Blackmail by kelsie... preview

Chapter 2

My big mistake wasn't banging all kinds of fat chicks. No, I was damned good at getting away with that. No, my real problem was that I started enjoying the lifestyle too much. I simply loved flashing the bling, and with my (actually Sheila's) new unlimited credit cards, well... Let's just say I got a little out out of hand.

I used my new flash and chic fashion to lure in many a fatty, for many a "one night" stands. In fact, with most, if not all, the obese, it was my way in. This was also the case with Kelsie. But now, looking back in retrospect, it was my flashy lifestyle that led to my demise, or at least brought an end to my lean, fit, athletic form.

What I couldn't tell at the time was that Kelsie was likewise a grifter. I would say a grifter like me, but that wouldn't be accurate, nor giving her her appropriate due, as she was much better than I. I fell hook line and sinker for her little innocent act, the "fat girl" that "no one appreciated." These were my favorites, but obviously, Kelsie knew that already.

Overtaken with confidence, I fell into her trap, all the while mistaking myself for the hunter, when I was actually her prey. So, intrigued by her curvy form and innocent little looking atrire, I was floored by her array of sex toys and scantily clad outfits that she had back at her house.

Hindside being twenty-twenty, I now know I should have seen all the whips, chains, and black leather outfits as a red flag. But I was drunk, and with the ecstasy that she'd spiked my drink with, unbeknownst to me at the time, the only thing I could think with was between my legs, and he was giving me the sign to round third base hard. All I could think about was just how good it would be to feel this big woman, now dressed in an all black dominatrix outfit, to ride me hard from atop. I wanted to feel all of her jiggly mass, bouncing up and down over my hard cock as I pumped my muscular body into and between all of her quaking blubber.

With those thoughts running through my head, and with the real possibility of them coming true, I didn't think twice, nor put up any resistance to Kelsie blind folding me and tying up my hands to the bed post.