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Subject: {ASSM} Emily becomes a slut Part 3 (M+/f nc humil blackmail)
Date: Fri,  7 Feb 2003 17:10:03 -0500
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The next morning Emily awoke with a very sore head and an upset stomach. She
had definitely had far too much to drink the previous night. She struggled
to sit upright in bed but she managed it and the pounding in her head slowly
receded. Suddenly she was aware of the aching soreness between her legs and
the events of the last night came crashing back to her.



The shame made her burry her head in her pillow. How could she have let
herself be used like that? She loved Craig completely but she had willing
let herself be humiliated and degraded by a fat old man.



Craig walked into the room then carrying a tray with coffee and toast. Emily
composed herself quickly and smiled up at him. He sat down besides her and
passed her a cup for which she was very grateful. Craig began talking about
the previous night and it was soon obvious to Emily that he suspected
nothing. She was very relieved by his ignorance and immediately decided that
she would keep the whole thing secret and try to forget about it.



The pain in her crotch was not going to make things easy though and she
winced every time she moved.



"Are you all right?" said Craig in concern.



"Yes." She said, "I just think I might have pulled a muscle or something."



Craig accepted this and Emily told him she was going for a shower. It was
difficult to walk out of the room without hobbling and she was relieved when
she reached the bathroom and locked the door behind her.



She had slept in a t-shirt and knickers and now, standing in front of the
bathroom mirror, was afraid to take them off for what she might find.
Slowly, she pulled them down and stared in amazement as her pussy came into
view. Her sparse pubic hair was stuck down with Bill's cum which also seemed
to coat her entire pussy and much of her thighs. Her pussy still gaped open
and her lips were red raw. She could hardly touch them without crying out.



"God," she thought, "he must have one huge cock." She took off her t-shirt
and eased herself under the warm water of the shower. Immediately she felt
much better. The warm water soothed her and slowly washed away the filthy
evidence of her infidelity. Soaping up her flannel she tentatively began
washing her pussy. It was so sore and sensitive it took her ten minutes to
get rid of all the dried on cum.



After thirty minutes in the shower Emily finally felt clean again. She took
out a large soft towel and began to dry herself. She sat down on the fluffy
bathroom carpet and dried her legs and patted her pussy gently. Reaching
down to dry her feet she suddenly felt moistness in her pussy. Looking into
the mirror in front of her she was shocked and appalled to see a trail of
white sticky semen running out of her.



"Oh God," she thought, "How much cum did he shoot inside of me?" Feelings of
self-disgust once again dominated Emily's thoughts but looking at the image
in the mirror; herself sitting on the floor naked, legs spread and cum
oozing out of her sore pussy, made a spark of horniness ignite within her.
Dismissing it as quickly as it had started she came back to the present.
Fears of being made pregnant came to the front of her mind and she resolved
to do something about it straight away. Wiping the cum away she limped back
to Craig's bedroom and quickly dressed. She made an excuse to Craig that she
had to go out and was off.



She borrowed Craig's old car and drove around in search of a chemists that
would be open on New Year's Day. She eventually found one, parked the car
and entered. She sheepishly approached the counter and an old lady asked if
she could help.



Five minutes later Emily left the chemist with the 'morning after' pill. Her
cheeks were bright red; the pharmacists had not made it easy for her and had
obviously disapproved of her behaviour. She sat in the car and took the
pill. She felt like a slut.





Over the next couple of weeks things slowly got back to normal. College
restarted and she had plenty of work to keep her occupied. Her pussy had
slowly returned to its normal size and the soreness was gone. She had not
heard from Bill since for which she was very grateful and she tried her best
not to think about what had happened that night.



This proved more difficult, though. At night, especially after another one
of Craig's pathetic attempts at love making, she would find her thoughts
returning to that night and the three amazing orgasms Bill had given her.
The fact that it had all happened in such a cheap way and with someone as
disgusting as Bill only seemed to make it more erotic for her. Whilst Craig
slept beside her she would inevitably find her hand, almost of its own
volition, reaching down between her legs to rub her clitoris whilst she
fantasised about Bill taking her in a degrading way. In her fantasies she
would always protest and resist but Bill would ignore her. He would fuck her
brutally, make her cum repeatedly and then fill her with his gooey cum.



