Blackmailing My Dad's Best Friend

by S. E. Law

  “Take my ass, Kane.”

  My eyes widen almost as much as my dick seems to swell. Am I dreaming? Many of my journal fantasies had me taking Renee’s anal cherry, but I never in a million years expected it to really happen.

  “Rey, you don’t have to do this,” I say, walking over to her.

  “I know. I want you to. I wouldn’t trust anyone else but you.”

  “Come here.” I pull her up by the arm gently and kiss her before pushing her back into position.

  Getting down on my knees, my face is positioned in front of her magnificent ass. I place soft kisses along her cheeks, using my tongue and teeth. Renee must be ticklish because she jumps every so often. Snaking my hand up her inner thigh, I reach her wet pussy and begin to rub the length of her.

  As she squirms against my right hand, I use my left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart. Her tight rosebud comes into view, and I run my tongue around it. She squeals but begins to moan as I continue to use my mouth on her ass.

  Her pussy is incredibly wet already. I dip a finger inside of her and smear her juices between her cheeks and around her hole. Slowly, I press my lubed finger into her most uncharted territory.

  “Relax, baby,” I coach her, placing a hand on her hip to stabilize and comfort her.

  Renee lets out a breath of air as my finger slips inside of her. She groans as I loosen her up. Her ass grips my finger so tightly that I have a hard time removing it.

  I go back to licking her hole as she wiggles her ass against my mouth. I’m getting more turned on by the second. Suddenly, I have the immediate urge to be inside of her. I stand up quickly and plunge my cock into Renee’s pussy, taking her by surprise.

  “Oh fuck,” she moans, burying her head into the bed as my dick gets coated in all of her sweet juices.

  Keeping a slow pace in her pussy, I suck on two of my fingers and push them against her anus. They break through much easier as Renee looks back at me, her eyes glazed over from the new sensation.

  My fingers slide in and out of her much easier as I speed up their movement. I pull my fingers out of her and pump her pussy hard for three strokes before exiting her.

  “Ugh, what’s wrong?” she asks, gasping, about to roll over.

  I push down on her back to keep her in place as I line up my dick with her back door.

  “Rey, you’re sure?” I ask, giving her one last out.

  She nods her head, squirming her ass against my wet cockhead.

  Applying pressure, I wrap my hand around her waist and hold her securely as my tip slips inside of her. Oh fuck, she’s tight. It takes everything inside of me not to come right then.

  “Shit,” she grits, pulling at the bedspread. “I’m okay…” she calls out to assure me.

  I continue pushing, holding my release back as her inner walls contract against me with each inch I drive into her. My hips bump into her ass, making her cheeks bounce, and I have to stay still for a moment to hold back my orgasm.

  Renee is breathing heavy as she gets used to the feeling of me inside of her tightest hole.

  “Feels so full,” she gasps before looking back at me. “Fuck my ass, Kane.”

  She wiggles impatiently as I relish in the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around me.

  “Sorry,” I laugh. “You feel fucking amazing.”

  I wipe the sweat off of my face before grabbing onto Renee’s hips and gently thrusting back and forth.

  “Ohh…” she lets out a guttural groan as her entire body falls to the bed except for her ass, which sticks straight up in the air.

  The suede of her boots feels amazing against my thighs as I move in and out of her. Between Renee’s moans, the sight of her ass lewdly in the air with my dick inside of her, and the incredible grip she has around me, I know I can’t last much longer.

  Wanting Renee to get off too, I reach under her and rub my palm against her pussy, feeling her hard clit pebbling against my skin.

  “Oh, Kane… oh yes, I’m going to come,” she mewls as she writhes against the bed, needing her release.

  “Come with me, Rey. Ugh,” I let out a long, satisfied moan as my hot cream fills Renee’s ass.

  “Holy shit, so good!” she screams out as she orgasms.

  I collapse on top of Renee, still connected to her ass as it pulses around my cock, milking the last drops of come out of it. Our bodies are sweating as we catch our breath. When I pull out of Renee, her anus leaks my come, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing her against me.

