck-me panties, Miss Brown."

  "I'm not!" she cried, wiggling her ass at him. "You are not supposed to see that! Oh God."

  "Maybe you’ll beg me," he muttered, working her skirt so it would stay up around her waist.

  "For what," she whispered.

  "To touch those wet panties of yours," he said, seeing her cheeks flush red as he jerked his knee up into her tummy, raising her plump white ass and that pink bow.

  Smack. Smack. Man, his hand stung.

  "Ow!" Tess squealed.

  Smack. Smack.

  The sound of his hand hitting her naked ass cheeks filled the small room.

  Smack. Smack.

  "Ow!Ow! Ouch!"

  Mike aimed for the crack of her round naked ass right under the pink bow.

  SmackSmack.

  Christ, he spanked both buttocks repeatedly to the pounding in his cock.

  SmackSmackSmack!

  Tess jiggled and jerked tied up as she was, but on each small pause he took, incredibly he felt her grinding her pussy against his thigh. He tweaked her nipples, kneading her firm breasts in between. She was hot property and he loved the way her red lips panted.

  "Ow! Oh! Mmm. Ow! Mmm. Oh!"

  Tess felt her arousal spiking out of control. She could barely think coherently against the big hand swatting her nude butt and the other strong hand fondling her naked breasts. Plucking at the nipples. Ohgod. Her pussy ached so badly she was beyond the ability to stop from rubbing it against Mr. Blackmailer's hard thigh.

  "Tell me what you want," he demanded.

  Smack. Smack.

  She was so turned on she couldn’t help herself. "Rub my pussy please," she begged.

  The Blackmailer's spanks stopped and his large rough hand rubbed circles over her stinging buttocks. She loved it when he did that and a moan escaped her at the same time she flushed with embarrassment over begging him to touch her wet pussy.

  "What about my hard cock," he demanded. "I need relief too."

  She moaned, just realizing his cock was hard. "Please," she pleaded, humping against his thigh.

  "Please what?" he asked relentlessly. "Please pull my panties down and stick your cock in me, Mr. Blackmailer?"

  Spank! Spank!

  "Ow! Ow!" The smacks were so hard she hollered, jumping up to grind her sex against his thigh. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me. Pleaseeee!"

  "Yeah, baby," he uttered, then his supporting thigh was gone and she swung barely on her toes with only her wrists tied over her head holding her up. All she could think was that she was going to get to climax as she rubbed her legs together trying to create the relieving friction in her sex.

  "You’re such a slutty bad girl," he growled. Tess panted as she felt his hands grab her hips from behind. Then she felt the tug of her thong being pulled down. "You better tell me how much you want this," he warned.

  "Oh please, please fuck me," she whined hoarsely.

  "Look at you begging for cock."

  Mike watched that pink bow lower as he pulled it over the magnificent crack of Tess' ass. Then he had her pink thong around her knees and he reached quickly to let his timbered cock loose. His cock-head was creaming for pussy and he could see that pussy was sopping wet. Tess' ass cheeks had rosy imprints on them from where he had spanked her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back widening her stance on her toes as he lifted his cock to her glistening and puffy pussy lips.

  "Fuck me, fuck me," she whined, humping back and plumping out her naked ass.

  He was going to fuck her. Damn he was so hard; it was riding him like a live beast. Who knew this kind of shit turned him on. He used his fingers to split her pussy opened from behind and he fit the head of his cock to her entrance.

  "Oh god, oh god," she panted.

  Mike thrust upward.

  "Oh, oh, oh!" she squealed.

  "Ah, fuck," he grunted, pulling her hips back, then pushing them forward, then pulling them back again. The view was dirty. He could see his cock fucking her cunt, disappearing in tight liquid heat between red pussy lips, and then appearing again as he began to buck into her. He reached one hand forward to pinch her taut nipples.

  She whimpered with high throated squeaks. He had Miss Brown right along with him. Then he was mindless but for the driving need to ejaculate. He pushed and pulled his tied up secretary, using her body to fulfill his cocks demand. Fuck. Pussy. Hard.

  "Fuck. Fuck," he uttered through harsh groans as he swung his hips, raising Miss Brown off her toes.

  "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, and he grunted hard right behind her shrill cry. He shot his wad deep inside Tess and his knees nearly buckled.

  He had to hold Tess up or she would have swung forward off her feet, and when he pulled his limp cock free, he saw his cum run down her thighs. The sight was hot and nasty and he grabbed his camera for a few more photos of her rode hard and put up wet and sticky with his cum all over her, while she sported a red bottom.

  More. He had to insure there would be more.

  "What are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely.

