The Seduction

I took her arm and moved her away from the door. Her body was trembling as she considered the repercussions if I decided to give Michael a look at the photos. I felt a warm rush of adrenaline, realizing the power I now had over my beautiful older neighbor.

"I think it's pretty simple, Mrs. Jones," I replied calmly. "I have something you don't want your hubby to see and you have something I have waited all my adolescent years for."

I began to lead her farther into the livingroom, directing her toward the stairs...

"And from that little show that you and Michael gave the other night, I believe you may need this as well."

Her fear increased as my intentions became clear. She must have knowm how totally vulnerable she was. Considering her marriage... and career...and reputation...

"Just cooperate and everything will be okay..."
 
Amy

I was lost, and suddenly very frightened. What could he do to me, make me do too? I shivered a little, my heart racing fiercly in my chest.
"How long Owen? How many times do I have to agree with you and what you want? I want a set contract, not a life long torment until you tire of me!" I moved up the stairs, not realling thinking about where I was going, but how would I get out of this one alive and dignity still intact?!
He pushed me into his room and shut the door, the resounding thud made me feel like this was my final scene in life and I was doomed from here on out. I quickly glanced around his room, It looked simple enough. A bed, I gulped down on that thought, a computer, dresser and footlocker.
I shook a little, back to meeting his eyes. He would force me if I didn't go along with this, I could see it hovering in his eyes. He wanted this, and nothing was going to stop him. That look said it all, and I bowed my head.
Whispering barely able to be heard I asked, "What do you want from me Owen?" I knew what it was, but I wanted him to state it loud and clear.. Was this his first time?
"Are you a virgin?" I had to know what to expect.
 
"You just can't help being a fucking lawyer, can you ?" I asked, slamming my door behind me.

"A contract ???" I laughed.

"If you haven't noticed Mrs. District Attorney, I seem to have all of the cards here."

Her question rang loudly in my ears. Anger rising quickly to the surface.

"SHUT UP !!! Just SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!"

I stared...dagger eyes digging deeply into hers...carving down into her soul.

"Now you do as you are told......"

Back to the closed door, blocking her exit, I took a deep breath and spoke...

"Okay....take your blouse off....slowly...."
 
Amy

Never one to be bossed around stood firmly. "No"
I said it simply and firmly. He had no right demanding anything from me in that threatening manner.
"You answer my question and I will remove something..." I was bargaining here with someone who could blow at any minute, not to mention I wasn't wearing much.
"How long? Then the shirt comes off.." I waited, hesistant he would lose his cool and hurt me. Backing up a little, I wanted time before he pounced on me.
I was shaking beyond words, fearful and yet still hotter than hell at his show of dominance.
 
Her combativeness was really starting to piss me off. I stared back at her and walked quickly to my computer. I have a bad habit of leaving the damned thing on and in this case I worked to my advantage.

"Okay...let's see...."

I began typing.....

And then...

"There are 120 Michael Jone's in the area, so I guess they will all have to receive my little gift...."

I opened each photo so that she could clearly see them...

"Which should I send first ???"
 
Amy

I lunged forward, gripping his arm. "NO! Please dont! Ok you won.. you won dammit!" I trembled as I slipped the shirt off of my body. Panting between anger and hurt that he would resort to such low tactics to get his way.
The shirt was peeled off of my wet frame and dropped on the floor. I stood with my head down, I did not want to look into his eyes while doing this. I vowed I would not enjoy it either, nor would I fight him.
"Now what do you want me to do Owen?" i grasped at straws to keep calm and not lose my temper with him. I was a lawyer dammit, a successful one too! I am not going to lose it all for this one fuck up.
I drew in a shakey breath and looked up at him. Hopeful he would turn from that computer and come towards me instead.
 
My heart leapt when I heard her words of surrender, but I stood motionless, not allowing her to read my excitement.

I watched from the corner of my eye as she peeled her wet t-shirt off of her body and over her head. My heart raced..blood pumping feverishly into my swollen penis.

Turning slightly, I studied her...

"Look at me !! " I commanded.

"Look at me and take off your bra..."

I reached accross my desk and grabbed my digital camera. My mind working the plan over and over...

The more she complies...the more dirt I have on her...
 
