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Stupid Choices

Part 1

This is a story about how a stupid mistake and even more stupid decisions spiraled out of control

This is a story about how a stupid mistake and even more stupid decisions spiraled out of control. I write erotic stories. I have been writing for several years. As time went on the vanilla erotica turned to BDSM erotica. As that venue was explored in my stories, my husband and I started to dabble in BDSM in real life and I became bored with writing about it and moved to more extreme erotica dealing with kidnapping and rape. In order to understand more and research so my stories would be more believable I posted in forums geared towards rape fantasies.

I found the perfect site to do this where it wasn't actually one on one chat in the sense that it was sex chatting in a chat room. This site allows women to post a profile and a description of what they imagine a rape would be like, what they would be put through and what they would expect from a rape. Then others posted what they would do with them or to them and then then you reply to the post and it is like an on going story written by the participants. I was careful in posting my profile taking all the precautions of not listing the state where I live and making sure I made it clear I was not looking for any real life role play.

I waited for replies. There were so many women in each room that I wasn't getting any hits at all. Most of the replies went to women with pictures on their profile. I figured there would be no harm. My name wasn't posted on there anywhere so why not post a couple of pictures. I had a few that my husband had taken of me in nude suggestive poses. I picked 3 good ones and posted them.

A couple of days later I had email from one of my husband's close friends from work. I had known Rick for a very long time. My husband and I often went out bar hopping and hung out with him. I ignored the emails hoping he would just give up and figure it wasn't me. That it just looked like me. Then I got another email from him telling me I had one last chance to contact him and to check out the discussion board in the "dungeon".

There were only 3 new posts one of which read "What would YOU do" I clicked on it. As I read my heart pounded furiously. Fear and anger totally consumed me.

Rick�s post read, "Imagine my surprise when I was going through dungeon pictures and actually saw someone I recognized. I not only recognized her but her husband is always bragging about what a horny hot piece of ass she is, making the rest of us feel like we're missing out. I know given his past with his ex wife he wouldn't approve of this site. I e-mailed her and told her I saw her pictures on here. Instead of e-mailing me back she deleted the picture showing her face and replaced it with a different picture. �Stupid slut, I saved the picture. So here lies the dilemma. I could just let the whole thing drop and just keep jacking off to the picture and fantasizing or I could make her earn the picture back. I'm thinking a morning and afternoon with a reluctant little fuck toy while her husband is at work might be fun. The thought of her kneeling in front of me groveling at me feet, begging me tearfully not to tell, offering to do anything I ask to get that picture deleted is just too perfect. Decisions Decisions. What do you think? Should I take advantage of the situation? I mean she did post her picture on the web for anyone to cum across. lol (pun intended) Maybe just hanging on to it and teasing and tormenting her with the fact I have it for a while might be even better. I could slowly break her and make her seek ME out. The possibilities are endless aren't they? I know she'll read this and I know she will instantly know it's her I am referring to. LMFAO I'm such a bastard! **winks** "

My husband knew I wrote erotic stories and he did I know I researched them but he would freak over the pictures and the fact that I was talking one on one with other men to get story ideas, even if it was just replying to posts made. His ex wife was a cyber whore, only she met the men in real life and used his hard earned money to do so. So when it comes to the whole sex chat thing, even though he trusts me, he would be furious. The fact that there were also pictures attached would totally destroy our marriage.

I was a tearful emotional wreck. I never in a million years thought any one I knew would be on a site like that. He ended up letting me off the hook, or so I thought. After talking to him on the phone He told me he was trying to teach me a lesson and that I should be more careful about posting things like that on the Web. He was so nice, and genuine. His caring friend act was so convincing. I laughed it off and told him I agreed and understood but he didn't have to scare the hell out me.

I started getting little emails from him asking me questions about my stories and fantasies. I figured I was off the hook and he told me he had deleted the pictures. He already knew about my alter ego author of erotica identity. I figured there was no harm in answering some questions. He had been a close friend of both me and my husband for a long time and he was easy to talk to. Besides, I have to admit, the embarrassment of discussing such intimate details kind of got me off. Little did I know he was playing me like a pro.

One day out of the blue I got an email from him, the subject line was "lunch date". I thought it was strange and opened the mail. He told me to meet him in the park near my house at 12:30. The letter said I had teased him for weeks and I owed him a blow job. I called Rick thinking the email request he made was just him messing with my head, a cruel joke.

"Rick what the fuck do you think you're doing? There is no way in hell I am going to meet you in the park and give you a blow job!" I was frantic. My voice quivered with indignation and panic as my shaking hand held the phone. He chuckled and said, "Listen you kinky little slut, you have teased me long enough and with all the willing fantasy sharing emails that I saved in addition to the pictures and profile I have enough on you to burry you."

I began crying and begged and pleaded with him not to make me do this. I knew the email made it appear I had been teasing him but the truly wasn't what motivated me in answering and writing him. While I was talking to him on cell phone he interrupted me and said "Listen close bitch" I heard the phone dialing and my heart totally sank. He was calling my husband. I heard him laugh and say "I just wanted to give you a ring and let you know I found some information online that you'll be really interested in. As much as I hate dropping by the office on my day off, I really think you would like to have this. He was quite for a second. I was begging and yelling into the phone "NO!!!! Oh god, please don't do this to me!!" He gave a little laugh and said "ok buddy I'll see you around 2 then." After he hung up I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Will I be giving him the pictures profile and selected emails or information about a project we are working on that new product start up we are working on together at work? It's your choice my kinky plaything.� I begged and pleaded frantically with him but to no avail.

