The Home Maker – Part 3 (Blackmail For Sex)

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This story of blackmail is a work of fiction. All the characters in this story and content are out of pure imagination. It is not my intention to offend anybody.

This is the third part of the series. Please read the previous parts of ‘The Home Maker’ before reading this to understand the plot. Please send me your feedback to [email protected]

The previous night with Rocky really rocked my world. It was great, especially when he treated me like a sub. I have seen and read a lot of stuff about BDSM but never thought of doing it. But I started to crave for it and wanted to do it.

I was alone at home now. Faisal probably left to work; he didn’t even try to wake me up.

Rocky texted me

“Last night was wonderful,” he said.

“It was awesome. You are really good,” I said.

“Thanks. I want to do it again.”

“Sure. Why not?” I said.

“Were you upset last night?”

“No. What happened?” I asked.

“You were very rude to my friends.”

“Look, it was not intentional. I do not know why I behaved like that?” I said.

“It’s ok. You are so hot and were naked. So they may have lost their mind, and still, they are talking about it.”

“Oh, ok.”

“They are begging me to get your introduction.”

“Really!”

“Yes, What’s your plan tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Can we go out tonight, and I invite my friends?”

“I am not sure.”

“Come on, It will be fun. I will appreciate if you can come,” he said.

“I don’t know, it feels kinda strange.”

“There is nothing strange. My friends are dying to meet you.”

“Ok, I will come. But where?”

“One of my friends, his name is Amit. He has a pub. We meet there. I will come to pick you up,” he said.

“Ok. See you then.”

It was exciting. I had never been to a pub, so I decided to try this. I started to feel naughty. I chose to wear a knot front crop top, clearly showing my vast cleavage, fully open on the waist area, flaunting my deep navel bedazzled with a ring.

Rocky came to pick me up, we reached the pub. It was in a very remote location, in the woods. Even the roads are mud. I was starting to worry about where he was taking me. It was also pitch dark night.

Suddenly, there were huge lights and decorations. It’s not just a pub, it was more like a resort, with lots of fancy cars and men of all ages and so many young girls. Suddenly I felt like I am not the prettiest girl out there.

Rocky introduced me to Amit, to whom I was very rude last night. Amit was in a tuxedo with jewelry and glasses during this dark night. He looks like some kind of Bollywood actor. He took my hand, kissed it, and welcomed me.

The Gold-digger in me woke up. I treated him badly because I thought he was a cheap guy. But I couldn’t believe that he owns this resort. I did something which I rarely do. I apologized.

“Please, it’s not necessary,” Amit said.

“No, I insist. I felt very bad,” I said. “Also, it was an awkward situation, but I am not trying to justify it.”

He stopped me while I was talking, “It’s ok, Saba, at least we are on the same page now.”

“Yes, we are, ” I said.

“Let’s enjoy the party.”

I was starting to hang out with Amit. He did compliment my dress, and I returned the praising. It felt we are getting to know each other. We even cracked a couple of jokes.

Rocky was not happy at all. I totally ignored him. I could tell from his face that he must have had a big plan with me tonight. But he never thought that Amit would be a cock-block.

Amit introduced me to his friends, business partners, police officers, business persons, and even some movie-stars. I have never been invited to some star-studded place like this.

I had a couple of drinks and even got to take a couple of selfies with Bollywood’s big names. This all made me sure of one thing, Amit was not the guy to be messed about. So I wanted badly to please him.

Party was in high swing, and it’s all going well. I was just about to sit next to Amit.

“Excuse me, mam, fancy a dance?” The strange voice came out of nowhere.

I was shocked to see him. He was one of the top political leaders in the country who, of course, will remain nameless. He has an organization that has millions of followers all over the country. I just couldn’t believe he asked me. I was scared to say no, and I was more scared to say yes.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked me.

“Yes, are you Mr…,” he stopped me before I finish the sentence.

“Just a dance, mam,” he said.

It was like the world has just stopped. I couldn’t see anything or hear anything. All I could see was him, and the voice heard was from him. To be honest, I have seen some of his interviews on TV before.

I am not a fan and kind of hated him. He was also a top policymaker in an organization that is always against my community. I stood up and went with him to the dance floor like I am hypnotized.

