Blackmailed by My Own Student
Copyright© 2020 by Sharon Ho
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Hi, I'm a chinese singaporean lady, I'm 40 years of age, happily married. I am also a senior teacher at a Secondary (high school) here in Singapore. I am about 1.8m tall, quite plump, and my breasts are approximately 40DD size, but sag a little due to my age. This is how my life spiralled down, being a sex slave to my own student
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Blackmail NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Fiction Rough Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
I must had fallen into such deep sleep that when I woke it was already noon and the sun was shining in. I was still clad in the dress from the dinner the night before. Well, it had been a very eventful event yesterday, I thought. I did deserve some rest.
Today happened to be the day my husband is finally coming home, and I am so looking forward to finally meet him after almost a week. Even though we had been married for 25 years, my love for him is still so strong, as if I just met him yesterday...
I felt some residue on my chin, and upon checking it does look like dried cum. It has to be Jeremy’s cum, I told myself, although I was pretty sure I cleaned it up well before I went back to the ballroom. My pussy felt sore, as if it had just been used. I must have rubbed it too hard when I gave Jeremy the blowjob yesterday, I assumed.
I didn’t give much thought about it. After my shower, I put on my top and a pair of shorts, and went down telling my maid to make me some coffee. I sat down sipping the coffee at the patio overlooking my garden and was just about to read the papers when our Mercedes drove in.
My husband alighted and we embraced, kissing each other lovingly.
“Oh how much I missed you honey”, he said, while we still kissed. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw Sani, our driver standing watching us all the while.
We made love on our matrimonial king sized bed after that. My husband had to take the blue pill each time we do it because he can’t get a normal erection anymore.
He lasted only 10 minutes, without cumming, and lay down breathing hard because of his heart problem. I lay naked next to him, caressing his tiny limp cock trying to make him cum when suddenly my phone buzzed.
“Who is that?” my husband asked.
“Jeremy, honey” I answered.
“Read it, I want to know what that brat wants now,” he said angrily.
I read the text out loud, while still holding on to my husband’s tiny cock, jerking it slowly.
“Hello slut, you were so hot yesterday. Loved it when my cum filled your mouth entirely and you swallowed it all, without a drop. And the way you moan loudly when you reached your orgasm. Bet your husband never made you cum at all.”
My husband was very jealous when he heard that. He was gurgling and gulping for air.
“Honey, relax dear, start deep breathing exercises, as your doctor advised,” I said, calming him down. I started jerking his cock faster.
That made it better. At the same time he finally managed to ejaculate, though it was just a few white droplets actually. I kissed him fully on the lips. I do love him, though I must admit, I wished it was Jeremy’s cock I was holding.
“Jeremy, you and your friends all had your fun, please respect us as your elders. I am 40, more than twice your age. Please end this.” I texted, pleading with him.
My phone buzzed again with an incoming text.
“Read it, honey.” My husband asked.
I was wondering whether I should, as the last time I did, he nearly had a heart attack.
I let out a huge sigh and continued reading it loud. “Your strict demeanour only lasted when you aren’t with me slut. I know how much you longed for my cock. The way you let me fuck your pussy, the way you sucked my cock hungrily, the way you squirted your pussy juice to all my friends ... you do know, deep inside you are one fucking horny slut!”
That made my husband boiled. His face turned red with anger and he has difficulty breathing. I quickly got up and shout for Sani.
“Sani! Get ready we have to bring Sir to the hospital, now!”
“Yes Ma’am! I’ll get the car ready.” he replied.
I quickly wore a sleeveless tank top and a pair of FBT shorts.
Me and my maid walked my husband down the stairs and straight to the waiting car. Sani sped to the nearest hospital, The Gleneagles Hospital, which is a medical facility meant for only the rich like us and is known internationally.
Fortunately my husband’s condition wasn’t serious. But he do need to be warded for a couple of days. I had to leave my maid there on standby, to assist the nurses for my husband’s daily needs, Me and Sani went home after another exhausting day for me.
“Ma’am, do you want to have some coffee at the nearby Botanical Gardens coffee club?” he asked.
I was thinking that would be a good idea as my favourite beverages are there.
“Yes Sani, let’s!” I smiled.
Once we got there, there aren’t many customers around. I ordered a cup of Turkish black coffee.
Sani went over to collect it. “Dear, there isn’t a need to, the waiter will send it.” I said.
Sani was mumbling something like he doesn’t want to trouble the waiter, so I said sure fine. He came back after a while and served me my coffee.
“Thank you, Sani.” I said before sipping the coffee. It does taste a little odd, but being a naive person, I drank the whole cup slowly, while watching the lush beautiful greenery and flowers ahead. The Botanic Gardens, is, after all, a UNESCO site.
After a while I felt light-headed. “Are you ok Ma’am?” Sani asked. “Let me bring you to the car.”
I held on to his arms and walked over to the car. That was all I remembered, because the next moment I found myself in my room, lying fully naked on my bed, without my glasses on.
Everything was a blur, but I could still make out where I was. I could hardly move as I was still feeling dizzy.
From my blurred vision I saw an outline of a man standing in front.
“Sani, is that you?”
“Ma’am” he replied. Yes, definitely it’s Sani.
“Sani, oh my word, what are you doing, dear? And I need my glasses, I can’t see without them.” I am literally helpless without my glasses.
“Shut up, slut.” Sani answered.
I was taken aback. For 2 years I had known this boy, took him in as our family driver, I had loved and trusted fully, now calling me a slut! I squint my eyes, wanting to have a better look at him. Oh, how terrible my eyesight were!
“I’ve always had the hots for you, slut Ho. For 2 years I had been masturbating all day about you and taken some of your dirty underwear from the laundry.” he laughed.
So that’s why my panties always go missing! I thought.
“I had always resisted fucking you for real, slut” he continued. “But I found out that you had been fucking someone else, someone even younger than me!” he shouted angrily.
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