Blackmailed - a young waitress in trouble.

It was the come in mouth fantasy that gave me the most pleasure. Celine?s silky golden hair made by belly tingle at the same time as her pink tongue played sexy games with the tip of my cock, circling one way then the other, flicking on the ridge and just under. One delicate little hand holding my shaft firmly, and my balls ready to burst, gently cupped and fondled in the other. My wife Mildred was tossing. But I was too deeply into Celine to be disturbed. I squeezed her young tits and held them tightly. Mildred?s hands found my cock and feeling my arousel she began mauling at me. Oh no not now, I think. Then suddenly had an idea. Celine is working away at my swelling cock and I can?t hold on. I squeeze her tits even more strongly as she begins to deep throat me, pulling strongly on my shaft and squeezing my balls. I moved Mildred to her back and entered her, keeping faith with Celine as my worked up cock seems to open like a flower in the sun and blasts the milky seed deep inside. I just stop myself from calling out her name. Mildred wrapped her legs around me. Pleasantly stunned. But I did not stop thinking of Celine. I saw her laying on the bed belly down, her golden skin and petite ass looking so beautiful and tempting to touch. She continued to suck my half limp member like an ice cream she just can?t get enough of. She was a waitress at the pizza bar where I was manager. It was a long interview in my office. Her lips impressed me immediately. They were quite thick and pouting like ? a bit like a blow up doll that you fuck, and always with a little hole in the middle. She had a slightly oval face, well shaped nose and bright blue eyes. I wanted to penetrate her mouth the moment I saw her. I wanted to feel those juicy pink lips closing around my cock and I wanted to fuck her in the mouth right there and then until cum was shooting down her throat. But how could I? Me nearing retirement age, a balding old fart and her just a pretty blonde young thing at college. How tortuous to live one?s life not being able to act upon the strongest desires. Life was unbearable. She wore a very tight and short skirt. So tight it was, the fit shape of her ass was impossible to take your eyes off. And I could see the fullness of her breasts in a lacey black bra down her blouse which she left unbuttoned at the top. While she was telling me how much she enjoyed art of the impressionists I was thinking about bending her over the office desk and ramming Küçükyalı escort her from behind. And when she mentioned her trip to the Lake District to paint a Windermere landscape I was already pumping her slippery wet pussy in the daffodils. But that was all just fantasy. I knew it could never be. But I enjoyed the sight of her moving from table to table and I could watch her from my office through a two way mirror which I had installed for security reasons some years previously. Many times I locked the door and wanked under the table as I watched her behind the bar preparing drinks and accepting payment. Her little bum so sexy and the focus of my attention when I was coming into a napkin. I went on in this voyeuristic fashion for some time and was resigned to it until one day, to my horror, money began to go missing from the till. It was small change mostly, one day a fiver, the next a tenner, day after day. I made up the difference out of my own pocket and looked out for the thief. I sat for many hours going though the CCTV footage and sure enough it paid dividends beyond my wildest dreams. It was Celine. I had her on film lifting money from the till and stuffing it down her skirt. My cock stiffened. I asked her to come to my office and when she appeared locked the door behind her. "I thought I had better show this to you before taking it further" I said. She looked at me with her big beautiful round eyes and smoothed the back of her skirt. I played the film to her and watched for her reaction. She gasped and bit her lip. "It's not to happen again" I said firmly. "And you'll have to be a good girl and do as you're told, or I'll have to take this to the police." She went off without a word back to her work, shaken. The next day she appeared for her afternoon shift and I asked her to bring me some documents. She came with the file and put it on my desk. As she turned I patted her well shaped bottom and said "good girl". She shrieked and turned to look at me. "Don't worry" I said, "We'll keep it to ourselves eh?". I thought she might not turn up to work after that but it would be a gamble on her part and she was there the next day. I called her to my office. She came looking pretty and petite as usual. I locked the door. "I think we ought to have a serious chat". She looked at me with utter distrust and some fear. Her hair was not in a pony tail - it was hanging over her shoulders Kartal escort bayan and she looked lovlier than ever. "I've done a big favour for you