She collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto her back next to me. My pelvis was wet from her orgasm. Meanwhile she spread her legs wide and plunger her fingers into her pussy, feeling my cum inside her.
She lay there panting as we came down from our first round.
She looked at me shyly. “I understand if you want to leave now that you have cum.”
I scowled, a bit confused. “Do you want me to leave, I would love to stay. I don’t need to be home until the morning.”
“Really, you want to spend the night with me???” she asked incredulously.
“Is that okay?”
She pulled me to her. “Yes!” she kissed me and held me tight to her soft body.
After a moment of quietness, she asked. “So your wife really doesn’t mind?”
“No, we have a bit of a different relationship. But one of the things is I get one night a week where I can play. She spends that time with our girl friends. But the best part is she knows everything I do. It’s really a chance for me to have fun and push the limits.”
“Mmmmm, fuck baby. I am glad you are gonna spend tonight with me… but I would love to know some of the naughty things you have gotten to do!”
I contemplated. Should I admit to her some of my wildest encounters.
She could tell I was holding back. “Baby, tell me. I wanna know…” she teased.
I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered about my encounters with young pussy. We were alone, but it just felt like it was such a secret I shouldn’t say it out loud.
She gasped. “Oh my gosh, you are a …” and then she uttered the awful word that so many people used to vilify my behavior.
I backed away, annoyed to hear that word.
She pulled me back to her. “Nooo, I am sorry baby for saying that. Really! I don’t think that is a bad thing. But, am I too old for you?”
I shook my head. “No! I love variety!”
She giggled. “Like a big fat girl like me.” she teased, trying to recover for upsetting me.
She pulled me close, “but now I don’t feel so bad about what I almost did a couple of months ago.”
“What was that?” I asked.
“Can you keep a secret?” she replied.
“Well, I might tell my wife, but otherwise yes.”
“Promise? Because this is embarrassing.”
I nodded.
Andrea hesitated “Please don’t judge…”
She propped up on one elbow. “There is a girl at work — her name is Cami — and, we have been I guess friends for awhile now. Or work friends or whatever. She is a bit older than me… probably in her late 30s or maybe her 40s. She has been doing veterinary work for longer than me and has been a mentor to me a work. She is a big girl, like me. She is always complaining about not finding a man, but I know at one time she had a guy because she has a daughter. But I sometimes think she loves her job more than her daughter. She would always work longer, volunteer for extra appointments, etc.
Well like one day, I start complaining about men… sorry, it was before I met you. Anyway, she like just smiled and said she didn’t think she needed men anymore. I was a bit confused, but she wouldn’t offer up anything.
Then a week or later, we both are onsite at one of the big farms and going about our business checking on all the horses and stuff. I am about done with all the ones I was looking at and I go to find her. I walk up and down, the barn but can’t find her. But then I hear noise from the one wing, where I remembered they kept this one prized horse. It’s this big male that people pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to have him sire offspring with. The owners don’t like anyone around him, and we aren’t supposed to attend him without the owner present. I guess he is too valuable.
Anyway, I make my way over to that end of the barn, and then I see it. There is Cami, on her knees next to the horse. He is all lathered up, glistening, his nostrils are flaring, and there is his big ol’ thing just out there in all it’s glory. Cami has got her hands on his thing and is just jerking him.
I will be honest, I just stood there. I know you will think this is weird but it was arousing. It wasn’t all scientific like when you have the horse do it into the sleeve like they normally do to collect it’s semen. I didn’t say anything… I just watched her. She just kept tugging and the horses eyes are bulging and then he snorts and just begins spewing his huge load all over the ground.”
Andrea paused a moment and ran her fingers against her wet pussy. “Although I think you may have just put a bigger load inside me. ” she teased with a wink before continuing.
“Anyway, as its spewing it’s load I watch her catch some in her hand, and then I watch her shove that hand down in her pants and touch herself. She started to get up from her knees, and I turned and snuck out of there. I couldn’t look at her the whole ride back to the office. I just kept thinking about what I saw. The more I thought about it, the more I contemplated things… wondering just how far such activities could go. But luckily I met you before I put any of those thoughts into action.”
