Blackmail

She receives a text message from her husband's co-worker. He's going to destroy her marriage and her husband's career with the information he has. Does she have the will to stop him?

“Hi, can we meet?”

“Who is this?”

“Ryan, I work with Bill”

“Ryan? Have we met?”

“Yes, at the Christmas party last year.”

Her gut almost wretched. She recalled Ryan. Ryan had letched over her for the last hour of her husband’s works’ Christmas party last December. Bill had been tied up at the bar speaking to the guys in logistics, and Ryan has come and sat next to her. She could smell his foul breath again as the memories came back to her. His disgusting beard, thick and coarse, with dry flakes of skin and crumbs of food caught between the light grey hairs. His comb-over hanging over his ear, exposing his shining bald pate. Yes, she remembered Ryan.

“What do you want?”

“I want to meet with you”

“Why?”

“I have something to talk to you about”

“What?”

“Something I can’t tell you by text”

“You can tell me”

“No I can’t, I need to meet you”

His insistence was beginning to piss her off.

“Just tell me what it is”

“You don’t want me to”

“Jesus! Yes I do.”

“I saw you”

“You saw me?”

“Yes, I saw you, last week. I want to meet with you”

She thought back to what she’d done last week. She hadn’t been near Bill’s work, and she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d been that was particularly public.

“Where did you see me?”

“In the hotel”

“What hotel?”

Her face flushed as she tapped out the letters. If he’d really seen her at THE hotel, then he could make a lot of trouble for her, but had he, or was he mistaken?

“The Mercure”

“On Tuesday”

“In the afternoon”

Fuck. He had seen her.

“What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Meet me”

Fuck. This was turning south quickly.

“Fine, where?”

“At the Mercure, in the bar.”

“When?”

“Next Tuesday, at 3pm”

Oh shit. That was exactly the time she’d been there last week, when she’d met the guy off Pure. Exactly the same arrangement. What an afternoon she’d had! He’d turned out to be insatiable, and had screwed her more than halfway through the week with his skillfully wielded cock, not to mention the way he’d used his fingers and his tongue on her body to treat her to sensations she’d never felt before. They’d left the room in a pungent mess, with fluids spilled over almost every surface. Recalling it made her core tighten, but it didn’t last long as she felt anxiety begin to build from her shoulders up through her neck, right into her brain, nervous tingling giving her a shiver.

“Fine”

“Thank you”



She was tense for the next couple of days. She lost count of the number of times her husband asked her what was up, and she found herself being a little more attentive to his needs than usual. She had uninstalled Pure from her phone, but despite this she felt like she leapt in the air every time she heard a new message alert. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about work, but she asked him a couple of times how things were. He responded with a short ‘fine’ and nothing more, but she couldn’t tell if that meant it was fine, or if it concealed something of concern that he didn’t want to share with her.



Tuesday came, and she saw Bill out to his car. His work was a little way out of town, so he drove every day, and with the traffic during term time it took him anything up to an hour. She waved him off as he pulled out of the cul-de-sac, and then she stepped back indoors. She ran the bath, pouring in some salts to try to add a calming effect. With the radio on in the kitchen, she unfastened her robe and stepped into the warm water. An hour passed as she tried to relax. After her bath she sorted through the mail, then made herself a coffee. She was on edge; every little task seemed to take an age to go through, it was like she was watching herself in slow motion. She was dreading what this Ryan guy had to say, and what he wanted. Eurgh, just thinking about him made her want to puke. He was one of those old guys who had never grown out of the eighties. She remembered him wearing a pair of cotton trousers with the sharpest crease down the front, and an open collar shirt, tucked in, with a slim leather belt. She felt a shiver as she recalled his appearance; the hairs on his knuckles, his yellow teeth, his bulbous nose.



Lunchtime came and went. She couldn’t eat. She sipped coffee and made herself decent enough to go out. She walked to the main road just before 2pm and waited for the number 71 bus into Maidstone, and then the 10X out towards Ashford. It took her a little while, but just before 3pm the bus dropped her at the wide gates of the Mercure Maidstone Great Danes Hotel. She walked up the long drive and made her way through reception to the bar.



She saw Ryan straight away; he had chosen a seat at a table close to the windows overlooking the park, and had a half-drunk pint of lager sitting on the table in front of him. As she walked across to him he laughed out loud, spilling peanut crumbs from his mouth and down his front. His eyes looked her up and down through his reactive glasses, and he kicked the corner of the chair next to him so that it turned enough for her to sit on it.



“Well, I’m here, Ryan. What did you want to talk about?” She sat with her knees pressed together and her arms firmly crossed.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”

She flushed, but held her defensive demeanour. “What do you know?”

“Two weeks ago, right here, right now, I was meeting a supplier to discuss some new contracts, right in this seat. I saw you come in, dressed up to the nines, and I saw you meet him. When I say him, it was quite clear it wasn’t Bill, not just because he was taller, younger and fitter than Bill, but because I’d left Bill slaving over some accounts in the office not 45 minutes earlier.”

