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o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Black(maled) - 1 (MF, nc, intr)
BBS Rusty & Eaddies (c) 1989
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ONLY THE BEGINNING?
She stepped out of the elevator at exactly 8:55 Monday
morning. The Vice-President of Finance walked through the
hallways, saying the obligatory hello to everyone she passed.
Her secretary already had a steaming cup of coffee and her
appointment book laid out the desk. After opening her closet,
Ann gazed inside. Last Thursday evening, she was in this same
spot, but for a different reason. Ann reflected on her
behavior and the events of that night. Things had changed
since then. She couldn't put a finger on what was different,
but she had this gut feeling that something was not the same.
"Oh well, I better get to work." she said, talking out
loud to herself.
"I know how you feel. It was all I could do to drag myself
out of bed this morning."
"Please don't sneak up on me like that." Ann told her
secretary.
"Sorry. I'll wait until you've had your coffee, then come
back."
"That's okay Tracy. What do you need?" Ann asked.
"I only wanted to let you know that I scheduled
your appointments for Tuesday and later as best I could. I
figured that if you're anything like me, you wouldn't want
people bothering you the first day after a long weekend.
Today, you only have an 11:30 meeting with Mr. More from
Do-It-Right Janitors. I've already reserved the conference
room. He'll be here to renegotiate the building maintenance
contract. Don't worry about a time limit, you're the only
one on the list for the room all day. Other than him, you're
free to kick back and take it easy."
While stepping to her desk, Ann trembled slightly
when Tracy mentioned the word 'Janitors'.
"Thanks." Ann said and picked up her coffee.
Sitting down, she thought about her weekend. Nothing
went right. Ann got into a fight with her boyfriend and
spent the weekend alone. Within 1 hour after he arrived at
her apartment late Thursday night, they were yelling and
shouting at each other. She gathered that his extensive
business trip wasn't as productive as he would have liked
and it seemed as though he was taking it out on her.
Setting her personal problems aside, Ann began to
work on the reports on her desk, the same reports she was
suppose to complete last Thursday night. Ann looked at her
watch after closing the last folder. It was 11:20. Ann buzzed
Tracy, asked her for a few things, and proceeded next door
to the conference room.
"Here are the files you wanted. There's several
invoices that haven't been paid. Accounting wouldn't
disperse the funds until they have your approval." she told
her boss.
"Thanks Trace." Ann said, opening the files and going
through them.
Mr. More arrived at 11:30 for his appointment.
Tracy was startled by his silent and sudden appearance. He
stood towering over her desk looking for Ann. Eternally the
busy-body and not ever embarrassed, Tracy asked him how tall
he was.
"6 foot 10. And, before you ask, I don't play basketball.
I can think of better ways to work up a sweat." Sam answered
and smiled. Tracy chuckled at his joke then escorted him to
the conference room. Knocking once on the closed door, she
followed Sam inside.
"Mr. More, this is Ann Sutter, our Vice President of
Finance. Can I get you anything before you start your
meeting?" Tracy asked.
"Coffee, black, will be just fine dear." Sam said and
took a seat across from Ann at the large conference table.
Tracy couldn't help but notice the astonished look on
Ann's face when she saw Mr. More. Her boss was also turning
a bright red and suddenly became very nervous. Ann's reaction
to the large man was similar to her own, but Tracy doubted v
the fuck up!" Sam hollered.
Ann ran to the phone on her right and was about to
hit the intercom button, when his massive hands grabbed her
small wrist.
"It'd be a shame to break your arm. Now, sit still and
behave yourself." he said and walked her back to the chair.
"I don't know what you THINK you're going to accomplish,
but you just made the biggest mistake of your life buster! My
secretary will be back, and when she walks through that door,
I'm going to scream my head off."
"Like you did the other night? You'd better look
at those first!"
Sam produced a white envelope from his jacket and threw
it at her, causing Ann to jump. She picked it up from her la
and looked inside. What she saw made her heart stop and her
face turn white with horror. It was a stack of pictures.
Pictures he had somehow taken in her office last Thursday!
She only got a look at the top one when there was a soft knock
on the door and Tracy came in, carrying a tray with two cups
and a pot of coffee on it.
"I'll set this down here and then make sure you're not
disturbed."
"Thank you...Tracy? It is Tracy, right?" Sam asked her.
"Yes sir, Mr. More."
"Well Tracy, as you can see, we have a lot of things
to go over, so I'm glad you brought the whole pot. Thank you."
"You're welcome sir." Tracy said and left.
"What's this all about? How did you get these?" Ann
asked after they were alone.
Sam swung Ann's chair around so she was facing him and
glared at her. Ann cringed in fear at his imposing figure.
When he did speak, Sam's deep voice was evenly pitched and
foreboding .
"Never mind! It's too late for that. Right now, if I
were you, I'd be more concerned about other people seeing
these. Your boyfriend for instance, or the members of the
Board of Directors. What do you think they'd do after seeing
these?" Sam said and paused while she mulled it over.
Ann knew she'd be ruined if anyone ever saw them.
The one picture she did look at, showed her laying on top
of Sam, passionately kissing and making love to him. She
didn't need to see the others.
"Now pay attention, Ann, because I'm not going to repeat
myself. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together.
You will doanything I want, any time I tell you! Do I make
myself clear? If you don't, I'll make sure every member on
the Board of Directors of this company, plus your boyfriend,
get their own personal copy of those pictures."
"Okay, how much do you want?" Ann asked him.
"First, I think you should reconsider the contract."
Sam told her and stood up straight again.
Fishing it out of the folders, Ann quickly read it.
After scribbling some notes on it, she held the contract out
to Sam.
