Awakening: 7 Slutty Blackmail Tasks

As she hung up, I said one more time, "Sorry."

"Stop that," she said, looking at her panties she had tossed on the floor but were now on the pillow, before adding, "I know you have needs too."

"I'll buy you a new brush," I said, hoping to distract her from the fact I had used her panties to come and thankful she hadn't mentioned anything about what she must have heard.

She laughed, "Please do," as she hugged me again before heading out.

I stood there until I heard the front door close again before I shook my head, grabbed my panties and headed out of her room... God, I was letting my submissive nature and obedience to a blackmailer take control of my life and risking not only my career, but my family.

I likely couldn't get out of the blackmailing... he had too much on me.

But I could at least control my libido.

Angry at myself for my weakness, I went and had a bath, determined to regain my life beginning... beginning three days from now!

I was watching the new 'One Day at a Time', Donald on his PS4 downstairs and Charlotte getting ready to go out for the night, when I got a text from Big Rosie.

Instantly, I got excited.

I read it:

Hungry Slut

If you want some more pussy and to be used as a submissive lesbian plaything I have a friend who has requested an obedient plaything for the evening. You would go to her office downtown and serve her as she wishes. Discretion is assured, but understand she is very demanding. If interested respond in five minutes before I offer this opportunity to someone else.

PS: I gave you first right of refusal as I think you are just beginning to discover your inner submissive side.

Big R

As was becoming the usual, wetness leaked out of my pussy.

As was also becoming the usual, I let my lust make my decision for me, not even hesitating about the risk to my career or my moral code.

Miss Rosie

I would love to.

Sub Lauren

I got up and went into my room, knowing the pajamas I had put on after my bath wouldn't be good enough.

I was choosing an outfit when Big Rosie responded with a time, 9PM, and an address. She also added that I should tell the security guard at the front desk I was there for Ms. Martinez. I responded I would be there at the time expected and thanked her for the opportunity.

I was rolling a pair of blue thigh highs on my legs, otherwise wearing only my bra and panties when Charlotte walked into my room.

"Oh, sorry," she apologized, looking at me surprised.

"Um, what can I do for you, honey?" I said, she having seen me in my bra and panties before... not to mention the massive oops of earlier today.

"I was hoping to borrow a pair of your heels," she said.

"Oh, yes, go ahead," I pointed to the closet.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I have a date," I said, which wasn't a lie.

"With who?" she asked.

"It's a blind date," I answered.

"Who is setting you up?" she asked, looking curious.

"Jill," I lied.

"The thigh highs are a nice touch," she acknowledged.

"I prefer them over pantyhose," I admitted, which was true since I started wearing them. They made me feel sexier and more confident. I added, "I think they are sexier."

"That they are," she agreed, as she looked at me wearing only lingerie.

"You're welcome to wear them anytime you want," I offered, which was weird. Why was I inviting my daughter to wear my lingerie?

"Thanks Mom," she said, "I may do that." She went and grabbed a pair of heels, gave me a hug and added, "Now don't you do anything I wouldn't do."

I laughed, thinking of all I had witnessed her doing, "I'll keep that in mind."

She left and I finished getting dressed, switching outfits three times, including thigh highs from black to blue before I was finally happy with what I had chosen. The dress I wore was very revealing, one we had bought in Europe many years ago and I had never worn, since it was way too revealing for a teacher. I also decided to go without panties or a bra.

I looked like someone going to a bar to get laid.

I did my make-up and headed downstairs and was about to walk out the door when Donald startled me.

"Mom, where are you going?"

I froze. Shit, I had assumed he wouldn't leave his room as usual didn't when he was online playing some shooting game with his nerd friends.

"Um, I have a date," I said, not turning around, which would show him my rather revealing dress that displayed way too much of my breasts.

"Oh, okay," he said, before adding, "you look very nice, Mom."

I couldn't hide from him any longer without acting really suspicious, so I turned around and said, "Thanks, honey."

His eyes went wide when he saw what I was wearing.

He literally couldn't speak. He stared at me not as a son, but as a horny, awkward nerd checking out a hot woman.

