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Sexy Sue from York
Chapter 2: The Proposition
Precis of chapter 1. Sue, a 30 year old white I.T Assistant is useless at her job and passes away the time gossiping, much to the annoyance of Rob her newly appointed black I.T manager. When he is told that he has to leave the firm at the end of his probationary period because of poor performance he blames Sue. Dwelling on this he decides to teach the white bitch a lesson she won’t forget before he finishes. Devising an elaborate scheme he seduces her in the office with the sole purpose of taking some compromising video of her performing a sex act.
The remainder of the bus journey and the subsequent short walk through the rain soaked streets to her modest house in a suburb of York was a blur. Standing in the kitchen she realised that she was still tightly clutching the now damp envelope containing the explicit pictures of her. She didn’t normally drink alcohol because she would become inebriated after only a couple of glasses of wine. However, dismissing such concerns she found the only bottle of wine in the house and poured herself a generous amount. Downed in two long gulps she immediately poured another, opened the envelope and read the note within.
Hello Sue,
Hopefully your curiosity will have got the better of you and you’ll have seen at least one of the photos before reading this. If not, take a look, they’re very good! But we don’t have to rely on just my opinion; posting them on the internet would let tens of thousands of others see and decide. They will, of course, share them with others as well. Then there is your family and your work colleagues to consider, it wouldn’t be fair to leave them out would it. But don’t worry, I won’t let others see them if you agree to do something for me in return. I know what you’re thinking…but reporting this would be a mistake. I have lots more pictures and videos of you on your own ready to upload at the first hint of that. Remember, once they are on the internet they are there forever.
So you’ll be thinking why me? Well, I hold you largely responsible for me losing my job! But I’m neither vindictive nor greedy so all I want you to do is to follow the simple instructions that I’ve set out below;
1. First things first, get that 1970s style pussy hair trimmed. Keep a neat triangle above your slit but loose the rest.
2. On Saturday buy yourself these things as I’m sure you don’t have most of them in your wardrobe at the moment:-
- A ‘plunge cup' push-up bra;
- A tight very low cut top to show off lots of the cleavage it will create;
- A mini skirt (but you won't be wearing knickers if you choose this option)
OR
- A matching suspender belt, knickers and stockings (wear them with an ‘above the knee’ loose skirt).
3. Be at the gates to the Yorkshire museum opposite Lendal Bridge in York city centre at 9 am on Sunday morning.
4. Come in your new clothes and please also wear heels and red lipstick.
Sue stood rooted to the spot open mouthed for several minutes. She felt both sick and strangely giddy at the same time, like waiting for a rollercoaster to start when you know is going to be terrifying. It was obviously her boss Rob who was behind this but if she went to her employer or elsewhere it would be so embarrassing. Leafing through the pictures she again experienced conflicting emotions. The disgust and anger at having her feelings…or was it her lust…exploited so cruelly by that bastard Rob was being accompanied by a distinct thrill. How had a good girl like her got herself into this situation? Recalling how much she had enjoyed being fucked and how little she had cared about where it was happening made her involuntarily shiver with a strange excitement. I don’t have a bad body she mused as she studied one photo after another in more detail. The wine was clearly blurring her judgement but after finishing the bottle she decided that she would meet Rob on Sunday and confront him. In her mind it was the least bad and definitely less embarrassing option.
A bad hangover was her only companion the following morning, which gave her an excuse to have the day off. Seeing the envelope again made her angry, but at herself as much as at the person who had sent it. Rob had rightly surmised that she didn’t have any of the items of clothing on his list and it hurt her to acknowledge this because it demonstrated how unadventurous and prissy she was. Buying the specified clothes didn't bother her, but the thought of going somewhere to get her pussy hair shaved and trimmed certainly did. How embarrassing would that be! Sue resolved to do it herself after she had shopped for the clothing, a bit of ‘retail therapy’ would be good. Trimming her mature bush proved to be surprisingly difficult although buying a beard trimmer was one of her better decisions over the last couple of days. The freshly shaved pussy felt odd but she had to admit that it definitely looked better. On Sunday morning Sue dressed as requested although why still remained a mystery. She had chosen the ‘short skirt and stockings’ option in preference to not wearing any knickers. The stockings were unfamiliar attire and she felt very self-conscious with her boobs pushed up provocatively by the new bra. Her choice of top and skirt length had been a difficult decision, how much cleavage was enough...how short was ‘short'? She had booked a taxi and walked quickly towards the car when it arrived, hoping to avoid the gaze of any neighbours. When she saw the look on the taxi drivers face it confirmed that her choice had been correct, at least from his perspective anyway. Even though she clearly didn’t have any luggage the driver jumped out when he saw her to open the rear passenger door. Taking a good look at the ample cleavage on display as she eased past him to get in he gave her a wink as he closed the door. Smiling awkwardly Sue told him where she wanted to go. The contrast between the respectable destination and her provocative clothing made him look over his shoulder and ask her to repeat it. When they arrived he quickly jumped out and ‘gallantly’ opened the door again, blatantly ogling her creamy white breasts when she started to get out. This caused her to hurry, resulting in an unintentional flash of stocking top as she failed to keep her legs together. After paying the fare the driver winked at her “don’t bother with a tip darling; the scenery was more than enough. Here’s my card, I can pick you up anywhere any time". He winked again. Sue smiled awkwardly...she knew that she looked like a prostitute and also knew that it was what he thought as well.
