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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between mostly-consenting adults. If you are 
not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, 
read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts 
that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, 
you know it. Even so, caveat lector.

NOTES:

This is one of about five planned Christmas stories.  I hope to get 
them all done by Christmas. :)  I will post them first to my Yahoo 
club, and then to here, and then to my archive:

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Blackmail Creampie
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The phone rang and absently I picked it up.

"Hello, Clem speaking.  How can I help you?" I said.  I wasn't quite 
paying attention yet, which was about to change.

"Clem? You sound so business-like," the female voice chuckled.  "Do 
you know who this is?"

I did, kinda, but not really.  I looked at the phone, the caller ID 
telling me it was a number in my area code.  Only one woman in my area 
had such a sexy voice.  "Sure, this is Shannon," I answered.

"Did you guess?" she laughed.  That made me laugh as well.

"Well, maybe an educated guess," I smiled.  "So, how are you?"  We 
exchanged pleasantries for a while, talking about what was going on in 
our lives.  I got the impression that she was stalling a little bit.  
Finally, I asked her what was up.

"Well, I wanted to tell you about a little research I've been doing."

That piqued my interest, because Shannon was involved in all kinds of 
things.  Swinging being one of the more interesting.  Last time we 
chatted via Yahoo, it seemed we were on the verge of actually meeting.  
She had been talking to a man who was excited about trying bi-sex, and 
had approached me to see if I were interested in joining her and him 
for a three-way.  I got flushed now, thinking she was about to propose 
the meeting.

"Cool," I said, my mouth dry.  "Go ahead."

"Well, I know your name full is Clem Everett Waterston, for starters."

"Really?" I said, my heart stopping.  I never gave out my full name, 
ever.  I had been stalked by a fan some time ago, and I protected my 
real identity fiercely.  "How do you know that?" I continued, while I 
was thinking about why she know something like that.

"I know your wife's name is really Meg, although you call her Perra in 
your stories."  Shit!  She formed a throaty laugh.  "Real nice, 
calling her Perra.  Spanish for a female dog.  A bitch, in other 
words."

I was no longer smiling.  In fact, I was sweating.

"I know you have two kids, Justin and Chelsea.  Cute kids.  I know you 
live in Stafford, and that you have cut-out Santa hanging from your 
gutters.  It's darling!"  She paused for my reaction, and continued 
when I didn't sat anything.  "I know you work behind that Lexus 
dealership off the Katy Freeway.  I bet you waste too much time 
staring out the window at the construction next door.  Am I right?"  
Again, a pause.  "Hmmm, and I know you drive a ten-year-old Honda, 
which probably appeals your economic sense."

"What do you want?" I whispered.  I was coming pretty close to soiling 
my undies.

"Oh, so I guessed right?" she laughed, fucking harshly.  I quaked.  
There had been no guessing.

"What do you want?" I whispered again.

"Hmmmm, let's see.  What could I want?"  Her voice had a terribly hard 
edge to it, and I would have to change my underwear.  Soon.  "I want 
you to get off the fucking ball and meet me."

"Meet you?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Yes, and I want you to bring your strap-on and your digital camera.  
We're gonna have some fun."

"Listen, Shannon," I said.  "I don't think--"

"No, you listen, weasel.  I knew you'd try to talk yourself out of 
this.  So I have a little insurance policy."

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I could have guessed.

"I mean I have an envelope right here in my hand.  In the envelope is 
a CD, and on the CD is some stuff Meg would find interesting.  Like 
about 70 stories.  Like about a dozen pictures of you, naked and 
perverted.  Like about five video clips of you being even more 
perverted.  I think Meg would love to have me mail this to your house 
with the hanging Santa."  Her voice was low and deadly.

I felt completely trapped.  As much as I knew Meg was a bitch, I 
didn't want to lose her.  I didn't want to be cut off from my kids, 
which I knew would happen.  I was trapped, my fantasy life catching up 
to my real life.