"There! That's double the amount and it's for three
years, not one!"
"That's pretty generous, but I'm more interested in what
you have!"
Ann took off her rings, bracelet, watch, necklace, and
earrings.
"This isn't strip poker. Keep going!"
Ann looked at him incredulously as it finally dawned on
her what he had in mind. He couldn't possibly expect her to
have sex with him! Last week was a mistake and she certainly
wasn't about to make the same one twice, especially since he
was blackmailing her.
Sam saw what she was thinking about by the look in her
eyes. Still standing in front of her, he slowly and
deliberately undid his pants.
"If you're afraid of someone barging in, I'll settle
for a blow job!"
"WHAT! YOU'RE CRAZY! NO WAY!"
"Don't piss me off or I swear you'll see copies of
those picture s plastered on every bulletin board in Hell,
I'll even let you pick which one you want."
"WAIT A MINUTE! There's got to be over a dozen
pictures in there!"
"Only nine. I gave you the first three last Thursday,
remember?"
"You want me to have sex with you nine times!"
"Only eight, if you blow me right now."
"How will I know you gave me all the copies? How do I
know you don't have more? How do I know you're not lying?
"You don't!" Sam said flatly to emphasize she had no
say in the matter.
It was Thursday all over again. Ann couldn't bring
herself to suck him off, but she couldn't refuse either.
The pictures he had would destroy everything she worked for
since graduating from college. She closed her eyes, wishing
she were somewhere else. When she opened them again, Sam's
cock was closer to her face. She saw it twitch and wanted
to turn away, but he already grabbed her head and was
holding still.
Sam looked down and gradually pulled her to his
crotch. Her hair, rubbing against his dick, felt soft and
cool. He moved his hips side to side and watched as his
dick combed through her blonde curls while her forehead was
scraped by the lowest part of his zipper. He then began
pumping his hips and saw his ebony cock bury itself in her
golden mane, growing harder and longer with each stroke.
Sam easily straddled her chair and pinned Ann against the
back cushion.
"Time to play slut. That's what I'm going to say from
now on. When you hear me call you a slut, that means you
do what I tell you to do and you don't stop until I say so!
No questions and no bitching! Just do it!"
Ann meekly shook her head in agreement, but didn't say
anything.
"When I ask you a question slut, you better answer me.
What's it going to be?" Sam asked to make sure she was
listening.
"Okay. I won't argue." Ann replied.
"Not good enough! I want to hear you say you'll be a
slut when I tell you to be one."
Ann resigned to give him what he wanted to get the
pictures. She had no other choice. Whatever he wanted her
to do, she would have to do it. For the moment, all he
wanted was a blow job. All she had to worry about was not
making him mad. After he left, she could try and figure
out a way of getting the pictures from him, but not right
now.
"I'll be your slut. Whatever you want, I'll do it and
I won't argue with you." Ann told him.
"That's more like it. Now open your mouth and suck my
cock slut!"
Sam bent his knees and shoved his still growing dick
at Ann's face. When it touched her lips, she opened her
mouth. She was cooperating better than he expected. The
bonus of having his contract doubled was a welcome surprise
also. He'd have to make sure she didn't change that.
When Ann felt his prick touch her lips, she didn't stop
it from entering her mouth. Instead, she opened her mouth
as best she could and allowed him to push it in. He was
forcing her to do it, but he couldn't force her to enjoy it
like Ann did last Thursday.
Sam noticed the way she was obediently allowing him
fuck her mouth. This was fine, but it wasn't great. He
wanted her to act like she did last week. It didn't matter
though. His cock was so huge, that the friction alone would
get him off. Sam started to fuck her face, making the chair
rock with each thrust, and soon her lips were sliding back
and forth over his dick. In a short while, the conference
room filled with the sounds of the attractive blonde's mouth
wetly and noisily being fucked by Sam's cock. The slurping
and smacking noise of Ann's lips mingled with the creaking
clamor made by the springs in her chair as Sam relentlessly
plunged his gigantic cock in and out of her mouth.
"If m the added pressure of her lips around his dick,
he began to fuck her mouth more rapidly. Her head was driven
against the chair and her mouth slid farther down his cock
every time he thrust at her. All Ann could see was the blurry
twinkle of his zipper as his cock swiftly penetrated and
withdrew from between her lips. She was getting a headache
from the pounding he gave her, but she wasn't about to
loosen her lips. When the spongy head of his cock bumped
against her tonsils, she heard Sam grunt loudly. He did this
several times and sounded like he was enjoying the discomfort
it caused Ann. When he finally did force his prick beyond her
tonsils, she started choking.
Sam stopped moving when his cock fucked into Ann's
throat. He couldn't believe how tight and warm she was. This
was just as good as fucking her cunt, and that was damn good.
Sam was real glad he decided to use the pictures against her.
When he first thought of it, he wasn't sure if he could do it.
Now, he was absolutely sure he could. Ann was born to be a
slut, she just didn't realize it yet. By the time he was done
with her though, she'd know it and she would never be the same.
Because Sam's cock was 11 inches long, there was still
plenty of his dark shaft protruding from Ann's mouth. Staring
at her contorted face from a bove with a satisfied grin, he
kept her head pinned against the chair with one hand and
masturbated the base of his dick with the other.
"Yeah! In your fucking throat! You hear that! My cock is
in your throat! GET READY! HERE IT COMES! SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW
ALL MY CUM! SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Sam howled and
came.
Ann was frantically gasping for air. She was gagging,
wiggling, kicking and squirming in the chair beneath him. When
his cum did start shooting, her convulsions got more violent
as her stomach tried to vomit the sperm he was forcing her to
drink.