Rob arrived shortly after, carrying a large tube bag and smiling broadly. He whistled appreciatively and Sue winced as he greeted her "Thanks for turning up. You look gorgeous…loving the tits by the way”. There was nobody close by when he put his hands on either side of her skirt and moved them upwards, exposing first her stocking tops then the crotch of her knickers. "Looking promising" he said as Sue struggled to pull her skirt back down. "let go you creep" she hissed, people will see…what do you want anyway"? "I want to add some variety to my new photo album" he smirked. “Just a few glamour pictures of my favourite big titted white girl, but out of the office this time". "Get lost you pervert" Sue snapped, I suppose that’s why you’ve dragged me here, to pose for your sordid pleasure….now I know what a creep you are." Rob was unperturbed, he had chosen the location and time well and he knew it. The museum grounds were popular on Sundays and were also close to the tourist trap area around York Minster which would start to get busy at about 10 am. “Look, you owe me…I lost my job because of your idleness and slack attitude. You’re a local girl so you know the gates open in a couple of minutes. If you shut the fuck up talking for once in your life we can get on with it and we'll be done before lots of people turn up. The longer you stall the more people will be about – your choice! Remember, I can easily show your family and workmates what a brazen tart you are”! "Piss off" she spat back, “I’ve heard that pictures can be faked…I’ll say that’s what happened”. "Good point" he conceded, but what about this video, it would be almost impossible to fake. Rob took his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a couple of times. There was Sue masturbating and moaning as she rubbed her cunt and nipples in the office then walked naked into the company boardroom. Sue burst into tears, "you bastard" she sobbed. "What have I done to you"? I’ve told you once already you daft bitch, your late and bloody useless input to my board reports cost me my job and I really-really needed that to go well for me. And you disrespected me every day by tossing it off and gossiping while I had to cover for your uselessness". Rob remained calm while he delivered his verbal broadside to the 30 year old blonde stood in front of him. “Anyway, this video and all those pictures won’t go to your family and friends if you start to show a bit more of a cooperative attitude”. Sue looked crestfallen and fell silent. It was true what he was saying about how poorly she generally behaved at work. Anyway, she reasoned, he’s got those other photos so a few more won’t make any difference.
