Blackmailing Robin

I stroke and suck his cock relentlessly until finally he relaxes. I feel him stiffen in my mouth. I moan, growing more excited at arousing him, taking him deeper down my throat each time.

Babe tell me again what you want

I look up at him with growing desire and I can see that he wants me to beg him. Lord, does he not see what I want, have I not already told him. Yet I can tell he is enjoying the pleasure it gives him to make me ask him, no beg him for what I want, need.

“I want to cum again.”

This time my words are whispered, yet my desire is present in them and in my eyes. He continues to looks at me, still waiting for me to answer him. I’m trembling, all these new released feelings so strange yet so powerful.

“Please, fuck me again, make me cum, fuck my ass!”

Finally, giving in, crying out my desire to him.
 
There is a burning desire in Robin’s eyes, and a moment of confusion.

“I want to cum again.”

Robin’s voice is a husky whisper laced with desire. Her eyes pleading for what she so desperately needs and still I do not answer her, she will have to beg and then live with that knowledge. I will break Robin down and then train her to meet my needs my desires. She trembles her whole body shaking

“Please, fuck me again, make me cum, and fuck my ass!”

Robin cries out her need there is nothing left, of her pride, her will, no only the burning need that now claws at her. I slips my hard on from her sweet sucking mouth. And draw her down to me. A soft kiss, that lingers my hands reach around Robin and between her legs, they play with her wet pussy, tease her clit just divide the coral pink of her inner folds promising that perhaps I may again massage her
g-spot. Robin titters on the edge of another orgasm. Then I withdraw my hand, leaving her wanting it more than anything she has ever wanted.

I cup her face in my hands she can smell her own musky sent on my fingers, a soft kiss. I smile tenderly at her.

“Babe that’s a good girl all you had to do was ask nicely.”

Another quick.

“Now get up on your hands and knees and spread you knees wide so I can give you what you want.”
 
Paul’s soft lingering kiss excites me and when he begins teasing my clit, I moan. All I can think about is the pleasure he gives me and how I want more. Not caring any more who he is or the situation he has put me in.

When he pulls his hand from my throbbing pussy, I moan in frustration, needing and wanting to cum badly. His hands are soft on my cheeks and I can smell my own sent on his fingers. Again a soft kiss, a tender smile and I smile at him, my eyes glowing with desire.

Now get up on your hands and knees and spread you knees wide so I can give you what you want.

I quickly get up on my hands and knees, spreading my knees wide. Already my breathing has increased in anticipation of him giving me the pleasure that I crave so wantonly.
 
Robin quickly scrambles to her hands and knees; she spreads her keens wide a side long glance over her shoulder, her eyes pleading for what she craves now the anticipation, her breathing already increasing as her desire is.

I smile at her,

“Who’s my good little slut Robin?”

I ask as I kneel between her keens and softly kiss the divot at the base of her spine. Slowly kisses and little kisses, flow up Robin’s back, my body is hunched over her, my hands cup her breasts, teasing and pleasing her nipples, a little pinch, a tug at those sensitive buds, then a kiss at the nape of her neck.

My cock rest and nudges the length of her rose pink folds, now dripping with Robin’s sweet nectar. My hips rock back and forth, my cock slides along Robin’s slit nudging her swollen clit at the end of each stroke. I kiss and lick my way back down robins back.
My cock slick with Robin’s sweet nectar. My hands now on her slender waist, my cock pressed to Robin’s dark rose.

One hand now slips to Robin’s clit to slowly massage it.

“Robin push back and impale your sweet ass on my cock like the good little slut you are.”
 
Who’s my good little slut Robin?

I hesitated for a brief second what he called me, was that me, what I was? Then the warmth of his body at my back, his hands teasing my sensitive nipples, had me moaning with each pinch and tug, the slight tinge of pain adding to the pleasure. When his cock slid along the folds of my puffy slit, bumping my clit with each stroke, my moans grew louder and I rocked my body along with his. Paul’s licks and kisses down my back caused small hot tremors to course through me.