"Shannon, please don't do this."

"Clem, here's how it is, because I don't think you get it."  Her voice 
had no warmth at all.  "Next Friday, you'll tell Meg you are going 
Christmas shopping.  Instead, you'll meet me at the Eldorado Motel.  
You'll bring your camera, the strap on, and a big tube of lube.  Well, 
the lube is optional, but I suggest for your sake that you bring it.  
Then you will perform to my satisfaction, and to John's satisfaction 
too."

"John?" I asked, physically nauseous.

"Oh, didn't I mention John?  John is a friend of mine who wants to try 
out sex with a guy."  I could almost hear the mocking mirth in her 
voice.  "I told him you'd love to suck him off and let him fuck you in 
the ass."

"Jesus Shannon!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, come off it!"  she demanded sternly.  "I've seen pictures of you 
sucking a dildo and you sent me videos of you stuffing the dildo in 
your ass."

"But I've never..."

"Because you are a baby," she interrupted.  I had made the mistake, I 
realized, of telling Shannon my feelings.  I had always wanted to try 
bi sex--in theory.  But when push came to shove, I had never done it 
because I was scared.  I had let good opportunities go unpursued while 
I griped when others bailed out.

"Please, Shannon," I pleaded, "don't make me do this."

"I'm sorry--no, I am not sorry," she said.  "I plan to make the most 
of it, and I hope you enjoy it.  But, in the end, this is a gift to 
myself and your pleasure would be a bonus, nothing more."  She let 
that sink in.  "So, are you going to be there or am I going to have to 
go to Mailboxes and More to send a package to your house?" 

I was well and truly humbled.  "I'll be there," I said, wishing I 
didn't have to.   Shannon explained how the hookup would happen, then 
rung off.

I went to the bathroom, and cleaned out my shorts.

The Day came and I spent the morning trying to concentrate without 
success.  Finally, I left and went to a liquor store.  I bought some 
Crown Royale and had a couple swigs to calm my nerves.  Then I drove 
to the Eldorado Motel, fantasizing that Shannon wasn't there.  Maybe 
she'd got into an accident.  But exactly on schedule, she called my 
mobile and told me what room she was in.

I had a Lands End soft nylon briefcase that I had put the toys into.  
I put the Crown Royale in as well, then went to her room.  Taking a 
deep breath, I knocked on her door.

Shannon opened the door and despite my nervousness I felt a twinge of 
excitement.  Shannon is very attractive, from her short blonde hair to 
her painted toes.  She is in her late 30s I think, but she was still 
toned and mighty pretty.  She was wearing a white gauzy (chiffon??) 
baby-doll that I could see through, and nothing else.  I could see the 
heavy rings piercing her nipples, with a chain hanging between then.  
Honestly, though, I didn't look too much because I was totally 
captivated by her eyes.  They commanded my attention, and feel deeply 
into my most submissive personality.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked.  I knew that she liked 
kissing, in part because it was taboo when she swung with her husband.  
Without even letting me answer, she grabbed my hair and pulled me into 
a brutal kiss.  She was totally in control, and I knew it.  She 
finally relented, and casually said, "It's nice to meet you."

I lowered my eyes, embarrassed to recall that despite our online 
intimacy we had never met.  "It's a pleasure," I said.  Internally, I 
thought it would have been so much nicer to meet when I wasn't being 
blackmailed.

"Now, take off your clothes," she said, her tone disallowing any 
disagreement.  While I removed my clothes, she looked into the 
briefcase.  She checked out everything, then opened the Crown Royale.  
She took a big gulp of it, and by the time she was finished shuddering 
from the burning sensation, I was nude.

It seemed my nudity didn't interest her beyond making me submissive.  
Without much more than a brief glance at my package, she sat on the 
bed and crooked a finger.  "Come here and show me how much you like 
oral sex," she smiled.