After she brought herself to orgasm with the fantasy she would always feel
terribly guilty. But she found herself returning to it more and more often
as the only way to relieve her growing sexual appetite.



It was three weeks into January and Emily had a break of two hours between
college classes and was relaxing with a couple of friends in the cafeteria
when she felt her mobile phone vibrate softly in her jeans pocket. Not
recognizing the number she answered politely to be greeted with Bill's deep
voice.



"Hello, Emily. It's Uncle Bill. How are you?"



"I'm fine thank you." She replied hesitantly. Her friends looked on with
mild curiosity. Emily's heart was pounding - what does he want?



"I was wondering if we could meet up tonight. Are you free?" Bill asked.



"Well, I have lots of homework." She said. Emily looked at her friends. She
did not want them to ask any awkward questions and she definitely did not
want Craig to find out anything.

"Well it won't take long." Said Bill, "I do think we should talk things
over, don't you?"



"Can't we just forget about it?" Emily said in a hushed voice.



"Well, I've tried but I just can't get it out of my head. I don't like it
one bit, I would much prefer to have it all out in the open. I think that
would be better for everyone - including Craig."



"No!" Said Emily sharply, drawing attention from her friends, then, more
quietly, "Please don't involve anyone else."



"I thought you might want that. Come on, Emily, let's get this sorted out."



"Okay," Said Emily in defeat. "When and where."



"Tonight, 6pm at my house." Bill said and gave her his address.



Emily returned her phone to her pocket and tried her best to carry on
talking to her friends but her mind was a mess of emotions. She made her
excuses and walked slowly towards the library. What did Bill want with her?
Did he really want to talk things through or did he want a repeat of New
Year's Eve! The thought filled her with dread. In the library she tried to
do some reading but when the time came for her next class she was still on
the same page. She put the book back in her bag and stood up. To her
amazement she felt moist between her legs. Her pussy was wet but why? She
shook her head in disgust and hurried to her class.





She pulled up outside of Bill's house just before six. It was a large house
in a wealthy neighbourhood and looked perfectly respectable. Emily took a
deep breath, got out of the car and walked up the gravel path toward the
house.



Bill had been waiting for Emily to arrive and watched out of an upstairs
window as she approached his house. Ever since he had fucked her on New Year
's Eve he had known that he would do anything to have her again. He had
spent long hours thinking of a way of achieving his desire and now things
were starting to happen.



Inside the house he had set up numerous video cameras in hidden locations.
If anything did happen tonight, and he was going to do his utmost to ensure
it would, then it would be caught on video to be used as a bargaining tool
in the future.



He watched Emily hesitate outside the front door. She was wearing blue jeans
and a loose jumper. Bill smiled, she was going out of her way to appear
unattractive, but Bill still thought she looked amazing. He knew that she
would not appeal to some men, she was not buxom or curvy and she did not
have large curly blonde hair. Instead she was teenage thin, tall and
willowy, her breasts were the ideal size (34B) and she had long, straight,
dark hair, which hung down her back.



Emily rang the bell and Bill was quick to answer. Seeing her close up again
made Bill's pulse race. Her lustrous hair framed her perfect face with its
innocent and scared expression. It was all Bill could do to not grabbed her
there and then and start ripping her clothes off.



"Come in.," he said, "Thanks very much for coming."



Bill ushered her into the lounge. Emily reluctantly entered the room and
took the only single seat available. On the table was an open bottle of
chilled white wine and two glasses. Emily began to regret her decision to
come. She looked up at Bill and shuddered inwardly. Now that she saw him
with sober eyes she realised that he was really very unattractive. His face
showed all the wrinkles and blemishes of a sixty four year old, his beer gut
hung well over his trousers and he used what was left of his greasy grey
hair to comb over his baldhead.



Bill took all this in but did not care a bit. He knew he was no looker but
that would make it all the more satisfying when he made Emily beg him to
fuck her. He pored out the wine and handed Emily a glass. She looked at it
with undisguised suspicion but eventually took it and began to sip it. Bill
knew his wine and Emily found it to be very nice. Relaxing a bit she sat
back in the chair.



