They Follow Orders...

Julie shrugged in response to her friend's question. "What choice do we really have, Ash?" She sighed, and looked over at the stairs on the other side of the room. Normally, there was only one reason anyone went upstairs at a party like this, and she felt butterflies in her stomach considering what people might think of her going upstairs dressed as she was to meet some guy on a loudspeaker. And with another woman in tow, no less. Which reminded her: "Hey, Ashley? Look, I'm real sorry I got you mixed up in this. You didn't have to play along, after all it's not your reputation on the line here... so, um, thanks for being a friend."

Ashley blushed a little bit with guilt at what she'd tricked Julie into doing, but she put on her best poker face and gave the other girl a light pat on the arm. "Don't worry about it, Jules. But come on, this guy doesn't seem to like to be kept waiting."

Julie nodded, and the two girls crossed the room and climbed up the stairs, doing their best to cover their exposed nether regions from those on the first floor. When they got to the landing, they noticed a note taped to the door, written in large typed letters: "Open the Door for Your Mystery Date". "Cute," Ashley muttered in response to the attempt at humor. With that, she tore the note off the wall and opened it up.

On the other side lay a simple bedroom, probably a guest room, judging by the furnishings. There was a double bed up against the far wall. Next to the bed was an old nightstand which held two envelopes, upon one was typed "Julie" and on the other "Ashley". The girls didn't bother to examine the room any further, as their attention was riveted to the black clad figure who sat on the edge of the bed.

His dark clothing and the fact that he was seated made it hard to get a good judge of the man's frame, but he wasn't exceptionally large or small. Over his face he wore a black mask that only exposed his eyes... or would expose his eyes if he wasn't wearing a pair of cheap black sunglasses under the hood. The effect was rather silly looking, but also made it impossible for the girls to see any remotely identifying features on the man... except for the large white cock which hung out of the fly of his pants.

Upon seeing the girls, the blackmailer pointed to his mouth, and then to his cock, indicating his desire wordlessly. "Um... which of us?" came Ashley's uncertain reply.

In response the blackmailer spoke a single word, obviously taking care to disguise his voice. "Both."

Once again, it was Ashley who took the lead, guiding her friend by the hand over to the figure in black. She knelt down and took the blackmailer's member in her hand, placing it's tip in her mouth while she gently stroked the shaft with her hand. After a few seconds, her efforts bore fruit as the man's erection sprung to life. She took her mouth off the head, and looked up at Julie who, to this point was just standing nervously off to the side. "C'mon, Julie, let's get on with it."

She moved over to the side to let the other girl kneel down in place, and watched perhaps a bit too intently as Julie opened her mouth and commenced only the second blow-job she'd given in her entire life.

At first, Julie just timidly suckled the head, obviously nervous and not at all eager to proceed. The blackmailer quickly lent a helping hand to th back of her head, forcing the girl to take more and more of the shaft in her mouth. After a few inches, Julie began to gag, and the blackmailer released the pressure. Julie had gotten the hint, however, and began bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking the cock just a little more than halfway into her mouth and throat each time.

Ashley soon found herself aroused by this show, and reached a hand up under her skirt to finger her exposed pussy. The man turned his head to look at Ashley, and she blushed slightly, ceasing the impromptu masturbation. She realized she should probably lend her friend a hand in getting this guy off as quickly as possible, and so she laid back on her elbows and began to run her tongue along the bottom of the man's cock, near the base where Julie's mouth didn't seem likely to reach. She then place her mouth on it, placing little kisses all around the base of the cock.Despite herself, Ashley found her hand returning to her own crotch, and she resumed fingering herself. So long as she didn't stop her oral ministrations, it seemed the man didn't care.

After a little while, it seemed that both Ashley and the blackmailer were on the verge. As she felt the familiar sensations creep through her pussy, she saw the man's balls begin to throb with the first sign of ejaculation. She adjusted herself, leaning the cock to take the left testicle completely into her mouth. As she ran her tongue through his pubic hair, the blackmailer decided to resume his pressure on Julie's head.

He was much less gentle this time, gripping the poor girl by the hair with both hands, and yanking her face into his crotch with a single, violent tug. Julie was obviously unprepared for this, and began struggling valiantly, pushing at the man's knees and trying to give herself some breathing room, but she was no match for the man's strength. Pulling back and forth on Julie's hair, the blackmailer continued his ****, ramming in and out of her throat with increasing speed. Ashley noticed her friends predicament, but didn't stop her tea-bagging to help her. She didn't stop fingering herself, either: if anything, she found herself strangely aroused by Julie's situation.

As Ashley began her pushed herself over the edge, she moaned into the blackmailer's sack, and that seemed to be the final nudge he needed to begin his orgasm. Ashley released genital she had been sucking on in time to see the man pull Julie off his cock and shoot his seed all over her face and tits. Julie was too busy trying to regain her breath to realize what was happening until it was essentially over, but she soon started making disgusted noises as she felt the spunk coat her skin and stain the top of her blouse.

As Julie sat, stunned, Ashley leaned back in and gently tongued the man's cock clean, swallowing his sperm with a bit more eagerness than she would have expected. He patted her head in a silent "thank you" and tucked his cock back into his pants, then gestured once to the letters on the nightstand before leaving the room.

Ashley stood up, licking her cum off her fingers and took the two envelopes off the nightstand. She looked down at Julie, who was still making a big show off shock and disgust, despite the obvious wet sheen that now graced her exposed cunt. "Pull yourself together, Jules, the night's not over yet."

Julie "harrumphed" and pulled herself to her feet, taking the appropriate envelope as it was offered, and tearing it open. Ashley did the same with her envelope, pulling a typewritten letter from inside:

"Ashley,

If you're reading this, it means you were late getting to the party, but it also means that you and Julie have finished making it up to me, so consider it forgiven. What I haven't forgiven is that little stunt you pulled back at the house. Still, the possibilities of your involvement intrigue me, and I wonder: Will you be a willing participant or another victim? The choice is yours. Right now, your little friend is no doubt reading her note. It basically outlines the same instructions I gave you over the phone, and I still expect you both to carry those instructions out. However, it also says that she has to go back to the party still covered in cum. However, I'm leaving that decision in your hands. If you want, you can tell her that I said she could clean herself up. But that means you go back to being another **** victim, experiencing your humiliation side by side with Julie. If, however, you say nothing and let your best friend go downstairs covered in semen, than I'll know you're entering this game as a willing participant, and we can really have some fun. Choose wisely.

Hugs and Kisses,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Blackmailer"