Ms. Sara Ellsworth was in a great mood. After shoving Maria out the door, she had had the best fucking since that time when she was 14 years old, and she had teased seven of her brother's 18 year old friends into "raping" her. There was something about watching that haughty little bitch take cock that made her horny as all get out. She had even worn out her three studs. She lamented the fact that they weren't very good lovers, but they made up in quantity what they lacked in quality, and, besides, she had picked them because they were safe: not very bright, glad to get sex, and willing to let her be in charge. She was standing in front of a full length mirror in her home, her skin a delicate pink from the shower she had just taken. Looking at her naked form she smiled: she looked good. With her dancer's body and round, firm, if not large, breasts, she knew she was a catch. She sighed and thought about calling one of her boys over for the evening, but decided against it; they were all pretty tired when she had left them. Still, she didn't have to go without. She went over to her dresser and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She turned it on, slid it in until her labia closed over the ends, and then put on a G-String to hold it in place. She sighed as she felt the familiar, pleasant buzzing inside her vagina, and clenched her legs together, orgasming as the image of Maria's tortured face flashed through her mind. She knew she was a nympho, but she figured since she liked it so much, it wasn't a problem. Walking naked, except for the G-String, through her house, she went into her video room and picked out H.O.M. video #16 and put it into her vcr. She sat down on a couch opposite her tv and started the tape, her hand wandering down to her clitorus. As the actors came on the screen, she experienced the second of many orgasms which she was to experience that evening. Saturday she invited all three of her boys over, and they stayed until late that night pleasuring her. She went to sleep satisfied but reluctant to have the evening end, since she would have to do some schoolwork for Monday. Sunday came, and she rolled out of bed, put on her robe, and wandered out to get her sunday paper. Picking it up, she noticed a large brown envelope next to the paper. Frowning with a sense of foreboding, she picked it up along with her paper and, walking inside and shutting the door behind her, dropped both the envelope and the paper on her coffee table. She started her coffee and sat down, picking up the envelope but loathe to open it. Finally she ripped it open and dumped out the contents: a vhs video tape and a folded piece of paper. She unfolded the piece of paper and read, "This Wednesday at 8:00 pm be alone in your home, and leave the door unlocked." It was unsigned. What the hell? she thought. This was insane! Now both curious and fearful, she picked up the tape and headed to her video room. She sucked in her breath and muttered shit as the tape began playing. She watched it through to the end, every minute twisting another knife into her gut. It was a tape of what she had done to Maria. With this tape she could be put in jail for a long time. She was no innocent; she knew blackmail when she saw it. She sighed and shook her head as she rewound the tape and began watching it again. She wondered who had sent the tape and what he or she wanted. Well, she would find out Wednesday, and there was nothing she could do about it now, except hope that whoever had the tape wouldn't turn her in. Monday rolled around and Sara Ellsworth was more subdued than usual, wearing conservative clothes and refraining from flirting with anyone. Teaching her class, she thanked god that Maria had decided not to show up today, and otherwise kept her eye out to see if anyone acted out of character. She didn't notice that anyone, not even her fellow teachers, were acting any different than normal. She was so nervous that she didn't even call upon any of her boys to service her, and she retired to her large house and sat in her bedroom, mulling things over. The more and more she thought about it, the more she hoped it was a man, or some dyke. She was confident that anyone attracted to women would be attracted to her: it had always been that way. She could give them a little taste of what she could do, and, she was sure, after a while they wouldn't be able to do without her--then she would be in control, as always. She hoped. Tuesday she was much more herself, and even called on Sid and Paul to service her. Since the axe had not yet fallen, she was pretty sure it wasn't going to; and she was sure that she could handle any blackmailer to her satisfaction. Wednesday her day was filled with worry and trepidation. It passed quickly and she found herself waiting expectantly and fearfully for someone to walk through her front door. Jim Parker had purposely avoided Ms. Ellsworth for three days, but now he was going to cash in. He parked three blocks away and walked through the darkness to her house, imagining skewering that hot white meat on his dark pole. He approached the front door and continued through, stepping into a large entry room with a couch and several chairs. He saw Sara sitting on the couch, her legs folded under her. She was wearing a simple summer dress which complimented her slim figure and firm legs. Her face was framed by her short brown hair and her large green eyes flashed when they saw him. "So it's you," she said, standing up and facing him, "our snooping janitor." "Yep," Jim said, "now why don't we go somewhere where we can talk business." Glaring at him, she motioned him to follow her into her living room, where she sat down on a cushioned chair and motioned him over to the couch. Things might not go as well as she planned, she thought, seeing in Jim a tough customer. Still, he was a man, and men could be led around by their dicks. Jim sat down on the couch and looked over his prize; boy but he was going to enjoy himself. "What do you want, Mr. Parker," she said