After he finished coming, Sam deliberately took his time
pulling his cock out of her throat and mouth. Finally able to
breath, Ann inhaled and exhaled deeply. Stepping back and
placing his dick back in his pants, Sam noticed a small trail
of cum dripping down the side of her mouth. Ann was beginning
to get her color back, but it was still difficult for her to
swallow. Her throat was irritated from being enlarged by his
dick, but at least her stomach had stopped wrenching.
"Not bad. You were better last week though. Straighten
yourself out. We're going to your office to discuss a couple
of other things."
Ann didn't argue with him. After wiping her mouth and
making herself presentable, she picked up everything from the
conference room table and followed Sam out the door. Relieved
to see that it was noon and everyone was at lunch, Ann marched
into her office, Sam closing the door behind her. She sat down
at her desk and waited for Sam to speak his peace.
"See, that wasn't so bad. Now you get one picture. Which
one will it be?"
Ann couldn't answer him. She didn't want to look
at the photographs, but knew she better.
"Don't worry. Take your time and look them over. I'm
in no hurry. By the way, that envelope is your's to keep. Call
it a memento if you want. You know, you're real sexy when you
dress up. Ever do any modeling? I'll bet you could be good at
it. Maybe not as good as you're doing here, but all the same,
it's nice to have something to fall back on in case the
unexpected comes up." Sam said sarcastically.
While he was talking, Sam idly walked around her office,
looking at all her diplomas and certificates hanging on the
walls. He then opened her closet and saw the familiar flight
bag. Pulling it out and setting it down on the couch, he
examined the clothes inside. They were the same outfits he
saw last week.
Ann was too busy and mortified flipping through hem was
that you could see she clearly enjoyed what the two of them
were doing. It was impossible for her to determine which
picture was the more incriminating. All of them were. She was
going to try and appeal to him to change his mind when she
noticed he had the flight bag out and was rummaging through
all her clothes.
"I know some women that would kill for these things.
Decide which picture you want?"
"Listen, I..." Ann stuttered, lost for words
"Can't pick? I had a hard time too. They all look good.
I didn't think you would be able to make up your mind, so I
took the liberty of bringing one. Here!" Sam said and threw
a large envelope from his suit jacket on her desk.
Inside, were seven thinner envelopes. Five of them
were addressed, one to every member on the Board of
Directors, and two envelopes had no writing. All of them had
an index card stapled on top of a picture. Each picture was
the same and every card had the same typed note. It read;
Ann Sutter
29 year old Single Female
Blond e Hair, Green Eyes, 5' 5", 105 lbs. I am a
business woman during the day and a slut at night. My cunt
gets wet just thinking about going to adult bookstores or XXX
theaters and fucking as many people as I can find. I love
double or triple fucking. I love surprise gang bangs the most.
I love being held down or tied up as group of men or women
violently fuck every hole I have till I pass out. I love
being ordered to kneel in front of a group of people and
forced to suck the cum out of any cock or cunt that is
shoved in my mouth. I always wear nylons, garter belt, and
sexy high heels when I go out. All my skirts and dresses are
short. My tits are firm and easily excitable. I have long
slender legs and a very slim waist. My warm blonde cunt, small
tight ass, and wet hungry mouth are always available after
work. I don't care about age, color, or size. I AM NOT LOOKING
FOR MONEY! I am looking for anyone who seriously wants to use
me. I AM A SLUT! (Address and phone are on the back of the
picture.)
Ann quickly turned the picture over. Her name, the
company address and phone number, even her extension, were
hand written on the back. It was now imperative for Ann get
every copy Sam made of these. She could not allow him to keep
a single one.
Though she knew the note was totally preposterous and
a bold face lie, the picture below it would prove otherwise
to anybody else. It showed that she was not only able, but
also that Ann was very willing to do precisely everything the
sensational note said. There was no evidence of her being
forced or threatened to perform what she was doing in the
picture. In fact, of the two people in the photograph, Ann
was the only one who was vigorously doing anything. Even her
own eyes could not deny seeing the expression of absolute
sexual pleasure that was on her face when the camera took the
snapshot.
In the polaroid, Ann was kneeling over Sam. His face
could not be seen, but her's was. She was wearing a garter
belt, nylon stockings, and high heels, just like the note said
she always dressed. Nothing else obstructed the view of her
lean and attractive body. Ann was aiming Sam's gigantic cock
right at her face as she fucked her pussy on the toes of his
feet. The excited nipples of both her breasts were poking
against the middle of his thighs while she expanded her
mouth to form a large circle directly above his dick. Her
beautiful face was splattered with fresh blotches of cum. A
large stream of it was overflowing from her filled mouth.
There was one thick strand of sperm vulgarly stretching
from her tongue and Sam's dick. Both her hands and his cock
were covu got any more clothes like these?"
"No."
"Every time we meet, I want you in a different outfit
with lots of leg and tit showing. You'll be getting a list
of special things I want you to pick up too. I don't care
where you get them, but you better have them when I call."
"When will that be?"
"I don't know, but you'll only have one hour to get
dressed and meet me when I do."
"What if I'm out of the office?"
"That's your problem, not mine. If you have to go out
of town, you better let me know ahead of time. By the way,
what's your home phone number?"
"I won't let you call me at home! NO! Not at home!"
Sam got off the couch and slowly stepped up to her
desk. Ann, imagining he was going to beat her up or some-
thing like that, leaped out of her chair and ran to the
opposite side of the desk he was standing at. Sam reached
down and grabbed all the envelopes he had just given her.
"You're back up to nine visits! Unless you want me
to mail these, you better give me your home phone number.
It's your last fucking warning."
Ann rattled off her number.
