The day had been like any other Monday for Kimberley Cole. The pretty blonde, 36 year old wife and mother of two had just finished dropping eight year old daughter Laura and eighteen year old son, Zack, off at their respective schools. She pulled the key from the ignition of her 4 x 4 BMW as it idled in the drive of her gorgeous suburban house. She stopped a moment to sort her curly blonde hair as she gazed in the mirror before getting out into the morning sun and heading indoors to start on her Monday chore of doing the washing and ironing for the family.
She had entered the house and tidied away some errant shopping before she entered the spacious living room before she was even aware of the figure that sat, hooded and brooding on her sofa. She had walked pretty much all the way in before she noticed him so it wasn’t a case that she could just back out and call the police. Besides just as she stared at the figure he looked up and Kimberley recognised him as Curtis, a boy her son had been hanging about with for a few weeks now.
“Curtis? Is that you? What on earth are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
There was a palpable concern in Kimberly’s voice, if not outright fear that she tried to hide under cover of annoyance. But instantly she knew something was very wrong here. The teenager looked up, his head still surrounded by that damned hood and stared insolently at this woman, whose house he had invaded. The stare was meant as a challenge, as an assertion of his position and when it was accompanied by him pulling an object from his pocket and dropping it hard on the glass coffee table it made Kimberley nearly jump out of her skin. When she recovered enough to demand again what it was he wanted and what it was he had just nearly broken her table with he smiled as he heard the tremor in her voice.
“That, Mrs Cole is the knife used in the stabbing of that old guy in Park Avenue last week.”
Kimberley paused for a moment as her mind went back to watching the TV news report on the incident where a pensioner was mugged and stabbed by a gang of youths, he was going to be OK but it had been an incident that had flamed local passions against this so-called youth mob culture and she and her husband had castigated the culprits and demanded they faced harsh justice if ever caught.
“S-So? Where did you get that from C-Curtis? Why bring it here?” she was scared now, the boy had a gleam in his eye that she did not like one bit, she was already considering inching towards the door.
Again he smiled.
“I brought it here Mrs. Cole because it has your sons fingerprints all over it, and I thought you’d like to know that.”
“What!? Zack had nothing to do with the attack! What are you going on about?”
Her angry reaction was exactly what Curtis had desired, she was no longer looking to flee the living room, rather she wanted to stay and argue with him.
“Yeah? That right Mrs Cole? Funny the knife has only his prints on it then, isn’t it? Funny how if the cops were to be tipped off they’d find the old man’s wallet in Zack’s locker at school, isn’t it? Funny how I got this footage that puts him at the scene in the gang.”
With that he flipped on the Cole’s TV and played a DVD he had burned, it was grainy footage taken off his mobile phone but it was clearly Zack and he was in a group of kids that swarmed forward. Curtis paused the picture on the clearest shot of her son and Kimberley collapsed onto the sofa her hand to her mouth, in shock.
“What do you want? What is this? Please don’t tell the police? Please my Zack wouldn’t do this. Not Zack!”
Curtis stood up, he was tall and even at a distance towered over the pretty housewife. He picked up the bag with the knife in it and slipped it back into his jacket pocket.
“Whether your son would do it or not there’s plenty evidence that he did do it and unless you get over here on your hands and knees bitch and start sucking on my cock the police are going to get every last bit of it!”
Kimberley reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that. The shock of learning about what her son had been up to (she didn’t believe Curtis that he had actually done it but she could not deny the footage she had just watched) had knocked her for a loop and now for this coloured teenager to make this demand she was totally thrown by it. Her mind raced as she thought about the terrible repercussions this could have on Zack and his future. She could not allow him to be exposed, yet she was loathe to degrade herself like this to this piece of blackmailing shit.
“Please Curtis, why? Why do this? I thought Zack was your friend. You don’t want to do this. Why?”
The black teenager sat down and just pointed to the bulge in his trousers.
“Oh yes I fucking do bitch! Now get over here and suck me or your little boy’s going to be in a world of trouble. And why? Because his Daddy, your fucking husband, is a racist asshole of a PE teacher. He thought it was great to embarrass me and my friends in class. Thought he could get away with humiliating the black kid. Well he’s going to pay and so are his family. NOW GET OVER HERE YOU FUCKING BITCH AND START BLOWING ME! I WILL NOT TELL YOU AGAIN!”