I felt good at the power I had over a younger man, even if he was my son.

I asked, "Is it too much?"

"It's very nice," he gulped, even as he looked down and likely noticed that the top of my lace top thigh highs were in view as the dress was too short before his gaze continued down to my feet.

"Thank you, honey," I said, moving in and giving him a hug.

A hug that informed me his penis was rock hard as it pressed against my thigh.

I couldn't help but smile.

I had never considered my son in a sexual way, just like I hadn't my daughter before earlier today, but suddenly I saw my son as a youthful 18-year-old with a hard cock and likely an intense libido. I felt his cock flinch against my leg three times... as if giving me a deliberate signal I was making him horny. I even considered joking he should look after that thing, but I didn't.

I gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek and headed out, oddly flattered that I had turned on my son. As I drove, I couldn't help but wonder if he was a virgin. He had no girlfriend. He was pretty nerdy, but decent looking.

I also wondered if he ever fantasized about fucking me.

If Literotica told me anything, it is that most boys fantasize about fucking their mother. In truth, I would be insulted if he hadn't.

I also wondered if he had a big cock.

It had felt pretty big pulsing against my thigh.

If Literotica was correct there were two truths: all black cocks were huge cunt tearing missiles, and all nerds were secretly hiding impressive cocks.

As I pondered this, my cunt got wet and some wetness leaked out of me and onto my car seat.

Fuck, I was turning into a sick pervert.

I arrived fifteen minutes early.

I waited for ten minutes, feeling so weird to be waiting in my car for sex.

Not just sex, but lesbian sex.

Not just lesbian sex, but lesbian sex with a stranger.

Not just lesbian sex with a stranger, but lesbian sex with a stranger where I was there to be a complete submissive plaything.

Plaything... God, that word turned me on.

I got out of the car, walked into the building and up to the front desk which was manned by a uniformed guard.

I said, "I'm here to see Ms. Martinez."

He looked up at me, smiled and said, "Forty-third floor."

"Which office?" I asked.

He chuckled, "She has the entire floor."

"Oh," I nodded, suspecting he knew exactly why I was here. I likely wasn't the first women sent to serve her.

"The elevator is over there," he said, going back to his phone.

"Thank you," I said, feeling my cheeks burn with shame at the fact he knew I was a lesbian slut for some high-powered woman.

I went to the elevator, pressed Up and waited.

It opened instantly and I walked inside and discovered forty-three was the top floor. Like most days this week, polar opposite emotions coursed through me. Yet, as always, my lust overrode my alleged common sense.

When the elevator reached the floor, the doors opened and I walked out.

Ms. Martinez must be a lawyer for the most elite firm in the city, if not the country.

To my surprise, even though it was mid-evening there was a woman at the front desk. I whispered sheepishly, "I'm here to see Ms. Martinez."

"Last office on the left," she pointed, looking me over, obviously also knowing why I was here.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, even though she was much younger than me, and then I headed down the hallway.

Reaching the last office, the door was slightly ajar and I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in," a woman's voice said.

I walked in and saw a pretty woman sitting at a desk. I was slightly disappointed she wasn't black. Yet that was quickly pushed away by three words. Each its own sentence:

"Knees."

"Crawl."

"Desk."

This woman was efficient with her words and her actions as she simply pointed underneath the desk while I lowered myself to the floor.

I didn't say a word to her as she kept working, reading a big booklet at the moment.

I crawled up to her desk, seeing her legs part silently like the opening of the final portal into a sex club.

I crawled straight ahead and under the desk and between her spread legs, noticing she too was in thigh highs and she too was not wearing any underwear.

The assumptions of this woman that I would just obey were ludicrous and yet that was exactly what I was doing.

Her pussy was shaved clean except for a patch above.

I extended my tongue and licked.

"Slowly," she ordered, another one-word sentence and instruction.

So for at least fifteen minutes, maybe more, I licked her pussy, exploring every inch of it.

I listened to her soft moans.

I savoured her sweet nectar.

I explored her pussy like I was preparing to draw a map of it.