"If you ever, and I mean EVER, say no again, I'll
personally deliver these and tell everybody that you asked
me to talk them into fucking you just like I did! Do you
understand?"
"Please don't! I do anything! Please!" Ann apologized.
"Here," Sam said, grabbing his contract, "I'll drop
this off on your secretary's desk. Remember, you say no to
me again and I'll be the least of your worries. See you
round slut." Sam said and left.
For the balance of the afternoon, Ann was a nervous
wreck. She had seriously misjudged the man who discovered
her last Thursday and was going to suffer for that mistake.
She discretely inquired about him, trying to find out if
he was honest in business affairs. The responses she got
were vague or of no help. Not many of the people she
talked to even knew who Sam was. By the time 5 o'clock came,
Ann was more than prepared to go home.
Entering her apartment, she heard the phone ringing.
Sam, her boyfriend was calling. They chatted pleasantly
for a few minutes, each disregarding their fight over the
weekend, and made arrangements to meet for dinner on
Wednesday. Ann asked if it was possible for him to come
over tonight, but he was tied up with work. After they
said goodbye, she was locking her front door when the phone
rang again. She heard the caller say "It's Sam", and her
response was to ask if he could come over right away.
"If you really want me to, I will."
"What do you want?" Ann asked harshly when she
realized it wasn't her boyfriend at the other end of the
phone.
"I know you don't like me or like what I'm doing, but
who gives a flying fuck? I don't! But, you better quit
talking to me in that tone of voice. Right now, I'm the
last person on earth you want to piss off. I was only
checking to make sure you gave me the right phone number
and not some phony one."
"How long is this going to go on?"
"Well, you owe me nine visits. I figure..."
"No, I mean when will the last call be?" Ann asked,
trying to keep her voice calm.
"If you're that anxious, let's meet day after tomorrow."
"No, I can't make it. I..." Sam cut her off.
"Did you say no?" Sam asked, then suddenly hung up the
phone.
When the line went dead, it was as though someone had
shot her. Ann wanted to cry out. She could imagine Sam on
his way to the nearest mail box. By the end of the week,
she'd be fired, loose her boyfriend, and be totally
disgraced. If he mailed the pictures tonight, they'd
probably be delivered by Wednesday. The Board members
would talk among themselves Thursday and on Frida a
prevailing business practice for layoffs, but in the past,
it was used as an appalling scheme to ruin the individual
reputation of someone unfairly fired merely to justify
managements conduct. Ann imagined the same thing would
happen to her and there was nothing she could do about it.
A week from now, everyone at work would think she was
nothing but a cock starved slut willing to spread her legs
for anyone who wanted to fuck her.
Ann's boyfriend might call after he got the pictures.
Then again, he might not. She preferred he come over so
she could explain everything to him face to face, but she
just didn't know how he'd handle seeing her in all those
pictures making passionate love to a black man. She was
certain that he'd terminate their relationship, but she at
least wanted the opportunity to tell him the truth of what
occurred and why he got the pictures in the first place.
She decided to call him at the office now, before he got
the pictures, and reached for the phone.
Almost jumping out of her skin when the phone rang
as she touched it, Ann was hoping it was her blackmailer,
and not her boyfriend.
"You change your mind yet, or do I pay a visit to
some people you know?" Sam said.
"Please! I'll do whatever you want! Honest! Anything
at all!" Ann answered quickly.
"I'll call Wednesday and have the stuff from the list
I sent!"
Ann flopped down in the chair next to the phone.
There was nothing she could do, she had to meet Sam
whenever and wherever he wanted. She also had to come up
with an excuse to break her dinner date with her boyfriend.
He would ask all sorts of questions and she didn't want to
think about that right now. She'd rather have him angry at
her for breaking a date than seeing him go crazy because
of those pictures. Relieved that Sam did call back and
give her another chance, Ann poured herself an unusually
potent drink to calm down. Even though she rarely drank,
she needed something to help her relax. This whole
predicament was causing her to come apart at the seams.
After gulping down three tall glasses of straight whiskey,
she was more dizzy than calm. She had to get her mind off
of her situation. Ann noticed her mail laying by the front
door and decided to go through it. Even thinking about
bills or reading junk mail would be better than sitting
there tormenting herself.
Her mail did contained some bills and a letter.
Opening the letter, she knew right away it was from her
blackmailer. Sam was so sure of himself, that he mailed
it last Friday. This emphasized how naive Ann truly was
and it frightened her more. The letter was a single page
with a list. It was the list of items Sam wanted her to
get.
Dresses or Skirts (10, sexy and show a lot of
leg & tit)
High Heels (10, 4" heels)
Stockings (any color) NO PANTYHOSE!!!
Garter Belts (10, the sexy kind)
Handcuffs (2 wrist & 2 ankle)
Rope (10' long, 1/2" thick)
Dog Collar
Dildo (2, 10" long vibrating kind if they have it)
Vibrating Egg (battery operated & remote control)
K-Y Jelly (2 tubes)
She put the list down. The clothes were no problem.
Dressing up like she did last week, made her feel seductive
and also brought back delightful memories of when she would
dress up as a little girl. Ann was really horrified about the
other things on the list though. She then realized she
wouldn't have much time to go shopping if she was suppose
to have everything by Wednesday. Looking at her watch, she
saw that it was 7 o'clock. She'd have to go to a clothing
store, shoe shop, and pet store. Ann knew she'd also have to
go to a sex shop, and cringed. Downing a fourth glass of
whiskey and grabbing her keys, Ann left her a partment and
drove to the nearest shopping mall.
Once inside, Ann locatedions available. If Sam intended
her to wear one of these, she would pick the most unobtrusive
one she could find. Checking them over, she found one she
liked best. It was thin and black, almost like an elegant
choker, with a silver name plate opposite the buckle. It
didn't look like a dog collar at first glance and that's why
she bought it.