I knelt before her, and placed my hands on her inner thighs.  I spent 
a brief moment admiring her pussy and the ring through her clit hood, 
then leaned in to taste her.  She tasted truly delicious, so fully 
feminine.  She had told me she tended to be very wet, and I found she 
was.  She lowered the baby-doll over my head, encasing me into her 
crotch.

Honestly, I love eating pussy.  I love the flavor, the smell, the 
reaction of my partner.  I love juicy ones most, and Shannon was very 
juicy.  Licking her dripping snatch, it was like bathing my tongue in 
her juices.  My mind fixated on imagining how wet she would be after 
being fucked, dripping out cum.  It was very easy to forget why I was 
there and what was to come.  I lived in the moment.

But the moment ended too soon.  I felt like Shannon was on the verge 
of orgasm, when her mobile phone rang.  I stopped licking her, only to 
be reprimanded.  "Keep going, Clem," she said as she fumbled to get 
the phone.  Finally, she answered it, and listened for a moment.  
"Room 203," she said and I knew it was John.  My boner began to wilt.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  Shannon pushed me 
away and answered the door, letting in John.  John was a burly man, 
who could have as easily been in his 30s as his 50s.  She introduced 
us, which was humiliating.  "John, this is Clem.  He's gonna love 
sucking your cock, aren't you Clem?"

"Nice to meet you," I told him, my face burning.  John smiled, his 
lopsided grin reminding me of Han Solo in Star Wars.

"Well, maybe he won't like it," Shannon apologized for me, "but he's 
gonna do and you are going to like it."

John's smile got much broader.  I felt a distinct unease.  It was all 
too real now.

"I think you're just nervous because you're a virgin," Shannon told 
me.  "John, you get undressed and I'll let Clem have his first taste 
of dick before we go on."  She patted the bed indicating I was to sit 
next to her and watch.  I sat down, and Shannon reached over to begin 
stroking me.

As humiliating as it was to know I was going to be forced to suck 
cock, it was even more humiliating to stiffen as I watched John 
undress.  I had spent years telling myself that I was not attracted to 
men.  Well, as I watched him take off his clothes, I realized that I 
was very attracted to him sexually.  He had salt and pepper chest 
hair, and enough muscle definition to tell me he was very strong.  
When he pulled down his briefs, I realized I was holding my breath in 
anticipation.  My eyes grew large at his meaty prick, already much 
larger than mine even while he was partially flaccid.

I was transfixed until Shannon whispered in my ear to go suck him.  On 
autopilot, I moved to him and knelt before him.  I suspended my 
disbelief, closed my eyes, and tasted him.  I've written before in my 
stories how much better real dick was compared to a dildo.  It was all 
the sensations I imagined (warm, fleshy, sweaty, throbbing, 
responsive) and more.

I had practiced on the dildo for years, until I could deep throat it 
with ease (like the chick at ideepthroat.com).  I listened to his 
responses, especially when he grunted "no teeth" a few times.  It was 
harder to deep throat, but John totally enjoyed my efforts.  I did 
too, once I got into it.  By the time Shannon called me back, I was 
hard.

I stood and staggered back to the bed, my knees hurting (an unexpected 
sensation).  Shannon had been masturbating furiously, her pussy 
perfectly frothy.  She had told me she was turned on at the thought of 
watching me have sex together, she hadn't lied.  She had been unable 
to remain still, and her fingers were covered with juices.

"Jesus," she muttered, "fuck me.  Fuck me and cum in me, and show John 
how you're gonna suck cum from me."  I didn't need a second 
invitation!  I wasted no time, but buried my prick totally into her.  
Then I sucked her fingers, cleaning the juices from them.  She kept 
muttering "cum... cum...", urging me to fill her pussy.  I felt her 
clench a few times around my cock, and then I came.  And came.  And 
came, imaging how wet she was.

