A Challenge for Two Weeks of Rest

Wednesday Night

Laura arrives from her shift looking worried. She is still wearing her nurse’s uniform, but she has taken off her cardigan, and her nipples are visible through the thin fabric.

"Love... today I couldn't... fulfill my duty with Mr. Jackson," she whispers, biting her lip. "I went to his house in that short little dress you like... no bra... and when I opened the door, his friend Robert was there. A fat, bald man, with sweat on his forehead... he looked at me as if he were going to eat me. I got so scared I came running back."

At that moment, my phone vibrates.

Blackmailer:

"Look what your virgin did to calm grandpa down when she couldn't suck him off...

And listen closely to this week's offer."

Wednesday Afternoon Video (Master Bedroom Camera)

Laura is lying on her back on our bed, wearing only white cotton panties with a little pink bow. Her legs are open in a V, feet resting on the mattress, toes curled from nerves.

Her 34D tits rise and fall quickly from her agitated breathing.

Mr. Jackson is standing next to the bed, in his boxers, jerking off that huge cock with his right hand.

Laura looks at him with big, innocent eyes, but her voice is trembling with excitement:

"Only for today, okay? Just so you fulfill your fantasy... but it can't happen again. I can't touch myself, it's a sin... but you can look for a little while..."

The old man moans and gets closer. The tip of his cock is less than twenty centimeters from Laura's navel.

She bites her lower lip, closes her eyes for a second, and then whispers:

"Alright... you can cum on top of me... just today..."

She brings a trembling hand to her panties and starts rubbing herself slowly over the fabric, making small circles. Her slit is perfectly outlined under the cotton, and you can see the fabric getting wet little by little.

Her hips move on their own, seeking more pressure.

Jackson growls like an animal, speeds up his hand.

Laura opens her legs wider, arches her back, and whispers with the voice of a lost good girl:

"Cum... please... I want to feel it warm..."

The old man cums with a roar. The first stream comes out so strong it reaches her tits. The second and third paint her flat belly and navel. The rest falls onto her panties, soaking the fabric until it turns transparent. You can perfectly see the shape of her chubby lips and the swollen clitoris underneath.

Laura gasps, brings two fingers to her belly, gathers semen, and brings it to her mouth. She sucks it with devotion, moaning softly.

"Thank you for letting me fulfill your fantasy..." says the old man, still trembling.

"And thank you for giving me your milk..." she answers, innocent and lascivious at the same time.

The video ends with Laura licking her lips and praying in a low voice: "Forgive me, Lord, but I did it for charity..."

The Blackmailer's Next Message

"This week's challenge (accept it or we continue without rest):

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Laura is off work.

During those four days, she is going to suck off Mr. Jackson... and his friend Robert.

Both of them, every day.

If you accept, I give you TWO WEEKS without another challenge.

If not... next week will be much worse.

You choose, cuckold."

Wednesday Night – The Negotiation

Laura is sitting on the bed, still in her uniform, hugging her knees.

"I don't want to, love... that Robert is disgusting. He's fat, smells like tobacco... he grosses me out."

I hug her from behind, speaking into her ear while I caress her nipples over the fabric.

"Listen to me, my life... we can do it in a way that isn't a sin. You put on a blindfold. That way you don't see who has their cock in your mouth. You can imagine it's me... or Mr. Jackson, whose soul you already trust. You won't know if it's Robert or not. It will be as if you were sucking your future husband's cock or a good Christian's. And when you gain confidence... you take off the blindfold little by little."

She stays silent for an eternal minute.

Then she sighs, crosses herself, and nods.

"You're right... if I don't see, it's as if it weren't him. I'll just feel a cock... and I'll think of you or Mr. Jackson. That way I don't sin as much."

She hugs me tight.

"Okay... the four days. Blindfolded. But promise me that afterwards we'll pray together a lot."

"I promise, love."

Inside me, I feel a mixture of relief (two weeks of "rest") and a sick excitement imagining my virgin fiancée, blindfolded, on her knees, alternating between two completely different cocks without knowing which is which... four days in a row.

Tomorrow the long weekend begins.

And I'll have to work Thursday, Friday, and Saturday... while she stays home, blindfolded, b

ecoming the official cocksucker of two older men.