Andrea blushed heavily as she divulged these secret about such perverted thoughts.
I calmed her. “Well, I am glad you didn’t. That would have ruined a perfectly good pussy. But don’t worry, I get that sometimes weird stuff turns us on. It would be interesting to watch — kind of like a train wreck — but I am glad I came to your rescue.”
She kissed me. “I am glad you aren’t disgusted by me watching or considering it. But, I guess we both now know some of our naughty kinks. Just don’t use mine to blackmail me.”
We kissed again, our tongues intertwining. Then she suddenly pushed away.
“That’s it. Blackmail! Her daughter!” she exclaimed.
She saw the look of confusion at the outburst.
She laughed, “Sorry, yeah I know that made no sense. If I can get video evidence of her admitting it or even doing it, we can blackmail her.”
Andrea fairly bounced with excitement at the idea she was cooking in her head. “Remember, I told you she is so in love with her job — more than her daughter. What if I can blackmail her, and her daughter will be the payoff?”
“Like payoff how?” I asked.
She bit her lip and blushed. “Like her daughter could be ours… ”
“Oh God babe, your friend isn’t ever gonna turn her daughter out like that.”
She hopped off the bed and I watched her round ass jiggling across the room. She went over and picked up her laptop and brought it back to the bed. I could see my cum drizzling down her leg.
She popped open the laptop and typed away. “Oh. that little… baby get dressed. She scheduled some BS followup at the farm THIS afternoon. I bet she faked some of her reports so she had a reason to go back out there!”
She retrieved her jeans and slid them up over her thick thighs without bothering with her panties. She then threw on her sweater — again eschewing her bra.
She tossed me my clothes, “Hurry up babe.”
I got dressed, not really sure how this was going to go. We quickly put on our shoes and she excitedly led the way down the stairs towards her car. I watched her unbound tits bounced on each step down.
We soon were on our way. I could tell Andrea was giddy with excitement because in her head she had it all lined up how it would go.
After a short drive we arrived at the sprawling horse farm. She parked and motioned for me to follow her. We encountered a couple of stable hands as we entered the barn. They recognized Andrea but seemed a bit surprised she was there again. Andrea made it seem like Cami had asked for assistance and they seemed satisfied with that. The barn smelled of hay, old wood, and of course the general smell of horses and their byproducts.
Andrea made her way to the stall of the horse Cami was supposedly here to see. As expected, she wasn’t there. Cami quietly preceded to the end of the barn, where there was a large doorway. We quietly slipped through, closing it behind us. Now we were in a smaller separate wing of stalls. I could hear the shuffling sounds of a pawing horse. With her phone in one hand, she put her other finger over her lips. She crept quietly to the stall. Andrea stopped me and pointed.
I peered over the wall, and there was Cami. She may have weighed less than Andreas, but she didn’t carry herself nearly as well. She was positioned precariously under the chocolate-colored stud, inches from it’s heavy hooves. Her shirt was unbuttoned, showing a large set of pale and veiny nude tits and a large soft belly. The front of her jeans were also unbuttoned. Her right hand was shoved into her panties as she sized up the situation in front of her.
Andrea held up her phone and pressed record on her camera app. It made a beep sound, but Cami was so lost in the moment she appeared not to hear it. The horse snorted and pranced as it’s enormous member dropped downward. Cami pulled her hand from her pants and I saw it was wet with her juices.
She grasped the purplish-black organ in both hands and began to stroke the full length of it. The horse stamped it’s front hooves and shook it’s head. We watched the obscene sight as Andrea continued to record it all on her phone. Cami was blissfully unaware of us watching. She continued to stroke.
I noticed Andrea quietly squirming as she recorded. I realized that she was getting turned on by the odd sight.
Then we watched in shock as Cami brought the entire thing to her mouth. She tried her best to suck it but couldn’t get more than the head in. I saw Andrea zoom in on that damning evidence. The horse bucked it’s haunches and practically choked Cami’s throat. She seemed to realize she wasn’t quite ready to handle the girth of it and went back to simply stroking.
Cami spit on the pipe-like member, and worked it roughly between both hands. It appeared she had done this more than the two times we now knew of, as she worked without hesitation. It didn’t take long for the horse though, with his eyes bulging, he snorted and he kicked his front hooves narrowly missing hitting Cami. Then a flood of liquid blasted her face, platinum blonde hair, and tits.