Amy

Detaching myself from the situation at hand, I looked square over his shoulder and unhooked my bra between my heaving breasts. Letting it drop off of my arms to join the equally soaked shirt at my feet. I kept my face impassive, hinting at nothing and giving away nothing. My eyes burned with hatred, but a mixture of desire at the same time.
A weakness I did not like at all, hated that fact he made me weak and trembly. Hated the fact I wanted to feel him eagerly touching me once again. I hid those thoughts away from him in my eyes and stayed perfectly still.
"Alright, what else do you want Owen?"
 
As she stood before me, I raised the camera and snapped a few photos. Her beautiful round breasts sagging only slightly were sensational, even though her expression was less than enthusiastic.

"Now the shorts..."

I watched her from the viewfinder...trying to capture one of the sporadic moments when her look of indifference was slightly transformed into something else...something deeper...

Unconsciously, my hand reached down and slipped inside of my shorts.. removing it. As I began snapping photo's I slowly began stroking my long hard prick... A habit that obviously dies very hard...

"That's it Mrs. Jones, show me that nice pussy of yours."
 
Amy

I slipped down the shorts, biting back a complaint as I did. Slowly they peeled down to reveal my shaved pussy mound and bare lips. I had left of panties earlier this morning and now regretted it almost imediately.
I kicked them off, biting back the groan of desire that desperately wanted to be uttered. I stood bare, looking up at him. His hand stroking his cock woke something inside me. A primal need of some sort that just begged me to kneel and take it into my mouth. I refused to cave in, I would not let him win over me. I was mature, smarter and could find a way out of this. I just needed a window of opportunity of somekind.
I flushed, hot and eager to see him, but unwilling to let him know what I wanted.
I fought hard between the urge to mate like a wild animal and the urge to run to safety I had known for so long..
 
As she slipped her shorts down her long thin legs, I snapped photo after photo. My hand continued to move up and down my hard cock...wanting to take her...to fuck her, but needing something more....Loving the control.

As she stepped out of the small pair of shorts, I moved forward...approaching my obedient older neighbor.

"Okay Mrs. Jones....now I'm gonna need something a little bit special...."

As I stood before her, I released my cock and placed both hands on her shoulders...

"You're gonna kneel down.....and take my cock into your mouth..."

Gently I began to apply pressure...pushing her down...wanting to feel her warm mouth on my hard cock....

"That's it..."
 
Amy

I couldn't believe what he was asking of me!? I felt a tremor down deep as he pressed me to my knees. What to do now? I was at a loss here, give in or fight and get ruined.
I went down to my knees and my eyes buldged a little. That was a very thick and long cock! I was supposed to fit this into my mouth and suck on it?
I felt an ache down deep to do just that, and a sick thought he would never let me go if I did do it. Should I do it half assed? Maybe he wouldn't want it if I did? Or he would blackmail me worse!
I reached out, taking his cock into my hand and stroking it slowly as I bent forward and lapped the head with my tongue. Swirling it around then lightly raking my teeth over the plump head. I felt him tremble and heard him moan. Guess he was a new comer to blow jobs?
I parted my lips and took the head inside, suckling gently between flicking my tongue over the hole in the top. My lips locked a little tighter around the huge prick and i slid a little lower, not sure what he wanted exactly, I just did a combination of things to get him wetter.
 
I couldn't believe what was happening. Mrs. Jones, kneeling naked before me...now slowly taking my hard prick into her mouth.

The sensation of her soft, moist lips sliding over my swollen cockhead was fantastic. Her experienced tongue flicking over the surface, her experienced mouth sucking gently made me tremble.

Placing one hand on the back of her head, I urged her to take more. Wanting to feel her lips sliding down my shaft, engulfing my full length was the only thought on my mind.

As she knelt before me, I studied her image, loving the vision of this older, professional woman completely under my control. I felt a rush of excitement, thinking what a favorable position I had put myself in. Knowing deep down inside that she wanted me as much as I did her.

The urge to take her over to my bed and fuck her brains out was overwhelming, but somehow I stayed in control and pulled her head forward, pushing my hard cock forward to slide deeper into her willing mouth...
 