He was a no-nonsense guy. He put his hands on my bare waist and another hand on my shoulder. His grip was so strong, it’s kind of hurting me. He knows that but didn’t care. It seems he wanted to see that expression on my face.

This ordeal has been going on for some time. Then finally, he released me from his grip. I just wanted to get the heck out of this place. But Rocky was nowhere to be found.

Amit noted that I was frantically searching for Rocky. Amit informed that Rocky left already, and I was invited to someplace now.

“It’s already late, Amit. I want to go home,” I said.

“It’s not gonna happen. You are invited by you know who,” said Amit.

“You know I can’t do that, Amit.”

“Well, you brought this to yourself. You brought his attention. You can’t live in this country peacefully if you don’t accept the request,” Amit said.

My legs started shaking. I am crying inside and blaming myself for acting like an asshole. While Amit was talking with someone, I slowly slipped from that place, got an autorickshaw, and reached home.

I closed the door and was so scared to sleep that night. I tried so hard but couldn’t sleep till I finally slept.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the ruckus and my daughters crying. There were a lot of policemen arresting my husband for some charges. I don’t have anything to do now.

I am simply stunned, shocked, and helpless. My husband was taken in the police car, and neighbors watched and gossiped. I was so humiliated.

My phone rang, it was Amit.

“How dare you run away like that?” Asked Amit.

“I am sorry, Amit. I am in big trouble…” before I finish talking, he stopped me.

“I know everything. I sent you a text. Go there and do whatever you are told to save your husband,” he hung up.

I checked the address and reached the place. It was a big bungalow, there are so many people and all looking at me. I was in the same dress from the last night, even without makeup, haven’t even brushed the teeth yet.

I walked in with fear and hesitation. He was there, and he moved his hands and signaled me to go near him. I went to him. He slapped me so hard, I fell on the floor, all the guy’s stood there ran away in fear. Now I was alone with him.

“How dare you run away?” he yelled.

I stood up and holding his legs, and begged me to let my husband go.

“You need punishment. He will be inside for 1 year because of your actions last night. If you disrespect me ever again, his time will also increase by a year,” he said.

“Please, sir. I won’t disrespect you ever again,” I begged.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, and ordered me to get naked. I took my dress off and was crying. He called someone, one guy came in, gave a mischievous smile, took my dress, and left.

“You look so dirty. Go to the bathroom and get yourself presentable,” he pointed me to the bathroom. I went inside, there was an old, used toothbrush. “That’s my brush only, use it,” he yelled and laughed.

I was feeling like puking. I have never even brushed in my hubby’s toothbrush. I brushed the teeth, and water was not coming in the tap. I politely informed him.

There was a mischievous smile on his face. He looked at the toilet and asked me to use that water. I flushed it, and I knew that it wouldn’t make any difference, but still, I flushed. I was so shocked and afraid. I did what he asked, washed my mouth with the toilet. He laughed so hard and clapped his hand.

Water was coming again from the tap. He asked me to get myself clean properly. I washed my mouth like a maniac with clean water. I took a bath and come outside in a towel. He was there waiting for me, he pointed me to remove the towel, and I did that.

He got naked. He was fat and bald but had a big dick. He came to me. The long fat meat hanging between his legs and his nude thighs were full of hair. A cunning smile was spreading on his lips. His intentions were not good from the beginning.

Continuous scanning of my body was going on in his eyes as this was the first time he saw any girl nude. Some of his men talked loudly about me next door, and I heard some of those words.

He is annoyed by the noise and shouting with a little raised voice to them

“Will all you bastards keep quiet and let me do my work?” He shouted.

I kind of got scared with that loud sound and uttered slowly with the request, “Please, sir, don’t punish my husband. He is a good man.”

He interrupted me holding my open hair. ” A good man with a good physique wife. I know that, so stop your excuses and make it quick if you don’t want to extend his 1-year imprisonment for him.”

He started dragging me by my hair to the big room without wasting any time. It had a big bed in the middle with dim light. There are pics of many women hanging on the wall. When I started to recognize them, he guided me forcefully on the floor with force.

“Heads down to floor and ass up towards me,” He yelled.

“Yes, sir,” I obeyed.

That’s all I was able to say in that helpless, humiliating moment. I followed his instruction by looking on the floor, lifting my round ass up onto knees. But he wanted something more.