His voice was urgent and demanding and threatening and Kimberley almost involuntarily dropped to her knees of the sofa and crawled over towards the teenager. His eyes looked at her mockingly loving every minute of the older, white woman’s capitulation. It was true Mr Cole was a real bastard of a teacher but seeing his lovely blonde wife crawling towards his cock more than made up for it. Kimberley was busy excusing herself for doing this mentally based on saving her son, in truth her mind was in a spin and she was now acting purely in instinct. Squeezing around the coffee table she arrived at his feet and knelt before him, making one last, hopeless plea with her eyes, imploring him to stop this. He just pointed at the protrusion at his crotch. Gulping the housewife undid her son’s friend’s zipper and released a rather large, black cock. It was certainly bigger than her husbands five inches. She looked at it for a few moments, almost hypnotised.
“Bigger than your old man’s Mrs Cole?”
She nodded hoping to appease him, but there was truth in her eyes she couldn’t hide.
“Ha! I knew that old bastard was packing squat! The cunt was probably jealous of me and my thang!”
Pleased or not he still wanted a blow job and put his hands on her hair and pushed her face towards his throbbing dick. She balked for a moment, she hated oral sex and had only given it to her husband once, and vowed never again, the taste and the smell appalling and just the act of it she had found humiliating so she had vowed never to do it again, but here, she had little choice, not if she wanted to save Zack. Reluctant or not, she knew what she had to do and lowered her lips onto the thick tip of his member. She recoiled slightly at the touch of the slimy pre-cum gathering there but forced herself to try and ignore it and pressed further down his shaft, hoping a quick blow job was all this teenage blackmailer wanted. But she was holding back, her lips barely touching cock, her tongue actively trying to avoid contact and Curtis was not at all happy with her efforts thus far.
“What the fuck bitch?! That the best you can do? No fucking chance, get deeper than that!” and with that Curtis pushed his hands further onto Kimberley’s head and forced his cock much deeper into her mouth.
When its tip touched against the back of her throat she involuntarily gagged on it and her head wanted to jump up but his strong hands kept her in place and forced her to deep throat him, much to his pleasure. She struggled to take his full length and wanted to be sick when she felt his wiry pubic hairs tickling at her nose and cheeks as she got right to the base of his cock. He urged her to use her tongue more so that his balls could get some treatment too. This was vile for the housewife, she closed her eyes and thought of her son as she continue to blow this asshole, hating the manly, musky smell of him and the horrible taste that seemed to pervade her mouth now and the sticky trails of saliva that fell from her lips as she continued to work his foreskin far faster and harder than she wished. And then, after some twenty minutes of sucking and licking and gagging he finally came. Kimberley could feel his cum almost boil up in his balls and he held her mouth on his cock as it spurted forth inside her, she could feel the hot jets splashing against the back of his throat, coating it in warm, thick, sticky cum. She wanted to be sick once again as she felt it slowly slide down the back of her throat into her stomach. But at least, finally her ordeal was over. He released her head and she rocked back on her heels, her eyes near to tearing up and looked at him as she slid his spent cock back into his pants.
But before she could say anything Curtis had stretched his legs out and placed them on top of her coffee table and picked up the morning newspaper and flicked to the sport and as Kimberley struggled to swallow the last of his cum he casually switched on their TV and turned to a music channel and turned to her and said.
“Make me a sandwich or something bitch, I’m kinda hungry after that.”
The asshole just sat there nonchalantly as Kimberley tried to pull herself together after all that he had revealed to her and all that she had done and tried to make him some food. One roast beef and mustard sandwich later (which may or may not have been tinged with the taste of her tears) and Curtis grabbed the plate from her and wolfed the sandwich down without any note of thanks. Kimberley just sat perched on the opposite sofa trying not to look directly at him and silently praying he would finish up and just leave. But she was going to be sorely disappointed, once he had finished the sandwich he dumped the plate beside him on the sofa, let out a loud belch and addressed Mrs. Cole.
“You know you got a fine body there Mrs Cole, if you don’t mind me saying. Certainly too fine for that dickhead of a husband (she was going to remonstrate at that but thought better of it) of yours. Think I want to take a better look at it. What say you head upstairs and disrobe so I can get a closer inspection?”
