Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

[GenderBender]

I’m concentrating on Miriam’s face – she insists that I call her Miriam, not Mrs Walsh like we all have to at work.

It’s not a bad face for someone in their, what?, mid-50s. She was probably quite good looking when she was younger and not so fat.

But it’s not the face that bothers me, it’s the expression on it. Is she smirking? No, it’s not that, not quite. For a moment I thought it might be pleasure, and it is a bit like that, but again not quite. Yes, that’s it, I have it. She’s gloating. And no wonder, with her tits flopping off her chest and that belly spilling over the top of her thong. Yes, she’s gloating that she’s got me here, kneeling between her thighs. And waiting, waiting for what? She hasn’t said yet. Should I take the initiative, like I would normally in this position? No, I’m sure that is not what she wants, not yet anyway. She’s too busy enjoying the fact that she has got me here. Under her control.

 

[Foxy Lady]

This is going to be good. It’s been a long time since I had a man between my legs. Almost 15 years in fact, when my husband announced that he was trading me in for a younger model, his PA naturally. She’s moved on now, to a richer model. That put me right off men for a long time, until about three months ago I was sitting in my office – one of those glass wall affairs that let me watch my staff and let them watch me watching them. They were laughing and giggling, obviously arranging to meet up for something after work, when it struck me that I had been like that once. One of the team, joining in, having fun. I was younger then, of course, but I was still big, always have been. Not that that put the guys off; fat girls fuck, that’s what I heard one of them say and he was right, at least this fat girl fucked. The only problem was that no one was going to let me join in. Who would want their boss with them after work?

Then I saw my chance. I caught Matt fiddling his figures for his expenses. Not by much, but in our line of work integrity and trust are important. I could have sacked him on the spot and he knew that. I could tell by his face as soon as I told him I would give him a chance – he knew right away that there would be a price to pay. And now, here he is, kneeling between my thighs, waiting to find out exactly what that price will be.

It’ll do both of us good to wait. He’ll learn who is in control here. And I can savour the thought of what’s to come. This is just the start, naturally. He needn’t think that there won’t be more of these visits. He’s a good looking guy. Black – they were always my favourite. Ribbed – I hadn’t expected that. Thick cock – but still flaccid so I don’t know what sort of length he’s packing. And thick lips, just what I need right now, thick and soft.

‘Right, Matt,’ I tell him, ‘time to stop staring and get started. Get down there and eat me out.’

Oral is my favourite bit of sex, the one thing my ex was actually good at. I’ve used a vibrator, but it’s not the same as flesh and blood lips and tongue and teeth, so I’m really looking forward to this.

 

[GenderBender]

I take hold of her thong - pink, which isn’t really my favourite colour, but good quality, nothing trashy – and ease it over hips and down her thighs as I shuffle back down the bed. It exposes a bald cooch. Recently shaved – there are still some nicks from the razor. As I bend over, I get a whiff of lavender – she’s taken the trouble to wash herself for me. Some women I’ve been with aren’t so considerate. I always wash my cock, it’s the least I can do, and surely women should show us guys the same consideration.

My mouth is dry, so I suck hard to get the saliva flowing and survey the view as she spreads her thighs wide for me, pulling her knees up. At least, I wouldn’t have to play hunt the clitoris. It’s like a thumb, protruding and, I swear, throbbing. With my tongue now moist, I bend down and, starting at the back of her slit, draw the tip of my tongue forwards, tracing the outline of the curls of her labia, working slowly towards that knob of pleasure, but stopping just before I reached it. As I retrace my steps, I raise my eyes and catch a look of disappointment on her face. It was just a flash, but she must have been tensed waiting for that first contact. She’s be desperate, of course, otherwise she wouldn’t have had to get me here under threat of dismissal and possibly prosecution. How long was it, I wonder, since a man had laid between her legs?

I work my way forwards again but pause before giving her clit just the merest flick with the tip of my tongue. She shudders, moans, and bucks her hips up towards my mouth, but I pull away and sit back on my heels. Just to let her know who’s in control here. Oh she’ll get what she wants. I have no choice about that and I know it, but I can make her suffer along the way. And someone who is so desperate as she is, will be easy to torment.

 

[Foxy Lady]

Matt is sitting back on his haunches, staring at me. His skill and subtlety took me by surprise. My chest is tight and heaving from the effort to breathe. My body is tensed and my fists clenched in anticipation but he’s stopped. At first I think he is challenging me, telling me that is all I am going to get, daring me to report him to the Accounts Department and maybe even the police. But no, that’s isn’t right. He’s laughing at me, watching me suffer, knowing what effect he has had on me. Arrogant bastard. That’s the price for being good. I don’t believe it, he is actually tormenting me. I’ve forced him to come hear under threat of dismissal and worse and here he is actually teasing me, making me suffer and wait on his pleasure.