Sensing the hesitation he took her by the hand and led her past and to the right of the gate. There were several people walking up Museum Street towards the impressive York Minster ahead. No one took much interest in them. Taking an expensive camera with a big lens out of the bag Rob gave orders to Sue who stood self-consciously and sulkily on the pavement watching on. “I want some scene setting shots first, stand over there by that ‘York museum' sign. Come on..smile..smile not grimace..now turn to face me with your back towards the Minster towers. Now lift up your top so I can see that sexy new bra. Now pull up the front of your skirt so I can see those stocking tops, further...show me those new knickers. Rob took his time getting the shots framed so it was clear where in the world they were located. Unknown to her some people were walking towards her from the direction of the Minster so he stalled while they approached and made sure they were in some of the pictures. When they were about 20 metres away, to build up her confidence in him, he told Sue to cover up. There was a lull after they had passed by so Rob told Sue to walk with him up the street and into Precentors Court, the road leading to York Minster cathedral. Passing through the entrance gates into Deans Park he stopped and put the bag onto the grass in the lea of the impressive landmark gothic church. Mounting his camera onto a collapsible tripod he changed the lens and fitted a large flash while explaining to her what he wanted her to do next. There was no one in the immediate area so she thought it best to get on with it. She was required to bend over at the waist and twist round so that she was looking back at him. Rob stood some distance away and used the zoom lens to get both candid and close up shots. “lift up your skirt at the back please” he called, “That’s great, now grab your left ankle with your right hand. Keep those legs straight and look back at me. Now the other way, twist more and shake your hair from your face so I can see it better. Sue straightened up when Rob shouted ‘ok’ and beckoned her to him. “Just a few more and we're done. This time I want those new knickers down so they’re round your ankles and then pose in the same way as before. With a resigned sigh, Sue complied. Rob didn’t rush, in fact he did the opposite, taking his time to get the right angles and focus, directing the poses that he wanted Sue to take. "Nice job on the pussy hair by the way, much better than that 1970s bush you had" he shouted. The powerful macro telephoto lens allowed Rob to see the faintest of stubble on the recently shaved pussy and he posed Sue in such a way as to get her face and cunt in sharp focus at the same time. “Keep those knickers stretched tight” he instructed. “Twist round more...I want to see those cocksucker lips AND those pussy lips in the same shot. Seeing some more people approaching the church on the nearby path Rob continued to take pictures until Sue, sensing the closeness of the approaching couple, quickly stood up and tried to recover her modesty. “Why didn’t you warn me” she wailed while Rob put his camera and tripod back into the tube bag. Rob shrugged and smiled, assuring her that they didn’t see anything, although he didn’t tell her that he had caught their shocked expressions on the last few images.
Looking at his watch Rob noted that it was now 11.00 so suggested that they go for a drink and some brunch. Sue was not at all keen and desperately wanted to go home but Rob had something else in mind and insisted. It was a short walk to the historic Guy Fawkes Inn on High Petergate. With Sue installed in the bay window seating area Rob got a beer for him and a large glass of Chardonnay for her. Although the sun was shining strongly outside, the interior of the centuries old pub was fairly dark. Rob busied himself downloading the images from the camera onto an iMac pro laptop that he produced from his bag. The amoled screen glowed brightly in the low light and made the first image all the more striking when it appeared on the laptop screen. Although anxious what she would see, Sue felt a now familiar tingle in her stomach as the first few innocent tourist type pictures gave way to ever more sexually charged ones. She was genuinely shocked at the clarity of those taken in Deans Park as she could see every detail of her face, clothing and vagina which were juxtaposed against the sober historic religious background. The poses in the latter images were positively pornographic, the angles of her stocking tops drawing her eyes to the shaved pussy that they neatly framed. So far, she had been successful in holding back any tears but they flowed freely when the images appeared of the couple approaching close behind her.
What are you intending to do with them" she sobbed, sipping her wine. It occurred to her that she had drunk more wine in the last 24 hours than in the last 6 months. "That really depends on you" he laughed. If you’re a good girl I’ll just keep them in my collection and, like I promised, I won’t share them with your family and workmates. He then gave Sue a choice, either go back to her house with him and let him fuck her or go up onto the city walls to have some more pictures taken. "It will be busy with tourists this afternoon so we should get some great background crowd shots while you get your tits and fanny out on show again". Sue did not want another session of outdoor humiliation but the thought of him effectively blackmailing her into letting him fuck her again was almost, but not quite, as unpalatable. She gulped another mouthful of wine while she thought. "Come on" he said, “you can make up your mind while you get us another drink and some food” while I pack this kit away. He gave Sue some money and enjoyed watching her struggle to pull her skirt down as she got up from the low seat. It was quite busy at the bar by now and she had to wait. When he had finished with the bag he got up and joined her. While they waited to be served his hand slid down from her waist and found her ass, which he groped. Turning to check his bag was ok, he noticed some guys watching so he pressed a bit harder and began to slowly lift up the back of her skirt. By the time she had been served he had got the hem of her skirt raised to a level where the bottom half of her knickers were clearly visible. Walking quickly back to their table, eyes moist from both embarrassment and frustration, Sue sat down. Waiting for a while he asked again what her choice was to be. "I want to go home you bastard" she spat. "Ok, good choice" he said. They sat in silence until the food came. As they left, Sue could feel eyes burning into her as the group of guys watched her walk out. Rob’s white Mercedes convertible was parked nearby. He lowered the top before setting off so that anyone in a higher vehicle would be able to get a good view of her tits.