I slid out and wasted no time clamping my mouth over her open hole.  
OMG, she was so sloppy wet.  And after a few brief moments (during 
which John had been saying "holy shit, look at that!"), Shannon began 
to shake and orgasmed.  I put on a show, spreading the cum all over 
her pussy more than eating or swallowing it.  Her pussy was completely 
smeared with creampie, which both repulsed and excited John.

Finally, I cleaned her pussy as thoroughly as possible.  She was 
squeaky clean by the time she was ready for action.  She looked over 
at John.  "I am soooo ready for you!"  I was incredulous, because I 
just given her an nice hard cum.  But there was no mistaking her 
wanton reaction to his slow penetration.

I wasn't sure what she wanted from me, so I leaned over and sucked and 
licked at her nipples.  She did like that, for a while.  Then, she 
wanted me to suckle her clit while John completely filled her tunnel.  
She appeared to be in heaven, cumming again after ten minutes of 
fucking.

After that, she had another scenario she wanted to try.  She rolled 
John over and mounted him, controlling the penetration.  After a few 
moments, she pulled off and commanded me breathlessly to clean his 
cock.  She watched me excitedly as I cleaned her natural lubrication 
from his prick.  Then, she mounted him again.  This time, she remained 
still with him buried in her pussy and told me to tongue her asshole.  
She squirmed in ticklish delight until it was time for me again clean 
his cock.

We did variations of this for a surprisingly brief time before she 
came again.  He went with her this time, and I watched in amazement as 
his cock throbbed.  He slowly pulled out, cumming as he did.  I was 
ordered to lay on my back, and she planted herself on my face.  Her 
entire tunnel was coated with his goo.

I realized that his diet must be very different from mine.  His cum 
was bitter compared to mine, and that tainted the creampie as well.  
The strange flavor reinforced the knowledge that I was eating another 
man's cum.  It was a total headfuck, and I found I was moaning.

John heard it too.  "The dude is getting off on it," he wondered 
aloud.

"Wait until you see what's next," Shannon said, sliding off my face.  
I was far from finished cleaning her cunt, but she was anxious to move 
on.

She slowly inserted the dildo from my strap-on into her stretched 
pussy.  I watched, feeling very hungry.  When she pulled it out, 
handed it to me, and told me to clean it, I did.  Ravenously.  I was 
aware without looking that she was putting on the strap-on harness.  I 
was trembling in anticipation.

"Give me that," she said, taking the dildo from me while tossing the 
lube in my direction.  "Better lube up while I put this on."

We watched each other, ignoring John who was saying "this is wild".  I 
rapidly smeared my hole and pushed some in, desperate to open myself 
before she did.  She spent a few moments seeing how the dildo 
attached, then stood back and stroked her cock.  "Come here and suck 
me," she smiled wickedly.  She knelt on the bed and I crawled on to 
give her a faux blow job.

"John, open him up, OK?" I felt John's strong hands spreading my 
cheeks and insert a finger in me.  I gasped, which wasn't a good thing 
to do when you have a dildo in your mouth.  I felt like a total slut, 
John's fingers preparing me to get fucked while 'sucking off' Shannon.

When Shannon had me put my face on the mattress and stand on the 
floor, I knew the time had come.  Sure enough, she stood behind me and 
slid the large dildo in.  I had often fucked myself with it, but it 
was so much better to have a strong woman do it.  The anticipation of 
each stroke was so delicious!  My well-lubed butthole made wet sucking 
and burping sound as she gave me the fucking I had looked forward to 
for so long.

She stopped, and I assumed she wanted a new position.  I was only 
partially right.  She handed me a condom and told me to put it on and 
lay on my back.  I did as I was told, and she promptly put my ankles 
on her shoulders.  That let her shove even deeper into my willing ass, 
making me groan loudly.

"Shut him up, will you?" she said to John, laughing.  John, who had 
been shaking his head even while he fondled his cock, got on the bed 
as well.  Predictably, I was soon sucking his big fat cock.  That 
didn't really slow down my moans though.  In fact, feeling him stiffen 
on my tongue probably increased their frequency and loudness.

