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Mouth of Coercion

... in the darkness with his left hand holding his cell phone to his ear and the other slow-stroking his thick erection. Their conversation continued for several minutes. Brynn looked around the room. His eyes caught the sight of the 5-by-8 picture atop the high dresser. It was some distance away but he believed it to be a family picture. If it was, then he couldn't look at it. No! He didn't want to see the face of the man's wife, the woman that Oscar was betraying. Hell, Brynn was also betraying her! He couldn't look. But, what kind of woman would put up with this kind of man? Maybe he was reputable and upstanding in the eyes of the city, but he was a mouthfucking hedonist in the eyes of his cocksuckers. And hell, what kind of man would talk to his wife and say he loved her while at the same time he had his penis down the throat of a faggot and he was slowly fucking that queer in the mouth? What kind of man? What kind of woman? Curiosity overcame him and he rose and moved toward the tall dresser. He looked to the left-most part of the picture and, yes, just as he expected, he saw Oscar's smiling face with his arm around a smiling woman with great teeth and dark hair and olive skin who must have been his wife. So that was the woman. He felt sorry for her. Her husband said he loved her while he was drilling a faggot's face. Some kind of love that was! Poor woman. If only she knew. He felt guilt rising within him and then realized it was because he was not only cheating with her ...

... husband, but he was also cheating with the father of whatever children were also in the picture. He permitted his eyes to go to the next person, an older male who was probably in his 30's and probably the eldest son. The next faces were probably sons in their mid 20's and two daughters who both wore college jerseys. Then, his eyes went to the very last face in the picture, the face on the furthest right and it literally took his breath away. It was . . . It was . . . It was . . . Miranda! His knees became so weak that he fell back to the bed and sat in confusion. It couldn't be. But it was. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't go through with it. How could he ever let Oscar fuck him in the mouth if he knew that Miranda—his best friend in the world—was Oscar's daughter? He was cheating on her more than anyone. His best friend! He couldn't. He could not go through with it. Yet, he had to or that video would be released. The dilemma was pure hell. Either he betrayed his best friend, a sweet virgin girl, by letting her father fuck him or he ran out of the building and let the video be seen by everyone he didn't want to see it. He couldn't let the video be seen. But, he couldn't just lay down and let that man screw him, not since learning that it was Miranda's father. It was agony. He couldn't decide. But, he HAD to decide. Maybe it was a non-issue since Oscar had already fucked him in the mouth and ejaculated in him the day before. Maybe the damage was already done and could not ...