“Lord yessssss!” I let out a deep groan when his hand began massaging my clit and the head of his cock rubbed against my puckered opening.

Robin push back and impale your sweet ass on my cock like the good little slut you are

I pushed back against his cock and stopped when I felt the painful pressure from just the head of his cock spreading my tight opening. His hand continued massaging my clit, driving me closer to an orgasm. He urged me to relax and slowly I pushed back, a little at a time on his rigid penis, until finally his full length was buried deep inside my ass. I moaned and gasped for air, stopping to adjust at his intrusion with my ass burning, my clit was throbbing. My thighs were shaking, my heart pounding and I slowly began to rock back and forth with my ass hugging tightly to his cock.
 
Each kiss, each caress, and each painful pinch brings gaps and moans of pleasure from Robin, Her body craving for the attention that she has so long denied herself. Robin has abandoned all her preconceived ideas of right and wrong.

“Lord yessssss!”

A deep groan of pure pleasure escapes Robin’s parched lips the moment my finger makes contact with her clit. Small hot tremors course threw Robin. I am delighted at the way she willingly impales her sweet ass on my cock, her grunt of pain as the head pops threw that dark puckered rose. She follows my instructions and continues her own degradation willingly and I make no effort to help her. A little at a time Robin impales herself on me, until finally my full length was buried deep inside her ass.

Robin moans gasps for air, her clit throbbing under my fingers, her legs are shaking. Then slowly she starts to rock her hips back and forth. I reward Robin by slipping to fingers into her wet silken pussy to message and torment her g-spot. My own hips start to rock back and forth in time with Robin, soon my balls are slapping her puffy slit, My fingers driving Robin over the edge as she is swept up in a violent orgasm where both pleasure and pain mix till she can not distinguish one from another. Again and again She thrashes with pleasure as I take her sweet ass till my own body stiffens and I cum deep within Robin’s ravished ass.
 
I gasp, almost crying out when he slips his fingers inside to rub my g-spot and thrust back against him. The combination of pain and pleasure, his balls slapping my ass as he ravishes it, his fingers driving me mad with desire, pushing me to a new state of ecstasy I had never felt before. I cry out as the heat of it all races through me, and violently I cum.

With my body shaking and spasming, thrashing repeatedly against his, Paul’s body jolts, and like lightening, I feel his hot seed shooting deep inside my ass, dripping down my thighs. His fingers bite into my hips as he pulls me to him, my ass gripping tightly to his cock as he fills me.

Finally sliding off his cock, I collapse on the floor, panting, my body drenched in sweet, my pussy and ass flooded with my own juices and his cum. Suddenly there is an overwhelming rush of emotions, spent, sore, joyful relief, shame, all engulf me. Tears fill my eyes and streak down my cheeks, my hands cover my eyes as I lay curled on the floor, ashamed, yet at the same time satisfied beyond belief.
 
Robin collapses on the floor as I pull out of her, She is spent both physically and mentally her body glistens with sweat her thigh covered with her own sweat nectar. She sis panting, sobbing, her hands cover her eyes as she lays curled on the floor.

I lift Robin on to my lap, kiss away her tears, tell her how wonderful she is, how she excites me like no other woman had. My arm goes under her legs as I stand holding her close to me her arms go around my neck to steady herself. Soon with Bill’s assistance I bring Robin to his Hot Tube with a shift of my eyes he leaves us for this is a critical time in Young Robin’s training. She is broken, she has surrender totally to her body’s needs, now I must bind her will to mine, to make her mind to do with as I please, yes now is the time to be tender and loving.

I lower Robin into the hot tub gently bathe her body as I let the warm swirling water relax her body, I hold her close and tell her she has nothing to be ashamed of but that all she did was only the natural needs fulfilled that she had denied herself, my voice is soft and subtle as I twist the truth in her tired confused mine and hold her in a secure embrace.
 
