You panic and grab Ashley by the arm pulling her toward you and yell, "ASHLEY! WAIT, NO, DON'T TAKE MY COFFEE!"
She stumbles and glares at you, "What the hell, Daddy? That hurt!"
Melissa stands up from the table, "! Don't grab your daughter like that!"
You let go as your family looks on angered, "I'm sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress at work. Baby, you know I'd never mean to hurt you."
Ashley slams the travel mug on the table and storms out the door without a word.
You look at Melissa who scowls at you with her arms crossed, she shakes her head in disapproval, turns her back, and walks upstairs. You sit in a chair and slump down. It wasn't a lie. You are under a lot of stress, but it's no reason to lash out, especially at Ashley.
You look at the mug of coffee and raise it in a toast to your humiliation, "This serves me right."
You stay in the chair until you finish every last drop. When your done you wash out the mug and head to work.
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By time you pull into the company parking lot your phone is flashing with a new message.
“, I'm disappointed. If you'd let your lovely daughter take that coffee I would have destroyed two pieces of evidence. However, I guess you deserve some credit for being a responsible father and not putting your cum down her pretty throat. I've seen the way she dresses around the house, so I bet she'd love to add Daddy's load to the knotches on her bed post.
“Anyway, you finished your task, so I went ahead and destroyed a document as you can see in the attached photograph. You’re free for the rest of the day and night, but here’s your task for tomorrow.
“In the morning head to the laundry room. Find the sexiest pair of your wife's dirty panties in the room, put them on, and wear them to work. When you get to work close the door to your office, drop your pants, take a picture, and send it to me. Await further instructions.
“P.S. You’re likely wondering how I know your daughter almost ended up with your coffee. If you know what’s best for your future you’ll stop wondering about it and you won’t search the house for bugs or cameras.”
As you close out the email you're furious about the things the blackmailer said about your daughter and also that your house could be bugged, but at the same time you're slightly relieved. If the best this blackmailer can do is make you wear panties and put cum in your coffee finishing these tasks is going to be easy.
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The rest of the day and night is uneventful. When the alarm goes off the next morning you’re quickly out of bed before Melissa, down the stairs and in the laundry room. There isn’t a door, so you quickly dig through the two laundry baskets on the floor. You pull out two pairs and sniff them to make sure they’d been worn and the scent of pussy tells you they were.
You hold up one pair that you recognize as your wife’s favorite pair of panties. They’re frilly and slightly see through and you’d definitely consider them sexy. You hold up the other pair, a lacy thong, and it seems to be much smaller in size than the other pair and you wonder how she manages to squeeze into those. You also try to recall the last time you saw her wear a thong, but it doesn’t immediately jump to mind. Maybe they’re just a pair that have been kicking around the laundry room for a while. They’re definitely sexy, too, and probably less likely to be missed by your wife. |