Turning left at a large pub on the corner they traveled a couple of hundred yards down the quiet suburban street and parked on the road outside her house. She walked down the short garden path and opened the door while he got the tube bag from the car boot. Closing the door behind him he took in the homely feel of the small semi-detached house. Well, he said, I think you impressed those guys in the pub. "Fuck off" Sue spat as she shuddered at the thought. "Oh, don't worry, you'll be showing a lot more than that soon unless you are a good girl. Now where's the bedroom, I want to set up my cameras. “You’re surely not going to film us making love are you” she asked with great indignation in her voice. “Hell yes, its not like you haven’t fucked on camera before is it” he joked. Going upstairs with Sue tailing moodily behind him he set one DSLR camera up on its tripod at the end of the bed and another on a smaller tripod at the bed head. He then stripped off her top, skirt, bra and finally her knickers before telling her to first kneel in the centre of the bed facing the foot end and then again facing the headboard. Rob adjusted and focused the cameras to these positions before starting the camera’s ‘video mode', removing his clothes and getting onto the bed. “Leave those stockings and heels on so you’ll look like a proper porn star" he teased. "What about protection” Sue asked. “Don't worry; I've locked the front door” he joked. Sue didn't smile. “I mean a condom” she muttered “you didn't use one last time". “I had ‘the snip a while ago so I don’t need that shit” was his dismissive reply.
Kneeling beside Sue his fingers got straight to work on her by now very familiar pussy. Despite her dark mood and to her internal shame the tell tail moistness of arousal began to appear and his tongue found her clit. By now Rob’s cock was so hard he thought it would explode. You can be on top” he instructed. Adjusting her position Sue had to keep one hand on the bed while her other arm reached between her legs to guide the firm black shaft into her. The now well lubricated cunt lips seemed to greedily encase the black cock. Five minutes later he instructed her to ride the cock 'reverse Cowgirl’ style. Sensing that he was getting close to ejaculating he quickly re-positioned her onto her back. Holding her legs up and apart by the ankles he drove his cock into her with gusto, his balls slapping loudly on her ass as she grunted in response to each thrust. It was the best orgasm of his life and he left his cock in her hot snatch until it went fully limp. Getting off the bed he took one of the cameras from its tripod, switched it from video to manual mode and took some shots of the cum now oozing from Sue's well fucked cunt.
Chapter 2: The Proposition
Precis of chapter 1. Sue, a 30 year old white I.T Assistant is useless at her job and passes away the time gossiping, much to the annoyance of Rob her newly appointed black I.T manager. When he is told that he has to leave the firm at the end of his probationary period because of poor performance he blames Sue. Dwelling on this he decides to teach the white bitch a lesson she won’t forget before he finishes. Devising an elaborate scheme he seduces her in the office with the sole purpose of taking some compromising video of her performing a sex act.
The remainder of the bus journey and the subsequent short walk through the rain soaked streets to her modest house in a suburb of York was a blur. Standing in the kitchen she realised that she was still tightly clutching the now damp envelope containing the explicit pictures of her. She didn’t normally drink alcohol because she would become inebriated after only a couple of glasses of wine. However, dismissing such concerns she found the only bottle of wine in the house and poured herself a generous amount. Downed in two long gulps she immediately poured another, opened the envelope and read the note within.
Hello Sue,
Hopefully your curiosity will have got the better of you and you’ll have seen at least one of the photos before reading this. If not, take a look, they’re very good! But we don’t have to rely on just my opinion; posting them on the internet would let tens of thousands of others see and decide. They will, of course, share them with others as well. Then there is your family and your work colleagues to consider, it wouldn’t be fair to leave them out would it. But don’t worry, I won’t let others see them if you agree to do something for me in return. I know what you’re thinking…but reporting this would be a mistake. I have lots more pictures and videos of you on your own ready to upload at the first hint of that. Remember, once they are on the internet they are there forever.
So you’ll be thinking why me? Well, I hold you largely responsible for me losing my job! But I’m neither vindictive nor greedy so all I want you to do is to follow the simple instructions that I’ve set out below;
1. First things first, get that 1970s style pussy hair trimmed. Keep a neat triangle above your slit but loose the rest.
2. On Saturday buy yourself these things as I’m sure you don’t have most of them in your wardrobe at the moment:-
- A ‘plunge cup' push-up bra;
- A tight very low cut top to show off lots of the cleavage it will create;
- A mini skirt (but you won't be wearing knickers if you choose this option)
OR
- A matching suspender belt, knickers and stockings (wear them with an ‘above the knee’ loose skirt).