I wrap my arms around his neck, my body trembling in his arms, aching, exhausted, mentally and physically. I cling to Paul as he lowers me in the steaming water of the hot tub. My head rests against his shoulder, my eyes close, and I am only aware of his soft subtle voice, reassuring, comforting, telling me what I did was natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

I start relaxing with the water soothing my aching body, the tender touch of his hand combing through my hair, and his words filling my thoughts. My eyes, tired and worn look up at his, there is a blinding need to see trust in his eyes, wanting to believe everything he says is true. I stare, not knowing the words to say to him, only the need to feel close, to feel secure in his warm embrace.

I raise my hand to the back of his neck, lowering his face to mine. My lips brush his, a soft kiss, that grows, lingers. A longing to feel cared for, to make things right in my mind and wash the shame from within me.
 
Robin’s eyes flutter open, they are tiered worn, ther is a soft pleading to be cared for in them. My eyes hide my intent from her but seem to soften a bit in response to her pleading. Robin lays secure in my close embrace, slowly her hand goes to the back of my neck drawing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. My lips respond in kind in a long, slow, lingering kiss, as I draw Robin closer in my tender embrace. Then I gather her into my arms and carry her from the hot tub, I set her gently on her feet..

I take a large bath towel and slowly start to dry her, It is a slow sensual process designed to arouse the poor confused girl as much as to dry her. the rough terry cloth brushes across her nipples, grates Robin’s sensitive inner thighs, and then grazes her puffy rose pink folds.

My voice soft, seductive, full of praise for how wonderful she was, how her sensuality excited me, How it was only natural that such a beautiful woman should enjoy and embrace all the pleasures of the body, and that done of it was her fault, but only natural.
 
I stand still while Paul takes the towel and begins drying me. The soak in the hot tub and his tender embraces, our kiss have calmed my trembling body and nerves. But still I am confused by what has occurred, why my body has betrayed my mind. How I could be so stirred, knowing I was forced into this by him.

Yet now watching him, feeling the way he rubs the towel across my nipples, down my belly, inside my legs, with each movement I become more turned on. When he brushes it gently across my puffy folds, already I can feel the heat of desire building once again. My back arches with my head falling gently back, my eyes close and I moan softly. My legs part, opening to enjoy his arousing touch.

The more he speaks, his voice so soft and pleasing, telling me how good I was, how I excited him, helps heal my conflicting thoughts. Believing him, it as if he knows how much I need to hear what he tells me, to know it’s alright to feel such pleasure and natural for me to react to his touches in this way.
 
Robin’s body responds to my touch, her head falls back a gasp the as moan of pleasure. Her legs part and I massage her sensitive sex with the rough towel till she quivers with desire. My free hand massages her firm young breast with the coarse towel. And always my voice quietly telling Robin what she needs to hear binding the confused young woman even closer to me. More and more I praise her, and tell her how I care for her and her pleasure, her happiness, Then slowly I bring her excited body down to a more natural state.

“Robin you must be so tired you need to rest now dear.”


I pick her up carry her to the bedroom and lay Robin on the cool silken sheets. Then I slide in beside her softly Kiss her and enfold her securely in my arms. A soft kiss, a little squeeze.

“Now sleep Robin tomorrow will be a busy day.”
 
The more he caress’s my body, praises me, tells me he cares, all these things are seducing my mind and body.

Robin you must be so tired you need to rest now dear.

The concerned caring look on his face reinforces the words he speaks, and I relax in his arms. When he lays down next to me, embracing me, my arms go around him, comforted by the warmth of his body against mine.

Now sleep Robin tomorrow will be a busy day.

I close my eyes, drained and spent from the day, too tired to even think about what he means about the next day being busy. Actually not wanting to think at all, just sleep. As I drift off to sleep, I softly whisper to him, thanking him for what he has given me and for helping me to understand all this.
 