  "You know what I am doing and why I’m doing it," he said, taking more pictures as he whispered, “Blackmail.”
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  Chapter Six

  Tess wobbled on her feet. Mr. Blackmailer had untied her, and then he’d warned her to wait five minutes before removing the blindfold. She stood with her skirt hiked around her waist, her panties around her knees, his semen curling out of her, with her butt stinging, and her breasts bare. She waited for five minutes afraid to go against his orders. All she could think about was how hard his cock had been fucking her ... and about all those incriminating pictures he'd taken.

  She finally took the blindfold off, blinking and looking around expecting to see something, anything to tell her who he was. But the room was surprisingly generic. The rope was gone and there was no sign of the raunchy sex that had just taken place. Except for her. She was glaring evidence.

  "Tess! My God, Tess, are you all right."

  Tess flinched, nearly squealing as her boss burst into the room. She grabbed her bare breasts, but of course that left her lower extremities exposed. Hot embarrassment rushed through her.

  "What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.

  Mr. Carlson halted just inside the door, while his gaze swept her freshly fucked body from pussy to tits. Lust came swiftly after, fast upon his face.

  "Fuck, is this a joke," he accused harshly.

  Tess didn't know what else to say. "He used me!" she blurted tearfully.

  Mr. Carlson straightened, looking directly down at her pussy. "Yeah, I can tell," he uttered. His tall body stiffened and he turned toward the door. She felt his complete alienation like a wall slammed between them.

  "W-What I had to do to save us ..." she started to blurt.

  "Looks like he received payment," Mr. Carlson interrupted tightly. His head shook, and then he reached for the doorknob. "Here I was worried about you. I should have known a little slut like you would be just fine."

  Tess whined at the lowly insult as though he'd slapped her. How could he! After what she'd done for them. She couldn't find her voice to stop him or defend herself, and then he stomped away, with his aura of disgust slamming her as he left. It took her sometime later to puzzle through his reaction.

  That was after Mr. Carlson fired her ... over the phone ... the next morning; thirty minutes before she was supposed to be into work. To say she was surprised was an understatement. She'd been stunned and she'd nearly threatened him to save her job. But instead, she'd blackmailed him for a huge severance pay — so large she wouldn’t have to work for a year ... or more.

  "And he deserved to pay it all," she fumed that evening as she lounged in a hot bubble bath, trying to relieve her stress and her extracurricular activities. Namely a sore bottom and a tender pussy ... Mr. Blackmailer had fucked her thoroughly.

  Tess sighed arching her toes against the edge of the tub as steam rose around her. She guessed Mr. Carlson was pissed because he didn't get to screw her or maybe the sexuality of seeing her freshly fucked destroyed his more platonic fantasies of spanking and bondage.

  "It could be Mr. Blackmailer tarnished me in my boss' eyes," she muttered. Whichever of those it was, Mr. Carlson was so selfish and self-centered. She'd braved a blackmailer just to keep his family life safe from a fetish he instigated.

  "I can't believe you ever thought him masterful," she complained, taking a sip of wine. She was going to finish her bath and drink her wine, then go to bed early because tomorrow she planned to sooth her wounds with a shopping trip. "Everything I buy will be with Mr. Carlson's money. So there!"

  Mike broke into Tess’ apartment at one in the morning. He'd heard that day she was fired, and there was no way he was letting her get away that easily. He'd thought about using blackmail to force Mr. Carlson to hire her back. Part of him disliked that idea because, in the end, he wanted Tess all to himself.

  Slowly, he eased his way into her darkened bedroom. Lucky for him there was some light coming from the alarm clock and phone set on her dresser so he could see his way. He fully intended to see everything, but Tess, once again, wasn’t going to see everything. When he stood over her on the side of the bed he was greeted with her naked ass sticking out of the covers.

  Tess was in bed, nude.

  Oh yeah.

  His cock thought her nakedness was all for its hardening length and he couldn’t help rubbing the thickness as he let his eyes adjust, while looking at the soft crack of her ass. She was lying on her side turned away from him and the covers were jumbled around the middle of her torso. His gaze tracked up to one bared, plump breast. This was all his.

  He adjusted his ski mask so he could see better, then he began tying the belts he'd brought to each side of the headboard. Unfortunately, Tess didn’t have a four post bed or he would have tied her legs open too. But first for the most important part — the beginning fun part.

  Mike grabbed the covers and pulled them away from Tess, revealing her nude body. She murmured in her sleep and turned, until he had a full view of her ripe cunt. Man, oh, man, he loved that little pussy and he wanted to grab it, however he had other plans he wanted as much.