  “Are you okay?”

  She smiles with her eyes closed. Her body is incredibly relaxed as she lies against me.

  “I’m fine,” she says, wrapping her arms around mine. “I won’t be able to sit down for a few days,” she giggles. “But that was worth it.”

  I kiss Renee’s cheek, and before I know it, she’s sound asleep. I lay my head down and fall asleep too, even though it’s the middle of the day. We’re too relaxed to stay awake and too content to leave each other’s arms.

  16

  Renee

  Blinking my eyes, it takes a moment to remember where I am, but upon feeling Kane’s arms wrapped around me and our bodies pressed together, the events of the afternoon come rushing back to me.

  I had been so worn out from sex with Kane that I’d drifted asleep incredibly quickly. Carefully, I unwrap Kane’s arms from around me, not wanting to leave the comfort of them, but needing to go to the bathroom. Also, a shower couldn’t hurt.

  As quietly as possible, I head into the bathroom, feeling Kane’s come dripping out of my ass and down my thighs. My legs are wobbly and my butt is sore as I sit on the toilet. After I’m done, I look in the mirror and laugh at my reflection. My eye make-up is smeared down my face, and my curly hair is wilder than ever. A shower is a must.

  When I emerge from the bathroom in a plush robe supplied by the hotel, Kane is sliding his underwear on.

  “There you are,” he smiles groggily at me.

  His black hair is almost as messed up as mine was before my shower, but he looks sexy with bedhead. I grab my hair brush and sit down on the bed next to him as I run it through my wet curls.

  Kane leans over and kisses me, taking me by surprise. Every kiss with Kane has been amazing, but this one feels special. When he pulls away, his eyes look extra blue, like pool water after fresh chlorine has been added.

  “We got distracted,” I smirk.

  “We did,” he grins. “Distracted from what, exactly?”

  “You were going to tell me about your love life, remember?”

  Kane groans and looks away from me. Why is this such an awkward topic for him?

  “Hey, you promised,” I reach over and squeeze his thigh.

  “What do you want to know, Rey? And why do you want to know?” he asks as if I’m crazy.

  I shrug my shoulders and look down at my hair brush.

  “I don’t want you to be alone,” I mutter.

  Kane skooches closer to me and places his hand under my chin to make me look at him.

  “I’m not alone. I’m with you.”

  The most amazing feeling encompasses my entire body, and I can’t hold back my smile.

  “See, I don’t know anyone who has a smile like that but you.”

  I shove Kane’s shoulder and roll my eyes, not sure if he’s teasing me or not.

  “Can you be serious?”

  “Rey, dating is hard. I did it for a while. No one serious. I was always busy with work, and no one I dated seemed worth making extra time for. If you’re looking for some tale of heartbreak, there isn’t one,” Kane shrugs.

  I smile and run my hand up his large bicep, sculpted from years of construction work.

  “Good. Some hearts are too big to be broken.”

  This time, I move in and kiss him, getting so caught up in the moment that I climb into his lap. I hiss into the kiss as the movement not only hurts my butt but my knee injury from this morning.

  “You okay?” Kane asks worriedly.


  “I think I re-opened the wound when I was pressing my knees on the bed,” I laugh, sitting down on his knee, wincing again, and throwing back my robe to reveal my bruised knee with the cut on it.

  “Poor baby,” he teases me, bringing my knee up and kissing on it. “We need to take it easy for the rest of the night. Want to do dinner and walk around for a bit?”

  “Sure,” I smile, sliding off of his lap so that Kane can shower.

  When we leave the hotel room, Kane reaches for my hand, and I gladly take it. We find a nice Italian restaurant within walking distance and head inside. As Kane eats his salad, he picks out all of the olives and puts them on my plate.

  I smile before giving him all of the croutons from my plate. Kane laughs before he removes the tomatoes from his salad and also puts them on my plate. Finally, to make our salad exchange complete, I give him my cucumbers.

  “This is so much easier than customizing our salad orders,” I laugh.