"Bill," she said, "About New Year's Eve, I was very drunk. I didn't know
what I was doing, you must understand that."



"Oh, I know you were drunk Emily, so was I." said Bill, "That doesn't mean I
didn't enjoy myself a great deal."



"I..I did too, Bill", Emily said reluctantly. Bill smiled a smug smile. "But
it was a stupid thing for me to do. I love Craig and I feel terrible that I
betrayed his trust."



"I am sure you do love him, Emily, which makes me wonder why it did happen."
Bill sat forward and topped up Emily's glass. "I know I am not every
teenaged girls ideal bed partner so it seems strange that you should get
such a kick by letting me fuck you."



Emily crossed her legs. She had felt her pussy respond the instant Bill had
said the word fuck. What was happening to her? Her mind was repulsed but her
body was getting turned on. She wanted more than anything to get this whole
thing over with so she could leave.



"As I said, I was drunk." Emily replied.



"Yes, but I believe there's more to it. I think you are one of those women
who can't find a sexual release in a normal relationship." Said Bill. Emily
shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. "You want to be dominated, told what
to do. You want someone like me to force you to do all the perverted things
you fantasise about so that you don't have to take responsibility for your
actions."



"That's completely not true." Emily replied angrily. "I love Craig and that'
s enough for me."



"Rubbish. I bet you've been reliving New Year's Eve again and again. Its
pathetic that you can't just admit the truth."



"What truth?" Asked Emily.



"That you're a little slut that wants to be fucked hard and often." Bill
replied.



Emily was shocked and turned on by his words. He had hit the nail on the
head and she did not know how to respond, so she sat there, saying nothing.



"If you don't want to admit that then find." Bill said finally. "But before
you go I want something to remember you by."



"What?" Emily said with trepidation.



"A blow-job."



Emily got up to leave but before she had even left the room Bill said, "You
don't want Craig to find out do you?"



Emily turned, tears in her eyes, "You wouldn't."



"I'm doing it for your own good, Emily. The sooner you admit your true self
the better off you'll be."



Emily could see in his eyes he meant it. She bowed her head in submission
and moved back into the room. Bill could not believe his luck; it had been
far easier than he thought. Bill sat back in his chair, spread his legs and
motioned for Emily to knee between them. She slowly complied. Bill had
calculated things well and Emily would be well captured by the video
cameras.



Emily knelt between Bill's outstretched legs and looked down at his flies.
She had never given Craig a blowjob and did not really know what to do. She
knew she had to take Bill's penis into her mouth but what happened next she
was unsure of. Gingerly, she reached forward. Beneath his trousers his cock
was already partially hard and an electric thrill rushed through Emily when
her hand brushed up against it.



Emily grasped Bill's zipper and pulled it down then she reached inside his
trousers, past his pants and grasped his cock. All the time she was doing
this Emily was unable to think straight. What was she doing? Was she really
going to suck off this old man? When her hand touched his cock, though, all
rational thoughts abandoned her. His penis was very thick and hot against
the coolness of her hand. Gently she pulled it out and stared at it. It was
much bigger than Craig's, twice as long and probably three times as wide. No
wonder she had been in so much pain after he had fucked her. If she did not
know better she would have sworn nothing that big would have fitted inside
her. Bill's cock was an angry mess of bulging veins surmounted by purple
bulbous helmet.



Bill gasped when he felt Emily wrap her cool, soft hand around his cock. He
had never felt so turned on and his penis became fully erect instantly.
Emily stared at his cock and he almost came when he saw the look of wonder
and lust pass across her young face. Slowly she moved her head down and
opened her mouth.



Emily felt her lips touch his cock head and slowly expand around it. It
seemed to be growing all the time and despite relaxing her mouth as much as
possible she just could not get the head passed her lips. Her tongue played
across Bill's helmet and explored his foreskin. Emily was lost in a world of
lust and hardly heard it when Bill spoke.



"Emily, if you can't get it in your mouth I'll have to stick it in another
hole."