I teased her clit.

I parted her lips.

I poked her hole with my tongue.

She then lifted her legs up onto the desk, rolling her chair up so my face was plastered in her cunt and ordered, for the first time using more than a single word, although not many more, "Lick my asshole."

That was not something I had ever done before, nor anything I had fantasized about, yet I pulled her ass cheeks apart and swirled my tongue around her puckered hole. It was a little dark under the desk so it wasn't easy to see clearly, but to my surprise the task, although humiliating by the nature of it, was actually exciting. Her hole was tight, with just a hint of tangy sweat that was different from the taste of her cunt.

I must have licked her butt hole for five minutes before she ordered, "Now get me off!"

Music to my ears! I buried my face in her cunt and started licking quickly as her moans increased.

Suddenly, a female voice startled me and had me freezing mid-lick.

"I am done with the filing, Ms. Martinez."

"Did I tell you to stop?" Ms. Martinez rebuked me.

"Sorry, ma'am," I apologized, resuming licking even though I assumed the secretary was behind me and able to see my feet beneath the desk.

As I resumed licking, Ms. Martinez, asked, "The Jones file is ready for me?"

"Yes, ready and on Mrs. Appleton's desk," she answered, as I licked.

"You may go, or if you wish you can have this slut eat you out after she is done with me," Ms. Martinez offered.

My eyes went wide at being offered like I was some piece of meat, yet it was equally exciting to be perceived as just a pleasure vessel for other people to use as casually as they pleased.

"No thank you, auntie," the girl said, "I need to get home."

"Okay, bye," Ms. Martinez replied.

"Good night," the niece said and then left.

"Now fucking eat my cunt," Ms. Martinez ordered, as she grabbed the back of my head and held me deep in her oasis of wetness.

I hungrily licked her cunt for a couple more minutes, barely able to get any oxygen until she let out an oddly quiet moan and my face was coated with her fluids.

I licked her pussy cum until she pushed me away and said, as she crossed her legs, "Suck on my toes."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, as I repositioned myself under the big desk to get off my knees and suck on her nylon-clad toes.

She then began to talk, assumedly on her phone, "Hi, is the meeting planned?"

And I don't know how long I sucked on her toes. At least fifteen minutes on each foot, taking each toe between my lips, kissing and licking the soles of her feet until she had me lay on my back and she placed both her feet on my face as if I were a stool.

I then kissed and licked and smelt her feet for a few more minutes while she talked to at least four people on the phone.

It was humiliating.

It was exhilarating.

I was dripping with anticipation.

Then with my back sore, she asked, "Want to get fucked?"

"God, yes," I answered, the hour plus of licking her pussy and worshipping her feet and being used as nothing more than a submissive to this stranger had my cunt on fire.

"Crawl over to the middle of the floor," she ordered, and she got out of her dress as I obeyed the order.

She kept her bra on as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a strap-on cock.

She put it on and walked over to me and ordered, "Get out of your fucking dress."

I quickly obeyed, discarding my dress.

"No bra or panties," she smiled. "You really did come here as a slut."

"I am here to obey," I said.

"Married?" she asked, as she slid the cock in my open mouth.

When she pulled it out I admitted, "Divorced."

"Kids?"

"Two."

"Any daughters?" she asked, as she slid the cock back in my mouth and face fucked me for a moment.

"One," I answered, when she pulled the saliva dripping cock out of my mouth.

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

"is she a submissive slut too?"

"To her boyfriend," I admitted.

"She would likely be for me too," she told me, as she pushed me roughly to the floor.

"I imagine so," I said, thinking she may indeed as I did know she ate cunt, too.

I was suddenly on all fours, like some bitch in heat, which wasn't far from the truth.

She moved behind me and pushed my head and chest into the carpet as she warned, "I fuck hard."

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered, just at being manhandled, not even realizing I was using the word 'Mistress' until I had.

"You really are a submissive slut, aren't you?" she asked, as she rubbed the cock up and down my pussy lips.