Kimberley’s skin literally crawled at his lurid suggestion and the sleazy way he posed it like an offer when they both knew fine well it was an instruction cum threat. The same threat of revelation of Zack hung over her and though she tried to talk to her young blackmailer it was as pointless as before. Less than five minutes later she was heading upstairs with explicit instructions to strip off and lay on her and her husband’s marital bed “spread eagle” so Curtis could “get a look at her goods”. He had said he would give her only a couple of minutes and as she staggered up the stairs she did not even consider what he might be up to downstairs. She moved into the master bedroom and stood for a long moment staring at her reflection in her long dressing mirror. She wiped at her face and summoned up the courage to do this, she had to, for Zack’s sake.
Her flowery blouse was the first thing to go, reluctantly, then she took off her plain white bra and dropped it to the carpet, on another day she would have been proud of her firm, toned stomach and her still firm 34c breasts. But not today. She stepped out of her long skirt and then from her white pants to stand before the mirror naked and could barely look at what she would be showing Curtis (and no doubt giving him free access to), her smooth legs, the thin stripe of blonde wispy hair at their top. What on earth was she doing?
But even as she looked at herself self consciously in the mirror she heard the heavy thud of his feet at the bottom of the staircase. She gave a nervous yelp and hurried over to lie on the bed as instructed and reluctantly spread her legs apart to give Curtis a hell of an eyeful when he entered the bedroom. He took his time, deliberately making Mrs Cole wait and wonder. But when he did eventually make the landing and glanced through the doorway he got a hell of a sight- the pretty housewife was spread eagled on the bed as instructed and had a great figure. Somewhat bizarrely Curtis was eating a banana as he entered the bedroom and had a bunch in his other hand, he had lifted it from their fruit bowl downstairs. He swung them as he walked up the side of the bed and took in the naked housewife spread out for his enjoyment.
“Nice. Roll over so I can get a good look at that ass.”
Kimberley cringed as she obeyed his command, rolling over onto her front and displaying her finely toned ass for his inspection. She felt the clammy touch of his hands on her ass, feeling it, smoothing it then playfully spanking it and telling her to roll back onto her front. He had finished his banana and casually tossed it into the wastepaper bin before breaking another one off the bunch and handing it to her. Surprised she shook her head.
“No. No thank you, I’m not hungry.”
He laughed and pushed the fruit back into her palm.
“No, you ain’t eating it you’re going to play with it. It isn’t going in your mouth, I want to watch you stick it in another hole altogether!”
Kimberley was repulsed and told him so and said she would never do that but all it took was a shake of the bagged evidence in Curtis’s jacket to reminder her of the stakes she was playing for and have her tentatively rubbing the long, yellow fruit across the front of her pussy. She kept that up for a couple of minutes before he got tired of waiting and demanded she stick the banana inside her, the rubbing at her clit had at least made her wet so the tip slide inside her and in no time at all it was buried half inside her and half sticking, obscenely out. Curtis laughed but one glance at his crotch told Kimberley that his cock had recovered from her earlier blow job and she could well imagine that it would not just be that banana that would be penetrating her today.
“Yeah! That’s it Mrs Cole fuck yourself with it, work it! Slide it in and out, get it nice and wet for something bigger!”
Her white cheeks flushed with something between embarrassment and arousal as she did as he instructed and fucked herself with the banana and even worse once he had got his kicks watching her do that he instructed her to lick her own pussy juices right off the banana when it was pulled from her cunt.
Kimberley had resigned herself to doing whatever her young blackmailer wanted, such was her mother love for her son and the extent that she would go to protect him – if it meant discomfort and humiliation for her then so be it and she was certain that as bad as things had been so far that day they were about to get a whole lot worse. Finished with the banana for now Curtis took it from her and laid it on the dressing table and instructed her to get off the bed, onto her knees and to help him ‘strip off’. He needed no help, his shirt and hoodie were already cast aside to reveal his muscular torso and arms but it gave him a real thrill to have his teacher’s hot wife on her knees unbuckling his belt. And once it was unbuckled she reluctantly unzipped his jeans and pulled them to his feet. The bulge in his boxers was unmissable but as Kimberley made to hook her fingers into the waistband of his shorts he stopped her.
“No. No hands. I want you to just use your mouth to remove them.”