She breathed in deeply and sighed. “He was just an old friend, I was meeting him for a drink.”

“We both know that’s not true, don’t we? I watched the pair of you take the elevator, and I know for a fact this hotel doesn’t have anything other than bedrooms upstairs. My meeting dragged on, and the contracts needed to be read through in detail, so I was here with my supplier for a good three hours.”

“And..?” She just wanted him to get it all out quickly, she could tell he knew everything.

“I saw the two of you come down, looking quite dishevelled, almost as if you’d had to dress hurriedly. Your hair was a mess and your make-up was smudged, and you seemed to be having difficulty walking straight, which the two of you found quite amusing if I remember right.”

He did remember right. The guy she had met had given her such a pounding and she’d had more than four intense orgasms that had left her barely able to support her own weight.

“And then you went outside, got into his car and drove off. Now, I hope that’s refreshed your memory?”

“Not that I needed it refreshing, but yes, there’s no point denying it. But why are you going to such pains to tell me all this? Are you going to tell Bill?”

“I hope I don’t have to. I mean, it would put me in a great position if I did. Bill has been struggling enough as it is with work, so this news might just put him off his stride to such an extent that Alan gives him a lighter load and puts me up into the role of manager, but that would be cruel, wouldn’t it? Kick a man when he’s down, take his job? That’s the kind of thing that would break a man, don’t you think?”

“Oh god, you can’t do that to him!”

“Well, I can, but it’s really not up to me whether I do that or not.”

“What do you mean?”

“Surely you know what I mean? I mean, you’re an attractive woman.”

Fuck. He wasn’t being serious, surely?

“You’re going to have to come out with it Ryan, sorry.”

“You can decide whether I tell Bill about your little romp or not. Only if I do him a favour I’m going to need a favour in return.”

“You mean you won’t tell him if I.. if I..” she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“If you give me some of your honey, yes. I’ve booked a room, we can go now if you want, or you can get yourself a drink first?”

She looked at him. His toothy grin was breaking out from between his coarse beard and overgrown moustache. His hair was, at least, in place, but it was so creepy seeing those long wisps of hair curled over and around the top of his head. His claret coloured nose was full of blackheads, and his mouth had a line of lager head in the corner, between his upper and lower lip. She tasted vomit at the back of her throat.

“I’ll get a drink first”

As she stood up, she felt his hand on her wrist, and as she turned to look at him she heard him say “Don’t be long, love” in the most salacious way possible. She shuddered.



The barman handed her the glass filled with a double vodka, which she choked back quickly before asking for another. Ryan arrived behind her, announcing his presence with his lager-laden breath and a grasp of his fingers on her butt. “Let’s head up” he said, close up to her ear. She felt his warm breath on her neck and convulsed. The second double vodka slipped down quicker than the first, and she turned to walk with him, slightly behind him as he led the way to the room he had booked.



Her mind was filled with repulsive thoughts as she walked, watching his back, and feeling the warmth of the vodka spreading in her throat, chest and belly. She thought about turning away, backing out, but the idea of her exquisite dalliance a fortnight ago being the root of her husband’s downfall was too distressing for her. She felt a tear in her eye as she contemplated how that could turn out. No, she would have to be strong, and pay this grotesque man off with her body, in order to save Bill’s career.



They reached his room, and he slid the card into the lock, opened the door and invited her in. She passed him and walked into the open space at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t want to powder your nose first?” he said, as if it was something he imagined women did before sex.

“Thank you, no, let’s just get on with it”

“That’s the spirit. You should get yourself out of those clothes first.”

She turned her back to him and began to undress, pushing off her shoes and unfastening her top.

“You’re not going to let me see?”

She sniffed, lowered her head and turned back towards him. Her fingers unfastened the last button and she slid her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her plain pink brassiere to his gaze. He moaned with a gutteral sound, somehow making the earth seem like it shook from the depth of his filthy desire.

“That’s it. And the rest.”

His eyes were following her fingers as she unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down over her hips and thighs. She felt his gaze staring hungrily at her as she stepped out of the legs, leaving her in just her bra, panties and socks.

“Fuck, you’re so much better than I imagined” He said, rubbing himself through his trousers and licking his lips. “Suck my cock.”

He unzipped his cotton slacks and reached inside to draw his cock out. She dropped to her knees in front of him and lifted her head. “Fuck!” She near enough yelped as her eyes fell on the huge white cock presented to her. It was thick, with a wide bulb at the head, and it was long. ‘Jesus’, she thought as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the tip. She felt his rough hands in her blonde hair as he took hold of her head. Her lips parted and she opened her mouth wide to try to fit the gigantic glans inside. It grazed her teeth and pressed her tongue down as it slipped in. She sucked, and felt his fingers curl with the pleasure of it. His moans were almost sub-human, but consistent with the movement of her mouth and lips on the head of his cock. She lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around his girthy shaft. She could barely touch the tips of her finger and thumb around the base it was so thick, and she struggled to rub her hand up and down without losing her grip. Despite knowing how gross the man attached to this magnificent piece was, she felt herself starting to get moist between her thighs with the anticipation of feeling herself filled with such a huge cock for the first time in a very long time. As exciting as her liaison had been a fortnight ago, and as skilled a lover as he was, his cock was not so very different from her husbands. This one, though, was something else.



