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After I got everyone off to work and school in the morning I relaxed over a last cup of coffee and started compiling a shopping list. I was just rinsing out my cup when the doorbell rang. I didn't think anything of it. I wasn't expecting anyone. But more importantly I wasn't expecting Tommy so I wasn't concerned. I assumed it was someone selling religion or magazines door to door. I'm not in the market for either.
I was wearing my robe and slippers so when I opened the door I only opened it enough that I could look out and see who was there and find out what they wanted.
The man standing on my front porch was dressed well but casually. He smiled nervously when he saw me but seemed relieved that I was the one answering the door. He still looked nervous. But I got the impression that he was hoping that the door would be answered by the lady of the house. I was still assuming that he was a door to door salesman, though he was obviously new at it. I almost felt sorry for him.
He cleared his throat and said, "Hi. My name is Kent. I live on Oak Street?"
Okay. Maybe he wasn't a salesman. Oak Street is the next street over, the street that runs in front of the homes behind our house.
I nodded to acknowledge that I knew where Oak Street was and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He still looked nervous. But as he started to explain it became obvious that he had put a lot of thought into what he came here to say and had probably practiced it several times.
"I've been doing some remodeling on my house over the last couple of weeks. My daughter recently married and moved out. My wife and I are turning her room into a home office."
I looked at him curiously. Why the hell did he think I cared about that?!
He paused to clear his throat. Now that he was saying what he had come here to say he didn't seem quite as nervous anymore.
"You're probably wondering why that concerns you."
I certainly was.
"The thing is, the window in the room I've been remodeling has a very good view of your backyard."
He was watching me closely when he said that. I think he must have gotten the reaction he expected. He seemed to gain confidence from watching the blood drain from my face. I had a pretty good idea what he was here about now. The only question was what he expected to gain by coming to my door. He obviously wanted something. If what he saw in my backyard recently upset him he could have just called the police. He wants something and I think I know what it is.
He held up an envelope and said, "I brought a sampling of the pictures I've been taking in case you wanted proof."
I didn't want to see them. I'm assuming he saw me having sex with my son and Tommy's son. He probably has pictures of Piper doing things a teenage girl shouldn't be doing, like fucking her brother for instance.
FUCK!! On top of all the shit I'm putting up with from Tommy, now I'm going to be blackmailed by a neighbor!! And it wasn't even the neighbor I was worried about! I'm not sure which house Kent lives in. But it isn't the house directly behind ours, the house where I saw someone lurking in the dark while we were skinny dipping last night.
I tried to pull myself together and remain calm. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "What is it you want?"
He knew before he came to my door that I would have to give in to him. My question was as good as a surrender. He looked a lot less nervous now. He shrugged and said, "Invite me in and let's talk about it."
I glared at him. But he wasn't fazed by my sour expression. He already knew that he was going to get what he came here for and if I didn't like it so much the better. I was pretty certain that I already knew what it was that he came here for. It wasn't money. But I suppose we have to go through the motions.
I sighed and stepped back, holding the door open for him. He stepped inside and looked around briefly. But most of his attention was directed at me. He asked if anyone else was home.
I shook my head. That was the answer he wanted.
He reached out confidently and pulled on the ends of the cloth belt holding my robe closed.
I felt my heart speed up at the prospect of being seen naked by yet another male I didn't know. I fought the strong compulsion to stop him, to slap his hand away. But defending myself from this sort of behavior was a vestige of my past life and the impulse was fading quickly.
Instead of attempting to preserve my honor and my dignity, I stood before him meekly while he untied the bow holding my robe together. He stared into my eyes until the bow came loose. Then his eyes traveled down to my partially exposed body.
My robe still partially covered my breasts. But there was a three inch gap all the way down the front. My bald pubic mound was exposed. It was obvious now that I was wearing nothing under my robe.
I heard his breath catch. I saw his face turn red. It was clear from the look on his face that he was impressed. I might have been flattered if I didn't know that I was about to be raped yet again.
Even though I was upset with Kent and the situation I found myself in now, I still felt a thrill run through my body at being helpless and being exposed to yet another strange man. I couldn't help it. Since I met Tommy I seem to be a lot less in charge of my sexual responses.
Kent reached out with both hands and slowly peeled my robe open to expose my breasts. He moaned and exclaimed in an excited whisper, "Beautiful! Fucking perfect!"
I stood there, not nearly as upset as I should have been while he slid the robe down off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor at my feet. He reached out and cupped my breasts. His touch was surprisingly gentle. It was even pleasant and that bothered me. I didn't want to enjoy this!
He was holding the envelope with the photographs wedged between his upper arm and his body. He released my breasts, dropped the envelope on the hall tree and said, "You can have these. They're just copies. I have close to a hundred of them on my computer. I don't imagine I need say more than that. You know what could happen if the authorities were to see them."