He laughed at me sadistically and said "I want you to walk to the pic nic shelter on far end of the park be there at 12:30 sharp. I want you wearing jeans with no panties. It's a pretty cold day so you have to wear a coat but I either want you topless under your coat or wearing a button up blouse with no bra. Do as I say and I will keep quiet. No sex, just a little blow job, Becca" I hung up the phone, tears streaming down my face. I hurried to get ready. I didn't have much time and was terrified of being late

I nervously walked to the far end of the park as told. Rick was waiting in his car. I walked to the passenger side and started to open the door to get in. Rick laughed as he stared evilly at me and snapped "Close the door and walk around to the other side." He rolled his window down and asked " Awww is my little lunch date cold?" I was getting furious with his mind games. I felt so helpless. "You know I am Rick! It's fucking freezing out here." The wind was whipping and the wind-chill had to be in the 30's. He laughs and says "That�s a shame because I'm rather hot. Open my door and get on your knees beside the car. I started crying and once again pleaded with him not to make me do this.

He held up 2 folders and asked in a playful voice "...info on wife or info on work?" I'll never forget how helpless I felt or those words as he said them. He stared at me grinning. Apparently he was having quite a bit of fun watching me in total torment. I opened his door and dropped to my knees. The gravel was sharp and cold bruising my knees through my jeans. He reached over and unzipped my coat slipping it off of me. He reached out of the warmth of the car and grabbed my breasts digging his fingers into me through my shirt." Unbutton it slut!" he demanded. He glared at me as I quickly started to unbutton the shirt, my hands were shaking. "Slow down! A little cock tease like you should know how to do this right!" He shouted.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as he watched me. His lips curled up into a smug grin as his tongue darted between his lips licking them like a hungry wolf watching a helpless lamb. He reached out and grabbed my shirt and roughly jerked it open. Without a word he leaned out of the car and grabbed my bare breasts. "I would love to fuck those big tits." he said lewdly. His fingers sunk into my tender skin painfully, making me wince. He laughed as he leaned out further and sucked on of my nipples into his hot mouth, flicking it roughly with his tongue before sinking his teeth into it. I bit my lip and tried not to cry as tears started building. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. He played with my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. "Oh Becca you are such a little kinky slut aren't you? All those fantasies about being dominated and controlled, yearning to be used as a little fucktoy and made to obey. I've wanted to get my hands on those tits every since that night at the bar that John had you flashing everyone.� My face burned with a hot blush as I recalled the night of way too many drinks and the bar contest offering free drinks to the nicest tits. I remembered John reaching over and jerking up my shirt and screaming "Hey look at mine!"

"Reach over and touch my cock. Feel how hard you make me." I couldn't believe all this was really happening. I just kneeled there looking at him. He reached out of the car and slapped me hard across the face and grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. "A cum craving bitch like you should be able to figure out something to do with a cock like that, don�t you think?"

He looked me in the eyes as he grinned at me with the most evil look I've ever seen. "Take it out of my pants and stroke it." I unfastened his pants. I was shivering and shaking both from the cold and from fear. He leaned back in the seat. I could feel the heat rolling from the car heater as I reached in and did as I was told. "Please Rick at least let me in the car. It�s freezing out here with my shirt hanging open. "You aren't here to be comfortable slut. This is all about me. It has nothing to do with your comfort. The better job you do sucking my cock the faster this will be over."

I reached over and tugged his boxers down freeing his cock. I grasped him with my hand and stroked it with my trembling fingers. I slowly lowered my head and wrapped my mouth around the head of his dick and slid my lips tightly down his shaft inch by inch. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and gripped it painfully as he said, "I know you can do better than that bitch!� He jerked my head down as he thrust his hips forward, ramming his cock into the back of my throat. He pulled my hair harder as he guided my lips up and down his hard dick. I could feel it pulsing between my lips as I did my best not to gag on it. I knew he was enjoying this much more than I was. It seemed like forever until I felt him tense up and start to cum. I could taste the salty cum as it began to flow out of him. He yanked my hair up, jerking my mouth off his cock and gripped it with the other hand aiming it at my face. Cum splattered in thick ropes on my face and in my hair.

As he rubbed his twitching cock all over my cum covered face he said, �Damn you suck a good cock. I wonder how many cocks you've had in that pretty little mouth of yours to be this good at it." He chuckled as he smeared his cum across my lips. He leaned back and stuffed his cock back into his pants and fastened them I reached up to wipe my face off with my hand. He grabbed my wrist as I raised it and grabbed my hair with his other hand jerking me towards him. I didn't tell you that you could wipe your face, did I cunt? Leave it there. Cum dripping off your face is a good look for you.� I was so embarrassed. I looked around the park nervously. I was so glad it was so cold and dreary. There was no around to see me standing there like that.

"Stand up cum slut and leave your hands at you side. Stand still and don't move. I want to get a good look at my kinky little cum slut." He gripped the front of my jeans and jerked me forward. His hands slipped down the waist of my jeans as he started to unbutton them. I started crying. I couldn't take any more of this humiliation. "Rick, you promised that all I had to do was give you a blow job!" He grinned and said "Oh quit whining. I don't want to fuck you I just want to taste you." He shoved his hand down the front of my pants and sunk his fingers into my pussy gripping me roughly. Then he rubbed my clit really hard and pinched it with his slick fingers unexpectedly. I let out a squeal. The pain was so bad.

He laughed at me and said "Oh shut the hell up. Judging from how wet you are you got off on this just as much as I did." He took his hand out of my pants and licked his fingers. "Go ahead, button up and clean your self up slut." He picked up my coat and handed it to me before swinging his legs back into the warm car, slamming the door. He cracked the window and said "I am finished using my plaything for now, enjoy your walk home." He laughed as he rolled up his window. He started his car and drove off leaving me standing there with my coat in my hands and my shirt hanging open, crying. I dread the thought of seeing him and having to act as if nothing happened. I feel like I'm living in a nightmare that I can't wake up from.

 


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