Ann then went to several shoe stores before finding one
that had a large choice of high heels. The only man in the
store waited on her diligently, measuring her foot and
getting all the styles and colors he had to offer. He sat on
the stool in front of her and slipped on every pair as though
her feet were made of glass. She thought the guy was insane
until she saw his bulging pants and a little wet spot near
his zipper. With a devilish grin and feeling the effects of
the whiskey, Ann held her leg out to him and asked what he
thought of the red pair of heels she had on.
The clerk was trying to avoid her eyes, but not her legs.
With Ann's foot almost in his face, he was able to see clear
up her skirt. He asked her to switch so he could check the
other foot. When she held it up, he looked like he was
checking the fit of the straps that went around her ankles.
Ann thought she was depraved for teasing the man, but
it excited her to know that his dick was growing rigid from
just touching and looking at her legs. Pretending that the
shoes didn't feel right, she asked him to check the instep of
each foot and parted her slender legs. The clerk sighed and
placed his hands on her foot. Not once did he look at her
instep. His gaze went between her thighs. Ann got more risque
and opened her legs slightly further. She noticed the wet
spot in the man's pants was getting larger and the bulge was
getting bigger.
Thinking about what she was doing, and before she got
herself into more trouble, Ann said that she had to get
going and told the clerk she'd take 9 pairs of high heels.
Two pairs of black, and one pair of white, blue, red,
brown, gold, silver and a multi-color pair. The man offered
to carry the shoes out to her car for her, but she politely
declined his help.
While slowly walking to her car because of the whiskey,
Ann thought of Sam's list and speculated how mad he would be
if she didn't have all the things when they met.
"After all, you didn't give me much time.", she said
out loud. "He'll understand, won't he?" Then, she recalled
one of his comments, "That's your problem, not mine!", it
echoed through her brain. "No, he'll be furious." Ann said
drunkenly to herself. "We already fucked once and I sucked
you off twice, not to mention I wrote up a new contract.
You have nothing to loose, while my ass is still on the
line. I guess I only have one day to get the rest of the
stuff."
Buying the clothes would take some time. She couldn't
do it during lunch. She had an appointment tomorrow she had
to keep. She'd have to buy them tomorrow night. But, when
could she get the other things. It would be either after the
clothes tomorrow or right now. Normally, Ann took pride in
the fact that she never procrastinated. She considered hard
and long about doing it now. She knew the only place to buy
the other items on the list was at a sex shop and she didn't
want to go to one in her condition. Thinking again about
what Sam could do to her with those pictures, Ann decided it
was best to get it over with.
Driving cautiously out of the mall parking lot, she
headed toward the part of town where she knew the sex shops
were located. Always feeling uneasy about just looking at
them, Ann never thought she'd have the nerve to walk into
one so she drove around until she spotted a store that looked
empty. Then, being too embarrassed and drunk to park her car
suddenly surrounded by darkness. She couldn't see anything,
but she did hear the voice of a women of wailing noisily.
Trying to get her bearings and feeling more dizzy, Ann walked
toward the only light she could distinguish and stumbled into
another door. Thinking this was the way to the front of the
store, she pushed and opened it.
Ann gasped and stood still with a dumfounded look on
her face. There was a man was masturbating inside of the
small cubicle she just opened and she had hit his arm with
the door knob. His rigid dick was sticking straight out of
his pants and pointed at her when he turned around to see
who barged in on him. He also had a dumfounded look on his
face, but didn't try to hide himself. Both of them stayed
this way for a few seconds, Ann gazing wide eyed at his
dick while he looked her body over. The man then reached
out and pulled Ann into the booth, closing the door behind
her. She couldn't take her eyes off his dick and let him
to tug her closer.
"You like it? Here, rub it a little." he said then
took her hand and wrapped it around his cock.
When she didn't remove her hand, the man started to
lift her skirt. Ann was too astonished to say or do
anything. She just stood there with his cock in her hand
and kept gawking at it. She saw his hands pull her skirt up,
but she didn't move. The man didn't believe his luck. An
attractive blonde walked in on him and was now gripping
his dick. He had dreamed about this, but never thought it
would actually happen. He wasn't going to spoil the
opportunity with small talk so he started doing everything
she'd permit him to do.
He located the button and zipper to her skirt, un-did
them, and let it fall to the floor. She still didn't say
anything. He saw that she wasn't wearing anything under her
skirt but pantyhose and grinned at her. Then, placing one
hand on her ass, he put his other one between her thighs and
began stroking her pussy. Ann knew she should have done
something, but didn't. The man's hand rubbed her for a
while as they stared into each other's eyes and then she
heard him rip a whole in her pantyhose. When his fingers
made direct contact with her damp pussy, her hand gripped
more firmly around his dick and her lips opened in a sigh.
Taking this as a gesture from her that it was okay to keep
on going, he turned her around to face the wall.
"Spread your legs and bend over a little so I can fuck
you." the man whispered into her ear and pushed her feet
apart.
The next thing Ann felt was his dick slithering it's
way between her silky legs and pushing against her
vulnerable and exposed pussy. Her mind told her to move,
it told her to cry out at him, it told her to do many
things, but her body disregarded it all. She felt his hands
tightly grip her hips and then his cock suddenly pierce into
her pussy. She moaned loudly and bit her lower lip. Holding
still for a moment, the man behind her then began fucking
her savagely, as though he hadn't had sex in years. Each
vigorous stab of his cock brought another loud moan from
Ann. Her pussy was so surprisingly sopping wet in such a
short period of time that he was fucking her with the full
length of his cock by the third plunge. Her loud moans and
his grunting mixed with the sounds being made by the video
on the screen above her head.