Ryan held on to her head for a moment or two longer before gripping her hair and lifting her back to her feet. “Get on the bed, on all fours”, he grunted.

She did as she was told, unfastening and removing her bra on the way there. She knelt up on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, pushing her butt out towards him, wiggling it invitingly. This cock had changed everything for her. She no longer gave a rats arse that this grunting goon was the least attractive man she had ever met. She was cock drunk. Maybe it was partly the vodka, but all she wanted now was to feel herself filled with Ryan’s enormous fat member.

His hands tucked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees, exposing her butt and her plump pussy lips to his gaze. He gurgled something unintelligible to her and pushed a thick finger between her butt cheeks, first finding her tight anus, but then sliding down over her perineum to her aching wet pussy. He let it slide around between her labia for a moment or two, coating it with her juices and making her moan and gasp with every graze against her pussy, before he pulled it away. She braced herself as she felt it. The bulb. She’d played with vegetables at home before on some of her more bored days. A cucumber, a peeled carrot, a peeled parsnip, but this felt like a fucking turnip. The broad, dark pink head pushed against her labia, slipping at first as she adjusted her position to make room for it between her thighs. She reached one hand between her legs and touched the frenulum, pushing it upwards as it slid forward, trying to give it some guidance towards her dripping wet hole. It wouldn’t go in at first, it was like pushing a pool noodle up against a keyhole, but with some slow rocking and a great deal of muscular release from her, it finally slid in, causing her to scream as it stretched her wide open. It felt like she was going to split in two as he nudged it further in, holding a tight grip on her waist as he thrust his pelvis forward. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and her whole body felt consumed by him as he impaled her, going deep with his first breathtaking stroke. She cursed, over and over again, as she fought for breath and struggled to remain conscious, her head becoming dizzy and her vision blurry all at once. She felt like she would pass out, just as he paused, then withdrew a few inches. She felt the relief inside her, and breathed out and in deeply while she had the chance. In a moment he was pushing back inside, and as deep as the first stroke. He repeated this over and over again, telling her how tight she was, what a great ass she had, how she was the best he’d ever felt. She felt his hands reach around at one point to squeeze her breasts as they rocked like pendulums beneath her. Her body was on fire, and the extra sensations created by his fingers pinching her nipples and gripping her heaving tits tipped her over the edge, her pussy clenching and spilling a wave of cum over his thick hard shaft. This made everything a whole lot more slippery, and his cock began to piston into her harder and faster, driving with a brutish force, nudging at her cervix with each stroke, and pushing her so hard that she dropped her head to the bed so she could scream loud into the duvet. She felt his hand on her spine, pushing her down, as his jack-hammer cock pounded her aching pussy. She looked back to see he had removed his shirt, and the skin of his torso was glistening with sweat. His hair had fallen down onto his shoulder and his bald head reflected the light from above, and the grin on his ugly face said everything about how much he was loving this experience. None of that mattered to her right now. She realised she was loving it too, and that she couldn’t get enough of this amazing cock. It was like a magic wand inside her, casting a spell of desire on her that made her want to feel it pulsing inside her, filling her with thick ribbons of sticky cum.

“Fuck, yes, faster, harder, yes baby, fuck me, yes, fuck, oh, god, fuck, jesus, yes, cum in me, cum in me, fuck, yes..”

Her words were lost between heavy moans and deep breaths as she savoured every moment of being impaled on this fleshy pole. She reached her hand back to grip his wrist as she felt her second climax building, and at that moment she felt him swell even more inside her, growing again to what felt like the size of a prize winning marrow. Her core tightened, her body rippled and the wave of ecstasy broke through her as she came. She screamed into the bed, just as he grunted loudly and she felt him release his heavy load deep in her hungry cunt. It seemed to spew for what seemed like an age, spurt after spurt of his thick semen shooting up past her open cervix, filling her womb. She felt warm and achey, in the best possible way, as he slipped his shaft out of her and she rested, kneeling, on the bed. The thick ooze began to drip out of her and down her thigh, soaking into her pink panties down at her knees, but she didn’t care. She felt a radiant haze all around her.

The sound of his zip broke the moment, and then his voice tore through her quiet.

“I’ll not tell Bill anything, for now.” And with that she heard him step out into the corridor, the door closing behind him. She was left alone, and as she folded on to the bed and curled up to enjoy the last vestiges of her pleasure, she found herself thinking she didn’t mind one bit that she might have to give in to his blackmail any number of times to keep Ryan from telling her husband about her cheating. Any number of times, and she smiled goofily to herself.