  “I know. I’m glad I thought of it when you were twelve,” Kane says.

  “Uh, no. I thought of it, thank you very much.”

  “You did not! I just let you think you thought of it because I’m a nice guy.”

  I wave my fork at him. “Nu-uh, you’re not that nice. It was my idea.”

  “Either way, it was a great idea,” Kane puts a stop to our argument.

  Our meal continues on with witty banter and fun conversation. Afterwards, Kane and I walk along South Street, taking in the people and vendors. Kane holds my hand as we stroll, and I can’t help but to never want the night to end.

  It all feels so surreal, as if we’re a real couple… as if we’re in love. That nagging thought in the back of my mind keeps resurfacing, though. Kane is going along for the ride because I have his journal, and once he has it back, he’s going to put a stop to our secret affair, no matter how much he enjoys the incredible sex we’ve been having.

  17

  Renee

  Waking up on Christmas Eve to snow is always my hope. It never seems to happen, though. This year, when I roll out of bed and look through the curtains, beautiful white flurries are steadily coming down.

  After I shower and dress, I head to the kitchen, flip on the Christmas music, and start baking. Daddy groggily comes down the stairs and glares at me.

  “Merry Christmas Eve!”

  “Renee, it’s seven a.m.”

  “It’s Christmas Eve!” I grin.

  “All year long, you have to be kicked out of bed to get up for school. But around Christmas time, you’re a morning person. How and why?” Dad asks, shaking his head.

  “You know I love this time of year.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m going back to bed for twenty minutes, and then I’ll get up to help you cook,” he says, not sounding thrilled about it.

  “Thanks, Dad. Love you!” I call after him.

  My text message alert goes off, and I check my phone. Kane sent me a snowflake emoji followed by a text that says, “Dreams do come true!” A huge smile takes over my face, and I realize the holiday season and a Christmas Eve snow aren’t the only reasons I’ve turned bubbly.

  Kane makes me light up inside like a Christmas tree. We’ve been messing around since October, but we’ve also been spending quality time together since Dad has been working so much lately.

  There are some weeks where we don’t get to see much of each other, and during those times, I long for Kane’s touch or even just to hear his voice. We limit our text messages to platonic topics, not wanting to risk being caught sending each other dirty photos or flirty messages. It’s all so tempting, though.

  I wish we could have a real relationship. One where we can openly flirt and kiss or give each other thoughtful Christmas presents that won’t draw any suspicion.

  By the time Dad comes back into the kitchen, I have two batches of cookies done and have started preparing the turkey for the oven. We spend the rest of the morning and afternoon cooking and singing Christmas carols before our guests arrive.

  Chastity and her parents arrive promptly, which doesn’t surprise me. I take Chastity up to my room to talk privately for a few minutes.

  “Your mom looks really good,” I smile, knowing Mrs. Cooper’s cancer just went into remission.

  “Yeah, she’s feeling great,” Chastity grins. “Is Kane coming?”

  “Yup. I’m nervous about his Christmas present. I wanted to get him something special, but I’m broke.”

  “Renee, he’s going to love that painting. You worked so hard on it. Maybe don’t give it to him in front of your dad, though,” Chastity laughs.

  “God, no! I didn’t even sign the bottom of the painting—just the back. If Dad happens to ever see it hanging in Kane’s bedroom, he won’t know I painted it.”

  “Do you think Kane got you anything?”

  “He always does. Usually, he gives me money. Typical godfather gift, you know,” I laugh.

  “Rey, how long is this going to go on between you two?” Chastity asks.

  “I don’t know. If it were up to me, it would never end.”

  She sighs, “You’re just going to have a secret affair forever? You’ve already been lying to your father for months; you’re going to keep it going for years?”

  “I’m not lying to Dad, really. I’m just not telling him I’m having sex with Kane, that’s all,” I shrug.

  “And what if Kane gets a girlfriend?”