3. Be at the gates to the Yorkshire museum opposite Lendal Bridge in York city centre at 9 am on Sunday morning.
4. Come in your new clothes and please also wear heels and red lipstick.
Sue stood rooted to the spot open mouthed for several minutes. She felt both sick and strangely giddy at the same time, like waiting for a rollercoaster to start when you know is going to be terrifying. It was obviously her boss Rob who was behind this but if she went to her employer or elsewhere it would be so embarrassing. Leafing through the pictures she again experienced conflicting emotions. The disgust and anger at having her feelings…or was it her lust…exploited so cruelly by that bastard Rob was being accompanied by a distinct thrill. How had a good girl like her got herself into this situation? Recalling how much she had enjoyed being fucked and how little she had cared about where it was happening made her involuntarily shiver with a strange excitement. I don’t have a bad body she mused as she studied one photo after another in more detail. The wine was clearly blurring her judgement but after finishing the bottle she decided that she would meet Rob on Sunday and confront him. In her mind it was the least bad and definitely less embarrassing option.
A bad hangover was her only companion the following morning, which gave her an excuse to have the day off. Seeing the envelope again made her angry, but at herself as much as at the person who had sent it. Rob had rightly surmised that she didn’t have any of the items of clothing on his list and it hurt her to acknowledge this because it demonstrated how unadventurous and prissy she was. Buying the specified clothes didn't bother her, but the thought of going somewhere to get her pussy hair shaved and trimmed certainly did. How embarrassing would that be! Sue resolved to do it herself after she had shopped for the clothing, a bit of ‘retail therapy’ would be good. Trimming her mature bush proved to be surprisingly difficult although buying a beard trimmer was one of her better decisions over the last couple of days. The freshly shaved pussy felt odd but she had to admit that it definitely looked better. On Sunday morning Sue dressed as requested although why still remained a mystery. She had chosen the ‘short skirt and stockings’ option in preference to not wearing any knickers. The stockings were unfamiliar attire and she felt very self-conscious with her boobs pushed up provocatively by the new bra. Her choice of top and skirt length had been a difficult decision, how much cleavage was enough...how short was ‘short'? She had booked a taxi and walked quickly towards the car when it arrived, hoping to avoid the gaze of any neighbours. When she saw the look on the taxi drivers face it confirmed that her choice had been correct, at least from his perspective anyway. Even though she clearly didn’t have any luggage the driver jumped out when he saw her to open the rear passenger door. Taking a good look at the ample cleavage on display as she eased past him to get in he gave her a wink as he closed the door. Smiling awkwardly Sue told him where she wanted to go. The contrast between the respectable destination and her provocative clothing made him look over his shoulder and ask her to repeat it. When they arrived he quickly jumped out and ‘gallantly’ opened the door again, blatantly ogling her creamy white breasts when she started to get out. This caused her to hurry, resulting in an unintentional flash of stocking top as she failed to keep her legs together. After paying the fare the driver winked at her “don’t bother with a tip darling; the scenery was more than enough. Here’s my card, I can pick you up anywhere any time". He winked again. Sue smiled awkwardly...she knew that she looked like a prostitute and also knew that it was what he thought as well.
Rob arrived shortly after, carrying a large tube bag and smiling broadly. He whistled appreciatively and Sue winced as he greeted her "Thanks for turning up. You look gorgeous…loving the tits by the way”. There was nobody close by when he put his hands on either side of her skirt and moved them upwards, exposing first her stocking tops then the crotch of her knickers. "Looking promising" he said as Sue struggled to pull her skirt back down. "let go you creep" she hissed, people will see…what do you want anyway"? "I want to add some variety to my new photo album" he smirked. “Just a few glamour pictures of my favourite big titted white girl, but out of the office this time". "Get lost you pervert" Sue snapped, I suppose that’s why you’ve dragged me here, to pose for your sordid pleasure….now I know what a creep you are." Rob was unperturbed, he had chosen the location and time well and he knew it. The museum grounds were popular on Sundays and were also close to the tourist trap area around York Minster which would start to get busy at about 10 am. “Look, you owe me…I lost my job because of your idleness and slack attitude. You’re a local girl so you know the gates open in a couple of minutes. If you shut the fuck up talking for once in your life we can get on with it and we'll be done before lots of people turn up. The longer you stall the more people will be about – your choice! Remember, I can easily show your family and workmates what a brazen tart you are”! "Piss off" she spat back, “I’ve heard that pictures can be faked…I’ll say that’s what happened”. "Good point" he conceded, but what about this video, it would be almost impossible to fake. Rob took his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a couple of times. There was Sue masturbating and moaning as she rubbed her cunt and nipples in the office then walked naked into the company boardroom. Sue burst into tears, "you bastard" she sobbed. "What have I done to you"? I’ve told you once already you daft bitch, your late and bloody useless input to my board reports cost me my job and I really-really needed that to go well for me. And you disrespected me every day by tossing it off and gossiping while I had to cover for your uselessness". Rob remained calm while he delivered his verbal broadside to the 30 year old blonde stood in front of him. “Anyway, this video and all those pictures won’t go to your family and friends if you start to show a bit more of a cooperative attitude”. Sue looked crestfallen and fell silent. It was true what he was saying about how poorly she generally behaved at work. Anyway, she reasoned, he’s got those other photos so a few more won’t make any difference.
