Blackmailing the MILF Chapter 2
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Both already veteran’s of this, they had the routine down pat, they knew that the best places were not bars or clubs, but cafes and coffee shops in shopping centres; that the best way of approaching was to use a girl, not a man, that two women shopping out in pairs were easier to approach, less likely to be on their guard, safety in numbers and all that, and her innocent, almost angelic, face helped reel them in.
The ideal victims were conservative in mind enough to be vulnerable, have someone, or thing to lose, and the means to pay, but they had to be dressed in a way that it their partners could be easily convinced of their guilt.
Looking round the cafe, the girl spotted them first; both in their forties, but attractive and well preserved, wedding rings, and dressed in an expensive, but sexy style. Both were of a similar height and build. Tall, one was blond, the other brunette. The blond was wearing a shortish skirt with knee length boots, the other trousers. Both were wearing tops that showed of the perfect amount of cleavage. Not so much that they looked ‘slutty’ but enough to be noticed.
She lightly touched his shoulder, and nodded in the direction of the table, a low whistle escaped his lips, “Perfect” he breathed, they nodded and then...whack, she slapped him across the face, the sound made the women’s heads to turn round ‘Stop following me how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not interested, just fuck off’ with that she turned and started to head towards the coffee bar, straight towards the table.
Both women looked up with sympathy in their eyes as she approached; “is he still there?” the brunette looked over towards the way she came, “yes, do you want me to get rid of him for you.” “No thanks, but can I sit with you both for a while”
“Sure”, the blonde simply stated, “I’m Emma and this” she nodded to the brunette beside her “is Saskia” Saskia smiled a greeting. The girl sat down, obviously relieved, “thanks that was getting scary. I’m Monica”
They looked up, taking in the girl for the first time, about 5ft 2, slim build, cute looking.
Saskia glanced over where the man had taken a seat and was drinking a coffee, “so what was all that about?” “Him, he’s some bloke who started following me about today, he asked me out, not very politely, and won’t take no for an answer, didn’t bother getting his name, hopefully if he sees I’m not alone, he’ll give up.”
Half a hour later, after discussing their various lives, they noticed that the man had gone. Monica got up in relief, and put her hand in her pocket for her purse, “let me get the coffees for you, as I have ruined your day out”. Both Emma and Saskia started to protest, “I insist” Monica wasn’t going to take no for an answer, then “oh no, my purse has gone” “What did it look like” Emma started to look around and beneath the table “Multi coloured, it’s got a Paul Smith style design on it”. Saskia got up, and went to the table where her ‘admirer’ was sitting, “is this it?” “Yes, oh no” she took it out of her hand, and started to look through it. “Nothing missing, thank god, but one minute, he now has my address, he could be waiting for me” She shakily sat down, and started to sob.
The women looked down at her and asked if she wanted someone to call the police, sobbing the girl refused, stating that she doesn’t want a fuss, she just want to get home.
The women looked at each other, and asked if she lived local and how was she getting home.
“I was going to get the bus” “No you not” Saskia said, in a voice that would brook no argument, “We’re driving you home - no argument” Her friend nodded in agreement. Gently she asked “Is there anybody at home” “No, not for another couple of hours” “Right, we will wait with you” The girl looked up, smiled and said “thanks, you don’t know how much I appreciate this”
And now things get a little hazy, as realities diverge, from what happened to what they think happened and what people would think happened. They think they took Monica home, sat talking with her until her mother appeared then went. They were soon to be shaken out of this notion.
We now catch up with Saskia and Emma a couple of weeks later, at the same coffee place, waiting for Monica, who had rang them a couple of days previously.
Sitting there chatting they were startled by two heavy, padded envelopes landing on the table in front of them. They looked up to see where they had come from, expecting to see Monica, they were surprised to see a vaguely familiar man. It took them a moment or two to place him, then it come to Saskia, he was the man who was harassing the girl, only at close up, she realised that he couldn’t have been more than twenty one, twenty three at the outside, and he was standing in front of them with a leer on his face.
She realised what his was leering at, from where he was standing he had a great view down both their tops, in Emma’s case all the way to her push-up bra, which made his job of looking at her boobs far too easy.
Before she had time to say anything, he smiled, a smile that showed both lust and evil, winked “I’d open them in private if I was you sexy, I’ll be in touch” and with that he disappeared into the crowd as quickly as he appeared.