Kimberley looked up into his mocking eyes with disgust and disdain but her refusal died on her lips and she found herself locking her teeth around the front waistband of his boxer shorts, his dick prodding her in the throat behind the cotton.
“Better get a move on, don’t want your old man coming back and finding us like this do you? Can’t imagine what he’d think?”
She lowered her head and the shorts came slowly down, revealing inch after inch of that thick, long cock she had sucked earlier until it sprung clear of the elastic and poked her in the eye, much to Curtis’s amusement. He reached down and jostled his ball bag.
“Balls could do with a suck Mrs Cole, get them nice and primed for what’s to come.”
Now this Kimberley had never done before, yes she had given her husband oral sex once (before they were married, certainly never after!) and she had not enjoyed it but something as perverse as sucking this bastards balls? And yet she knew she was bound to do it and with a look on her face that would sour milk she leaned forward and took his big, hairy, heavy black balls into her mouth and began to suck and lick them. It was a strange sensation, not nice certainly but maybe that was more to do with the very idea of what she was doing rather than the actual act itself. Indeed had his balls been smooth it may even have been a mite relaxing but they weren’t and his wiry pubic hair continually reminded her of the depravity she was sinking to. She sucked his balls and licked them, trying to block out the musky smell but failing miserably until her demanded that she get up and lie face down on the bed, her own marital bed. She felt so exposed, even more so than when lying, legs akimbo waiting for him earlier. She felt the bed shake as he got onto it behind her and quivered as his strong hands prised her thighs apart and he knelt between them, behind her.
“Please, at least wear protection, at least…”
Her words stopped dead as she felt the wet, warm of Curtis’s penis, coated in pre-cum, press against her pussy lips then push its way inside her. She opened her mouth in shock but hardly made a noise as the younger man behind her slid his long, thick, slick cock deep within her. Kimberley had never had sex like this, ‘Rockygy style’ and was not used to a cock of this size and girth and besides that on her front like this it seemed to go even deeper. She was embarrassed to find that her own pussy was wet enough to allow him easy entry and while it made things painless for her it did make her wonder if somewhere deep down she wanted this. Even as she contemplated this his rough hands reached around her and grabbed her boobs and squeezed them and pawed them as he built up a steady pattern of deeper slow, penetrating thrusts that each ended with his balls slapping noisily against her backside.
Curtis grunted like a wild animal as he steadily fucked his former teacher’s wife from behind, it gave him such a feeling of power to treat her like this and do this to her and he hoped that she was turned on too but did not really care if she was or wasn’t. Yeah, her thought, if that racist Mr. Cole could just see him now as he relentlessly ploughed his cute wife with his big, black cock, he bet she had never had sex quite like this before. His hands strayed away from her breasts and he gave Mrs Cole’s ass a few playful spanks before reaching forward and grabbing her long blonde hair and using it to help pull him even deeper with each pumping stroke. He was overwhelmed with this sensation, not just the sex but the power and revenge, it was all such an aphrodisiac to him and despite his best efforts he knew he would not hold out too long before flooding her womb with his seed.
Kimberley was in shock and did not even contemplate that he would cum inside her until she felt his body wracked by spasms then tense up then a warm feeling spurt against her pussy walls and she wanted to cry with frustration, firstly because he had violated like this but also because she wanted to cum also and had not been this close to climaxing for literally years. But it was not to be and her assailant was already getting off the bed and starting to get dressed, part of her wanted to beg him to finish her off but that was quickly silenced by the moral, principled side of her and glared at the youth getting dressed.
“Is that enough? Are you happy now? Is my son safe?”
Curtis smiled at her as he wiped his dick on her bed sheet before putting it back in his pants.
“Nope, I’m not nearly finished. You got a date tomorrow night, I’m going to pick you up around the corner at eight, dress nice and smart now, a nice suit and jacket outfit I think, and we’re going to a party, a real special party.”
And with that he disappeared from the room and was out of the house before Kimberley was even out of bed. The afternoon and the rest of the day were a blur for her. She did everything she normally did on a weekday automatically, her mind was elsewhere entirely. She considered discussing the events with both her husband, Raymond and her son but she could never quite see how she could broach the subject while not giving away what exactly she had done and always at the back of her mind, lurking like a dark cloud was the thought of her own, unwilling arousal and how she had felt, it made her more than uncomfortable. But that night as she checked the reports on the stabbing on the internet she was in no doubts as to the seriousness of the trouble Zack would be found in if Curtis went through with his threat so she knew she had no choice but to do as he said and hope he would keep his word.
