V: Blackmail and Pleasure

MY STEPSON’S HARD DRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 5: BLACKMAIL AND PLEASURE

KALEB

Hogan wasn’t going to be home so I didn’t bother about the alcohol breath on me when I went home. All I wanted were my tapes and Sasha said she would help me get them. I don’t know what sort of game she was playing but she’d better have my tapes for me.

I opened the front door and walked in, locking it behind me. The house was unusually quiet so I went further in, calling Sasha’s name.

“Sasha?” I called more as a warning. If she was trying to seduce me, I wanted no place in that. I’d seen her and my dad several times including this morning, it didn’t take binoculars to know they were fucking in his car before he left.

Dad would not be in the car thirty minutes before he told Harry, his driver to come over.

And today, she’d dropped her robe. Sasha was a beautiful woman and if it was up to me, I wouldn’t mind tapping that ass.

However, I didn’t want the complications. ‘Touch not my anointed’, and she was my dad’s anointed. I could do without tapping one fat, Dominican ass if I imagined the ass wasn’t so pretty and inviting.

“Sasha, you better have my drives ready for me when I get there,” I was saying, feeling the cold paint of the house as I walked in. My hands were flat against the wall until I came to the end of the foyer’s passage. The TV playing was showing…me?

The video was a private video of me and one of my college love interests, Eve.

I grabbed the remote off the table and turned off the volume. Sasha was sprawled on the couch, her back thrown against it so that her head was falling to the side as she dozed away.

Beside her were two colorful sex toys. I tried to touch one, it had her juices dried on it. I sniffed it. The smell overrode my senses, like a pack of pheromones released to attack me.

I felt my resolve weaken and crack, still, I accessed my stepmother. I assessed the situation.

She’d seen my tapes and touched herself to them, so she could not report to my dad. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture, then a quick video.

I did some without the TV in sight and a few with it, then I put my phone away. On the table was a bottle of water and a Pack of her sleeping pills.

The bitch knocked herself right off, and then added her pills. Was she stupid? Didn’t she think I’d come home and find her like this?

I tapped her shoulder roughly, calling her name with annoyance. “Sasha, Sasha, Sasha.” Nothing.

I moved her body, her hand fell beside her on the couch. I touched her chest; her breathing stayed steady, slow and soft. I touched more than her chest, her boobs.

She stirred a bit but she was back to the reckless light snoring and I proceeded to touch her nipples. They were calling to me, her tits hanging out of her nightdress.

The woman’s boobs could not fit in my hands, soft and large with a very pointy, structured nipple, I caressed her. She hardened, and I squeezed, feeling my dick jump in my shorts.

I tried to wake her again but there was nothing, so I gave in to the devil and devised a wicked plan.

Sasha had touched what was mine, so I was going to touch what was hers. I pulled her up and onto my arms before I led her to the room that she wanted to keep me locked out of. What an irony.

I scoffed when I was inside their room because I didn't see any kiny material, at least not in sight.

I grabbed all my drives, including the one playing, and kept them aside, then I picked up my camera which I stationed on one side of the bed. It was facing Sasha but hidden tucked away by the closet door so it wasn't obvious.

Her eyes fanned her lashes and her lips stayed still as she sighed. She looked like an Angel, sleeping on her side.

I started running the tape, then I knelt in front of her. I pulled both nipples to my mouth, or at least I tried to. No stirring yet so I went further, biting the gown on one. Sasha’s eyes remained closed but a name rolled off her tongue. “Yes, Hogan. Surprise me,” Sasha barely said. If I wasn’t so close and so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard her.

And when her voice seized, my beating heart returned flooding my ears. It thrummed and thrashed as I moved downward. I wanted to savor the moment, but I couldn’t tell how long it would knock her out.

She took them at night and was awake in the mornings, that’s all I knew but I could not tell when she took these pills so I didn’t waste time.

I moved from the side of the bed I was kneeling on and crossed over to the other side of her body.

Now nothing was blocking the camera’s view of Sasha. I settled behind her. My hands wove to the front as I grabbed her boobs while I freed myself of my boxers. I was so scared I didn’t think I would be able to stick it in until I cum, but I knew this was going to be a really good video. I would love it when I watch it again, it would excite me and maybe I could show it to a few friends, just a glimpse. The guys would lose their minds if they knew I fucked the Victoria's Secret model my old man was married to.

I rode her night dress up until her ass was exposed behind me. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I made a mental note to check the couch later if there was any I had not seen before. I grabbed the lube I’d dropped on her bed and poured it onto my dick’s top. My mind was accelerating with anticipation, my blood rushed to my balls and all I could think about was how good it would feel.

I squeezed her buttocks, spanking them softly. They were round and her skin was fair. I spanked again and again until she turned red. Now she was ready for me. I touched my fingers to her labia, my fingers were cold from the lube I’d applied but when I touched her, she was streaming with hot ready juices. Like I mean enough to roll off my fingers.

“Mama loves to be spanked, huh?” I said to myself like a mad man and then I got to spanking her again.