“Oh geeze you just ruined my shirt.” Cami scolded the horse. She reluctantly got to her feet and went around to the front of the horse. “You need to calm down big boy. I want to put you inside me, but you are just being too rough. Don’t you want that? Yeah, I bet you do…” she said nuzzling against the horse.
Andrea stopped recording, and nodded to me. She stood up straight and stepped forward. Cami’s already pale face whitened further when she saw us. She fumbled to close her shirt and wipe the mess from her cheek.
“Wow, Cami, now I know why you always want to take care of this one!” Andrea exclaimed.
“It isn’t what you think!” Cami protested as she glanced stressfullly from Andrea to myself.
“Really, because I got it all on video.” Andrea replied confidently as she held up her phone.
“Why?? How much??” Cami questioned.
“I got it all on video. If you give me what I want, then I won’t turn this in to both work and the owner of the farm.” Andrea bargained.
“What, what… what do you want to make this go away?” Cami pleaded.
“You aren’t going to like it.” Andrea assured her.
“What is it? I will do anything, just don’t ruin my job.”
Andrea turned and smirked at me as if to say “I told you so!”
She then turned back to Cami and simply said “Bethany”.
Cami looked confused, “Bethany? MY daughter? What about her?”
“That is what I want, you to give her to me.”
Cami looked shocked and horrified. “I can’t do that! She is my daughter.”
Andrea shrugged. “It is up to you. But you have until five o’clock tonight to deliver her to me or I send this video to our boss!”
Cami protested but Andrea wasn’t hearing any of it. “It is your choice. Come on babe, let’s go.” she instructed me as she turned to leave.
She confidently strutted from the barn, seemingly victorious. But once she got in the car she took a deep breath. “Did I do okay baby?” she asked.
I nodded. “I think you did good, but there is no way she chooses her job over her daughter.”
She shrugged, “You don’t know Cami, she is really into her job. But regardless, she is screwed in a no-win situation.”
Andrea was definitely right about that. She had backed Cami into a corner. I just hoped Cami didn’t fight back like a trapped animal would.
We headed back to Andrea’s apartment to await Cami’s response.
While we waited, she straightened up her apartment. We chatted while she hung up clothes. She tried to understand why my wife would let me have such sexual freedom. But she made it clear that she wasn’t complaining as it was benefiting her.
She asked several times if I minded her weight, seemingly not believing that I didn’t mind at all.
Finally, her phone chimed with a Snapchat alert. She practically dove to grab her phone and found a message from Cami. She was asking if there was any alternatives.
Andrea simply responded with cold, blunt “No.”
Cami bargained “Fine, one night with her and you delete the video afterwards.”
Andrea saw leverage and was not backing down. “No, I don’t think you understand. You are giving me Bethany FOREVER. And, no I will hold onto that video as my insurance policy.”
There were several minutes before we received a response. “I thought we were friends, why would you want to ruin my life?”
“We are friends, but you have something I want and you don’t pay attention to, so give her to me. Now tick tock, stop wasting time. Make a decision before I send this video to our boss, the farm, some members of the VMB.” Andrea replied.
“Please don’t send it! You will ruin my career and my life.” Cami begged.
“Then, I expect her on my doorstep at 5pm…” Andrea responded. I could sense she was getting excited by having this control.
“Don’t even think about blackmailing me like this.” I warned her.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t. I am only blackmailing her BECAUSE of you. I so want to make you happy.” she promised.
Time ticked by with no further response until just 10 minutes remained. Just when it looked like Cami’s career would be ruined by the explicit video of her and that stallion, a new message arrived. “I hate you for doing this. I can’t win. If I say no, you ruin my career. If I say yes, I lose my daughter and still have you hanging the video over my head.”
Andrea shook her head, seemingly annoyed with her friend. “So, you want me to send that video?”
Immediately there was a response. “NO!!! I am downstairs with Bethany. I can’t believe it, but you won.”