Robin’s arms go around me her body yearns to ret now, her voice a soft contented whisper as she thanks me for all that I have done for her as she drifts off to sleep. I can’t help but smile to myself for all was going as planed. I to drift off the sleep with the young beauty asleep in my arms. A smile on my face as I think of the neck days activities .

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It is noon before Robin stirs. I bend over a soft Kiss brushes her lips, as Robin’s eyes flutter open I smile down at her.

“Time to get up sleepy head the day is half gone already.”

Another little kiss and a big hug for my little pet.

She stretches and Her beauty is more than evident as the sheets slide down the Robin’s waist and her breast stand proud and firm, no need has she for a bar.


“Robin You know we where sent out here to help Mr. Johnson well he has a man coming over this afternoon and he likes young women, so you’ll have to entertain him.”

I pause

“I’ll be there so that he doesn’t get carried away and you where so good yesterday and it is only natural after all.”

Again I pause.

“ You don’t even have to see him you can wear a blind fold.”
 
Stirred from sleep, I open my eyes and his kiss, hug and cheerfulness make me smile up at him. I actually feel strangely happy as I stretch, the sheet baring me to the waist, seeing his enjoyment as he looks at me.

Then hearing him tell me about helping Mr. Johnson, a man coming over, this man likes young women, that I have to entertain for him. Just with this thought I feel a tension building, I look at Paul, perplexed and getting nervous at what he is suggesting.

I take a deep breath, actually becoming frightened when Paul tells me he will be there to not let this man get carried away. My Lord, he is telling me that I will entertain this man, like I entertained them yesterday, and telling me it’s natural. I can feel the color draining from face, and I keep staring at him. I want to trust everything he says and he seems to have no concerns, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with this.

You don’t even have to see him you can wear a blind fold.

“A blindfold?”

Now my heart is starting to race and the fear setting in is making it hard for me to breath. I sit up, pulling the sheet in front of me to cover myself, again feeling embarrassed by all this. A part of my mind seems to be screaming out that this just doesn’t seem natural, yet the way Paul speaks, the expression in his eyes keep telling me different.

“Paul, I’m not to sure this is what Mr. Clayton had in mind when he said to help Mr. Johnson. Don’t you think he is taking advantage of us in someway? This doesn’t feel very natural. In fact it feels very scary, I’m not so sure I could do that.”

Wide-eyed, I stare at him, hoping that maybe I have jumped to the wrong conclusions, or him to see that Mr. Johnson is taking advantage, any sign that will reassure me. Although knowing there is no choice being given, I’m also embarrassed by the fact that I can’t deny feeling slightly aroused, recalling the passions of the night before.
 
I listen to Robin my expression showing the proper concern and shock as she voices her concerns, When she draws the sheet to cover herself I know that this is the time to test just how well the girl is trained

I sit on the edge of the bed by Robin, my arm around her shoulder. I kiss the crown of her head. and hug her close to me to comfort her. there is weariness n my voice as I speak.

“You’re right of course Robin, yet Mr. Johnson has us over a barrel dear. If we don’t do as he wishes Then he’ll tell Mr. Clayton we would not help him and you know Clayton we will but be out of work.”


I let out a weary sigh.

"But I would be there to protect you dear."
 
With his kiss, his body warm and comforting as he hugs me, I start relaxing immediately and listen to him. He sounds as upset as I am, like we are both in the same predicament, even as if he has tried but with no avail to come up with something to prevent this from happening.

He is right, Mr. Johnson would say we did not help, and who knows what else he would tell him. We would both lose our jobs. Strangely, hearing his weary sigh, I feel sorry that he has been placed in this situation, no longer concerned for myself.

But I would be there to protect you dear.

Naively, I look at him, believing him and trust that this is the only thing we can do.
Although I’m still a bit frightened, even though he would be there to protect me. I can’t help but wonder at what possibly would he have to protect me from, again recalling the incidents of the night before.

