The Breaking Of Thomas Daly, A Fictional Blackmail Fantasy Story
It was 1:30 AM. The house was dead silent. So, silent you could hear the trees outside breathing. Thomas couldn’t sleep this night. He tossed and turned hoping that he could shake the guilt inside of him. He knew it, he had ruined his life, his marriage, and his career. It would all be gone in a second! Thomas was addicted to Blackmail Fantasy-fetishes. However, this time, he knew had had gone too far.
He had put his life into an online Mistress’s hands by the name of Goddess Aspen Aires. She showed no mercy. He knew it would be a matter of time before she’d collect what was rightfully hers because ALL Black Women deserve reparations from a white like him.
The Humble Beginnings Of Thomas Daly, Blackmail Fantasy Victim #1
Thomas was a high earning investor in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He had prided himself on closing deals and insuring he would always get the biggest return on his investments from himself, his clients, his firm. Thomas, a very influential white man, used his privileges as a white man to further himself into greatest. He is the prototype for “bootstrapping”.
Thomas grew up very poor in a town 50 miles away from the busy city of Baton Rouge. Thomas grew up poor and was often settled in communities where he was surrounded by black residents who were kept into poverty through systemic politically and geographical violence. What helped him make it out was, you guessed it: white skin.
Although, growing up around so many poor black people made him extremely attracted to Black Women, he knew to make it in society, marrying a white woman would be best for image. Thomas lusted daily for Black Women, often frequenting local strip clubs for BDSM acts. Thomas craved to be with Black Women. However, fear of actually losing his position as a white man in society gave him extreme fear. Unhappy with his marriage, he found the only outlet he could: going to strip malls and spoiling hot, young Ebonies.
The Meetings
One night, Thomas had come to his favorite Strip Club in New Orleans. He had recently closed a deal on a large, strip mall property in an transitioning community. Thomas was happy for himself. He was happy for his wallet.
Thomas needed to celebrate this win! As Thomas got closer to the front, he was stopped dead in his track by a beautiful, slim, petite Black woman was standing at the entrance, lighting a weed cigarette. Thomas was in awe of her beauty. Staring at her he noticed how nicely she dressed. The intriguing woman wore leather snake skin thigh high boots, a black leather mini skirt, and an all black long sleeve turtle neck shirt. Her loc’d hair was decorated with silver gems. On her neck and wrist there were diamond Cuban links. He had never seen her here before. Curiosity started to chew at him.
Intense Desire To Start His First Journey Into Blackmail Fantasy
Thomas decided that he would not eye stalk this beautiful black woman all night. She is obviously working here tonight, he thought. However, she was indeed not working there. You see, this particular woman is here to hunt. Unbeknownst to him she had been watching him for weeks. It was now time, to make him her meal. Thomas had no idea he had been being watching all this time. Yet, he would find himself on his knees in his hotel room begging to be with her and tasting her sweet, wet goodness for hours.
The young woman walked to the bar, tipping ladies as she walked. Thomas could tell now that she was no Dancer, she actually was a patron, like him. She was mysterious, majestic, and drop dead gorgeous. Thomas needed to speak to this woman. For the first time in his life, he feared rejection. Thomas made his way to the bar he was even more enamored by her beauty. Not a blemish in site. The heat in his body started to rise. How in the hell is he going to begin his introduction? However, it didn’t matter, she was already on to him.
The Blackmail Fantasy He Never Wanted
“I have been watching you, watch me, Thomas.”
Thomas gulped, how did she know my name.
“I’m not stalking you Thomas, the girls here told me about you. They say you’re quite the big spender down here in New Orleans. Let me buy you a drink.”
Thomas still at a lost for words, finally musters up some sense to speak. “Okay” He said nervously. Yet, relieved that he didn’t have to make an introduction.
As the night went on, Thomas began to order more drinks and spend more money. She had met her mark for the year. She let him spend and spend, drink and drink. Finally, she asked him the question.
“Are you married, Thomas?” she asked him, staring directly in his eyes. He couldn’t lie now.
“Yes, unhappily, to a white woman.” He was very drunk, speaking out of turn and she was about to make her move.
“Come home with me. I can make you forget about her.” She smiled and grabbed Thomas’ hand and they walked toward her car. She stopped and turned to Thomas.
“Of course, we aren’t driving silly, I am just grabbing things out of my car. We are taking an Uber back to my hotel. I’m staying at The Windsor.”
Playground Is Set
When they arrived to her suite, she immediately got aggressive with Thomas. She demanded he take off all of his clothing, while she remained completely clothed like he was the dancer. Thomas was nervous, but could not deny this beautiful Black Goddess in front of him. He needed to do what she said. Thomas stood there nude while she went to the kitchen area of the suite. She grabbed her secret recorder from her purse without Thomas seeing her and pressed record. She began asking Thomas about his marriage.
“So, now that you’re here with me, tell me why you hate your white wife so much.” The mysterious woman prodded.
Thomas began to tell all the grievances he had about being married to his white wife. He went on and on about how much of a bore she is. How Black Women are superior to her. Thomas even went as far to say that if he could disappear his white wife and children to marry a black woman, he would. While that was extreme, he started pouring out more of himself, laying himself completely bare. The irony in that, of course, made the mysterious woman chuckle to death because she knew she was getting all the things she needed. Her vendetta against Thomas and men like him was very personal. She didn’t stop him.
The Brain Melt Is On Thomas
Thomas embarrassingly let out all of his woes to the mysterious beauty that he just met, she commanded him to get on his knees. The woman opened her legs and revealed she was wearing no panties. Thomas obliged, crawling on his knees to taste her. She let him devour her for hours until she orgasmed in his mouth. It’s what he deserved for the information he just gave her. Thomas feasted on her sweet, pussy, never coming up for air. Finally, she had used his mouth enough, she told Thomas to get dressed and it was time for him to leave.
“I thought, you wanted to have sex, at least.” Thomas said confused.
The woman replied non-chalantly “I never said that.” She walked Thomas to the door and kissed him on his cheek. Thanking him for eating her glorious pussy for hours. Thomas was going to let the door shut, but he lodged his foot in between to stop her.
“I don’t even know your name beautiful Ebony Goddess.”
“It’s Aspen, don’t worry, I know where to find you. Meet you at the club same time, next week.” She shut the door on him smiling because she was about to ruin this white bitch and clean him. Yet, he remained completely clueless to her plans. She knew it would be a long year ahead, but someone had to take him down. Only one thing was on her mind: turning him into her blackmail slave. Blackmail for her was a career and Thomas was too easy.
To Be Continued….
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