and you're so cold with me", I said. "I'm sorry", she said softly, "I am grateful, I don't mean to be unfriendly, it was ever so nice of you not to tell, but how can I repay you?" "You could help me with something." I said and thought here goes. "You see Celine, you are very pretty you know." She folded her arms and blushed. "And even when I was young I never had such a girl as you." That made her smile bashfully but she suddenly went serious. "But if you would pretend to be my girlfriend now and then, I think I would consider us even and after a while I'll even give you that tape." She drew back from me a little, shocked and even disgusted I thought. I tried to take her hand but she snatched it away. "Of course," I said, "If you would prefer the police to have the video". I picked up the phone and began to dial. "No!" she said and stopped the call. She stood for a minute, thinking and weighing it all up. It gave me quite a kick to watch her squirming. "Come closer", I said and took her by the hand, drawing her near. She was looking away. I began to unbutton her blouse and felt my heart pounding violently in my chest, my cock felt harder like never before. Incredible that it was happening. She had a lovely fragrance about her. I undid another button and her heavenly breasts cupped in lacey red bra came to view. So pretty it was, so lovely. I pulled her to me and pressed the side of my face to her body, intoxicated by the smell and warmth of her. I could not let go or allow her to draw away. The delight of it was something I had never experienced before. I suddenly realised I had never really lived. It was so strange. I was so happy. I didn't want Celine for sex, I just wanted her. To be near her and to be with her always. Next I sat her pretty ass on my lap. Her face was turned away and she had a finger to her lips. I nuzzled my face in her hair and felt the silkiness of her locks and smelt the perfume of her. I held her closer still to me, like she was my lover. I began to mutter to her how nice she was and promised to be kind to her and not hurt her. I promised to protect her and said she could always come to me for help. I didn't go to far. I released her after a while and buttoned her blouse. I had not touched her breasts and Escort Suadiye her bra was still on. I was buzzing. "Off you go now", I said, giving her a gentle squeeze of her tight bottom. She blushed uncomfortably and left after I unlocked the door. My world shaken, I went home that night already eager for the next day to begin. I could think of nothing else and could not sleep - did not want to sleep. Mildred pestered me for sex but I refused. I was holding Celine in my arms the whole night. Did I love her? How could I claim it? I was blackmailing her. But I seemed to be dependant on her charms. I wanted more and more and more. Imagine my devastation the next day when the assistant manager gave me the information that Celine's mum had phoned in that she was not going to be at work for a couple of days as she was ill. It was like the end of the world. I could not wait, would not wait. But what could I do? It was toture. Pure bloody torture. The blank uncertainty was eating away at me all day. I wished I could go to sleep and wake up when Celine was back at work. How could she do it? Maybe she was calling my bluff. What if I called the police? She was playing a dangerous game. I somehow suffered the agony of waiting for the next day and came in to work late. To my delight Celine was there. I saw her sexy ass moving from table to table placing menus and cutlery. I went to my office trying not to look at her. She came to me later looking nervous and afraid, closing the door behind her. She looked so lovely, her skin bloomed with youth and her breasts protruded through her shirt. I sat with my arms folded. "Did you call them?" she asked, shaking a little. "Yes I did" I lied. She gasped and looked terrified. "They are phoning me back. But I haven't named anyone yet and it's really up to you what happens next". She relaxed a little but was shaken. I invited her to sit down and made her a cup of tea then locked the door. She didn't touch the tea but looked at me as if to find out what was in my mind. It hurt me to see so much suspicion and distrust in her on my account. "Thank you" she said. "God I'm in a terrible mess". "Don't worry", I said patting her on the knee, "I won't say a word, you can trust me." She bit her lower lip. "You know", I said, "you are a lovely girl". She gave me a look when I said that. Narrowed her eyes and turned her head away, shook it from side to side and put one hand to her temple. With the other hand sheunbuttoned her blouse, One button at a time, gradually revealing the peachycomplexion of her chest and the red lace bra. "That's better", I said, my voice cracking a little. She kept her face hidden all the time, allowing her blouse to fall away and presentingto me the beauty of her upper body.