Sensing the hesitation he took her by the hand and led her past and to the right of the gate. There were several people walking up Museum Street towards the impressive York Minster ahead. No one took much interest in them. Taking an expensive camera with a big lens out of the bag Rob gave orders to Sue who stood self-consciously and sulkily on the pavement watching on. “I want some scene setting shots first, stand over there by that ‘York museum' sign. Come on..smile..smile not grimace..now turn to face me with your back towards the Minster towers. Now lift up your top so I can see that sexy new bra. Now pull up the front of your skirt so I can see those stocking tops, further...show me those new knickers. Rob took his time getting the shots framed so it was clear where in the world they were located. Unknown to her some people were walking towards her from the direction of the Minster so he stalled while they approached and made sure they were in some of the pictures. When they were about 20 metres away, to build up her confidence in him, he told Sue to cover up. There was a lull after they had passed by so Rob told Sue to walk with him up the street and into Precentors Court, the road leading to York Minster cathedral. Passing through the entrance gates into Deans Park he stopped and put the bag onto the grass in the lea of the impressive landmark gothic church. Mounting his camera onto a collapsible tripod he changed the lens and fitted a large flash while explaining to her what he wanted her to do next. There was no one in the immediate area so she thought it best to get on with it. She was required to bend over at the waist and twist round so that she was looking back at him. Rob stood some distance away and used the zoom lens to get both candid and close up shots. “lift up your skirt at the back please” he called, “That’s great, now grab your left ankle with your right hand. Keep those legs straight and look back at me. Now the other way, twist more and shake your hair from your face so I can see it better. Sue straightened up when Rob shouted ‘ok’ and beckoned her to him. “Just a few more and we're done. This time I want those new knickers down so they’re round your ankles and then pose in the same way as before. With a resigned sigh, Sue complied. Rob didn’t rush, in fact he did the opposite, taking his time to get the right angles and focus, directing the poses that he wanted Sue to take. "Nice job on the pussy hair by the way, much better than that 1970s bush you had" he shouted. The powerful macro telephoto lens allowed Rob to see the faintest of stubble on the recently shaved pussy and he posed Sue in such a way as to get her face and cunt in sharp focus at the same time. “Keep those knickers stretched tight” he instructed. “Twist round more...I want to see those cocksucker lips AND those pussy lips in the same shot. Seeing some more people approaching the church on the nearby path Rob continued to take pictures until Sue, sensing the closeness of the approaching couple, quickly stood up and tried to recover her modesty. “Why didn’t you warn me” she wailed while Rob put his camera and tripod back into the tube bag. Rob shrugged and smiled, assuring her that they didn’t see anything, although he didn’t tell her that he had caught their shocked expressions on the last few images.
Looking at his watch Rob noted that it was now 11.00 so suggested that they go for a drink and some brunch. Sue was not at all keen and desperately wanted to go home but Rob had something else in mind and insisted. It was a short walk to the historic Guy Fawkes Inn on High Petergate. With Sue installed in the bay window seating area Rob got a beer for him and a large glass of Chardonnay for her. Although the sun was shining strongly outside, the interior of the centuries old pub was fairly dark. Rob busied himself downloading the images from the camera onto an iMac pro laptop that he produced from his bag. The amoled screen glowed brightly in the low light and made the first image all the more striking when it appeared on the laptop screen. Although anxious what she would see, Sue felt a now familiar tingle in her stomach as the first few innocent tourist type pictures gave way to ever more sexually charged ones. She was genuinely shocked at the clarity of those taken in Deans Park as she could see every detail of her face, clothing and vagina which were juxtaposed against the sober historic religious background. The poses in the latter images were positively pornographic, the angles of her stocking tops drawing her eyes to the shaved pussy that they neatly framed. So far, she had been successful in holding back any tears but they flowed freely when the images appeared of the couple approaching close behind her.