That next day she told her family that she had a meeting of her local women’s institute and to not wait up for her and she headed out just before eight dressed as Curtis wanted – in a smart fawn coloured suit jacket and trousers and nice black high heeled shoes, looking very business like. Which struck an incongruous sight when she rounded the corner from her house and got inside Curtis’s bashed up wreck of a car and he sped her off into a cold and unwelcoming night….
The car stereo was playing extremely offensive rap music way too loud for Kimberley’s tastes and she literally grimaced at the anger in the singers words as he spat them out and Curtis joined in every so often. He barely said two words to her since she had got in the car and she had just sat there and tried to keep track of where they were headed. But that became more and more difficult as Curtis headed into the poorer areas of the city, areas Kimberley had never been in before and within twenty minutes she knew she could never find her way back without aid. They were in a real poor looking district, half the houses were derelict, the other obviously slums and Curtis pulled up in front of the best looking house in the street, though that wasn’t saying much.
As they stood beside the car and looked towards the lit up house Curtis turned to his ‘guest’ and spoke properly for the first time that evening.
“You look good Mrs Cole, real good. Now get down on your hands and knees and put this bit of rope around your neck, I’ll use it like a leash. I’m gonna walk you into the party!”
Kimberley’s heart sunk, she could only guess what kind of party this was going to be but if it was one where she crawled in like a Rocky on a leash that could in no way be good. Still given the day to think things over she had decided not to even argue with what Curtis told her to do from now on, figuring it would just antagonise him and prolong her ordeal. And she was more determined than ever to save her son from any kind of danger. So, in accordance with that line of thought, Kimberley did not protest and just got down on her hands and knees on the cold, cracked path that led to the ramshackle house and allowed Curtis to loop the thick blue rope around her and tried to keep up as he led her up the path to the front door. Once there he did not knock but just opened the door and entered an entirely different world to the cold, dark night outside.
In seconds they were in the living room and it was a crowded affair what with four other black teenagers lounging around on the dilapidated furniture each flanked by a girl of similar age and each dressed and scantily as Kimberley could ever imagine – what on earth was she doing here?
Their entrance certainly brought everyone to a standstill and got everybody in the rooms attention. One of the guys got up and approached Curtis, giving him a high five followed by some sort of hand gesture before pointing down at Kimberley.
“Hey man, what up? What is this bring your own old, white bitch on a leash night? You know this is colours only, unless….”
Curtis smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, unless it’s for paint a bitch white night, and that my man is exactly what we are going to do with this (he jerked at the rope making Kimberley look up).”
That got another high five and a chorus of cheers from the other guys in the room while the girls looked at Kimberley with a strange mixture of disgust and pity. Not that she had long to dwell on that though as she was pulled to her feet and ordered to turn around and let everyone get a good look at her. Of course she was so out of place here, this white thirty something housewife dressed smartly in a suit surrounded by young black men and women dressed loosely and casually, she was like a fish out of water and felt so conspicuous here that she just wanted the ground to swallow her up whole. And what the hell was ‘paint a bitch white night’? It didn’t bear thinking about. But she was about to find out.
Kimberley spent the next half hour or so feeling like some strange, exotic animal in a zoo. Like somehow her different skin colour and age marked her out as from a totally different species than the other people congregated in the house (and another four guys, two with girls had arrived since they had come in). She just stayed at Curtis’s feet as he greeted his friends and in turn they examined and groped her, complementing him on his offering to the group. The girls barely spoke to her but eventually Curtis handed the rope to one other girls and all the girls got up and left to go to another room, leaving the guys laughing and joking while Kimberley was led away.
The room they led her into was bare, completely empty, the only feature was an almost circular half a foot deep hole in the centre of the floor boards in the room. One of the girls seemed to be sort of in charge and she pulled Kimberley to her feet, uncomfortably by the rope and glared at her.
“Alright you fucking old, white bitch, get your clothes off and get on your fucking knees in that hole!!”