Amy

I closed my eyes, not wanting to pay attention this. Urges were taking hold and setting roots down in my mind.
Lust, pure and simple lustful thoughts kept filling my mind. Moaning softly, unaware I had done so, I pulled him deeper into my throat. My hand continued to move over him, stroking the full length of him as I pulled off. My throat opening up and taking him deep down until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair.
I felt him throbbing in my throat, expanding ready to explode any moment. I increased my efforts. Once I got him off, I could go. Haven't seen a male dump his load in my throat before and get hard again for hours.
So plan set in my mind, I went up and down on him like a hooker making a shitload of money for this one blow job. My tongue swirled and danced over the head, lapping up his precum as my throat massaged his thick head. My tongue danced over the underside of his cock as I increased suction and pulled off.
 
The sensation of her mouth working my cock was driving me crazy. Watching her taking me...sucking my prick...deep throating it was incredible.

I began to sense an orgasm approaching... distant at first, but coming steadily. Not wanting to cum too quickly, I grasped her by the hair and forced her to slow her pace.

"Nice and slow, Mrs. Jones....," I whispered. "Suck it nice and slow."

I saw movement from the corner of my eye and noticed Mr. Jones in his driveway, obviously looking for his wife. Wouldn't he be surprised if he knew that she was in my room sucking my cock ? I sort of giggled to myself thinking about him...so proud, so arrogant....no clue that his wife had my dick in her mouth. God that made it even more exciting...

I looked back down at my obedient older lover, scanning down her back to that hot ass...long legs...dainty, small bare feet...

"Mmmmmmm," I moan. "You like giving head, don't you ?"

I pull her head back, removing her mouth from my penis, waiting for a reply...
 
Amy

Attempting to slow down, nearly growling with anger, he was so fucking close!
Damn him!
I looked up into his eyes as he pulled me by my hair from his prick. Precum made my lips shiney and my tongue snaked out to lick it clean.
"Yes Owen.. I love sucking cock.. Very much.." It came out as a purr a very noticable purr of desire. This little shit was making me horney as hell.
I tensed hearing Micheal call my name, my eyes flashing to the window and then to Owen. I held my breath a moment until I heard the door shut and knew Micheal was back inside the house once again.
"Going to let me suck your cock and taste your cum owen? Or are you going to tease me all damned night?"
 
Mrs. Jones' voice quivered as she spoke.

"Yes Owen.. I love sucking cock.. Very much.."

Kneeling before me, she looked so vulnerable; something I knew she was unaccustomed to. In her position of power, she was the one that was usually in control; but somehow I had managed to turn the tables. This older woman was mine... maybe just for today; but I was not going to let her gain the upper hand.

Again she spoke, sexual excitement filling her voice as she again tried to take charge.

"Going to let me suck your cock and taste your cum owen? Or are you going to tease me all damned night?"

I pulled her head back farther, my fingers tightening down on the large handfull of hair, forcing her to look up at me. I stared into her eyes for a moment, enjoying the powerful sexual tension that was building. And then I spoke...very quietly...emphasizing every word...

"No Mrs. Jones," I said in a voice barely audible. "I have other plans."

Pulling up on her hair, she had no choice but to rise to her feet. Pushing her forward, I walked her to my bed and pushed her face down onto the mattress. With her feet still touching the floor, she was bent at the waist, her small ass sticking up high.

"From what I saw the other night, I think you might like what I have in mind."
 
Amy

He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, My protest dying on my lips as I was pushed across the room and bent over the bed. I felt him move up behind me and my pulse jumped wildly in my chest.
"This is sooooo wrong Owen.. We've got to stop this!" I had to think of something, he couldn't just have a go at me. Hell My husband couldn't have children, so I wasn't protected any at all.
"Owen stop right now! I can get pregnant this isn't wise at all.." I felt his hand tense in my hair a moment, was he thinking about what I said? Dear god I hoped so! How could I explain a baby!? Hell I didn't even know if I was at the right time or not. Too many risks.
 
Pregnant !!! Fuck !!!

My mind, lost in a state of confused sexual desire reeled for a moment. I tried to think straight, to make the "right" choice, but I was in no condition to reason things out. Here was my sexy older neighbor, bent over my bed with her bare ass sticking up and I'm supposed to make an intelligent decision ?

Pressing her head firmly into the mattress, I slid my other hand up the back of her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. Moving higher I continue, finding her small ass and fondling it for a moment.

Her muffled protests are falling ineffectively on my deaf ears, as I lift my hand up and bring it down with a loud "C..R..A..C..K" on her asscheek. She lets out a cry which is also muffled by the material of the mattress. Again, I raise my hand and again bring it down against her skin, the sound echoing loudly in my small room...