Actually, I don’t mind, so long as this doesn’t go on for too long. If I were using my vibrator I’d me rushing to climax and even if I tried to delay I’d always know that I was in control. But with him I can’t be sure when he’ll carry on. Just so long as he doesn’t think he can make me beg for it. No way. No man is that good, not even him.

He’s watching me chewing my lower lip and I’m watching him watching me. My labia are tingling at the memory of his lips sliding along them. Now he’s watching my left hand drift towards my crotch and I’m still watching him watching me. He’s almost laughing, knowing how much I am suffering. Why do I wank with my left hand but use my right for my vibrator? Must think about that, but not know. Thinking about wanking is not good. Thinking about vibrating isn’t good either. Trying to make myself stay calm, resist, hold out until he makes his move. Tempted to pretend to give up and just tell him to get the fuck out, but daren’t risk him actually going.

I close my eyes and just lie back. See if he’ll take the bait. Let him think he is in control, although I still have the upper hand. wish I could see what he is doing. He’s certainly not going to fuck me, because his cock is still dangling. Wonder why that is. He’s too confident to be impotent. Shouldn’t be thinking about cock, thick cock, long cock because I am sure his will be long, shouldn’t get myself-

Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Eyes fly open. Body arches as his tongue laps the full length of my crotch, pressing his tongue hard onto my clit. Oh fuck, oh shit and fuck.

 

[GenderBender]

I hold her for as long as I dare, longer than I thought she would let me, but her reaction shows me the sort of woman she is, the sort of sexual animal I am dealing with. She’s prepared to delay her pleasure, almost savouring the torment that will heighten her eventual experience. Not what I expected. Desperate, certainly, no doubt about that. But determined to enjoy this experience to the maximum. My plan had been to get this over with as quickly as I decently could and get the hell out of here. But now, no, I am going to take my time playing this woman like a violin. It may even do me some good in the office.

For a moment, just a moment, I think I read surrender in her face and expect her to order me – order, not beg, because no way is this woman going to let me get control in that way – to get on with the business in hand, but then she closed her eyes and lay back. Message received and understood: she can wait as long as it takes.

So I drop down again, lapping this time, broad strokes of my tongue from front to back, giving that thumb of a clit some pressure as I pass over it. Back and forth, tasting now her sharp cunt juices that are cutting through the lavender of her soap. I look up, her eyes are still shut, her mouth open, those huge melons vibrating as she chest heaves. Time for another surprise.

Using the tip of my tongue now, pushing gently between her labia, flitting across her hole, stopping just short of that clit. Then, fast, no warning, a change. No more lips, no more tongue, no more soft and gentle. Deploy my teeth. Snap one, one quick bite on the head of her clit. Then eyes up quickly to see her reaction.

 

[Foxy Lady]

Matt’s tonguing my crotch is like the waves coming up the beach. Each long slow glide ends with a tantalising pause over my clit before the long slow retreat. Slow, rhythmic, hypnotising each pass sending a flurry of tingles as he brushes the nerves in my labia.

Inexorably, this slow rhythm has its effect. My breath is coming faster and faster, making my tits vibrate as my chest rises and falls. I restrain myself from fondling them, wishing he would reach up to caress them or pinch my nipples. I’m counting the second until he presses my button again, pushing up to meet his tongue, rubbing and pressing.

This is going to be a long session, no doubt about that. But I don’t mind, just going to lie back and let him take the strain.

Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!

Shit and fuck, what the hell? I shoot upright, pain shooting through my clit, chest tight, fighting for breath. His teeth are clamped onto my clit, pulling at it, gnawing at it. God, is he going to make me cum already, just when I was ready for the long slow build up. Clit feels ready to burst. Buttocks clenching, thighs tighten around his head.

Please, yes, make me cum, right now, blow my mind.

Please, no, not yet, make it last, make it even better.

In the end, I leave it to him. I trust him – goodness knows why given that he is – not to make a fine point here - untrustworthy and a thief. The more he chews the more intense the pain gets, pain on pain, pleasure on pain. I lie back, body braced for his next move - if there’s going to be one.

 

[GenderBender]

I’m working this clit harder than I’ve worked one before. It’s huge, which makes it easier, more like a cock. I gnaw, nip, grate, and drag at it. Pulling hard with my teeth, almost lifting her off the bed. And all to a background of moans and groans as Miriam writhes, the harder I work it, the more she responds. In the end, my jaw is aching and I bathe it in my saliva, soothing the sore flesh.

Time to move on. She hasn’t given me permission, but she didn’t tell me to work her clit, just to eat her out. I’m happy to stay down here, because I’m not getting hard. This woman isn’t turning me on at all, and I’m dreading the moment when I am expected to perform, because I can’t see right now how that will ever happen.

So I part her lips with my fingers and expose her cunt hole, tickling around it with my tongue, gliding across it, teasing her with the possibility that it may move inside. She pushes up into my face, but each time I pull away, building her tension and desperation. Until, finally, I press hard and insert my tongue, forcing in as fast as I can.