I got into that zone of total pleasure where your entire body is 
pulsing in pre-orgasmic bliss.  I was drooling pre-cum like crazy, and 
Shannon used it as a lube to jack me with the condom.  This led to an 
orgasm that seemed to involve my entire lower torso.  Bright lights 
burst in my mind, like people talk about in bad erotica.  I was 
delirious with pleasure.

I gradually noticed that Shannon hadn't stopped fucking me, despite my 
orgasm.  I could tell she was near her own orgasm, and needed to rump 
pump me more and harder.  Her thrusts were extremely vigorous, to the 
point of discomfort.  I felt the condom slip off, and begin to ooze my 
cum.  To distract myself, I took it and let the contents drip into my 
mouth as John slowly thrust his head in and out.  Shannon muttered an 
obscenity, and began to cum.  I must say I was relieved.

Shannon stepped back on wobbly legs.  "Fucking is hard work," she 
joked.  She was glorious, shining with sweat.  "I need to lay down," 
she said, pulling off the harness and sprawling out on the bed.  John 
and I didn't know what to do, so we did nothing but look at each 
other.

I was glad of the chance to rest, and after a few minutes I crawled 
onto the bed and began to massage Shannon's back.  John did too, and I 
changed to kissing her neck.  She sighed contentedly, especially when 
I felt my horniness return and began slowly and deliberately kiss down 
her back.  I kneeded her buttocks and then spread them to begin 
tonguing her back door.

That seemed to rouse her, although she wriggled and enjoyed it for 
some minutes.  Then she rolled over and looked at John and me.  "Clem, 
I want to watch John fuck you.  Come here and lick me."  She propped 
herself up on pillows, and laid back with her knees bent.  I crawled 
over to begin worship her wet pussy.

John pressed me into her as he slid into my rectum.  Right away, I 
realized the difference between a strap-on and a well-trained fuck-
meister.  John knew how to use his tool, and it was warm and live.  It 
would have been perfect, had I not orgasmed so strongly before.  It 
was wonderful, but I was fucked out.  He was screwing me for his and 
Shannon's pleasure, not mine.

That very aspect made it hotter for Shannon.  She was hot as hell, 
watching me 'service' John.  She actually came before he did.  That 
opened up the possibilities, and she wanted to watch me on top of him.  
I got into the 'crab' position, on top of him and hands and feet, 
facing away.  I lowered myself as he thrust up.  Despite my two hard 
orgasms, I began to stiffen.

Shannon saw that and began to jack me off and suck my nipples.  I 
called out I was close, and she slid down to suck my cock.  I grunted 
as I came, squeezing John.  I felt him swell and splash inside me even 
as Shannon brought a load of cum for us to share while kissing.  It 
was an extremely nasty situation.

After that, we all began to clean up and part.  John was first to 
leave, and I felt jealous as I watched him kissing Shannon.  Even 
though she had forced me to enter this scene, I felt strong affection 
for her.

"I'm glad you stayed," she said, after the door closed on John's back.

"Why, so you can blackmail me into something else?" I asked with a 
rancor I didn't feel.

"No, so I can tell you this was my Christmas present to you," she 
smiled.  "I knew you wanted to try this, and now you have."

Up until then, I had totally resented her using me.  But I realized 
she was completely right, and that I had enjoyed it tremendously.  If 
I had could have had any gift, it would have been this.  Even being 
blackmailed into it had made it more satisfying: I had no guilt about 
the encounter.

So, instead of being pissed, I was grateful.  "Thank you," I said. I 
gave her a big hug. "I owe you one."

She pushed away and smiled at me, delighted at the outcome.  "Great," 
she said as we left the room.  "I'll give you a call and you can pay 
me back."

We both laughed as we closed the door on this adventure.

***THE END***

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