Thankfully, we made it back home without any more problems with Tara. But every time I saw her, I couldn’t help but think about her kissing me. I went to work as usual on Monday, feeling dizzy. Then I got a text message on my phone.
When I saw it was from Tara, I freaked out. I was worried because I knew she might lie and say I tried to force myself on her. That would make her blackmail even worse, and I really didn’t want that to happen.
When I opened the message, I saw it was a picture. I was shocked to find her in Funto and my bedroom.
She set up the camera while lying on our bed, wearing a black shirt and skirt. She was propped up on her elbows with her legs spread apart, and a red thong was the only thing covering her.
Then another picture came in, showing her in the same position but without her shirt on. My excitement grew when I saw her in just a red bra, showing off her curves.
She looked great in the picture, with her hair falling nicely over her smooth body. Her legs were spread out, looking inviting. Then another picture came through.
She was sitting up with her legs apart, her skirt and thong covering her. Her bra was missing, but she was holding her breasts with her hands, covering her nipples.
Then another picture.
Tara was on her hands and knees, with her back to the phone. Her bottom was fully visible except for a small thong. I could see her large breasts hanging down, but her nipples were still hidden.
As I stared at it, drooling, my phone rang, and I saw it was her calling. I panicked because I was at my desk, and I realized that if anyone glanced over, they might see what I was looking at.
After it stopped ringing, I sent her a text.
Me: I’m at work.
Tara: That’s your business. Better answer me, you know what I can do.
She called again, and this time, I picked up.
“Fine man, how’s work going?” she asked as if everything was normal.
“What is it?” I whispered so no one else could hear.
“That’s not very nice,” Tara said. “Do you want me to show Funto the pictures I took of me with you before you woke up?”
Fuck!
“Don’t. Okay, I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling hopeless.
“Better. Did you like the pictures?” she asked.
“I… I did.” I said, admitting the truth because there was no use in lying anymore.
“Great,” she said, and I could hear her moving around my room. “I’m really horny. When are you done with work?”
“At 5,” I said, keeping it brief so my boss wouldn’t notice I was on my phone.
“Damn, Funto will be back by then,” she said. “Oh, look at this, a nice dildo.”
Dildo? What dildo?
“I didn’t know you both were into this.” Tara chuckled.
I was trying to say that I didn’t, or rather, we don’t… Why did Funto have a dildo?
“Oh,” Tara said, “I think she uses it when you’re not around. It seems like a waste to me, though.”
“Tara, I need to get back to work now.”
“That’s fine,” she said, and I heard her get onto our bed. “You can just listen while I use Funto’s toy and pleasure myself for you.”
“What?!” I exclaimed, louder than I meant to.
“Put on your headphones and stay quiet, but please say something now and then so I know you’re following instructions,” she said.
“Okay,” I said with a sigh.
I put on my headphones, looked at my computer screen, and pretended to work.
“That’s better,” she whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about how big you are and how amazing it feels.”
Her words turned me on
She softly whispered, “I’m just imagining you sliding your big, hard cock deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Tolu, I’m so wet right now. Thinking about you fucking my tight pussy.” Tara told me.
Honestly, I was thinking about it too.
“Are you still there?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered, pretending it was just a regular phone call.
“Good boy,” she said, “I’m using Funto’s big, black dildo on myself right now, but I wish it was your dick instead.”
I couldn’t believe Funto had a dildo, but the idea of watching Tara use it really excited me.
She moaned, “It’s so big, and I’m so tight.”
Without even noticing, I accidentally pressed my wrist against my crotch, which made me feel a bit of pleasure.
“Do you want that, baby? To feel my tight wet pussy wrapped around your big black cock?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, I’m so wet right now, and this dildo is almost all the way in.”
“Do you want to see it?” Tara asked.
I couldn’t keep it in any longer, so I said, “Yes.”
“Come home now,” she said firmly.
I checked the time and saw it was 2 pm, and I had already taken my lunch break. Wait, was I really thinking about it?!
“I can’t,” I said.
“Too bad, I’m sure I’ve made you hard already. Are you imagining me naked on your bed? Maybe even touching myself?” Tara moaned a bit louder.
I said “I am,” not realizing where I was.
“Oh Daddy I’m so full right now,” Tara said, “I’m fucking my pussy for you Daddy, do you like it?”
“Yes,” I said, gently increasing the pressure on my cock.
I wish I could be there.
She put the phone on speaker.
“Wow, this feels so good! I’m fucking myself for you Daddy.”
I pressed a bit harder and had to stop myself from moaning. I could hear the sounds of her pussy as she masturbated.
“Have you ever thought about me when you touched yourself?” She asked.
“Sure!” I said right away.