“Yes, you’re right and you will be there. It doesn’t seem to be another choice.”

With my lips quivering, I whisper my words, more in convincing myself and trying to get the courage to do this, than in letting him know that I will.

“I guess I should get dressed then.”

I finally say as I stand up.
 
I feel Robin relaxing in my arms she snuggles a little closer and I hug her a little tighter. Robin turns her eyes to me and I can already see that she will do as I have asked. It amazes me that a bright intelligent young woman with her looks and brains could be so naïve yet she had longed so long to be cared for, to be free of all the demands in her life that in fact she was the perfect victim for my little scheme.

“Yes, you’re right and you will be there. It doesn’t seem to be another choice.”

Her voice is a quivering whisper, yet she submits and I kiss her temple and give Robin a reassuring little squeeze.

I guess I should get dressed now.

“Yes Robin I guess so, but I see no need to have you subjected to Mr. Johnson’s leering eyes before this man arrives, nor for you to dress other than for normal business.”

I give Robin another little hug.

“I think Johnson said he would be here in about an hour and a half………I’ll let you get dressed now dear.”

I rose and left Robin to dress. I joined Bill and Mr. “X” in Bill’s den.

“Boys she bought it hook line and sinker.”

I smiled
 
I went in the attached bathroom and turned the shower on, suddenly needing to feel the how spray of the water on my body. While I soaked and then washed over every part of my body, I kept having thoughts of everything that occurred. How I had been trapped in this, how I hated that Paul had blackmailed me, how Jack my other boss had more or less done the same.

Yet even knowing all this, why did I react to the things they had done, the dancing, the stripping and the sex. My Lord, I had never felt such passion before, but even with Paul’s comforting words, his caring, why did I still feel like this just wasn’t right.

After drying off I stood in front of the mirror, putting up my hair and putting on my makeup. What I saw didn’t even seem like me anymore. How could I in one moment hate doing something, yet in the next be so carried away in the pleasure of it. Maybe Paul was right, I shouldn’t be fighting something that was natural, that I should accept and enjoy all the pleasure.

My mind still filled with these thoughts, I dressed, putting things on without really any thought as to doing it. I put on a pair of thigh highs, black bra, panties, a gray sweater with a black skirt that came down past my knees. I slipped into my heels, sprayed a small amount of cologne on and then looked in the mirror again. Business, this was business and going to keep both of us working, I kept telling myself.

There were knots in my belly, not knowing what I was going to have to, and not really sure why I was doing it. Was I doing it to keep my job, doing it so Paul kept his, or was I doing it for me? Whatever the reason, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go throw up, or run and greet the possibility of the pleasure that I had gotten before. My hands were trembling, and my insides a bundle of nerves, when I opened the bedroom door and walked out looking to find Paul.
 
Mr. “X” smiled and winked.


Well what are we waiting for boys let the fun begin.”

I went back upstairs and Robin was just coming out of our room. Her gray sweater, and back skirt, High lighted her stunning blue eyes and rich golden hair. God did Robin ever look hot and her glasses gave just the right touch. Taking but Robins hands in mine I drew her to me for a soft kiss that lingered a moment, a sad smile creased my face.

“Robin you look great dear.”

I paused dropped my head a bit then looked up at her.

“He is here Robin It’s time Love.”

I lead the naïve young woman to a small parlor with a straight back chair in the middle of the room. I directed Robin to sit and then I blindfolded her.

“Robin I’ll be right here dear.”


The door creaked open and footsteps approached Robin’s chair.
 
There seemed to be a look of desire along with approval when Paul took my hands in the warmth of his. But I noticed something seemed to change, the kiss that lingered a moment and then a sad smile on his face, the way he dropped his head a bit before looking back at me.

