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Dave had never dreamed he had a chance with Stacy. He knew Stacy didn’t mess around at all. Dave wasn’t even sure she liked sex with her husband. Stacy’s face and lush figure seemed to be always appearing in the newspaper for some charity work or other. Always the woman beyond his reach!

Until now!

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a drink?” Dave asked.

“I’m sure. I’m on my lunch hour. You know that.” Stacy crossed her long, silken legs and tugged at the hem of her knee-length skirt. “I don’t know what you have to say that could be so important that I have to come out to your house. I don’t like this.”

“I understand,” Dave said. “But I promised you that it would be worth your trouble.”

“It better be,” Stacy said.

Dave knew he had her worried. He had told her that it was about her daughter. Tara was Stacy’s one big weak spot. She loved her daughter more than anything. Even more than her husband! And Stacy wanted the best for he husband. Dave was counting on that.

“I don’t understand what my daughter has to do with you.”

“I recognized her in a film,” Dave said.

“A film? What kind of film.”

“I’m going to let you see that for yourself. I couldn’t describe it to you. Let me turn off the lights.”

She sure didn’t like what was going on. She had an ugly look on her face as he turned off the lights and turned on his projector. He could barely see her face in the dark.

The movie didn’t come out as well as he would have liked, but it was pretty obvious who it was. Tara was on the screen. She had her plump legs spread and she was fingering her pussy. He heard Stacy make a small gasping sound.

Her eyes stayed glued tar the screen until he finally turned the projector off.

“Oh my God,” Stacy said softly.

Dave waited. He turned back on the lights. He turned to look at her face again. She didn’t look so cool anymore. Her face was pale and her lips were parted. Dave could feel a hardening bulge in his trousers just looking at her.

“Where did you get that film?” she asked.

“A man sold it to me. Don’t worry, that’s the only one. I understand that her boyfriend made the film and there was only that copy. It was a big investment for me. But I didn’t think you wanted this film going around town.”

“No,” Stacy said softly.

She was stunned. He could see it in her eyes. She didn’t know what to do. For the first time in her life she was in a situation she couldn’t handle.

“I thought that I should show this to your husband.”

“Oh no,” she said.

“Then what would you have me to do with the film?”

“Destroy it,” she said.

“I couldn’t do that,” he said. “It was an awfully big investment. I wouldn’t want to be out of all that money.”

“I’ll pay you for the film. Money’s no object.”

Dave leaned back in his chair. He grinned. He knew he had her. She was a big fish and he had hooked her. Now all that remained was for him to reel her in. He could already feel those big, hot tits in his hands.

“I don’t think I’m going to sell it,” Dave said. “But I might be talked into letting you have it.”

“What do you want?”

“You,” Dave Adderly answered. “I want you. For one time in your life I want you to behave like a cock-loving bitch. Right now! And you can walk out of here with that film.”

“You’re disgusting,” she said.

She got up to leave. Dave didn’t try to stop her.

He waited until she got to the door before he reached down and flicked on the projector again. Tara’s image filled the screen again.

“Look at her, Stacy. Look at your daughter play with her cunt. She’s loving it! Just think about all those men who are going to watch this film. Every man in town! They’ll all know what a sweet ass your daughter has.”

Stacy didn’t open the door. She was trembling. She took a deep breath and then turned around to face him again.

“You’re a bastard,” she said.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“My husband would kill you if he knew about this. He would murder you.”

“Maybe he could. But he’ll never find out. You’re much too proud, baby! You want too much. You wouldn’t do like to have the Bishop name smeared with filth. You’d do anything to keep your image.”

“You’re still a bastard,” she said, “But you’re right.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” be said. Stacy shrugged her shoulders. She walked back to the couch and sat down. “I’d like that drink now.”

Dave kept grinning lewdly as he fixed her a drink and brought it over to the couch. He kept thinking about what he was going to do to her. She looked away from him and he settled down beside her.

“Cheer up. It’s not the end of the world.”

He was impatient, but he waited until she finished her drink. She drank slowly. He put his arm around her. She felt stiff. He put his hand in her hair and jerked her head around.

“I want you to be very nice to me,” he said. “You’d better be if you don’t want your daughter’s ass spread all over town.”

“You sick bastard,” she said.

But she relaxed a little. He kissed her. Her mouth felt as hot and soft as he had always thought it would. He pushed his tongue against her lips and her lips opened willingly. His tongue slid into her hot mouth. She kept her tongues still, but he enjoyed rubbing his tongue against hers.

“You sweet bitch,” he said. “You sweet-assed bitch. I’ve been dreaming about this for years!”

He kept kissing her until he could finally feel her tongue rubbing his. She might hate his guts but she was starting to like the kissing. Dave started to wonder if maybe Stacy didn’t have as hot an ass as her daughter.

“Let’s go up to the bedroom,” he said.

She followed him meekly up the stairs. Dave stretched out on the king-size bed and put his hands behind his head.

“Strip,” he commanded her.

She didn’t hesitate. Stacy had already made up her mind that she was going to do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t just her pride. Certainly she didn’t want the town finding out what her daughter had been doing, but it was a lot more than that. Stacy had never been in a situation like this but she was a hot-blooded woman and she’d often thought about it. It was sexual blackmail and she could tell herself that it wasn’t really her fault.

Her fingers trembled a little but she managed to unbutton her blouse all the way down the front. She shrugged it off her shoulders and heard Dave gasp. She was wearing a tiny black bra that hardly contained the creamy texture of her tits. The bra was cut down almost to her pink nipples. She saw Dave licking his lips.

“Talk dirty to me, baby,” Dave said. “I like you to talk dirty while you’re stripping.”

“I can’t do that,” she said, but her voice sounded weak.

“You’ll do anything I fucking tell you, bitch,” Dave said. “Or walk out the fucking doer. Make up your mind.”

She nodded. She had never been asked to talk dirty even for her husband. She reached down and unzipped her skirt as she tried to get courage enough to do what he wanted.

“Say fuck, baby,” Dave said. “Tell me how much you want to fuck me and suck my cock. Tell me, you fucking cunt!”

She stepped out of the skirt. She saw his eyes widen at the sight of her black garter belt and black panties. It was an outfit she had worn to turn her husband on. She had wanted some good fucking that evening, but this wasn’t exactly how she had wanted it.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said softly. “I want to lick your cock and feel your cock inside me. I want to feel your hard cock in my cunt!”

Dave suddenly felt horny as hell. He realized that he was losing control of the situation. Stacy was a lot of woman and she knew how to make a man horny. He watched closely as she kept talking dirty and running her hands over her silken-looking body.