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Owned by a Young Stud - Blackmail - Part 3
Jenny smiled at the other parents as she jogged back into gymnastics practice. She could still feel the dried cum residue on her cheek, regardless of her efforts to rub it lose in the car. She turned to see practice finishing up, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She sped back across town after sucking off Mike, running a couple lights in the process, and just made it in time. Jenny saw Elizabeth look her way, and she waved at her daughter, feeling a spike of shame for how she’s acted over the last hour.
Jenny’s phone buzzed, and she saw the video that Mike had taken of her earlier. And, below it, his message.
“I’m looking forward to sharing you with my friends.”
Jenny had no response for him.
Back home, Jenny tried to get back into a normal rhythm with her day. Dinner was made, and she spent some quality time with her husband and her daughter. But she kept her phone close, just in case.
Obviously, she told herself, the only reason she was waiting and was so eager to please Mike was because he would be able to ruin her life. But a part of her knew that wasn’t true. Ever since their first meetup, she had felt a need to be owned by this young college guy. And the fact that there was nothing she could do to get out of his control just made it even more exciting.
And she had to wait all the way up until bedtime to hear back from Mike. Just as she was climbing under the covers next to Nate, who was already almost asleep, her phone buzzed.
“So, what does your schedule look like tomorrow?” he asked.
“Heading to the park with family in the morning. In the afternoon, I am more free, though I need to cook and eat dinner around 4-7.”
She had to wait for his response. Her pussy seemed to grow wet with anticipation. And his response made Jenny freeze. Her mouth went dry.
“We are having a party tomorrow night. I want you to be the after-party entertainment for myself and my roommates. I will have an outfit for you to wear here. I expect you at the backdoor promptly at midnight.”
Jenny sat in bed, stunned. Thoughts were racing through her head. But she felt herself typing back.
“I will be there.”
And she felt like a dirty, obedient slut.
Sunday morning, Jenny could not focus on anything. Her mind kept drifting to the text that Mike had sent her last night, and the possible things she could be asked to do or wear for him and his friends. She nearly burned dinner, and Nate had asked her multiple times if there was something wrong.
But soon enough, bedtime rolled around for Elizabeth. Jenny put her to bed, then headed up herself to the master bedroom. Nate was already getting ready for bed himself - he would have to be up early for work. So Jenny took the time to look through her underwear drawer, picking out a small lacy thong and the matching black bra for tonight.
She put them on, and put her oversize t-shirt and sweatpants on over them, looking ready for bed. And, soon enough, they were in bed together, and Nate was softly snoring. Jenny looked at her phone about every five minutes. 11:15. 11:23. 11:28. 11:31. 11:32.
Finally, she knew there was nothing else to do but head over and face whatever Mike would subject her to.
Jenny slowly got out of bed, wincing as the mattress groaned with the movement. She walked slowly down the stairs, grabbing her makeup bag and a black nightdress that she carefully set aside before bed. She took some time in the downstairs bathroom, putting on her makeup and making sure she looked presentable.
She glanced down at her phone. 11:57. Fuck.
She left her makeup and pajamas out, telling herself she would remember to put it away when she got back. And she grabbed a pair of black block heels and her phone. She left out the back door, closing it quietly, and ran toward Mike’s house. She checked her phone as she reached the back door. 11:59.
Jenny bent over and began to put her shoes on. As she stood back up, the door opened and Mike was standing there. There was beer on his breath, but he seemed relatively sober.
“It’s good to see you again Jenny. I was worried you were going to chicken out. I had a nice text ready to send to your husband, just in case.”
“Well,” she said, stepping inside, not wanting to be caught outside too late at night by any other neighbors. “There’s no need for that. I’m here.”
Mike closed the door, and pinned her against it, kissing her deeply. “Good girl.”
His hand slid up her nightdress, and it lightly began to rub against her pussy.
“Well, well, well. Someone is already wet. It may be easier to get you to do this than I thought.”
Mike grabbed Jenny by the hand and pulled her back to his room. Inside, Jenny froze as she saw the outfit laid out on his bed. On the unmade bed was a skimpy french maid outfit. It was one piece, but the frilled skirt looked as though it would barely cover the top of her ass. There were thigh high sheer black stockings and a pair of stiletto heels - though how he got her size, she had no idea.