"No, I can't do that again. It's wrong." Emily replied.



"A blow-job is wrong and you were willing to do that." Emily had no answer
to that and Bill reached down and pulled her to her feet. Standing in front
of him she docilely let him remove her jumper and t-shirt and pull down her
jeans. Just dressed in her white cotton bra and knickers Bill took a second
to drink in every detail of Emily's figure. Perfect, he thought, there is no
other way to adequately describe her.



He could not wait long, though, and turned her around to undo the clasp of
her bra. Spinning her back round revealed her tits to him for the first
time. They were exquisite, small but perfectly shaped and firm as only a
teenager's breasts could be. He took hold of one and squeezed eliciting a
soft moan from Emily. He bent down and gently sucked her nipple. Emily
looked down at the top of Bill's baldhead as he noisily sucked on her
nipple. She could have cum right there and then she was so turned on.



Moving his hand down over her flat stomach he slipped it inside her
knickers. Emily submissively spread her legs to allow his hand easy access
to her cunt. His fingers quickly found her sopping pussy hole and two of his
fingers pushed their way inside her. Emily gasped out in pleasure as her
first orgasm coursed through her. She was so turned on that just Bill's
fingers inside her were enough to push her over the edge.



Bill smiled as Emily came and he watched her face closely as she gave
herself to the intense pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and
brought them up to her face. Her eyes were still closed when he rubbed her
own juices over her lips. She tried to pull back but Bill held her tightly
and pushed his slippery fingers into her mouth. Slowly she began to suck on
them, until at last she was hungrily swallowing her own love juices.



Emily was lost on waves of erotic pleasure. Standing naked in front of this
disgusting, fat, old man and being forced to lick her own pussy juice from
his fingers was the most degrading thing she had ever done and it had made
her hornier than she had ever been. At that moment she would have done
anything he had asked.



She felt hands pulling her downwards and onto the rug before the fireplace.
Bill took care to position Emily correctly so that his cameras would have
the best shots. He even went so far as to turn on a few more lights to
ensure everything was captured. Emily lay on her back on the rug completely
naked. Bill stood above her awed by her beauty and desperate to relieve his
lust. His cock jutted out from beneath his fat belly, an angry rod ready to
punish the young girl's tight little cunt.



Bill knelt down on the rug and took hold of Emily's ankles and spread them
far apart. Her cunt was now on full view to him and he could clearly see her
lips slowly part to reveal her gloriously tight hole. Her pussy glistened
with her juices. Bill moved forward, took hold of his cock and began rubbing
it up and down her slit, getting his cock head covered with her juices.
Emily moaned in passion as she felt his rock hard cock up against her pussy
at last. She moved her legs further apart and pushed herself closer to him,
eager to get his cock inside her.



"What do you want me to do, Emily?" Bill asked. Emily only moaned and
wiggled her hips around. Bill repeated the question, he was desperate to
fuck this little slut but this was an important part of his plan.



"Fuck me." She finally said.



"What was that? I can't hear you." He teased.



Emily opened her eyes and looked straight at him and said, "Fuck me, Bill.
Fuck me and fill me up with your cum."



Satisfied that it had all been caught on camera Bill needed no further
encouragement and proceeded to mount her. Emily was aware of his weight
coming down on her at the same time she felt his enormous cock penetrate her
cunt and force its way inside her. Just as before his thrusting was both
pleasurable and very painful. Emily screwed her eyes shut against the pain
as his cock inched its way up her. She could feel every bump and vein in his
cock as her cuntal lips grasped his shaft with a vice-like grip.



Bill was in heaven. It was even better than he remembered it. Her cunt was
so tight he thought he might cum before he could get it all the way in but
he forced himself to relax and gently but firmly used his weight to lodge
his massive cock up the teenager's pussy.



At last she felt his balls touch her arse and she knew he had his entire
cock inside her. Remembering the size of it in her hands earlier on Emily
was amazed and also a little proud that she had managed to accommodate it
all. Above her she could see Bill's face, sagging with old age but with an
expression of lust and something else. When Bill looked down at her she
realised what it was, triumph. Bill was revelling in his conquest of her.
She had surrendered herself to him and he was taking his reward. What a
whore I am she thought, but that only made her hornier. I am a whore she
thought, I get off on being fucked like this, I need to be humiliated and
degraded.