Emma picked up the envelopes to notice that there was one for them each, she opened the one marked ‘Emma’ and stated to pull out the contents, some photo’s and a DVD, also marked with her name. Glancing at the photo’s she gave a little cry, and quickly stuffed everything back. “We better get out of here” she said with shaky voice. Saskia looked at her quizzically, “Why what’s happened, what do the photo’s show?” Her question was met with a shake of the head and a not here, not now and Emma started to walk towards their cars.
Saskia paid for their coffees and hastened to catch up with her distressed looking friend. Catching up by her car she hammered question after question at her “What is it? What’s the matter? What’s in the envelope?” She started to tear open her envelope, but Emma stopped her, “not here” her voice was still shaky, she looked around, “let’s get back to my place, I’ll explain there” Saskia looked at her quizzically, “what about Monica, shouldn’t we wait for her?”
“I don’t think she’s fucking coming!!!” Emma almost shouted. If anything, it was Emma’s swearing, coupled with a raised voice, both events that were extremely rare, that convinced her that it was serious, and something that should be dealt with around one of their homes.
Once they were in Emma’s, and had made sure that they were alone, Saskia opened her envelope. First she started to leaf through the contents, the photos first. The first pic was one they both remembered, it was all three of them, sitting on the sofa, which Monica had insisted on taken, a photo of her ‘angels’ as she put it.
The next pic was of Emma and Saskia, sitting together kissing, only this wasn’t the normal, peck on the check kiss of a friend, this was a full on snog. Saskia’s face went white.
“When did this happen?” Emma shook her head, “I don’t know Sask, I can’t remember it happening”
The next shot was similar, only with Emma replaced by Monica. The forth pic showed Saskia sitting on the sofa with her top pulled up and a naked Monica whose hand was massaging her left breast through her bra, while Emma was beside with her hand under her own skirt masturbating.
The final shot was of all three of them, naked, on the sofa. Emma was lounging sideways to the camera; Monica was on the floor between her legs licking at her pussy, while Saskia was behind her. At first she couldn’t make out what she was doing there, them she realised, she was fucking Monica with a strap-on dlido.
The photos fell out of her hand to the floor “what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK” was the only thing she could say in her shocked state.
“So what the fuck is on the disc?” She grabbed the disc from the table and put in the player.
What the disc contained shocked them to their core; the shock was so great that it took them quite a while to recognise themselves on screen.
The film started with Saskia and Emma on the sofa, in the middle of what could only be described as making out. Saskia’s hand was moving up and down Emma’s leg, sometimes moving high enough to expose the top of her stocking; meanwhile her breast was being squeezed and caressed. They broke the embrace and Saskia was seen to beckon someone out of shot with her finger.
Monica entered the shot, “come here” Saskia was heard to order, patting the sofa in-between her and Emma, when she met resistance, more forcibly, “I said COME HERE BITCH!”
Monica reluctantly complied, sitting down in the place indicated. Saskia took her chin in her right hand, turned her face towards her and started to kiss her, fairly gently at first, then with more and more insistence until she started to force her tongue into her mouth. With her other hand she started to grope Monica’s right boob through her top.
Monica tried to resist, pushing at Saskia, but Emma grabbed her arms and held them behind her. “She’s fighting, I love it when they do that” she said to Saskia, almost breathless with arousal. After a few moments of this, Saskia pushed her face towards Emma, who promptly started to forcibly kiss her, releasing her arms so that she could start to grope the young girl.
Saskia slapped the girl round the face, “now bitch, do as we say we’ll ruin that pretty little face of yours”
Monica nodded, tears in her eyes. “Good, now stand up and show us you little titties” Monica got up reluctantly, and turned round. She sighed, put her hands on the bottom of her t shirt and pulled the shirt over her head, her braless tits on show.
Both of the women whistled, “not bad” Emma complimented her “what size are they”.
She looked down on her tormentors “34b” she said. Both women reached out and started to play with them, squeezing, fondling and painfully pulling on her nipples, making from her squeal with pain.
Emma looked up at her, “I wonder what she tastes like” she mused, letting go of the breast, she leant forward took the nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on it for a while, before biting down, hard. “Uhm, delicious” she purred, before turning and kissing Saskia passionately.