He lifted his right leg, pressed my face, and my silky cheek now holding the weight of that huge man. My face was now touching the floor’s dirt, and only my ass was up in a vertical position.

After making me in that position, he went back and started spreading my ass cheeks, searching for my asshole. I felt a lubricant on only that it was his spit.

Bending on me from back, he gathered all my hair in his palm and stretched it tight, compelling my head come a bit up. Now I can see what’s on the walls. “Ouch,” I said when he stretched my hair from the back.

And the meantime, he was busy rubbing his thick meat between my ass crack. I was shocked, looking at the walls. Room lighting was dim like a studio. In big words, ‘My slut collection’ was written in the center of the wall.

Around it, many top models and renowned women’s pictures were hanged. I recognized some of them and was in shock because all women’s pic was nude, and some were thick cum load on them. But suddenly, thick meat opened my tight ass hole.

“Uh, tight asshole you got, bitch,” he said.

Gripping my hair from one hand, he started piercing my hole. Hole walls opened and excepted his rod but with pain.

“Uffff, sir. I will die as my asshole is not used for such thick one.”

The answer was a slap on the butt and pumping with the rest of the force left in him. Without listening to my screams, he started pumping the meat in and out with all the force.

My knees started rubbing on the floor and hands started patting on the floor like a wrestler wants to give up. But he was enjoying that brutal position of fuck and was putting all his effort into my tight hole.

“Aah, no sir, please slow down. My ass hole is in tremendous pain like someone has put fire in it.”

The more I begged him, the more he speeded up. His grabbing and teasing caused many marks on my ass and back with his nails. The entire room echoed my moaning and the sound of him fucking the shit out of me.

The people outside were a spectator of my moaning and screaming. Almost 10 long minutes later, my screams were lowered. But moaning became loud as my inner soul was now enjoying the pumping.

I sounded like a sensual thirsty lady now, and mental rejection for fuck was now out of my mind. But suddenly the hot meat came out.

“Turn around cunt, and take all the shit load cum in your mouth now,” he eagerly said this.

I turned and sat on the floor, holding the cock as he was holding my hair. I started licking his cock and squeezing it as time was near for him to blast and cum. Serving his hot cock with lips and tongue, which came out from my ass. The smell was fascinating, and being a thirsty cunt, I was.

I served his cock while looking up into his eyes. He blasted with thick cum. Some in my mouth and some on face dropping on floors too. I was shocked by force. It came out and made me filthy and hornier now.

I licked all the cum from my face, but he saw on the floor and said, “Lick that too bitch. I don’t want any drop to be wasted.”

“Yes, sir, with pleasure,” I said as now I was enjoying it too.

As soon as I licked the drops from the floor and looked up, he held a camera. He clicked 2-3 times without my permission. It was rubbish to ask him why he clicked it because I knew that this pic would hang on the wall where it was written ‘My slut collection.’

I know that he is a powerful man, and I see no escape from this. One option available was to accept this fate and enjoy it.

He came back and yelled at me, “Why are you still here? Get the fuck out of my room.”

I was naked and afraid to ask him about my dress. But I was more afraid to disobey him. So I got up ran out of the room. There are so many people outside the room, looking at my naked body with cum stain on boobs, full sweat all over my body, and mangled mascara on my face.

Like a bitch with ego and unlimited attitude, I didn’t want to run and cower. I owned it. While looking at them, I raised my hand, put it on my head, pulled the hair to the back, put it all in the hairband, and tied a nice ponytail.

Since my hands are up, my boobs were poking at the front and gave the full view of my 36c boobs with pink areolas. My navel piercing showed that I was the real deal, not some helpless chick to a bunch of horny bastards.

The faces looking mischievously at me are turned into the face of a dog waiting for its master to throw the bone. I snapped my finger a couple of times while looking at one guy. He was confused and looked at me.

“Where is the kitchen?” I asked.

He didn’t say a word, just pointed the finger. I was walking to the kitchen, while everybody was looking at me, shocked.

I understood one thing, these people may be seen as many girls going to that studio. But none ever came back like me with full confidence and attitude. I went to the kitchen, and the cooks were tripped, seeing me. I opened the refrigerator and took water, and emptied the bottle.

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