🖤 Turning the Tables on a Blackmailer - Part 1

Who was he? What was he?

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The sound of an envelope dropping on the floor startled him and made him look up from the book he was enjoying. That was strange… The mail wasn’t usually delivered until later in the afternoon.

He got up and walked across the room to the front door. A plain white envelope was lying on the wooden floor under the mail slot. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. Well, this was becoming even stranger. It was completely blank. No address. No stamp.

He yanked the door open and peered outside. But, there was no one in sight. Whoever had delivered it had made a quick exit.

Roman tore the envelope open to find a simple typewritten letter inside.

“I know what you are. I’m sure the police would be very interested in you, too. There’s no need to involve them, if you give me what I want. Leave a bag with $20,000 in locker 347 at the Hemsworth subway station. The code 8234 is good for 12 more hours. I think you’ll agree the price for my silence is reasonable, and I know you can afford it. If you try something stupid or harm comes to me, a detailed email will automatically be sent to the police. Only I can stop that from happening. It’s a pleasure doing business with you!”

What the fuck? He thought he’d been so careful in this city. But someone must have seen something, and now his secret was out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Time for a trip to the bank…

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He slid the black bag into the locker and pushed it shut. Turning and looking around the busy station, he didn’t notice anyone watching him. But then again, he hadn’t expected he would. In fact, he was certain someone was watching him, so he knew he needed to leave.

He exited the station and went down the street to a nearby park to wait on a bench. A few people strolled by in the dark without giving him a glance. He preferred it that way. The more he was ignored and blended in, the better. But, it had been long enough, and it was time to return to the locker.

He entered the code to open the door and, sure enough, the bag was gone. Closing it again, he leaned down and sniffed the handle. Oh yes, the scent was still strong. If he hurried, he could still find the trail.

He waited until he reached the dark street before he began moving at a speed that would make people suspicious of what he was. Stopping occasionally to sniff the night air when the trail became confusing, he eventually found his way into an older neighborhood with brick apartment buildings.

There. That was the one. He slipped inside and explored the building floor by floor until he found a door handle that reeked of the person’s fresh scent. They must still be inside.

He walked down the hallway to the window at the end, and slipped outside and onto the fire escape. A narrow ledge that ran around the side of the building would have posed a danger for anyone but him. But, it felt like a sidewalk to his sure feet and his strong hands gripped the bricks to pull his body firmly against them as he slid around the corner.

He soon found what must be the right window with a soft light glowing behind the sheer curtains. Sliding the tips of powerful fingers under the edge, he slowly forced the window open so he could climb inside.

“Stop right there, you fucker.”

He froze and slowly turned around. She had a gun pointing at his midsection and a smug smile on her face.

“Good to see you again, Roman.”

He raised his hands and smiled back at her. “You know, there are better ways to get in touch with a guy. Have you tried email?”

She grunted. “MmHmm. You think you would have answered me? We both know that isn’t true. I had to get your attention, so I’d say this worked out pretty well.”

He squinted at her. “I guess if you think blackmail and robbery fit your definition of ‘working out well.’ So, what happens now? You know you can’t kill me.”

She laughed. “I have no intention of keeping your damn money. I don’t need it. And I don’t want you dead, either. I have something else in mind.”

He sighed with exasperation. “What in the hell do you want from me, then? This is beyond ridiculous.”

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She placed the gun on the table behind her and slowly walked closer to him. With her eyes fixed on his face, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’ll tell you what. Fuck me better than you did last time, and I’ll stop that email from going out to the police. That part was very real. Do we have a deal?”

The corner of his mouth twisted in a small smile. “So, this is a booty call. You are one twisted bitch. But, you’re in luck. I’ve always had a thing for crazy ones.”

He reached down and ripped her blouse open, pulling it off, and tossing it to the floor. With a slight pinch and twist, he snapped the front of her bra and slid it off her arms, letting it drop. He cupped her heavy breasts, his thumbs brushing and teasing her stiffening nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes.

Placing his strong hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down in front of him. She looked up into his eyes as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them slide down his muscular legs to the floor. She reached up and pulled his underwear down, which released his thick, swelling cock. It sprung up into the air between them.

She locked eyes with him as her hand encircled him and slowly began stroking. She rubbed the swollen head against her wet lips, which parted slightly to let the tip of her tongue taste it. Swirling around the head and sliding her parted lips down the full length of his shaft, he moaned and closed his eyes. She had always known exactly how to suck his cock like no other woman ever had.

She kept stroking him and returned to the head to tease him some more before taking him into her hot mouth. He whispered, “Fuck…” as she began to gently suckle him. Little popping sucks with her tongue swirling around and around.

He wove his fingers into her long hair and pulled her hard against him, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth and the thick head down her throat. She choked a little but started sucking him harder, letting him fuck her mouth. He began thrusting his hips forward, pumping his thick shaft in and out of her mouth, and deeper down her throat.

She groaned and took him all the way. He could feel her throat swallowing his cock, which pushed him over the edge. Fucking her mouth harder and faster, he felt the familiar white-hot pressure building deep inside his groin.

He knew she wanted this. She was always hungry for it. An electrical spark raced up and down his spine as he exploded. Hot cum spurted into her mouth, pumping over and over until it ran out of her mouth, across her bottom lip, and dripped down onto her jiggling breasts below. It had been so long that his load was massive.

She choked and gulped, making wet noises that drove him insane. She kept sucking and sucking, beyond what he could stand. He jerked back and let his cum-covered cock slip out of her hungry mouth. She was pleased with herself, knowing she gave him something no other woman ever had before or would again.

“Damn you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. I hope you’re happy about that.”

She smiled and licked the cum from her lips. “Poor cursed baby. I can’t believe you have to put up with me sucking and fucking you. Other men would kill for this chance. Well… you know they have.”

He reached down and effortlessly lifted her into the air and off her feet. Pulling her close, he looked into her eyes. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

He reached down and ripped her skirt off with one swift motion. His other hand slid between her legs and found her soaking wet. She moaned as he slid his fingers inside her, teasing her swollen clit.

He lifted her higher and gently slid her down onto his waiting cock, still aching hard and slippery with her juices and his sperm. He let gravity do its work and bring her down until his cock was fully buried inside her hot pussy.

“Ready for this?”

She smiled and nodded…

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