"I think it would be in your best interest to shut the fuck up and spread those hot legs of yours, Mrs. Jones..."

"That is unless you want me to give it to you straight up your little ass..."
 
Amy

I yelped as his hand connected with my upturned ass. That stung like a bitch! Wiggling a little, I pressed against the bed and lifted myself up a little.
Saying nothing, I spread my legs slightly and blushed furiously red with shame. This was so wrong, but damned if I wasn't excited by all of this.
"Go ahead then Owen, fuck me!" I knew I was pressing his buttons, about to tip the scale by feeding his ego and his anger, but fuck it. The sooner he was done, the sooner I would get out of here and think about all of this.
I was twisting a little, my ass still stung but I was horny as hell also. I spread further and placed one knee on the bed.
"Go on Owen, fuck me silly.." I quietly demanded more from him.
 
My right hand now wraps around to the front of her body, following her flat slomach down between her legs. My fingers explore, looking for 'the spot' and begin parting her moist pussy lips. Moving up and down her slick lips, I find her clitoris and slowly begin circling it's sensitive surface.

Still pressing her head firmly into the mattress, I move forward and feel my cockhead also touching her warm moist cunt lips. Taking my hand away from her clitoris for only a second, I grasp my penis and line it up to her slick opening.

My fingers return to her nub, barely touching it...circling...teasing...

I feel her hips rotate as she tries to impale herself with my large pole. Pushing against her, I feel her pussy begin to open, as my large round cockhead begins to stretch her.

With a large handful of her hair, I pull her head back.

"I'll stop right now if you want me to.......it's your choice."
 
Amy

Moaning with pleasure, my hips moved as he teased my clit into a harder larger nub. Whimpering, I felt him line himself up, ready to sink into my firey depths.
Did I want him to stop? I could not think about that at the moment. It felt too good to stop now!
He grabbed a handful of my hair, and as if he had read my mind he asked me if I wanted him to stop. Wiggling around a little, I could feel his engourged cock head barely inside my parted lips. I felt the heat and wetness from my own pussy saturating his cock head in welcoming.
"N-No! Dont stop!" I panted out, rocking and rotating my hips, trying to take him inside me. God he was large! Larger than my husband by far, and I wanted it. Sinful as that was, it was the truth.
"Please Owen? God, please just fuck me!" I whimpered again, trying to get closer to that lust filled cock.
 
Pushing forward, I begin to slowly slide my thick cock into her slick pussy. Her cuntlips strain to accomodate me...stretching against my invading tool. She pushes back against my hard member, groaning with a combination of lust and pain...wanting to feel my penis inside of her hungry womb.

And then....pop......

My head breaks through her tight opening and begins to slide deep inside of her warm moist hole. Thrusting forward, I bury 3/4 of my length into her, a long throaty moan escaping from her mouth.

"That's it Mrs. Jones...take it.....", I whisper again pushing forward and slipping deeper inside.
 
Amy

He was nearly unbareable in size and girth as he pushed into my cunt. I was so close to losing it, but I was certain he plugged me up too tightly to ever cum!
Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, trying to block out what I was doing with him, and who he was. This was wrong, morally wrong but my cunt was thirsty for more. I have never been so wet in my life!
And from this young man!? I was astounded, and ready for more...That is until he shoved against my womb. Groaning, I tried to pull back and move away from him. He was pushing in too far!
"Owen! S-stop!" I gasped out, my hands tears at his sheets, trying to pull up. He gripped my hips in his hands, his eyes deadset looking and his mouth pressed firmly tight.
He wasn't going to stop!? He shoved further, rotating his hips and grinding his cock against my g-spot, making me crave it more and more.
"Ooooh FUCK!!!" I spread further, as far as I could and arched my back, hoping my cunt would make room. I felt him push in deeper, where no man had gone before.
"That's it Mrs Jones.. Take it.." I heard him utter, his eyes closed as well now as he filled me.
Tensed up, body shaking from the pleasure and pain combination, I lifted up and pushed back. Amazingly the heat spread and the horniness built up.
"You like fucking my older cunt owen?" This nasty streak rearing it's head now.
"You going to fill me full of your cum?" Never had these words went past my lips, until now.
 
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