The girl was called Sharmell and had been one of the guys girls the longest and knew what they wanted tonight. She had a mouth like a sewer and an attitude to match. All this in a girl young enough to be Kimberley’s daughter. When Kimberley did not react immediately Sharmell slapped her across the cheek.
“Didn’t you hear me ‘ho? I fucking told you what to do, now get a fucking move on else me and the girls will have to do it for you! An’ I’m guessing you don’t want your fancy clothes fucked up, do you?”
No she did not but neither was she keen to undress for this mob but she realised she really didn’t have a choice so reluctantly began taking off her smart suit and everything else besides and moments later found herself covering up her boobs as she carefully knelt in the hole while the girls made all kinds of crude remarks about her body, she cringed and wished herself out of there. Sharmell let the guys know she was ready and in they trooped, all with their zippers down and a collection of black cocks hanging out. Kimberley could guess what was coming next but knelt there waiting to be told. In a daze she knelt there while she was surrounded by a myriad of young, erect black cocks, each straining for relief. As they circled Kimberley the other girls got behind their men and reached around to stroke their cocks, the effect was for them to wank their man’s cum over the white bitch before them. The guys who couldn’t get right up to Kimberley hung back and waited their turn, besides it was often more fun to add the last, thick coating of cum to an already cum drenched bitch.
Kimberley literally did not know which way to look. She wanted to just close her eyes and imagine she was elsewhere (anywhere!) else but she found herself unable to, as if kept open by some form of hypnotism by the array of black flesh that surrounded her face. Strangely the trash talk ended momentarily as everyone concentrated on what they were doing, the bare room echoed to the noise of foreskins being yanked back and forward with a faint sound of skin on slippery skin. But even that was deafening to Kimberley where she was and she found that she had been holding her breath for near a minute before finally exhaling. That coincided with more chatter in the tense room. The girls, who were hard at work pumping their men’s dicks, started it off, encouraging the guys to get “a fucking move on and cover the bitch” with their loads. The guys groaned as they were wanked more furiously and then Kimberley’s face was hit with the first shot.
It came from an overweight member of the gang standing to Kimberley’s right. He was being jerked off by his similarly overweight ho’ and she had obviously done the trick as his black trouser snake erupted in five sharp bursts of white semen that splattered on the housewife’s forehead and hair before slowly starting to drip down her face. As he celebrated and enjoyed the aftermath of his climax Kimberley’s face was hit from the other side by another stream of cum, this time targeting her eyes and nose from the left. Then from in front two more ejaculations hit her and she could barely see the guys move back to let the other guys forward for their shot.
In total she took nine loads of cum on her face. The sensation was bizarre and humiliating for Kimberley. Her skin crawled as she felt the thick man seed slide slowly down her face, running over her eye lids, nose, lips and chin on its gradual descent. She lifted her hand to wipe some of it from her face but it never made it as it was held back by someone and Curtis spoke in her ear.
“What you doing Mrs Cole? We ain’t finished just yet. Got one more person want to cum all over you. Go on Sharmell give us a show!”
The room erupted in cheers and shouts as Sharmell hiked her mini skirt around her slim waist and stepped up to Kimberley. At that moment Kimberley was glad her eyes were gummed shut with the copious amounts of sperm. She could well imagine the sight that she would have been looking at – the angry young woman with her skirt hitched up and her, no doubt bare, pussy being thrust aggressively at the kneeling Kimberley as it was vigorously played with. Which was in fact exactly what was going on. But she could hear what was going on. The others encouraging her.
“Yeah babe, you go for it, spray that bitch!”
“Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”
Worse, she could also hear the sound of skin playing furiously across wet skin. The undoubted noise of Sharmell playing with herself just inches from Kimberley’s face. Oh, Zack what have you got yourself mixed up with, she thought to herself.
Meantime, Curtis enjoyed the spectacle he had created. He only wished that Mr. Cole could see this now. I mean sure he was recording it on his camera phone for posterity but it would have been even sweeter revenge if the racist bastard was watching this right here. It set the young blackmailer thinking…
Sharmell was near to climax. Her face was screwed up in intense concentration and her hand was rubbing at her clit with an amazing energy. She inched closer to the old white bitch on her knees until she touched her cum covered face with her own pussy and that was the touch that sent Sharmell over the edge. She gave an animalistic grunt and arched her back wildly as her hairless pussy exploded with liquid all over Kimberley’s face. What an amount she sprayed out, almost like a water pistol coating Kimberley’s face even more and leaving her feeling as if she had been marked, almost like a Rocky marks its territory. She had to kneel there and endure as the gang cheered and slowly moved on to other business.