“Wow, that’s really hot. So you’re not thinking about my sister at all; I’m the one you want,” she said.
“I do,” I said to her.
” “That’s it… fuck yes, daddy! You’re so hot. Fuck me with your big black cock Daddy. Do you want to hear me cum?” She moaned.
“I do.”
“Say it!” Tara begged more urgently.
I checked to see if anyone was nearby.
“I want to hear you cum,” I whispered on the phone.
“Yes… that’s it, I’m about to cum, Daddy.” Tara kept breathing heavily and moaning loudly.
“Cum for me baby,” I whispered to her.
“Oh fucking hell… fuuuuuuucckk I’m cummingg!!!!” She moaned.
The sounds she was making almost made me lose control right at my desk. The last time I saw her cum, she had to hold back, but this time she was moaning loudly.
“Oh my gosh… that felt amazing,” Tara sighed, her voice softening, “I can’t wait to feel your dick inside me for real.”
I didn’t respond to that, but if I were there now, I would’ve fucked her. However, I knew I had to resist it.
“Anyway, I’m just going to put Funto’s toy back in her drawer without even washing it,” Tara said, laughing.
Such a psycho.
“Okay,” I said, just relieved that I didn’t embarrass myself by cumming in my pants.
“Get back to work, but no fucking around. I want to keep all that for myself,” she told me.
“Okay.” I said, actually disappointed.
“Bye.” Tara said and hung up the phone.
I didn’t hear from Tara for a few days after that. I also didn’t masturbate, even though I tried to tell myself I wasn’t going to think about her while doing it.
The real reason was that she told me I couldn’t. She came over one evening just to hang out, and I noticed her checking me out the whole time. Fortunately, I don’t think Funto noticed. When Funto went to the bathroom, I felt nervous as she came over to me.
“I hope you haven’t cum like I told you not to.” She whispered in my ear.
“Please, Tara, we need to stop this,” I begged her.
“Oh no, I haven’t even felt you inside me yet,” she said, reaching down to touch my hard dick through my pants.
“Stop, Tara, please! You can’t do me like this,” I pleaded.
Then she suddenly pulled out her phone and hit play. I was shocked to hear our phone conversation from the other day. It was me telling Tara that I’d been masturbating while thinking of her and that I wanted to see her orgasm.!
Her hand slipped into my jeans and began gently stroking my dick.
“Well, I think that’s all the proof I need!” she said with a smile.
Why does it have to feel so amazing?
Tara whispered in my ear, “I can tell how much you want me. It’s so exciting to me that you’re thinking about me like this.” Her thick lips pressed against my neck and I let out a little moan.
We heard a door open upstairs, so Tara quickly went back to her chair.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked her, feeling my anger rise.
“I like getting things I can’t have,” Tara said casually as she sat down. “It really turns me on to know that you’d prefer me over my sister.”
“I don’t prefer you to her.”
“That’s not what you said on the phone,” Tara said with a giggle.
She knew she had me completely under her control, but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. It really pissed me off ,that she thought she could get anything she wanted.
For the next hour, she kept messing with me while Funto was in the room. Whenever Funto looked away, she would squeeze her chest. Sometimes, she would brush up against me or bend over a little, knowing I could see her.
One time, I saw her bend over and her skirt almost lifted up. When I looked up, I saw Funto glaring at me, clearly angry. This girl was really messing up my life.
Funto finally said, “Oh no,” as she looked in the freezer, “I thought we had some ice cream, but we don’t.”
“Are you kidding?” Tara said with a pout, though I could tell she wasn’t serious.
“Don’t worry, I’ll run to the mall,” Funto said and grabbed her keys, “I won’t be long.”
Oh no, I saw Tara smiling at me, knowing we’d be alone together.
I quickly said, “I’m going to the bathroom,” before Funto left.
I ran up the stairs and locked the door behind me. I heard some footsteps coming from my bedroom while I was hiding in the bathroom.
“Tolu,” Tara said, “Remember, you owe me for the last time.”
I couldn’t explain why, but when I heard the recording of my phone call and realized Tara had everything she needed to blackmail me, it felt like I had nothing left to lose. My anger just bubbled up inside me.”
I opened the door and saw her lying on my bed—the same bed I shared with her sister.
“Come on, put your head right here in Mama’s coochie baby,” she said, as she moved to reveal the black thong she was wearing.
“Actually, no,” I said, feeling my face grow hot with anger.
“I don’t think you realize what I’m capable of,” Tara said. She got up from the bed and walked over to me in a slow, enticing manner. “I still don’t understand why you’re resisting…”
Her words trailed off as my hand instinctively reached up and grabbed her throat. I could see how surprised she was when I held her close. I wasn’t hurting her, but I wanted her to feel that I was stronger than she was.