What are you intending to do with them" she sobbed, sipping her wine. It occurred to her that she had drunk more wine in the last 24 hours than in the last 6 months. "That really depends on you" he laughed. If you’re a good girl I’ll just keep them in my collection and, like I promised, I won’t share them with your family and workmates. He then gave Sue a choice, either go back to her house with him and let him fuck her or go up onto the city walls to have some more pictures taken. "It will be busy with tourists this afternoon so we should get some great background crowd shots while you get your tits and fanny out on show again". Sue did not want another session of outdoor humiliation but the thought of him effectively blackmailing her into letting him fuck her again was almost, but not quite, as unpalatable. She gulped another mouthful of wine while she thought. "Come on" he said, “you can make up your mind while you get us another drink and some food” while I pack this kit away. He gave Sue some money and enjoyed watching her struggle to pull her skirt down as she got up from the low seat. It was quite busy at the bar by now and she had to wait. When he had finished with the bag he got up and joined her. While they waited to be served his hand slid down from her waist and found her ass, which he groped. Turning to check his bag was ok, he noticed some guys watching so he pressed a bit harder and began to slowly lift up the back of her skirt. By the time she had been served he had got the hem of her skirt raised to a level where the bottom half of her knickers were clearly visible. Walking quickly back to their table, eyes moist from both embarrassment and frustration, Sue sat down. Waiting for a while he asked again what her choice was to be. "I want to go home you bastard" she spat. "Ok, good choice" he said. They sat in silence until the food came. As they left, Sue could feel eyes burning into her as the group of guys watched her walk out. Rob’s white Mercedes convertible was parked nearby. He lowered the top before setting off so that anyone in a higher vehicle would be able to get a good view of her tits.
Turning left at a large pub on the corner they traveled a couple of hundred yards down the quiet suburban street and parked on the road outside her house. She walked down the short garden path and opened the door while he got the tube bag from the car boot. Closing the door behind him he took in the homely feel of the small semi-detached house. Well, he said, I think you impressed those guys in the pub. "Fuck off" Sue spat as she shuddered at the thought. "Oh, don't worry, you'll be showing a lot more than that soon unless you are a good girl. Now where's the bedroom, I want to set up my cameras. “You’re surely not going to film us making love are you” she asked with great indignation in her voice. “Hell yes, its not like you haven’t fucked on camera before is it” he joked. Going upstairs with Sue tailing moodily behind him he set one DSLR camera up on its tripod at the end of the bed and another on a smaller tripod at the bed head. He then stripped off her top, skirt, bra and finally her knickers before telling her to first kneel in the centre of the bed facing the foot end and then again facing the headboard. Rob adjusted and focused the cameras to these positions before starting the camera’s ‘video mode', removing his clothes and getting onto the bed. “Leave those stockings and heels on so you’ll look like a proper porn star" he teased. "What about protection” Sue asked. “Don't worry; I've locked the front door” he joked. Sue didn't smile. “I mean a condom” she muttered “you didn't use one last time". “I had ‘the snip a while ago so I don’t need that shit” was his dismissive reply.
Kneeling beside Sue his fingers got straight to work on her by now very familiar pussy. Despite her dark mood and to her internal shame the tell tail moistness of arousal began to appear and his tongue found her clit. By now Rob’s cock was so hard he thought it would explode. You can be on top” he instructed. Adjusting her position Sue had to keep one hand on the bed while her other arm reached between her legs to guide the firm black shaft into her. The now well lubricated cunt lips seemed to greedily encase the black cock. Five minutes later he instructed her to ride the cock 'reverse Cowgirl’ style. Sensing that he was getting close to ejaculating he quickly re-positioned her onto her back. Holding her legs up and apart by the ankles he drove his cock into her with gusto, his balls slapping loudly on her ass as she grunted in response to each thrust. It was the best orgasm of his life and he left his cock in her hot snatch until it went fully limp. Getting off the bed he took one of the cameras from its tripod, switched it from video to manual mode and took some shots of the cum now oozing from Sue's well fucked cunt.
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