It was a quiet journey home. Curtis deliberately did not turn on his stereo to allow Kimberley to sit and brood in unnatural silence. He had told her not to wash or wipe her face so it was still a total mess, obliterated with dried cum (both male and female). Kimberley, for her part had a hell of a lot to contemplate in the passengers seat. Like: What was she going to do when she got home? She could hardly enter the family home with her face plastered with assorted loads of cum without arousing suspicion. Like: How was she going to finally extricate herself from this blackmailer while at the same time saving her son? And like: What was her body reacting like this to these humiliating situations, how on earth could she be turned on?
All these thoughts raced through her mind as Curtis weaved the car through the streets back to the Cole’s neighbourhood. All of a sudden he braked and came to a stop. He literally had to prod Kimberley to break her reverie.
“Hey bitch, that’s us, get out and get lost. I’ll tell you when I want you again!”
Kimberley turned to Curtis, for the moment ignoring the ejaculate all over her face.
“Look I can’t do this forever, whatever it is you want you’ve had it! Whatever sick version of revenge you were after you’ve had it. I want no more! I’ll not do this indefinitely!”
She was clearly angry and distressed and almost screamed at him but he just sat there, casually listening to her as if she were talking about some mundane matter to him. Finally, when she seemed to run out of steam and vitriol he spoke calmly to her.
“Ok Mrs Cole. You want this over? You want this finished for good? Fine. I can do that. Tell you what you do one more thing for me, one more little job and I’ll give you all the evidence I have and we can move on. How about that?”
“Anything. Anything to get this over with!”
“All right. I’ll let you know once I get things organised. Now get outta my car you’re dripping sticky stuff all over it!”
As Kimberley stumbled from his car and it sped off into the night for the first time since this ordeal had begun she could believe there was an end in sight. Something about Curtis’s demeanour when he addressed her in the car convinced her that he was telling the truth, that he would only ask one more thing from her to give her the evidence. She was so desperate for it to be true that she ignored the possibility that he may be lying and did not even contemplate what the ‘one last act’ would be, because going by what he had done so far it could only be bad for her. But no matter, as she sneaked her way around her house and cautiously used the outdoor tap to cup water in her hands to briskly wipe her face with she could finally see a way out and she would do whatever it took to get to it. The rest, sneaking into the house and taking a quick shower proved amazingly simple, no one would know what she had done to preserve her family that evening.
Kimberley jumped at every phone call to the house for the next week, trying hard not to rush to be first to answer it and not show her nervousness. Finally Curtis called on the following Thursday and his instructions were concise.
“Tomorrow night. Eight O’clock. Be ready. I don’t care how you look or what you have to do just be in the same place I picked you up last time.”
“And this is the last time? We finish it tomorrow and give me the evidence against Zack? I never see or hear from you again?”
“Yeah sure, whatever bitch. Just make sure you’re there and ready to get fucked.”
At that Curtis hung up and Kimberley was left holding both the phone and her breath, something about the tone he had used convinced her this would be the end but that it would not be nice for her.
In some ways Kimberley Cole seemed to land lucky that evening. Zack was out with his friends (and his mother made sure they were ‘better’ friends this time), her daughter was on a sleep over at a friends and her husband was out playing pool in his local league and wouldn’t be back until later. It meant she would not have to lie about where she was going or sneak around to meet Curtis. She just walked around the corner and casually got in his car. That was where the evening went downhill from, he handed her a black bag and told her to put it over her face, he didn’t want her to see where he was taking her. She did so reluctantly. What followed was an half hour car journey in the dark that could have left her anywhere in the city as she lost track of direction far too easily. She did not have a clue where they were when he finally brought the car to a halt.
He handed her a smaller blindfold and told her to tie it on under the bag and to take the bag off. She was glad to be rid of the bag but the blindfold was even better at cutting out the light and she had to be guided out of the car by Curtis and led along a stone path and into a building. Once in he bent her over a table, taking great pains not to move the blindfold and casually stripped every inch of clothing off the housewife, once again casting his eyes over her delectable ass as his hands roamed over her lily white body. He leaned forward his crotch pressing at her ass.