She whispered, staring at me, “What are you going to do?”
“You fucking slut.” I grunted.
I was so angry and didn’t know how to let it out, so I suddenly grabbed her by the throat and kissed her. For a few seconds, I kissed her roughly while holding her tightly until she put her hands on my shoulder and softly pushed me away.
“You know you love it,” she said.
“Fuck you!” I shouted and kissed her forcefully.
Her hands clung to my back and her nails dug in. I held her tightly by wrapping my arms around her neck. I put my tongue in her mouth, and she immediately pushed back. When she reached down for my belt and pushed her throat back she fell back, flat onto the bed.
Is that what you want?” I asked, pulling my belt myself.
She said, looking up at me with a youthful, innocent expression, “I want you to eat my coochie, like a good boy.”
I needed to assert myself and show dominance. I unfastened my jeans, pulled them down, and revealed my erect penis.
“What are you planning to do? Try to take advantage of me, a helpless innocent girl?” Tara whispered, though she slightly spread her legs and adjusted her skirt.”You’d just say I did it anyway,” I told her and then got onto my knees on the bed, “I might as well get to feel that whore cunt of yours.”
I held her legs and pushed them apart more, even though I knew it might hurt a bit.
“You bastard,” she pouted out, “I said eat my pussy, not fuck me.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted at her.
I lowered myself down and supported my body with my hands on either side of her head. I could feel her chest rising and falling as she gazed into my eyes.
“You don’t have the balls,” she whispered, “you’re not ma…”
I silenced her by gripping her throat and pushing her down onto the bed. I moved her wet underwear aside and didn’t look before entering her completely.
“Fuuucck!” She managed to groan through my choking.
Oh fuck was she tight! Her pussy was like the perfect glove, built just for my cock. So young, underused and wet.
“You like that, slut?” I asked her as I thrust into her.
“You’re the one,” Tara said weakly, “who raping your fiancé’s baby sister.”
That was it. She was going to get what she deserved. I lifted her up and grabbed her firmly, making sure I was as deep as possible. Then, I started fucking her hard.
“This is what you want, you little whore.” I moaned as her pussy clenched around my dick repeatedly, “You want me to fuck you like the piece of shit that you are, don’t you?”
My dick kept moving in and out of her wet pussy.
“You jerk!” Tara moaned, “Take it out.”
I held her ankles up and pushed myself in deeper.
“Fuuuckk yees!” Tara moaned beneath me.
“That’s it you fucking whore, take this dick!” I groaned as I thrust in and out of her.
Tara’s hands went around my back, and I felt her hold onto me.
“Fuuckkkkk!” Tara moaned, “This is so good!”
“I’m sure that little boyfriend of yours can’t fuck you like this?” I moaned.
When I said that, I felt Tara’s nails dig into my back, making me let out a small groan of pain.
“Don’t you dare stop you bastard!” Tara panted out.
This wasn’t the regular sensual sex or lovemaking, it had no care or affection involved; it was the angriest fuck I ever had, and I planned to unleash all my anger. I pulled down her top, making her breasts visible except for her bra. All of a sudden, I felt her nails digging into my back and it really hurt.
I never said you could do that.” she complained.
I thrust deeper and harder into her, causing her to moan loudly.
“Why are you such a bitch?” I moaned as I fucked her harder and harder. As much as I hated her, her pussy felt amazing around my dick.
I could feel her legs tremble with every movement. I didn’t even notice, but I had nearly folded her in half with her legs over my shoulders.
“You know you love this pussy,” Tara moaned, digging her nails into me, “you naughty perv.”
“You’re a sick bitch,” I said and then came her nails painfully in my back.
“You bitch!” I yelled and then forcefully kissed her again.
We kissed intensely as I fucked her on my bed, our tongues tangling together. Then Tara would bite my lip, mixing a bit of pain with the pleasure
“That’s it, keep going,” she whispered into my mouth.
At last, I had her asking for it, and I finally felt in control. I pulled my dick out of her and saw the look of disappointment on her face. I didn’t say anything; I just turned her over, lifted her up to her knees, and resumed what we were doing.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” She moaned.
I wasn’t interested in pleasing her; I just wanted to punish her.
SPANK!
I slapped her ass pretty hard.
SPANK!
Again I struck her, feeling a great sense of pleasure.
SPANK!
“Ooooh fuck!” She grunted.
“You’re such a dirty slut.” I said as I thrust deeper and deeper into her.
Then I felt her pushing against me. So, I grabbed her thick, long hair and pulled her back hard, making her scream.
“Is this what you wanted?” I said, moaning.