"I obey without hesitation, Mistress," I replied, this time using the term 'Mistress' on purpose. This was all me. I wasn't being blackmailed. I had chosen to come here. I was choosing to stay.

"You're so wet," she pointed out.

"Serving you got my cunt sopping wet, Mistress," I answered, dying to have her fuck me hard.

"Beg," she ordered, teasing me relentlessly with that cock between my lips, but not going in.

"Please fuck your slut's cunt with that cock and use me as you wish," I begged, desperate to have that cock deep inside me.

"I may have to add you to my regulars," she mused as she slid the cock in me.

"Yes," I moaned loudly as the cock filled my needy cunt.

"To the cock in your cunt or being one of my regulars?" she questioned, as she held me in place on the floor and began bucking her hips, making the cock go deep as fuck in me.

"Oh fuck, yes, pound me," I begged and moaned as she roughly fucked me.

"Would you let me fuck your daughter too?" she asked, fucking me harder than I ever recalled getting fucked.

"Yes," I blindly agreed.

"Yes, what?" she asked, without slowing down her rough deep drilling, as I began to worry I may get rug burns on my face and tits, so I lifted myself off the carpet.

"Yes, I'd love for you to fuck my daughter," I admitted, meaning it, so close to coming.

That's when my phone rang.

The ring tone told me who it was. For some reason I needed to let her know this as I explained, "It's my daughter."

"Delicious," she said, before ordering, pulling out of me, "answer it."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, remaining on all fours, crawling to my purse and answering it on the third ring. "Hi, honey."

I turned around to see Ms. Martinez, whose first name I realized I had no idea of, point to the desk. I obeyed nervously, standing up and leaning against it as my daughter said, "Hi, can you come pick me up?"

"What's wrong?" I asked, as I bent over the desk, knowing I was about to get fucked willingly while talking to my daughter.

"We all had too much to drink and the party is getting out of hand," she said, just as the plastic cock slid inside of me.

"Oooooooh," I moaned, uncontrollably.

"You okay, Mom?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, trying to control my sounds as Ms. Martinez slammed into me.

"Take it all, slut." Ms. Martinez ordered, my fear that she might talk now coming true.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"Oh," I moaned again, the hard fucking really making me unable to control the sounds of pleasure escaping from my lips. "Nothing, just some people talking."

"Oh right, you're on a date," she said.

"Yes, I am," I agreed, this being a rather unorthodox date for sure, my orgasm building regardless of the fact I was talking to my daughter.

"I forgot, I'll call a taxi to pick us up," she said.

"Okay," I moaned, trying desperately to hide the truth.

"Do you want to come, slut?" Ms. Martinez asked, stopping deep inside me, just as my daughter asked a question of her own.

"Is the date going well?" my daughter asked, her tone implying she'd heard.

"Yes," I answered to them both.

Suddenly she laughed, clearly realizing what was happening, "Sounds like it's going really well."

"Keep taking my cock, my slutty little lez," Ms. Martinez said, louder, making certain my daughter would hear.

"You're with a woman?" she asked, this time surprised.

"Oh, God," I moaned loudly, my orgasm about to erupt. I then said, "I've got to go, honey," as I dropped my phone.

"Think your daughter knew you were a submissive lesbian?" Ms. Martinez asked.

"She does now," I moaned, praying I'd hit the hang-up button before I dropped it... or that she'd hung up.

"I bet it's like mother, like daughter," she said, fucking me so hard the desk moved.

"Oh God, I'm going to come," I declared.

"Scream your daughter's name when you come, slut," she ordered.

Seconds later, I did just that as I screamed, "Yes, Charlotte, Mommy is a submissive cunt licking, strap-on taking slut and I'm fucking CUMMING!"

She fucked me throughout my orgasm before ordering, "Get on the floor, slut."

I weakly collapsed to the carpet and laid on my back, my body still trembling.

She went back to her desk before returning with a strange contraption and put it on my head. Suddenly I had a strap with a dildo on it covering my mouth.

She then straddled my face and dropped her cunt on the dildo and began riding.

I just lay there as her cunt bounced on my face... getting the ultimate closeup of a woman fucking herself.