Mike smiled at her. “Tonight you will be serving beer, snacks, and whatever my roommates and I want to us. You are expected to wear the outfit the entire night. And once you finish up, I want you to come back to my room and tidy it up for me. You will be allowed to go home at 2 am. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Jenny replied. She looked down at her feet.
Mike stepped forward and grabbed her chin, her gaze up to his.
“You will address me and my roommates as ‘Sir’, for the night. And we will address you as maid. Do not mess up anything, or you will be punished.”
“Yes Sir,” Jenny said.
“Good maid,” Mike said, releasing her chin. “Now, get dressed, then bring out four beers.”
Mike left the room, leaving Jenny alone. But she felt just as helpless. Obediently, she began to change. As she expected, the outfit was quite tight, and barely covered the top of her ass. It also showed so much of her tits that she had to take off the bra, else she thought she would get in trouble.
Jenny struggled to walk as she left Mike’s room. The heels were at least 4 inches tall, and she was not used to walking in them. She made her way to the kitchen, and could see Mike and his friends sitting in the living area, playing some video game together. She reached the fridge and used it to support herself as she pulled the door open, nearly stumbling in the heels. She pulled out four beer cans, closed the door, and with a deep breath, headed into the living area.
Jenny could feel their gaze on her as she made her way from the kitchen toward the living area. There was a large couch and a couple chairs where Mike and his friends sat. They were two were dressed in jeans and button downs. One had on a polo. And Mike sat in the recliner with jeans and a t shirt. He smiled at Jenny as she made her way to him first, offering him a beer silently.
“Good maid,” he said, looking her up and down. “Now give the rest to my friends and ask if they need anything else.”
Jenny nodded silently, and Mike paused the game to turn her way. “What was that, maid?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jenny said, feeling her face flush.
She went to the other guys, giving them each a beer and asking if they needed anything else. The last guy - the big football player that she saw last time she was over - smirked at her. “Yeah, you can suck my cock as I wipe the floor with these losers.”
Jenny looked over at Mike for confirmation, and he nodded.
She obediently fell down to her knees and began to unbutton his jeans. “Oh shit,” he said, as the game started again. “I’m going to fuck you guys up while she’s sucking me off.”
“Shut up, Bo,” one of the other guys said. “I’m gunna fuck her later until she forgets about your tiny cock.”
The guys continued talking, but Jenny focused her attention on the cock that was in front of her. She pulled his jeans down slightly - as much as she could with him seated the way he was. And she pulled out his cock and began stroking it.
It was smaller than she anticipated, based on his size. But if it was proportionate to his body, it would have had to have been a 10 inch monster, and Jenny was thankful it was a more manageable size.
She adjusted her position, kneeling in front of him and letting him rest his controller on her back as she placed her lips on his cock. Jenny needed her arms to keep herself steady, so she relied on her lips and tongue to pleasure Bo.
She bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking on his cock. She felt one of his hands move from his controller to the back of her head, pushing her further and further down his length.
“Does this bitch deepthroat?” Bo asked.
“Why, is she not good enough as is?” Mike shot back.
“No, no she’s doing great. I just want to know how rough I can be.”
Mike laughed. “She’s mine. There’s nothing she can do about that now. You can be as rough as you want to be.”
Jenny felt Bo’s hand return to the back of her head, and she opened her throat to take him deeper. Like a good, obedient slut.
“Mmmm - fuck yeah,” Bo moaned out, Jenny deeper and deeper down onto his cock.
He held her there, moaning, as Jenny struggled for air. Finally, he removed his hand from the back of her head, and she popped up, drooling over his cock and panting for breath. She saw stars as she took a couple deep breaths, and she looked up at Bo with lust in her eyes. Her pussy had never been this wet.
“Do it again. me with your cock, Sir,” Jenny said. She returned her lips to his cock, and she felt his hand on the back of her head.
Again, she was down on his cock. He began to fuck Jenny’s throat.
“Mmmm. Oh fuck she’s good.” Bo said.
He held Jenny down again, her. She saw stars again, and felt his cock spasm. Bo shot his warm cum deep down her throat. After he finished, he released the back of her head, and Jenny pushed herself up, gasping. She saw stars again, and slowly her vision began to return. As it did, she looked up at Bo, who was smiling down at her.
“Wow - she is a good slut. Took my whole fucking load down her throat.”
Mike laughed. “As long as you don’t her with your cock, you can have her anytime you want.”
Once she regained her breath, Jenny stood back up. She looked at the clock - 12:32. And she smiled. The night was just getting started.
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