  I look at her, feeling burned by the thought. It’s as if Chastity is trying to bring me down. Logically, I know she’s concerned, but I want her to let me enjoy this while I can. I know it’s bound to end at some point. I can’t blackmail Kane forever. Chastity brings up a good point. What if Kane does meet someone? I bet she’ll look nothing like me. She’ll be mature and slender with silky hair and perky boobs and proportioned features on her small frame.

  “Then I’ll let him go.”

  “I don’t want you getting hurt. This isn’t like Billy or some other high school relationship. This is someone who matters to you.”

  I nod, swallowing, not wanting to think about the crushing heartbreak I’d feel once this is all over.

  “Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right?” I force a smile. “I have to go check on the turkey.”

  I hurry down the stairs, stumbling down the last one and falling right into Kane’s arms. His strong arms wrap around me as I look into his blue eyes.

  “Merry Christmas Eve to you, too,” he says, his hand sneaking a pat on my butt before releasing me.

  “Merry Christmas Eve. Thanks for stopping me from smashing my face,” I smile at him.

  “It would be an injustice if I let anything happen to such a pretty face,” he winks before moving in like he’s going to kiss me.

  I suck in a breath, but Kane places a soft kiss on my cheek. He reaches in his pocket and hands me a small wrapped present.

  “You can open it alone or around people. It’s safe,” he assures me.

  I bite my bottom lip. “I got you something, too, but it’s not safe for you to open it around anyone. In fact, I’m not even sure how you’re going to sneak it to your car.” I laugh, only now thinking about that.

  “Now, I’m intrigued…” Kane laughs.

  “Kane, come in here,” Dad calls out.

  “Excuse me, I’m being summoned. Hey, Chastity,” he says before walking off.

  I look over at the stairs as Chastity descends them.

  “I hung back to give you a moment,” she smiles, walking closer to me. “Are you going to open it now?”

  “I’ll wait until I can give Kane his present.”

  “I’m sorry if I upset you upstairs.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. I know your heart is in the right place.”

  Chastity and Mrs. Cooper help me in the kitchen while the guys play pool in the garage.

  “Renee, is your father dating anyone?” Mrs. Cooper asks. “I notice his car is always gone.”<
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  “No, he’s been super busy at work lately,” I tell her.

  “Ah, I see. He’s been single for so long. Now that you’re all grown up, he should get out there. He’s a good-looking guy and so charming…”

  “Mom,” Chastity scolds her.

  “What? I’m allowed to say another man is good-looking, Chastity.”

  I can’t help but laugh to myself, wondering if Chastity is being protective of my father.

  “You’re not setting Aunt Emily up with Colt,” Chastity sighs.

  “Why not? I think they’d be cute together.”

  “Is Aunt Emily too good for my father?” I taunt Chastity.

  “No, of course not. Maybe he’s too good for her.”

  “Chastity,” Mrs. Cooper swats at her. “What about Kane?” she then asks. “Emily is a sucker for a hot body and blue eyes.”

  “Um, I think he’s seeing someone,” I say without even thinking.

  Chastity laughs at me in front of her mother. I guess this doesn’t bode well for what I’d said just a little while ago about backing off if Kane gets a girlfriend.

  “What’s so funny?” Mrs. Cooper asks, looking at her daughter.

  I can’t help but laugh at the situation either.

  “Ugh, you two are infuriating with all of your inside jokes. You’re like two teenagers!”

  “Mom, we are teenagers,” Chastity points out just as the guys come into the kitchen.

  “What’s so funny?” Dad asks.

  “You had to be here,” I tell him.

  “I was here, and I still don’t know what’s so funny,” Mrs. Cooper sighs. “You girls haven’t been sneaking wine, have you?”

  “Mrs. Cooper, when have you known me not to sneak wine?”

  Daddy, Kane, and Chastity all laugh at my joke, but the Coopers don’t find my sense of humor quite as funny.

  A little while later, we all sit down for dinner, and pleasant conversation is going around the table. Kane keeps catching my eye as he sits across from me.

  “Renee, you really have a talent for cooking,” Mr. Cooper says.