I remained silent. I thought about asking him what his wife would say if she found out what he was doing here. I almost did. But before I could he said, "My wife couldn't be here this morning. She has a meeting that she couldn't get out of. But she'll be here later. She's looking forward to getting to know you much better, too.
"She wanted to be here. She wanted to see your face when I told you what we want from you. But she understood how badly I want to fuck you. She understands why I couldn't wait."
I probably shouldn't have felt as flattered as I did when he said that.
He ordered me to lead the way to my family room. I stepped over my robe, leaving it puddled on the floor by the front door, and led him down the hall to the family room. Stopping in the middle of the room I thought about how much sex has taken place in this room lately as I turned to face him again.
He stepped into the room behind me. His eyes crawled over my naked body, shining in anticipation as he stood there and slowly undressed. He was firmly in control now and he knew it. There was a look of confidence on his face. He had me right where we both wanted me, humbled, submissive.
I took a closer look now, appraising him as I watched him undressing. He's not a bad looking man. He's about my age, maybe a few years older. He seems to be in pretty good shape. He isn't very athletic looking. I doubt if he gets much exercise. But he isn't overweight.
He has a full head of dark hair. Now that he has me naked and I'm not putting up a fight he seems much more ... I don't know, not quite arrogant. Not like Tommy. But he's confident. He obviously enjoys being dominant and I like that.
I formed my final opinion when he slid his pants and jockey shorts down. His cock was about half hard and nice enough. It was average, not especially long or especially fat, just normal.
I was suddenly struck by my own reaction to what was happening to me here in my own home this morning. I was about to be blackmailed into having sex with yet another strange man. A week ago I would have been traumatized. I would have been nearly in shock. I would, as either of my children would have said, freaked out.
But not now. Now I felt the vestiges of mild anger that a stranger would come into my home and treat me this way. But the anger was being tamped down, drowned out because I felt arousal, because I was helpless, and because I was about to be used by another man against my will.
My fantasies, which I've suppressed since I was a teenager, are suddenly getting one hell of a work out.
I was angry at Kent for blackmailing me. But I was even more upset with myself because once again I was succumbing to my fantasies. I was becoming aroused. I wouldn't want anyone to know it, but if Kent had a change of heart, if his conscience started to bother him and he put his clothes on and went home I'd be very disappointed!
As soon as he was naked, Kent took me into his arms and kissed me like a lover. I returned his kiss, reluctantly at first. I didn't want to seem too eager. But soon our tongues were exploring and his hands were moving over my body as if he owned it.
He turned out to be pretty good at this. Almost instantly my heart was beating fast and my breaths were loud and heavy as if I were having trouble getting enough oxygen. He released me and turned me around. He pulled me back into his arms, pressing his body against my back. I felt his hard cock pressing against my lower back as his arms went back around me and his hands cupped my sensitive breasts.
It felt very good. I let my head fall forward as Kent began to kiss my neck and my shoulders. In between soft kisses he said, "When I saw you out in your yard with those two men and the boy on Tuesday my heart almost gave out. I got my camera out to get a better look at you through my telephoto lens. God! You have a perfect body! My wife and I spent most of the day staring at you through the lens and taking pictures. I knew I had to have your hot ass.
"I was pretty certain I had you when I got the pictures of you with that teenage boy. But when I saw you having sex with your own son I knew I had your ass. The pictures of you watching through the kitchen window as your son and daughter were fucking were just icing on the cake. She's a hot little thing, too. I'm looking forward to meeting her. But it's you I want.
"How long has this been going on? Did my daughter enjoy many of those sex shows you've been putting on before she got married?"
By this point in the conversation he was teasing one of my nipples with one hand and he had two fingers of his other hand buried deep in my pussy. I moaned and shook my head. I tried not to sound like I was panting when I said, "No. It just started on Tuesday."
I was actually glad when he dragged the explanation out of me. I didn't want him thinking I was some sort of nymphomaniac who fucked everyone that wanted me and molested my son and other children for the hell of it. But I didn't get any sympathy from him when he found out what was going on. He thought it was hot that I was doing these things at the bidding of morally bankrupt loan shark.
A morally bankrupt loan shark, is that redundant? Is there another kind?
It obviously turns him on that I'm doing the things I'm doing against my will. It turns him on as much as it turns my husband and me on.
It was more than a relief to explain why I was behaving the way I was to Kent. I discovered that my explanation for my unusual behavior of late was turning both of us on. I didn't go into the nasty details. I didn't tell him about the lifestyle that we have recently adopted in our home. I didn't tell him about Tommy fucking my daughter. But I told him that Tommy more or less owned me two days a week and my family was aware of it. It excited him to hear about it as much as it turned me on to tell it.