Andrea practically shrieked with excitement. “Oh my God!” She bolted from her seat. I never imagined a girl her size could move so quickly. She made a beeline for the door, leaving it partly ajar in her hasty exit. I remained in the apartment.
It wasn’t long before I heard plodding up the stairs, and Andrea pushed open the door. She let Bethany step in first and quickly followed behind, locking the door behind her.
Bethany was a slightly chubby girl. She had blonde hair and fair skin like her mother, but unlike her mother’s plain features she was quite cute. Her eyes were puffy from tears as I guessed she had probably struggled to understand why her mother was giving her up. She was wearing denim shorts and a red hoodie. She held a backpack in one hand. It overflowed with clothes and other items Cami had undoubtedly shoved in the bag.
“Did your mother explain you belong to me now and I am your mommy now?”
Bethany sniffled and nodded, looking over me.
“I guess you can call me Daddy.” I told her. I never would ever cross the line at home, but having these other girls calling me Daddy had a whole other meaning.
Again Bethany sullenly nodded.
“Are you hungry? Do you like spaghetti?” Andrea asked as she stepped to the kitchen.
Yet again, Bethany nodded.
I sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to me. Bethany let her backpack drop to the floor and made her way to the couch with reluctant obedience. She sat next to me and I pulled her young body close. She immediately began to sob.
“Shhhh, it will be okay.” I reassured her quietly. “Do you want to go home?”
Andrea scowled at me from where she stood preparing dinner. “If she goes home, she has to know her family’s life is ruined. I will email that video.”
“I don’t want to go back to her! She gave me up!” Bethany spat angrily.
Andrea looked relieved to hear this. I held Bethany and just let her cry out her anger and resentment towards her mother’s decision. She didn’t know that Andrea had left Bethany with no good choices.
I watched as Andrea soon scooped heaping portions of spaghetti onto plates and let us know dinner was served. We huddled around the small table which was really meant for two. We teased Bethany about her emptying half of the jar of grated parmesan cheese on top of her pasta sauce. She finally broke a bit of a smile.
After I had ate as much as I could, I sat back and watched as Andrea cleared her plate completely. The girl could definitely put away some food. Little Bethany somehow almost kept up.
When Bethany got up to use the restroom, Andrea collected the dishes. She turned to me as she put the last dishes in the dishwasher. “I am going to let you lead baby. Show me what to do.”
In a few moments, little Bethany emerged from the bathroom and feeling more at ease looked around the apartment. “Your apartment is so much happier than mine. Mom never spent time to decorate…. She never really had time for anything except her stupid animals.”
“Well, forget that old life, you are here now, where you will get more attention than you probably will want.” I assured her.
“Yes, Daddy won’t be here often but when he is, all his attention will be on us.” Andrea said playfully. I got her double entendre, but of course it sailed right over little Bethany’s head.
Bethany suddenly swiveled her head around. “Oh, I just saw there is only one bedroom. Where will I sleep?”
“You can sleep with mommy and daddy.” I replied.
“Oooh, like a sleepover… fun!” she said excitedly as she came over and plopped down on the couch next to me. She looked at me inquisitively “Daddy, how come you don’t live here with mommy all the time? By the way, I like calling you Daddy. I have never had one before.”
I hugged her chubby body close. “… and I like you calling me Daddy. But I don’t live here all the time, because I have another family. Mommy and I are just together to have fun.”
“Fun? Like you play video games together?” she asked.
“No, honey a much more grown up kind of fun.”
She giggled and blushed. “Do you mean S. E. X.?” she spelled out in a whisper.
“Yes, you know about that?”
“No, not really. Last year, some girls in my class tried to explain it. I don’t think they really knew either. They just were going off what they heard their big sister talking about. I don’t really understand.”
“That’s okay. But you were right, I meant S. E. X.” I replied, copying her cute wording. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her berry-scented shampoo. She looked up at me innocently and smiled.
Andrea joined us in the living area and suggested we play a board game. Bethany eagerly agreed, pleased by the attention she was getting from her new “parents.”
Andrea looked at her bookshelf where just a few games were stored. “Clue or Monopoly?” she surveyed.
“Monopoly!” Bethany excitedly shouted.
I shook my head. “How about we start with Clue and then we can up the stakes in Monopoly.”