BLACKMAIL
I punched the rewind button on the VCR controller and set the picture back to the first scene. There I was smiling shyly for the camera from a seated position on the big bed, a sheet draped over my hips but my bare boobs clearly in focus, the nipples all red and rosy from the light coating of lipstick I had so carefully applied. Then, as I looked up, the right half of the screen was filled with the blurry picture of Roger’s bare hips and ass. A look of surprise appeared on my face and the nipple on my right tit, the one still in view, noticeably firmed up. That wasn’t acting; Roger is really hung and I recalled how that first sight of his firm erection had sent a shiver of anticipation up the inside of my thighs. He stood there several seconds, cut off from view of the camera’s lense from waist up and knees down, his legs separated to allow his dangling balls to swing slightly from side to side. They were out of focus but appeared immense. On the screen, I smiled nervously and leaned back to bring both my breasts into view and allow the sheet to slip away. Annoyingly, Roger’s arm appeared to cover what I thought was a perfect shot of my tits but in compensation, as he moved sideways to kneel on the bed in the space between my knees, the camera was left a perfect shot of my puss, the lips moist and glistening from the generous shot of KY I had applied. As I watched him push down on his firm rod to slip the head up and down between the ruby folds, I placed my hand between my legs and relived the moment.
He was big; bigger than Alvin, bigger than any of the half dozen men I have had but it hadn’t feel much different as he slowly and smoothly slid it all the way in. It just felt good - like the others - as did the three fingers I slid into myself now, while watching the firm member go into me on the screen. I recognized that I had allowed those first delicious minutes go on for more than art required before hooking an ankle behind his knee and rolling us onto our sides so the camera could get a better view of the basic action - my buns and puss framing the underside of Roger’s rosy rod as it slid in and out. With one of my legs straight out on the bed and the other hooked over his hip, he couldn’t get completely immersed so it must have been somewhat uncomfortable for him - but the camera coverage was fantastic.
I smiled when the picture came to the point where I finally took pity on him - and myself - and rolled him onto his back. The camera shots as I straddled him were pretty good too. As I lifted myself up, the full length of his glorious tool was revealed, all slimy and sloppy from the KY and early cum then as I watched myself sit back down and impale myself on the gnarly rod, I began to pant with the memory of it. I recognized the moment I had begun to climax and felt the tremors commence again inside me. In the picture, he rolled me onto my back and began to really pump it to me and I cried out in empathy with the scene.
Feeling as dragged out as I ever have been from actual sex, I turned to my partner in crime beside me and panted. “And did he cough up when you showed him this?”
“As meekly as a lamb. What do you think of this for an initial payoff?” Lazily she extended a delicate arm bearing a broad gold bracelet supporting at least eight quarter caret diamonds. “And how did your hubby respond to the tape of himself with me?”
“Well, next month he’s taking me to Paris for two weeks.” I turned and grinned at her. “And I haven’t decided on my next demand.” After a pause, I had a sudden thought. “If our husbands were to catch us together like this, they’d figure it all out and there’d be hell to pay.”
A laugh from the next chair. “Yeah but the penalties could be interesting.”