  So he jumped on the bed, in a crouch over Tess, growling in a loud voice, "Spread your legs, cunt!"

  Tess squealed as he grabbed her mouth, straddling her.

  "You’re waiting for me aren't you? Naked? I bet your pussy is wet."

  Tess bucked beneath him with her eyes wide and wild as he held her down with the weight of his body across her hips. Her gaze jerked over his face covered with a ski mask, and she began to whimper.

  "You miss your Blackmailer, baby," he asked with a lowly hissed voice. The sound she made was half relief, half squeal, as her body lost some of its tension beneath him. "You didn't think I was going to let that hot little bottom of yours get away from spanking did you?"

  Mike tried lifting his hand away from her warm lips. He posed, ready to clamp her mouth if she screamed, although he figured no one would really hear in the large apartment building. But he wasn't going to take a chance. Tess panted lightly; her lips plump and florescent blue from the alarm clock light.

  "Is that really you?" she asked in a whispered voice.

  "Tonight we are playing BDSM. I'm the really hot, but bad guy, that just broke into your apartment and is going to hold you captive," he said, crouching lower and bringing his mouth to just touching her lips. "Wanna play?" he asked, but he didn't let her answer as he clamped his mouth over her soft lips.

  He shouldn't be kissing her. He knew it the instant he did it. However it didn't stop him from thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as she mewled beneath him and she began kissing him back. Their tongues played wet attack and retreat, over and over; until he thought for one second he might pull out his cock and plunge it inside her. That thought made him release her drugging mouth, because he had so much more in store for them.

  "Slut," he growled, mostly to get a reaction from her, to break them away from hot loving into kinky.

  "Bastard," she panted with her chest heaving and her hard nipples poking him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her body up the bed, and then he quickly wound one of the belts around each of her wrists, pulling tight. "Stop it! What are you doing?" she shrieked at him.

  He sneered at her as she twisted her wrists unable to move them. "That is no way to talk to me." He grabbed her thighs, repositioning on the bed and he lifted her legs, until her hips rose ...

  Smack! Smack!

  Mike swatted one bare rump after the other holding Tess' hips off the bed so he could reach.

  "Oh!" she cried after each smack. She tried to churn her thighs, but he held tight, smacking her ass so hard it hurt his hand.

  "Oh! Ow! Please!"

  He wished he had the light on so he could see her tits jiggling and her bare pussy clenching right before his nose. He kept at it.

  Smack! Smack!

  "Ow! Please stop! Please! Ow! Please stop!"

  "Are you going to be a good girl," he demanded.

  Smack! Smack!

  "Yes," she wailed.

  "Show me!"

  Smack. Smack.

/>   "I'll be good." Smack. Smack. "Ow! I swear I’ll be good." Smack. Smack. "I’ll be a good girl I promise!" Smack. Smack. "Ow! Please!"

  He stopped, dropping her.

  "Open your legs," he ordered harshly. He heard her teary whimper as he rolled off the bed and he flipped on the light. Tess lay with her legs spread for him and a few tears on her cheeks. BDSM buffet.

  "What are you going to do?" she asked in a whisper.

  He strode to the bed. "Anything I want, sugar."

  Her eyes widened and he swore a climactic tremor rolled through her body.

  Tess was excited, but scared. She was aroused beyond belief, but she was also so anxious she was nearly jumping out of her skin. She had no protection this time. No backup. Well last time there hadn’t been much of a backup either, but this time there was nothing. He had her completely at his mercy.

  And oh God, he looked so big and dangerous. The ski mask was amazingly daunting in a quivering hot-hot way. She knew him, but she didn't. His captive, break-in scenario was way over-the-top and she was so excited by the way he looked down on her: tied up and stretched out naked for anything he could think to do to her. The spanking had been sexual. Totally.

  It was nothing like the spankings Mr. Carlson had given her. Her buttocks burned and her pussy burned more.

  "I'll be good," she whispered to him, looking up at him, pleading with her gaze as she felt how tight he had cinched the belts around her wrists.

  "I like my pussy good," he rumbled and his deep voice sent shivers over her heated flesh.

  Then he came up on the bed, until he knelt over her waist. Her eyes widened at his largeness and close proximity. He was nearly kneeling over her bare breasts. What could he possibly mean to do ... He began to unzip his fly, then she had a amazing view of his cock, posed stiff and thick right before her chin. Her eyes widened with the implication of ...

  "I think your mouth can start being good with this, pet."

  Pet? Tess so did not think that giving him a blow job was the culmination of this hot sexual fantasy. Maybe she was greedy, but where was hers in this? "No way," she blurted without thinking.