Ann was so excited by this anonymous fuck that she
began to respond almost as quickly as the man behind her.
She thrust and wiggled her ass at him, matching the force
that he used to fuck her. When his hands left her hips and
went under her blouse to pinch her sensitive nipples through
the lacy bra she had on, Ann let out a louder moan. She
could feel his testicles bouncing against the inside of her
upper thighs, and every once in a while hit her clit, as
they continued to fuck each other at a frenzied pace. The
noise his body made, colliding incessantly against her firm
and nylon covered rear, was resounding off the wood panel
walls of the small booth and sounded like someone was
clapping. Abruptly, Ann could feel his dick expand and
discharge. It throbbed into her. His sperm sent a warm
feeling throughout her body as she gripped his dick with her
pussy, trying to keep him inside her, and was about to
climax herself.
"Don't move. Stay just like that." the man said and
pulled out of her.
Ann didn't know they weren't alone. The man's friend
was also there. He saw her go into his buddy's booth and
quietly stood by and watched the two of them fuck. When the
first man finished with her, he stepped aside and let his
friend take over.
"You want to fuck some more?" the new man asked.
In her excited and drunken state, she eagerly shook
her head yes. She was very close to orgasm when the man
behind her stopped and she wanted to keep fucking if he was
able to. Ann had no idea it was a different man that was
going to fuck her.
"Reach down and put my cock in your pussy." the new
man said.
Ann fumbled between her legs and found his dick.
Grabbing it, she pulled him up to her pussy and thrust back
at him.
"I'm going to stand still and let you fuck me." the
man told her.
Ann began fucking herself back at him, his cock going
farther into her pussy this time. She didn't remember his dick
being so fat, but it didn't stop her from enjoying it. She
kept fucking him, getting closer to the orgasm she wanted so
badly. Forgetting where she was, Ann started to cry out.
"PLEASE, don't just stand there! FUCK! Fuck my cunt!
HURRY! Fuck me! I'm almost there! Please! FUCK ME!" she
yelled.
The new man began pumping violently into her. The
loudest moan yet came from Ann's throat and she clasped
her pussy tighter around his cock. The two of them fucked like
untamed animals while the first man watched. Ann's initial
climax sent her body into a spasm and was quickly followed by
another. She wildly shook her head and screamed at the man to
fill her pussy with his cum and fuck her faster. The second
man did as she reached her third straight orgasm and cried out
about how much she loved his cock.
After pulling his dick out of her and stepping back,
both men looked at Ann. They decided that before she came back
to her senses, they should leave. They zipped up and walked
out, leaving the booth door wide open.
Gaining some of her composure and returning to semi
normal, Ann turned around to look at the stranger who had just
admirably fucked her twice.
"OH GOD!" she screeched when she saw that she was alone
in the booth and the door was open with different man glaring
at her from outside.
She quickly pulled her skirt down. Totally embarrassed,
Ann didn't know what to do. Swiftly composing herself, she
picked up her purse and looked at the man. In a business like
manner, she shrugged off the event like it never happened and
asked if he could point the way to the front of the store. She
saw his eyes gazing at her legs and felt further embarrassed.
The two loads of cum were running out of her pussy and pouring
down the inside of her thighs. Any moment now, the sperm would
rush past her knees to her ankles.
"Fuck me first, then I'll show you how to get up front."
the man said.
"I need to get some things. Okay? When I'm done." Ann
lied as fast as she could.
The man said he'd be waiting when she was ready and
showed her to the front, staying by the booth area as she
walked up the isles of magazines to the counter. The kid behind
the counter saw her come out from the back and was surprised.
Besides being pretty, she was alone. He fell all over himself
trying to wait on her.
"Can I help you with anything?" he asked her.
Ann swallowed her pride and suffered the humiliation she
was going through. She grabbed Sam's list from her purse
"Here's a nice set of metal ones. They're real easy to
lean off when you're done using them. Now, what kind of dildos
you want? We got a big selection." he said.
"The two largest and, if they vibrate, that would be
better." Ann replied without thinking of what she just said.
The clerk walked over to the next counter and pulled
out the largest one in there. It was 36 inches high and
shaped like a man's fist and forearm. He dropped it on the
counter in front of her.
"Think you can fuck this?" he chuckled.
Ann nearly fainted at the sight of the thing he was
talking about.
"My God! Not that! Don't you have something smaller,
say 10 inches?"
"Damn lady! If you can fuck 10 inches, how about
stepping in the office? I'm sure between me and couple of
those guys, we can give you 10 inches of real cock, not this
rubber shit!" the clerk said blatantly so everyone could hear.
Ann got furious. Even in her drunken state, she knew
Sam was blackmailing her and she had to put up with that,
but she didn't have to stand there and be humiliated by a
pimple-faced college kid.
"Listen asshole! You weren't hired to insult me so
shut your f ilthy mouth and just tel l me if you have what I
asked for." she yelled at him.
With a renewed self confidence, she asked if he had any
K-Y Jelly. He pointed out a box at the other end of the
counter without saying a word and went to get the dildos she
wanted.
Ann grabbed two tubes and walked back to the cash
register, putting them on the counter and looked at the
dildos he put there. They both looked like the real thing,
mushroom head, veins, and all.
"These are 12 inches, but the black one vibrates. That
okay? All we have is a brown and black. We're suppose to get
some more tomorrow if you don't like these." the clerk
politely said.
"I guess they're okay. What do I owe you?"
While he checked the prices, she looked to see if the
other men were looking at her. All of them were gone.
