'That's hardly possible,' she chuckled, 'but if you really don't want any part of it, I'll just have to manage by myself. I figure he'll pay me off a healthy pension, for the rest of my life. You ought to be angry. Don't you remember the way he insulted you when he caught you with his daughters?'
'Well, I really don't blame him. Wouldn't you be angry if I was caught fucking your daughters?' he said, with a foolish grin.
'Not if I were fucking them myself, like that lecherous brother of yours,' she quipped.
Paul took a few minutes to think this one over. It would be pretty rotten to blackmail his own brother, but then again, why not? Hamilton had made good with his life, while Paul had to be content to be a has-been his whole life. If he could only pull this thing off! He HAD always been jealous of his brother. Hamilton was nothing but a lousy leech. It might be a good idea to blackmail him after all. Why not, he mused. Still, HE would have to live with the guilt!
He was brought back to his senses by the feel of Sue Carson's tongue on his cock. She had left his balls, and now she was moving up on his body, reaching for his semi-hard dick. Paul stifled a groan, and eased his cock deeper into her mouth. He really didn't believe it possible. The last time he had come so many times a day had been way in his youth. He almost felt like a new man. He had to keep Sue Carson sucking at all costs!
'Yes!' he said loudly. 'Sue Carson, this has been the most enlightening day in my entire life. I never used to confront my feelings about Hamilton, I always hid my hatred under the guise of brotherly affection. But that little bastard is not only a no-good child molester, but he's too rich for his own good. I think we ought to teach him a lesson. I think this blackmail idea is a fine thing!' he stated.
As soon as she heard these words Sue started to suck him even harder than she was before. Paul responded rapidly to this increased pressure on his cock. He was amazed at himself. Could it be possible that, he was going to have another orgasm? He jerked his whole body back and forth, jamming his swollen organ deep into Sue's throat. She choked a little bit, but then she relaxed and managed to accommodate the entire thing. Sue Carson was certainly sex-crazy alright. She could make a dead man come with her talented mouth. Paul was willing to testify to that. He closed his eyes, and simply let her work out with her mouth, until he felt the rumblings of another orgasm well up through his body. He arched his back, getting ready to release a final load into Sue Carson's willing mouth. He took in a deep breath of air, and felt his sperm shoot out of his body. It seemed as if his head were exploding with pure pleasure!
The third orgasm of the day is always better than the first, thought Paul. The first one is nice. It's like a quick release of desire that has been building up for a long time. Tins second orgasm of the day is even better. It is usually slow and drawn out, and one can take a longer time appreciating it's pleasant effects. But there's something about a third orgasm that bordered on heaven. It's a long excruciating kind of pleasure/pain that touches on the divine. The third orgasm of the day is always the best, the ultimate come.
That was what Paul was thinking as he shot his wad deep into Sue's throat. She wasn't expecting him to ejaculate at that point. When the sperm started coursing down her throat, she choked for a moment before she regained her wits enough to start swallowing. Paul seemed to be exploding forever. Glob after glob of sperm shot down her throat. It filled up her mouth, and then it began to spill down her cheeks and her neck. She kept his dick in her mouth until he was through. Then, she slowly drew the exhausted cock out of her mouth, and licked her lips with a smile.
'What a powerful boy you are! I see we'll make a very good partnership indeed,' she cooed. She figured he would go along with her viscious scheme, at least for a while.
Paul needed a few seconds to catch his breath. 'Well, uh, I think well be able to do business together.' He was lying, but he hid his true emotions well. A consummate actor.
He was amazed at both himself, and this woman. She was capable of making him feel like a new man. Sue giggled to herself, then she got up and started to strut boldly back to her car.
'C'mon, Paul. We have to make it back to the house before it gets dark. Hamilton will wonder where we've gone and I don't want him to get suspicious!'
'I don't think he really gives a shit. After all, he's got those two little nymphomaniacs to take care of him,' grinned Paul. 'I don't see how the bastard does it. With all those little secretaries and what not hanging around, why does the guy want to sleep with his own daughters? It's a complete mystery to me!'