Even as I kept going, I could feel her tightening around me. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing yourself on me,” she said, breathing heavily.
“You wanted this, bitch,” I yelled, pushing her head down again.
I pressed her face against the bed as I fucked her. My balls slapped against her clit every time and I kept spanking her as hard as I could.
She shifted her body so I slipped out of her. Before I could react, Tara quickly pushed me onto my back and got on top of me, lowering herself onto me.
“That’s it, Daddy,” she said as she moved back and forth.
I looked at her and was really impressed. She was very attractive.
For a minute I let go of my anger as I watched her ride me. Until I felt her nails dig into my neck painfully..
“You cheating bastard.” She moaned loudly.
That made me really angry again. I grabbed her by the throat and held on tight, but it only made her more determined. She rode me quickly and forcefully, almost completely pulling away and then coming back down hard.
“Oh shit… oh fuck…” She gasped through the choking.
I could tell she was getting really close to cumming. Her pussy was tightening, and she was moaning more loudly. Her pupils began to dilate, and then…
“I fucking hate you!!!” She screamed out.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. With the last bit of strength I could mutter, I pushed her over on her back again and fucked her vigorously.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” She panted as I fucked her.
My own moans got louder, and she probably knew I was about to cum.
“No no no, don’t cum inside me,” she said, breathing heavily. “Pull out.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted and kept fucking her harder and harder.
“No… don’t… stop… oh no!” she moaned.
And then it hit me.
I let out a loud groan as I began to cum inside her. I didn’t care about what she said; I was going to do what I wanted.
“Yoou basstarrdd!” She moaned.
My breathing slowed down as I finished inside her. She looked really tired and just lay back, struggling to catch her breath. I pulled out of her and got my first proper look at her pussy,beautiful and dripping of my cum.
“Go freshen up, Funto will be back soon,” I said and then I walked out of the room.
I checked myself in the mirror to see if I looked okay. Thankfully, my neck wasn’t bruised from her nails digging in, but my back still hurt where she had scratched me.
I was in the kitchen having a glass of Maltina and Peak milk when Tara walked in slowly. She was limping a little, and I heard her cough a few times.
“You just had to cum inside me.” She groaned.
“Shut the fuck up.” I snapped at her.
We sat quietly until Funto returned, and we both pretended nothing had happened. Then she left. I went to the bedroom before Funto to check that there were no obvious signs of anything sexual. Then she joined me, and we both fell into a deep sleep.
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It’s been a week since I was with Tara, and I’m starting to feel really guilty. Not just for cheating on Funto, but also because I feel bad about how I treated Tara. I was much rougher with her than I’ve ever been before. I don’t know what got into me. Despite everything she put me through, I still felt awful.
I just hoped that now that we had done what she wanted, she would let it go. She got what she wanted, and I was hoping things could end without anyone getting hurt. I was so clueless.
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I was about to leave work and had just gotten into my car when I received a text. My heart started racing when I saw it was from Tara.
Tara: Come over to my place right now
I sighed, knowing Funto would be home late too, so I decided to go and see her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hard the whole time.
When she let me in, I could tell something was different about her.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” Tara said abruptly.
“What?” I asked. She wasn’t dressed provocatively, and this wasn’t what I expected at all.
“I told you not to fucking cum inside me!” Tara screamed.
I suddenly understood something really clearly, and it felt like a wake-up call.
“You’re not pregnant, are you?” I asked her. I didn’t even think to check if she was using birth control.
Tara asked with her arms crossed and her foot tapping, “What? No, please.”
Thank god!
“.…but Ayo wanted to have sex with me, and I forgot to take care of it. He saw that I had been with someone else and knew I was cheating on him, so he broke up with me.” Tara said.
I could tell she was really angry, but it felt like a special dose of karma to me.
“Tara, what were you hoping would happen?” I asked as I prepared to leave.
“Where do you think you are going?” She asked.
“Home, Tara” I replied.
“Oh no,” Tara said with a wicked smile when I looked at her. “This just means I have all the time in the world to have that dick.”
“Come on, Tara,” I said with a sigh, “Isn’t it enough that Ayo found out?”
“Oh no,” she said, walking over to me. “Now, I can have your cock anytime and anywhere. If you ever refuse me, I’ll tell everyone that you raped me.”
“I didn’t do that,” I said, even though I was a bit scared.
“I took pictures of the bruises on my neck, and I have our messages and recordings,” she said. “I don’t care. You’re my plaything now, so get on your fucking knees and put that mouth to good use.”
“Tara,” I said quietly, realizing just how serious she was.
“Tolu, get on your fucking knees.” She shouted.
As I looked at her, I knew this wasn’t over yet.
Written by Sixtie9ine
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