Even the sound of his voice telling me that it’s time, seem to hold something, I wasn’t sure what. Was it possible he really cared and this was as hard on him as it was for me? If so, could I be strong enough for both of us with whatever this man wanted.

As he sat me down in the chair, fear and anxiety were building up, my hands trembled, inside I was shaking like a leaf. I looked up at him with trusting eyes when he went to put the blindfold on. I couldn’t speak, afraid of what I would say. Holding back the tears, I smiled weakly just before he covered my eyes.

Robin I’ll be right here dear.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax the grip I had on the arms of the chair. He would be right there, to protect me…and to watch… Paul would be watching everything this man did to me. Oh Lord watching….

I lowered my head down, my heart started to race, and then I heard the door open, footsteps coming closer to me.
 
I smile as Robin sets there so tense, her head turns at the foot falls that approach. The knowledge of what will befall her today excites me.

Mr. “X” stands behind the blindfolded offering. He waits several minutes, then kisses the nape of Robin’s neck, he softly blows on her neck the fine stray wisps of hair dance in his warm moist breath. He stands and again waits as anticipation of the unknown builds in Robin. Then his hands cup her breasts and he gently massages them as he nibbles on her ear. he steps back again, waiting. He move around to face robin. His lips brush hers in a demanding kiss as his fingers move to the buttons of her sweater, and one by one they come undone.
 
I jump, startled at first by the warm kisses and the gentle air streams across my neck, in my hair giving me a delightful chill. Then again there is nothing, not even a sound, and nervously I wait for what is to come. Hands begin cupping my breasts, and I draw a deep breath of air, aware of how sensitive everything is when I’m unable to see. My breasts start growing warm and tingling as he massages them, his warm breath nibbling on my ear and I utter a soft sigh as I am aroused by his touch.

I grow anxious when again he stops, my breath and pulse quicken, the anticipation almost overpowering. Suddenly his lips on mine, hot, demanding, forcing me to respond with a moan, while his fingers unbutton my sweater, exposing my bra covered breasts. I know he and Paul can both see my arousal as my pert nipples push out against my bra. I’m trembling, excited, aroused, and an increasing warm tingling has started to center beneath my panties.
 
Robin’s body is responding to Mr. ”X” attention already she is sighing and moaning and I smile at how far Robin has come in such a short time.


Mr. “X” slips the trembling young woman’s sweater from her body then kisses each of robin’s pert little nipples and tongues trough her back lace bra. Again he steps away and he smiles at her, even though she is blindfolded. He waits the minutes pass by.

Finally he stoops lifting Robin’s heel and slips her shoe off, then in like manner her other shoe. This time he does not wait but slowly runs his hands up the smooth curves of Robin’s leg his hand just grazes her moist panty covered pussy then he slowly rolls down her Thigh High stocking pulling it free. He waits letting the young woman sit in anticipation before removing her other stocking
 
Lord, who is this man and what is he doing to me? Just the way he removes my sweater has me tingling. And the way he licks my nipples through the material of my bra, makes me want to pull the bra off myself so I can feel his mouth against me.

When he stops this time, I let out a frustrated breath, why does he keep stopping. No longer afraid of what he might do next, but wanting him to continue. The anticipation is almost killing me, it seems he takes forever and I wonder if they can hear how hard my heart is pounding.

As soon as he slips my shoes off, my toes tingle and I feel short off breath. With the movement of his hand up my leg, I curl my fingers around the arms of the chair, and my body stiffens the closer he gets to my damp panties. The touch of his hand as it brushes across my panties, spontaneously makes me arch, my legs are trembling. And by the time he has removed my stocking, I’m sucking on my lower lip, squirming in my seat, so aroused by the touch of this invisible lover.

“Oh Lord…….”

A low moan escapes me when he stops again. This slow teasing torment, the waiting, the silence, keeps pushing my state of arousal. It is maddening, yet so sweet, so sensual, so erotically stimulating.
 
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