After five or ten minutes Saskia let go of her “Now lose the jeans and knickers”. Monica stood back, kicked off her shoes, and unzipped her jeans. As they fell to the floor, both women noticed her panties, very girly with little teddy bears all over them. “Ah how sweet and innocent, now lose them”. In fear, Monica quickly pulled them down, and stepped out of them.
She stood there, shaky, while both women made lewd comments concerning her pussy, which was topped by a little amount of pubic hair. Complying when she was told to turn around and bend over, blushing to the comments of “what a sexy little arse” and “what a lovely little pussy” and twist herself round in whatever perverted position the two women could think of.
Suddenly Saskia stood up and grabbed Monica spinning her around and pulling her back next to her on the sofa. Again she started to forcibly kiss her, gradually working her tongue into the younger girl’s mouth, all the while fondling her breasts.
From behind, Emma started to move her hands up and down the girl’s thighs, gradually pulling them apart until see was able to move her hand in between them. Once there, progressed to caressing a finger up and down her pussy lips, gradually moving her finger in and out until she had entered her, first one and then two fingers, than finding Monica’s clit, which she started to rub with her thumb.
A few minutes of these ministrations led to the inevitable, and Monica’s pussy started to lube up.
Emma smiled, “the bitch is starting to enjoy this, she getting all nice and wet”.
Emma removed her fingers from Monica’s pussy, taking them up to her mouth and started to suck the juices from one of them.
“Uhm yummy, you have to taste this Sask, she taste sweet” she said leaning forward to place the other finger under her friend’s nose. Saskia broke of trying to devourer Monica’s tongue to take the proffered finger.
“Wonder how she tastes draft?” she mused “I don’t know about you but I’m feeling overdressed” at this she lifted her top enough to expose her large 32E breasts, encased in her white lacy bra.
Emma grabbed one of Monica’s hands and placed it on her friends left tit, whispering all the while “don’t you love the feel of a real woman’s tit. Don’t you wish you had a pair like these instead of the gnat bites you call tits. Now knead and squeeze it.”
Monica, resigned to her fate, realising that further resistance was pointless, started to squeeze the breast, tentatively at first, and then harder at the urging of the two women.
Emma, meanwhile, had taken her, now free, hand and pushed it up her skirt, and started to rub her pussy through her knickers, revelling in the feel of her sticky wetness, leaning back and letting out a combined sigh of pleasure and lust.
Standing up she started to remove her clothes until all she had left was her stockings and boots. Sitting back down she turned Monica towards her and took over French kissing the girl, moving and caressing her hands all over her body. Both of them felt movement as Saskia stood up and slowly removed her clothes.
Emma watched her friend reach into her bag and fasten a strap-on dildo around her waist, she pulled the girls face away from her pussy ‘look we have a present for you’ and turned her head around. The girl let out a gasp of fear ‘no, no please do....’ her voice was cut off as Saskia forced the plastic cock down into her throat, thrusting back and forth, raping the teenagers mouth.
She looked down, revelling in the fear in the girl’s eyes, pulling out, both women repositioned the girl so that her arse was in the air and her mouth was positioned above Emma’s pussy.
Monica felt the dildo probe her entrance, closing her eyes, she felt a heat and pain on her checks as Emma slapped her face. ‘Look at me bitch’
Then suddenly, without warning, Saskia plunged the plastic cock into her, thrusting, roughly moving back and forwards, every thrust forcing her into the other woman’s pussy until both older women exploded in orgasm.
Then the screen went blank.
As the video finished, Saskia’s mobile went off, an unfamiliar number displayed on its screen. ‘Hello’ she snapped ‘who is it’.
‘Now now, no need to be like that, its Michael, did you enjoy the film’, he cruelly laughed ‘you both missed your calling, you would have been better off in porn’
‘What do want’ Saskia replied
‘Money...pay me, keep me happy and this stays between us. Don’t pay me, or piss me off, and this goes to your friends and families. I wonder what hubby would think, you two, raping a young vulnerable girl.’
Saskia looked at Emma, and relayed what she had just heard. Emma, broke down in tears ‘anything, agree to anything, I just want this over’
Saskia turned back to the phone ‘ok, how much?’
‘£200 each, I’ll give you until Friday to get the money, I’ll ring you that night to arrange collection’ With that he hung up the phone. -->
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