She lifted her legs up and back so her knees were by her shoulders just as
Bill pulled back and thrust into her again. Emily screamed out as she felt
his cock go even deeper. Her second orgasm took her over then and she moaned
and moaned whilst Bill continued to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly
relaxing cunt.



As Emily recovered from her orgasm Bill pulled his cock out and knelt up.



"Turn over." He said and reached down to help her. Emily, still in the
throes of passion meekly complied. Lying on her stomach she felt Bill's
hands grasp her hips and pull her up to her knees, her top half still flat
on the floor. Bill admired Emily again, in this position it looked like she
was offering herself to him. Face buried in the rug and arse up in the air,
legs spread and cunt on full display.



Bill checked the position of the cameras and moved Emily a bit to the right
to ensure everything was being captured.



"Tell me what you want, Emily." He said.



Turning her head around to look at him as he waited, poised behind her arse,
she said, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you in my cunt. I want to
be fucked like a dog"



Pleased by her increasingly slutty behaviour Bill eased himself back inside
her and, taking hold of her hips, proceed to fuck her hard and fast. With
her face buried in the rug it was difficult to tell how many orgasms she had
but Bill was sure she had at least another three before he could hold out no
longer. Taking a firm hold on her hips he plunged his cock into her ravaged
pussy as far as it would go and came. Inside Emily's stretched pussy she
felt his cock explode its gooey white seed. It filled her up and leaked out
around Bill's cock despite the tight fit. He held her tightly for a while,
his cock buried to its limit as he deposited his load deep within her.



Satiated at last he pulled his cock out of her stretched and sore pussy. As
soon as it was removed his cum began running from her to drip onto the rug.
Emily, shattered from the fucking, collapsed onto the rug and immediately
fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. Not wanting to waist the opportunity Bill
went and got one of the video cameras and took some closed ups of Emily's
battered, cum leaking cunt. Just to be sure he filmed her sleeping face as
well.



Very pleased with his night's exploits Bill took a quick shower, changed and
went back downstairs to finish off the wine. He was on his second glass when
Emily finally began to stir.



She looked up at him, sitting on the sofa, sipping his wine and smiling
smugly and realised that she had let her desires get the better of her
again. And this time she had no excuses.



Grabbing her clothes she dressed quickly. Walking towards the front door
when she was finished she turned back to Bill and said, "That's it Bill. A
deal is a deal."



"We'll see." Was all Bill said.



Emily left and drove home quickly. Thankfully she was not seeing Craig that
night and spent a whole hour in the shower trying to get the last traces of
Bill's cum out of her. Her ravaged pussy lips were red with soreness and
they gaped where Bill's cock had stretched it wide open. Emily despaired of
it ever going back to normal but she had no time to wonder. Jumping into her
car she drove to the only chemist she knew would be open.



Inside the same old lady was serving. With embarrassment and shame written
all over her face Emily quietly asked for the morning-after pill again. This
time the old lady really gave her a hard time, even going so far as to say
that promiscuity was evil and that some young women today were nothing more
that sluts and whores. Emily finally got the pill but not before promising
to go on the pill.



As soon as Emily had left Bill got out all the tapes to review the footage.
He was delighted to find that his fucking of Emily had been caught with all
its glory. He particularly liked the shot of Emily from behind; she was bent
over waiting to be fucked doggie style. The video showed Emily's face
clearly as she looked behind her to Bill and begged to be fucked. Bill
watched all the videos again whilst masturbating. He had big plans for
Emily, very big indeed. After he was finished he took all the tapes upstairs
to his PC ready to begin the process of editing the whole thing together.



Emily spent the night staring at her bedroom ceiling. Her parents had been
concerned but she had kept everything to herself. She was so angry with
herself for her lapse in self-control. She could not understand how her
shameful passions could so overwhelm her. She resolved that it would not
happen again but deep inside she knew she had opened her own personal
Pandora's box and she could never truly close it.

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