"The total is $120.95 Will that be cash or charge?" he
asked.
"Charge." she said and got her card out.
"I'll need to see your drivers license and a home phone
number too please."
"Here's my drivers license and by law, I'm not required
to give you my phone number. You can verify my credit without
it." she told him.
The clerk took her credit card and license over to the
phone and called in for an approval, not arguing with her
about the phone number. He also wrote her name and address on
a separate piece of paper while he was on the telephone.
After he verified her purchase amount and bagged every-
thing, Ann left the same way she came in. This time, she
stayed away from any doors that had red lights on above them.
Just as she put the key in her car door, she felt a hand on
her shoulder and heard a man's voice speaking to her.
"Thought you'd sneak out on me uh?"
Ann turned and saw he was not alone. There were three
men behind him. She started talking as fast as she could as
they all closed in on her.
"Listen, I'm not here for myself. I came here for a
girlfriend of mine. I was only doing her a favor, really! You
can call her if you want! Please, leave me alone." she
pleaded.
"Does your girlfriend always ask you to fuck strangers?"
he asked her.
The men formed a circle around her car door, trapping Ann
in the middle. The look of lust in their eyes told her she had
better hurry if she wanted to get away from these men.
"Honest, I was buying this stuff as a wedding present
for my girlfriend! You know, as a joke!" she said nervously
trying to unlock her car door.
One of them snatched the paper bag from her hands and
pulled out a dildo.
as the one who pulled her into the booth when she first
walked in. The man standing in front of her then shoved her
against the car door and pushed his hand up her skirt,
driving it between her thighs and ramming a finger in her
pussy.
"Well young lady, you want to fuck out here or in your
car?"
Ann didn't believe what was going on. Not just with
these men, but with everything that had been happening to
her since last Thursday. She was beginning to think that
somebody or something was causing all this trouble. But, she
was bound and determined t o work out each problem as they
came along. Like her business decisions, she would examine
the situation and facts, and then take the appropriate action.
She was too late. While she was thinking about her
problems, the men had laid her out on the ground of the
brightly lit parking lot. They had even ripped opened her
blouse, bra, and skirt without her realizing it. Her legs
were being lifted high and held apart by two of the men, as
another held her hands above her head and covered her mouth.
A fourth man dropped his pants and knelt down between her
spread legs. He put his hands on her tits, pressing all his
weight on them, then plunged his cock into her vagina. As the
man proceed to savagely fuck her, the others cheered him on.
She was more embarrassed than she had ever been in her
life. She didn't feel that she was being humiliated or
degraded, but she felt embarrassed. Ann was actually getting
turned on by what the men were doing to her. She was enjoying
the way they held her so she couldn't move. She liked hearing
their remarks about her body. She loved how violently the man
was penetrating and stretching her pussy with his cock.
Shamelessly, Ann didn't try to cry out for help or fight them
off. She even anxiously waited for them to fuck her in ways
she was never fucked before.
After the first man quickly came inside her, he
unceremoniously got up, let one of the other men get between
her legs, and walked away. By now, the other men saw they
didn't need to hold her anymore. She kept her own legs apart
and hands above her head while the second man fucked her.
When he also quickly came, he did the same thing, but first he
wiped his slimy cock off on her legs and then walked away.
The third man told her to get on her hands and knees, then he
fucked her from behind, squeezing and twisting her tits the
whole time. When he came and pulled out, Ann immediately
rolled over on her back and lewdly opened her legs again. Her
pussy was swollen to twice its normal size and matted with
cum. Standing above her and looking down, the last man had
different ideas.
"I'm not sticking my dick in that mess. Suck my cock you
fucking slut!" he yelled.
His words and the tone of voice he used made something
snap inside her. Ann's whole body acted as though it were on
auto-pilot and she suddenly had a deep desire to suck the
man's dick.
She scrambled up to kneel in front of him. Without being
told, she opened his pants and pulled them down. Ann then
leaned forward and sucked his already hard cock into her
mouth, groaning as her lips encompassed it. Her tongue swirled
and licked around the spongy head as she began propelling her
head back and forth. Something told her she had to improve.
She sucked firmer on the cock and gradually took more of it
into her mouth until it was pressing against her tonsils.
Letting it rest there, she licked the shaft and clamped her
lips snugger around it. Ann then felt a pair of hands at the
back of her head. Once again, something told her to try harder.
Inhaling deeply through her nose, she let the man's
hands drag her face forward, the cock deliberately sroat her
first cock. The novelty and excitement of being able to this
filled her with pride. When the man's hands released her
head, she shook it and buffed her nose into the crotch of
the man she was sucking. Feeling the need for more air, Ann
slowly backed away until the cock head was only in her mouth.
When she was set, her face came forward and the dick
penetrated her throat again. She kept doing this until she
was able to breath without a problem and then did it quicker,
all the time using her tongue to lick the underside of the
cock as it pulled out. Ann then started to moan like crazy
over her new found skill. Suddenly and vice-like, hands held
her head in place and the cock went racing into her throat.
It throbbed and then she felt the discharge of cum in her
throat as the man came.
This triggered a different auto-pilot. Her hands
automatically went between her legs. While the fingers of
her right hand rubbed firmly against her clitoris, she
shoved two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. Ann was
having one explosive orgasm after another drinking the cum
from the cock in her throat and frantically finger-fucking
herself.