'Wouldn't you prefer them? I mean, you were sleeping with them yourself! They have to be the sexiest things on two feet,' said Sue. Paul grinned, then he stroked Sue's body, pausing to feel her huge breasts. They were like ripe melons. So huge, so firm, so nice!
'Maybe they look good, but they're not anywhere near as talented as you. What the hell are you talking about anyway? You're one of the best looking girls I've ever seen,' said Paul.
'You don't mean that!' she blushed, unused to compliments on her appearance.
'Sure I do, you're amazingly good-looking. If those brats become anywhere as gorgeous as you in the next couple of years, I'd say they were very lucky. You belong on a magazine cover, or in the centerfold,' he beamed. She was a sucker for compliments.
Sue was pleased at these compliments, but she wanted to get home as fast as she could. She wanted to get to her private stash of Polaroid pictures before anyone else discovered where they were. Paul might get wise too. If he counted them, and found six instead of eight, he would know that something was up. She still wasn't sure if he was going to go along with her blackmail scheme. Even if he copped out, she would still have HER stash of pictures.
They got to the car and hastily got dressed, pulling on their wrinkled garments.
'You look like you've just been fucked,' said Paul. Sue angrily tore her comb through her disheveled hair. 'What do you expect, asshole?' she glared. She was in no mood for jokes.
'Sorry,' mumbled Paul, 'I was only making a joke!'
Jesus, thought Sue. No wonder the guy was a failure in show business. He couldn't say anything funny to save his life. She started the car, and angrily stomped on the gas pedal. I have to be nice to this guy, she thought to herself. Now that he knows my little scheme he could spoil everything. They zipped through the country roads, until they came to the main highway. In a little while, they were back in Hamilton's neighborhood. She discreetly parked the car away from the house, so that nobody could see them arrive. She was figuring on the chance that Hamilton hadn't noticed her leaving. Paul fixed himself up, so that his clothes didn't look like a wreck. He walked in first, then Sue came in about fifteen minutes later.
When she walked in, Paul was sitting on the sofa, picking his teeth with a toothpick.
'They didn't even know we were missing,' he grinned, 'I think Hamilton's in the shower with those two sluts of his. Who knows what they're doing in there.'
'I wouldn't be too hard pressed to guess,' chuckled Sue, 'I have a good idea. I'll go inside and sex it up a little bit with all of them. That way, Hamilton won't suspect any hanky-panky. When we hit him with the blackmail notes and the photos, it'll be a complete surprise to the louse!'
'Good idea,' said Paul. He pointed to a book that was sitting on the bottom of Hamilton's bookshelf. The book was 'War and Peace'.
'Do you see that book there?' Paul asked.
'What about it?' answered Sue.
'I've got those Polaroid's hidden in there. Hamilton will never read that book, so he'll never find the pictures. I'll just keep them in there until I'm ready to leave, and we'll retrieve the prints later.'
'Why don't we threaten him right away?' asked Sue.
'No. Not while I'm a guest in his house. I have a few scruples left,' replied Paul.
'Well, you figure out whatever you want. In the meantime, I'm going to see what they're doing in the shower,' replied Sue. She left Paul standing there. He watched the well-built secretary disappear into the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, he reached for the copy of 'War and Peace', took out the pictures, and replaced them with a note. The note read: I know you have the other pictures, slut, but you'll be sorry if you try to use them. Chuckling insanely, Paul ripped the sleazy pictures up into about thirty pieces, then he went into the other bathroom, and flushed them down the toilet.
Meanwhile, Sue Carson found herself in the middle of a sordid scene. The two girls, Daphne and Tricia, were busy soaping up their father. Hamilton lay in the bottom of the tub like a sultan. The two girls were scrubbing him and kissing him. His erect cock protruded out of the water like a periscope of an ersatz submarine. All three of them were naked. Sue stood in front of them, hands on her hips, her tits jutting proactively through her thin