sharply. "Well, Sara," he drawled, "I don't want just one thing, I want several things...." "Go on," she interupted. "Well," he continued, "I think right now I'd like $200 cash." He watched, amused, as she stood up stiffly and went down the hall to a back room. She returned with two $100 bills and handed them to him, saying, "Is that all?" "Noooo," he dragged out the word as he put the money into his pocket, "I think that now I want you to take off your clothes." Sara gave a little start. She had expected something like this, in fact had been counting on it, but was taken aback by his bluntness. Without saying a word, she began stripping in a workmanlike fashion, a frown making her pretty face look severe. When she was standing before him naked he said, "Now put your arms over your head and turn around, slowly." He was thoroughly enjoying himself now. He had this cunt right where he wanted her and he was going to take advantage of it. For now he would just give her some good fucking--she'd probably even enjoy it--and save the rough stuff for later; but the rough stuff would come, for he just didn't want to fuck her, he wanted to break her, to make her his very own white slave. "Lay on your back and start diddling yourself, Sara, and make it good," he commanded, smiling. Sara didn't like this, she didn't like it at all. She liked to be in control, but here she was at the mercy of this black son of a bitch. She hoped he at least knew how to fuck so she could salvage something out of this. If he didn't, she would just have to pretend--she knew she could make it so that he wouldn't be willing to give her up. Then maybe she could get that tape from him and then she'd tell him what she really thought of him. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now, so she laid down on the hardwood floor and spread her legs. "Like this?" she asked, running her fingers gently across her labia and rubbing her clit with her other hand. "Ya ya, that's good," Jim said. Boy that cunt sure had a lot of practice rubbing herself, he could tell. Watching her, he began to strip. He could see her watching him, and noticed that the bitch had started getting into it. Well, she was going to get it, all right, he thought as he pulled off his underwear, releasing a thick 8' hard-on. He smiled as he saw her eyes widen at the sight of his cock, "A little bit better than those pansies you've been fuckin', huh bitch?" he laughed and knelt between her legs, knocking her hands away roughly grabbing her mound, jamming two fingers up her twat. She gasped as she felt his fingers force their way into her. She was glad she lubricated up so easily, so it didn't hurt. She hated this, hated being told what to do and called a bitch by a man she didn't choose, but she knew she was going to enjoy it--she couldn't help herself, she was already turned on. She just hoped he knew how to use that monster cock of his. He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he wasn't going to get a dry ride, and fell heavily on top of her, smiling directly into her face. He pressed his cock against her now slick labia and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly, loving the feel of her firm body under his. She opened her mouth for his kiss and eagerly accepted his tongue. The heat of his mouth spread through her body, and his cock rubbing up and down her labia sent tingles up and down her spine. He knew how to kiss, that was for sure, and she began grinding her hips against his, feeling pleasure shoot out from her clitorus as she rubbed it against him. He felt her mouth turn hungry against his, her tongue darting past his into his mouth, her hips grinding against him. He fenced tongues for a minute and then slowly slid his cock into her, hearing her gasp at the penetration. Keeping his lips locked on hers, he began to slowly pound his cock in and out of her, feeling her pussy tight and warm around his shaft. Oh god that was good, she thought as his cock slid into her. She lay there for a minute, gasping out her pleasure into his mouth as he began slowly pounding her with his cock. She came almost immediately, and, ripping her mouth away from his, cried out. She quickly kicked her legs up and wrapped them around the small of his back, and began rocking under him. He felt her cunt spasm around his cock as she came, and bore down when she ripped her face from his and cried out, wrapping her legs around him. _HE_ was fucking her, not the other way around. He had to admit, though, she was one good fuck; no wonder those kids didn't last longer than a minute or two. He bore down, using the full wieght of his body to drive his cock into her, achieving a brutal rhythm with her rocking, shaking body. Oh god he could fuck, she thought, her nails sending furrows across his back as she came again, now grunting in time with his thrusts. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Aaahhhggg!" she went as she came again, beginning to lose contol of her body. She was going wild beneath him, her voice kining as she achieved orgasm after orgasm, her nails digging into his back, her thighs trying to crush his waist, her cunt spasming around his cock, squeezing and milking it until the pressure in his balls boiled over, sending streams of cum into her sucking pussy. He lay on top of her for a minute, feeling his cock soften within her. She had stopped bucking shortly after he came, and was now lying exhausted beneath him. He had waited a long time for this, and she was everything he had dreamed of and more. Rolling off of her, he picked up her dress and wiped off his dick with it. She stared lazily up at him and then rolled onto her elbow and watched him as he dressed. "Is that it, big boy?" she taunted, running her free hand lewdly over her body. "For tonight," he grunted. "Oh, and by the way," he said, pulling out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, "here are some ground rules you had better follow." With that he left, leaving her frowning at the folded piece of paper lying in front of her.