Unknown: Blackmailing the Queen

Click – Ann giving Bill a handjob.

Bill stopped her again, and she obviously thought she was going to get her coke because she looked relieved. But he whispered something and she stood up, turned her back on him, and angrily stomped away a few strides.

"Come on, Annie," Bill said, teasing her. "It's fair. Blow for blow.

Coke for cock. Besides, your handjob sucks." He laughed, obviously amused by his choice of words. "I mean, it doesn't suck. Hey, that's the problem!"

His glee was disgusting, but I was loving this.

Click – Bill standing with his dick sticking out, Ann turning to look.

"If you think I'm taking that… thing in my mouth, you're crazy." Her eyes were darting between his hard dick and the coked mirror on the grass behind him.

Bill's face suddenly dropped into a serious expression. "Wise up Annie.

Nobody has the coke connections I do, and you're in need. Besides, " he said, narrowing his gaze, "we're alone here. I could lay you down and fuck your brains out if I wanted to. A little head won't kill you, and I promise to give you the coke afterwards. I'll leave your pussy alone."

He was stroking his cock with one hand as he spoke, keeping it hard.

Her voice was very shakey now. "Oh, come on Bill…"

"I want to," he interrupted her. "I want to come on. I want to come on you. Now you can open those sweet lips of yours or we can wrestle and see who is stronger. I don't mind. Either way, you get your coke and I get my nut."

His look was deadly and serious. Ann obviously knew she was cornered.

I briefly considered stepping out of the shadows to save her – Bill was a hood, but I was quite a bit bigger than him. Maybe she'd reward me for my gallantry. Then I remembered all the withering looks she had given me over the years…

Click – Ann kneels before Bill.

Click – Ann takes Bill's dick into her mouth.

Bill began to pump his skinny hips almost immediately as Ann took his obscene dick in and out of her little mouth. She gave the impression of some experience, though not a lot. She let him slide the bent thing in and out, covering her teeth with her lips, but I did not see any tongue action, nor did she move her head laterally at all – these would have been signs of a good cocksucker. Like Linda Short.

Bill did not seem to care. I clicked off a series of five shots showing Ann with varying amounts of Bill's dick in her mouth, then he grunted and hissed. He obviously began to come, for Ann violently pulled his cock from her mouth and tried to lunge away. Bill grabbed her hair and held her in place, so that his long streams of sperm landed on her face, hair, and sweater.

After he had finished coming – which was a subject of two particularly good photos in my series; Ann with come flying toward her face, Ann with come hanging off her chin – he chuckled and ler her go. She grabbed her purse, and stepped off into the bushes, spitting and dabbing her face with a kleenex.

While she was gone, Bill began to chop up the coke with the razor blade and draw it into a line. He added a second line, and then a third.

When she returned, he smiled and handed the mirror to her with one hand and offered his straw with the other.

"Here you go, Annie. Nice job – I gave you some extra lines, you're such a good little cocksucker."

She glared at him, refusing his straw. She had her own – a sign of a true cokehead – and she turned her back on him, sat down, and did the lines.

Click – Ann snorts cocaine while Bill stands behind, shrinking, wet dick in his hand.

Click – Ann smiles at the mirror, Bill milks his dick behind her head.

Click – Ann snorts another line while Bill drips his last dribbles of sperm on her hair, she oblivious through her haze of coke.

The deal done, Ann was in a real hurry to get out of there. She was probably afraid that he'd try to rape her anyway, but Bill was obviously spent to the point of disinterest. He had retrieved a beer from his shoulder bag and was taking long pulls at it while he played with himself. He paid her no attention as she gathered up her stuff.

I suddenly realized that I was standing on the path she was about to take back. I crouched down quickly in the darkness – she passed by within two feet of me without noticeing. Her perfume was almost strong enough to cover the smell of Bill's crotch, though not quite. The whole scene had given me a raging boner and it was a little uncomfortable squatting in my tight jeans. As soon as she was out of sight, I rushed back to my car and headed home

.

No darkroom at home, and the school closed until monday, I put my precious roll of black and white film in a safe place and tried to make the time pass quickly. I'd taken the photos on friday night, and saturday I had a date with Theresa Mills. I thought about cancelling it, since my mind was filled with distractions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.

Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later in her mouth. I'd asked Theresa for a blowjob before and been turned down, but I asked again. Her refusal, the sweet lie that it was ("I'd love to suck this nice dick for you, but it's just too big for my little mouth"), was all the more frustrating. I wanted to imagine it was Ann sucking me. Oh well. I told her I was going to come and she increased her tempo and brought a wad of kleenex to the tip to catch the flow. Such a well-prepared girl.

I rubbed her tits and french kissed her, two things she never seemed to get enough of, and she jacked me off again about a hour later. It was a nice date, but it did little to relieve my delicious tension. All I wanted to do was develop that roll of film.

Sunday crawled by, and I hardly slept that night. I went in to school as early as I could, waited for the darkroom to open, and cut my morning classes. I was aware that my haste could ruin this priceless piece of film, so I deliberately made myself slow down. I went into the blackout booth and loaded the reel with the film. Twice my fingers slipped – loading a reel by hand is no easy trick under the best of circumstances – but I finally got the strip into the can and delevoped it with painstaking attention to time and temperature.

The negatives were perfect. They were so crisp, so defined. I could not believe my luck. I was aware of how dangerous it was to print anything when at any moment an instructor or a student might glance over to see what I was doing, but the darkroom was pretty empty and I just had to make a contact sheet at least.

I let the negs dry, then cut them into strips of six. I laid them onto some glossy stock and made a contact print. I developed the thing face down, maddening though that was, and squeegied and dried it that way. I did not look at it until I was alone in a stall in the boys room.

What a treasure. Ann's look of concentration as she stroked that cock.

Ann's pretty lips stretched around that thick, bent cockhead. Ann's averted eyes and submissive posture as the come dripped off her chin.

I drew out my hard dick and came in four slow strokes, my come pouring into the toilet bowl. If only that could be my dick, I thought. If only he had convinced her to fuck him, or even just to strip – I'd love to have photos of those tits and that pussy…

In the calmness that follows a good orgasm, I reflected that I could get in real trouble if anyone saw these photos. Of course, there was no way to link them to me unless they were found on my person, still…

Then I grinned. I grinned probably the biggest grin of my life. Me get in trouble? Not anything like the trouble Ann could get into. I had her. Boy, did I ever. A vast and limitless universe of possibility opened before me. I had her taking coke and giving head to a sleazebag. "Ah, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you," I said quietly to myself. Such a warm feeling to anticipate the future, when such vistas of pleasures lie ahead.