Kent turned me around and forced me to my knees in front of him. His hard cock was standing up and throbbing violently right in my face. I didn't wait for him to give the order or to drive it into my mouth. I leaned forward and gobbled it up eagerly. I was becoming quite fond of sucking nice hard cocks and his was no exception.
He didn't just stand there and let me suck his cock. He held my head in the same forceful manner that a couple of the men at the biker bar and clothing store did on Wednesday and began driving his cock into my mouth. He didn't try to drive it down my throat like one of those men did. But he wasn't gentle, either.
I enjoyed it, though. I find that thanks to Tommy I'm becoming increasingly free to enjoy my fantasies and I can't deny that I love being taken just as much as I love the fantasy of it.
I cupped his large, hairy balls in one hand and reached around to grip one of his ass cheeks with the other. I used my lips and my tongue on his cock and it seemed like he tensed up and filled my mouth with hot cum in no time at all.
I swallowed his bitter cream eagerly, moaning and groaning as if I were having an orgasm. By that time I was desperate for a hard cock between my legs. I hoped that he would recover soon and be able to provide it. If he was going to settle for just a blowjob I was going to have to go out and find a man to rape!
But Kent was just getting started. He paused for a moment with his cock still resting between my lips. I waited patiently and when he started slowly moving his still hard cock in and out of my mouth again I eagerly returned to sucking it and teasing it with my tongue.
After another minute or two he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned me around and pressed me down over the seat of my husband's leather recliner. I rested my weight on my arms and waited impatiently while he dropped to his knees and moved into position behind me.
I heard him getting something out of his clothes. I assumed he was putting a condom on. Instead, he pressed his hand down on my back to hold me in position and began inserting something into my ass.
I squealed and tried to twist away. I was definitely not into any kind of ass play. I had recovered from the hours of anal rape they subjected me to in that studio on the edge of town. But I had no desire to repeat the experience.
He seemed to expect my initial reaction. I never had a chance. He twisted my arm up behind my back and suddenly I was helpless. I couldn't move.
I gasped in pain and tried to tell him to stop what he was doing. He ignored me and pressed something long and thin and surprisingly cold inside of me. As he worked it inside of me he calmly explained, "This is a little something I bought on the internet called a lube launcher. It's a narrow, hollow tube, much like a straw. It injects the lubricant right up inside of you. Now you just relax. I'm going to take my time and do this right. If you relax you might just find that you enjoy it."
I didn't have a lot of choice. He was still holding my arm twisted up behind my back and I couldn't move.
He carefully worked that thing into my butt. It wasn't uncomfortable. It didn't feel much thicker than a drinking straw. I just didn't like the idea of anyone messing with me back there and I was having a hard time relaxing.
Once he had that thing inside of me he must have pushed a plunger. I felt the cold lubricant inside of me as it was ejected from the ... whatever the hell that thing was. But he wasn't finished getting me ready. He pulled that thin tube out of me and fumbled with something else behind my back. I felt more cold grease as his finger circled my anus and then slowly entered me.
I moaned, more in embarrassment than anything else. I tensed up. But I was surprised when I realized that it didn't hurt. It really wasn't that bad. In fact, it felt kind of nice!
Despite my reservations I slowly began to relax as he worked his finger in and out of me like a little dick for a minute or two. He pulled his finger out and I tensed up again, expecting to feel his much larger cock being forced into me. But instead he repeated the process with two greasy fingers.
Still it wasn't bad and once more I began to relax and even enjoy what he was doing, much to my surprise. This was nothing like the violent anal rapes I was subjected to in the studio.
It became a little uncomfortable when he started working three fingers into me. But it wasn't really painful and I realized that if I could handle three of his large fingers this easily I shouldn't have a problem with his average size cock. I wouldn't want the man about to fuck my ass to be Tommy with his much larger cock, or even his rotten kid. But I was starting to think that this wouldn't be so bad.
Kent has obviously done this before. He must have realized that I was ready. He pulled his fingers out of me and I felt his body moving closer. His hands caressed the cheeks of my ass and then gently spread me open. The head of his hard cock slid through the greasy crevice for a moment and then began to press against my opening.
I would much rather have had that nice hard cock in my pussy. I was getting turned on again while he was getting my ass ready to fuck. I still wanted an orgasm. But maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.
I felt the head of his cock enter me and stop just inside my opening. I tensed up for a few seconds. But I began to relax when I realized that it didn't hurt. It felt funny, strange. I felt a little like I had to go to the bathroom. I felt very full as his cock began to enter me.
My fantasies were beginning to influence what I was feeling again. The idea of being held down and taken this way is exciting. He wasn't giving me a choice. I like that.
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