When the man finished coming, he pulled his dick out
of her mouth, wiped it dry with her curly blonde hair and
zipped up. He then noticed that her mouth was still open
and that she was stroking and fucking herself with her
fingers. He looked around and spotted the paper bag on the
ground by her car. Grabbing both the dildos and a pair of
cuffs from it, he first handcuffed Ann's wrists in front
of her. She didn't skip a beat and was rattling the chains
on the cuffs as she continued to fuck herself with her
fingers. Next, he positioned the brown dildo between her
lips and slowly pushed it in her mouth until he saw her
neck swell up. With closed eyes, Ann eagerly sucked on it
like it was a real cock. The man then pushed her so she
was on her hands and knees and he made her hold the dildo
in her mouth. Walking around behind her, he then spread
her pussy open and shoved the black dildo into her as far
as he could. Ann immediately started to fuck the new
dildo. He then noticed a switch at the base.
"Have fun slut." the last man said and walked away,
but not before he turned on the dildo buried deeply in her.
Ann suddenly became a lewd quivering mass of flesh,
thrashing about on the ground. The black dildo was
obscenely protruding from her vagina through the tare in
her pantyhose. She was gyrating her ass wildly as the
oscillating cock worked its magic inside her pussy. Her
handcuffed hands were tightly holding the brown dildo to
the asphalt while she rapidly bobbed her head up and down,
sucking and deepthroat this fake cock. In the center of the
flood lights behind the adult bookstore, the young and
attractive Ann remained on the ground in the vacant
parking lot for a long time. Oblivious to her
surroundings and not caring what she looked like, Ann came
so many times that she lost track, then came over and over
again until her body and mind couldn't take the stimulation
any longer.
Ann's drive home was difficult. Her heavy sobbing had
stopped, but she kept wiping at her eyes. "What is
happening to me?", she wondered out loud, "They raped me
and I enjoyed it. God, what the hell is going on? I'm
fucking every man in sight!" Ann never thought she could
act this way. That was bad enough, but why did she also
have to climax too. This only made things worse. She was
responding to everyone's sexual advances. She could
justify when Sam fucked her in her office and even the
guy in the booth. They both had reasons to believe she
wanted them to fuck her. "I have to do something.", she
said aloud,
"I'm unigning it, Ann put it in her desk. She would
leave it unsigned, to make Sam live up to his end of
their agreement. When 5 o'clock came around, Ann went
shopping for the clothes she still had to get.
She went back to the same store and found more to
choose from because they had restocked. Ann thought
she wouldn't have the clothes on for long once Sam got
her alone, but she choose the seven most costly outfits
anyway. All of them showed off her legs and breasts.
Each outfit could be removed swiftly also. She bought
some more nylons and garter belts too because she
couldn't remember how many she got the first time.
Leaving the store, Ann also realized she still had
to call her boyfriend and cancel their date tomorrow
night. She did this when she got home. Their
conversation ended up with both of them yelling at each
other again. Thinking about it later, Ann decided that
when this ordeal with Sam was behind her she would tell
her boyfriend what had happened so they could patch
their relationship back together. She wouldn't tell
him everything, but most of the truth. Nothing could
be gained by telling him all the details of what she
had to do, and that was only up to now. She couldn't
imagine what was in store for her. The little spats
with her boyfriend was trivial compared to that.
The next morning Ann collected all the items she
bought. She would arrive early at work. She wanted to
make sure nobody saw her come in with the things she was
bringing. Once there, she checked her schedule and
canceled a meeting for 3:30 that afternoon and told
Tracy she had another appointment at 4 o'clock. Her
plan was to get dressed at 3 o'clock and arrive
precisely at 4 o'clock to meet Sam. Though most days
lingered on, this Wednesday went by too quickly.
Tracy always took a coffee break at 3 and today was no
exception. Ann would only have 15 minutes before she
got back.
For some reason, standing in front of her closet
deciding what outfit to wear, Ann was becoming turned
on. She thought it was absurd for her act this way.
After all, she was meeting a man who was blackmailing
her for sex. Not just any sex either. Sam wanted her to
be a slut. She didn't mind wearing the clothes. They did
look good on her and she enjoyed the way they made her
feel. She didn't even mind being ordered around. She had
discovered some time ago this was stimulating as well.
The fact that Sam could alter her life is what annoyed
Ann the most. If she could trust him, maybe it wouldn't
be so bad. But how could she! The consequences were too
great for her to rely on his compassion, if he had any.
She picked the outfit she would wear and the
accessories that she though would compliment them. When
she was about to strip out of her business clothes, her
phone rang.
"Finance, this is Ann. How can I help you?"
"Time to play slut Ann! You only have one hour to
get ready and meet me. I'll have the same envelopes. If
you behave yourself this time and do everything I tell
you to do, you can keep them. If not, they're already
stamped and you know what that means. Also, I want you
to bring all the items from the list I sent you. Every
single one!" Sam said and hangup before she could say
anything.
Ann heard the seriousness in his voice. Sam would
mail the pictures if she didn't cooperate. If she
hesitated or said no, her career and personal life would
change forever.
As Ann would refer to them later, she hurriedly
changed into her slut clothes. After stripping out of her
business suit and pantyhose, the first item she put on
was a garter belt. It was Ann's favorite color, Pink. She
rolled a pair of pale tan nylons up each leg, making sure
the bans of the silk stockings were as high as possible
before attaching them to the garters, then strerent.
After putting her arms in the sleeves, the rest of it
wrapped around her and was tied into a knot at her waist
on the left side. With the front loose fitting and nearly
open to her navel, Sam, and everyone else, would see
plenty of her breasts. The last thing she put on was a
pair of white shoes. They had thin 5" heels because that
was all the store carried in her size, at least that's
what the salesman told her. They didn't look like
impressive in the box. It was only after Ann put the
sling-backs on did they turn into sexy high heels.
After she hung her work clothes up, Ann
straightened out her hair and put on fresh make-up.
She then put on an overcoat to hide her outfit and left.