“You are gonna get fucked now Mrs Cole, a real good fucking. But I promise you, you take this fucking and make it a real good show, you know, act like your loving it and digging it and I promise I ain’t gonna blackmail you no more, all right?”
She could hardly refuse him and just nodded her head.
There followed a period of silence followed by some shuffling and whispering from a nearby room then all of a sudden she felt a stiff penis at the entrance to her cunt and hands being placed around her hips and tightening as the cock pushed it’s way inside her. She had to fight the urge to sigh with pleasure at the penetration until she remembered that was what he wanted and gave into her body, actually enjoying taking such a long hard cock in her pussy. She wondered if it was Curtis back there but suspected not and that was confirmed when her blackmailer exclaimed.
“That’s it man, give that bitch the ride of her life, man! Fuck her like the slut she is!”
She gripped the edge of the table as she continued to be fucked from behind over it. As much as Kimberley did not want to be enjoying being fucked like this she actually was. It was like forbidden fruit and best of all she could justify it to herself because she was being forced to do this by Curtis. For the moment she forgot who she was and why she was doing this, transforming herself back to the young woman she once was in her teenage years where she got drunk and screwed a guy she didn’t know the name of at a party. She had been in shock afterwards that she would have been so promiscuous and had not done anything like it ever since but could not deny it had been a total thrill at the time -–just like this, another younger man reaming her pussy out, so close to cumming.
What happened next all took place in the space of a mere sixty seconds yet it would be a minute that would forever alter the Cole family. Broken down here is how it all went down.
As Kimberley reached a climax herself she felt the hard cock inside her spasm and jump and felt the warm liquid that was her fucker’s cum shoot deep inside her pussy. She barely heard the click of a door opening some yards in front of her. All of a sudden her eyes were in daylight as Curtis first tore off her blindfold then the blind fold of the person fucking her. When Kimberley’s eyes had adjusted to the sudden impact of light after so long blindfolded it was to see that she was actually bent over her very own kitchen table. Before the impact of that fact had even started to sink in the kitchen door opened and in walked her husband! She looked up at him stunned but rather than shout or react angrily he just stared about two feet above Kimberley, almost ignoring her. She twisted her head around and looked over her shoulder and was mortified to see that it was Zack stood behind her (and still inside her)! She had just been fucked by her son! Her own teenage son had just cum deep in her pussy! She felt like she was going to faint but one look up at her husband told her now was not the time. Of Curtis there was no sign, evidently he had taken off after removing both their blindfolds.
But before any of the three stunned participants could say or do anything further the door burst open again behind Mr. Cole and in burst four police officers!
The officer at the front shouted out.
“Zachariah Cole you are under…”
His voice tailed off as he took in the sight before him. The suspect was standing naked behind a naked woman and had apparently just been screwing her while being watched by this other guy and from the reports he had pulled before heading out on this arrest these three were mother , father and son! Curtis had dropped the evidence in to the police secretly on his way to collect Kimberley and it was just extreme providence that they had arrived at this moment. The timing of Mr. Cole arriving home to find Zack pumping his wife from behind was deliberate and he had promised young Zack the night of his life and a free screw if he came with his other friend that night. The set up had been immaculately carried out and as Curtis watched from the garden as the scene unfolded he drew great pleasure from the look of stunned disbelief on his racist ex-teachers face.
“Ha, got you, you old bastard!” he said as he departed the scene.
Inside the house the other cops had got in and were staring at the tableau before them as Zack pulled his shrinking cock from his mother and was handcuffed. Mr Cole had finally found his voice and was asking his wife what the ‘hell was going on’ while the rest of the cops got a good view of her naked body and tried to comprehend how mother and son could have been found like this, post coitus with the husband / father apparently looking on. It certainly wasn’t their normal arrest scene.
Kimberley Cole stood there not really knowing whether to try and cover her sweat covered, naked body (god was that cum dribbling down her inner thigh?), to appeal to her husband, to her son or to the arresting police officers but in her mind she just focused on Curtis telling her that she would be properly fucked’ tonight and looking round she guessed he was bang on, she was properly fucked all right.
by : TheDarkCloud