From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Blackmaled (FM+, blackmail, inter, bdsm) [1/4]
Date: 27 Mar 1996 23:29:27 GMT

Editor's Note: To complete this story, originally four chapters in
length in 1996, two further chapters from other sources have been
appended.

			      Blackmaled
				  by
			       DATS HIM
			     Chapter One

	Since a 94 year old man, with even older policies and values,
was still in charge of the privately owned and operated international
company, a women's chances for advancement were very limited. Three
months ago, Ann was astonished to learn and absolutely flabbergasted
to hear that the Board of Directors appointed her Vice-President of
Finance. She was the first woman ever to reach such a high position in
the company and, at only 29, she was also the youngest vice-president
in the history of the firm. Things were slowly changing after all this
time. What made the company's transition difficult was the overseas
business, with its quirks, pitfalls, and problems.

	In this market, bribes, kickbacks, payoffs, and other
unethical, often illegal, business practices were considered routine
and expected. Because the majority of the profits came from overseas,
the firm's board looked for an executive that could withstand and
resist all the temptations they would certainly come up against. This
wasn't due to their sense of high standards, but caused by the new IRS
awards given to anyone who reported and could prove certain activities
were going on. The company's top executives were as cut-throat as any
found on Wall street and would stab someone in the back without
hesitation. This use to be good for business, but with the public more
aware now, the board decided to change the company image. Ann
displayed a high amount of integrity, intelligence, loyalty, and was
beyond approach to any of the other executives. She was chartered by
the old man to keep 'these little boy's hands out of the cookie jar'.

	Ann was tired and restless. This wasn't good. She had work to
get done and tonight was the only time she could find. Taking a short
break, she turned her chair toward the window and blankly stared at
the city below. It was 10:30 Thursday night. Everyone had gone home
long ago. Her desk lamp was the only light on in the plush offices
atop the 45 story building. "This is the price you pay for success
girl," she reminded herself. Yes and what a price. Her boyfriend,
Sam, was upset when she called to say she couldn't meet him that
evening. They were considered by everyone to be the perfect "Yuppie
Couple," good jobs, plenty of money, and each had expensive cars and
clothes. They weren't married yet, but they did love one another,
after their jobs. She really wanted to be with him, especially
tonight. Ann was horny as hell and dying to be fucked.

	Sam just got back from a 2 week business trip this afternoon.
She hoped he was hornier than she was, if that was possible. She loved
it when he got worked up, taking charge and making her do things in
bed. Exciting things. She enjoyed this side of him most because, for
her, it was such a big difference from how she acted at work. She
often wished he would do it more and not just in bed. She sometimes
got tired of having to make decisions and it felt wonderfully decadent
to be bossed around. It was most fortunate that nobody at the company
knew about this very personal characteristic trait. They'd be shocked
at first, but then would certainly jump at the chance to take
advantage of her. She couldn't and wouldn't allow that to happen.

	Sam discovered it early in their relationship and eventually
told Ann he'd like to see her act out some of his sexual fantasies.
He had her to the point that she was willing to do anything he told
her, as long as it didn't involve pain or other people. Sam once
mentioned he'd like to see her dress up and act like a slut in public,
because the image she had at work was one of being straight laced and
aloof. Ann admitted the idea intrigued her, but told him she'd never
act out that fantasy. She was too afraid of what might happen if
anyone from the office even heard rumors about it. It was forbidden, a
dream not to be realized, and a subject he should never bring up
again.

	While sitting alone in her apartment last night, she
remembered back to how dejected and hurt he looked. Feeling sorry for
pouncing on him like that, she decided, as a special welcome home
present, she would at least dress like a slut for him. In the privacy
of her apartment, not his. AND, NOT IN PUBLIC! She took a long lunch
today and bought herself outfits for the occasion. Walking to her
office closet, she pulled out the carry-on flight bag hanging inside.
When her secretary asked about the bag, she said that Sam and her were
going away for the four day weekend and she wanted to be ready.
Laying it on her sofa, Ann began removing the items that were in it.

	She pulled out four mini-dresses. Each one was short and
revealing, fitting tightly on her body. They made her feel wickedly
indecent when she tried them on in the shop. They looked like
something a hooker might wear while standing on a street corner. She
laid the dresses down and picked up the next package. In it, were
pairs of Fogal nylon stockings, one of every color the store had. She
set these aside and got the third bag. This contained a dozen garter
belts. Ann only picked up the sexy ones, leaving the white plain type
for the older ladies to buy. She dumped the garter belts out on the
sofa and took out the last item in the flight bag, a shoe box. She
only purchased one pair of new shoes. They were sandals made from a
clear plastic, giving them a crystal look. She recalled hearing
someone refer to them as 'fuck me shoes'. She thought it was because
they had 5 inch thin high heels. After spotting them, Ann didn't want
to look at any other shoes. She received a sly look and smile from the
clerk as she paid for everything.

	"Oh my! You don't have any panties here. Did you want to look
at some? We have real sexy ones to ma... ," the teenage clerk was
interrupted.

	"Never wear them. Just give me the bottom line so I can get
out of here. I'm late for work," Ann ordered.

	"Okay!" the clerk said, adding "YOU BITCH!" under her breath.

	All the clothes would surprise her boyfriend and just the
thought of wearing them for him made her hornier. Since nobody could
look into her office from outside, and even the maintenance people
were gone now, Ann decided to try on one whole outfit, just to see
what she looked like. Before stripping out of her business clothes,
she checked the hallway. Every thing was quiet and nobody was around.
Completely naked and standing in front of her new clothes, Ann choose
her outfit.

	She picked out a pair of nude color nylons and a lacy yellow
garter belt first. The silky smooth feeling of the stockings going on
was great compared to the pantyhose she just took off. The garter belt
hugged her hips and, with the front straps hanging down each thigh,
framed her pussy sexily. The garter straps didn't have to be
lengthened since the nylons came up so high on her thighs. Even
though the mini-dresses were all a size too small, junior miss 3, Ann
had no problem slipping on the shiny silver one she grabbed. The open
back came very low, almost to her ass, and she was afraid her garter
belt could be seen. Turning to look at her reflection in the office
window, she was relieved it didn't. The dress was ice cold against her
nipples and were causing them to become hard and erect. She reached
behind and connected the silver chain at her neck. It was the only
thing that kept the front of her dress from falling off her shoulders.
She slipped into her high heels and looked at the window again.

	Ann didn't look like a business woman. At least not the type
she knew. Stepping closer to her desk, she moved the lamp a little and
got a better view. "Thank God these stockings are long!" she thought.
The dress was so short she could almost see the dark band at the top
of her nylons. The deep V-front of the dress flattered her chest and
she did like the way her tits filled the material. Leaning forward
over the desk, she saw her cleavage more prominently. She also felt
cool air on her ass as the back lifted. She turned around and leaned
forward again, watching her reflection to see how high the back came
up.

	"MY GOD!" Ann exclaimed aloud.

	She saw her pussy and most of her ass being reflected in the
window. Remaining this way and staring, Ann was proud to see her ass
was still small and round. She liked the way the nylons emphasized the
slimness of her thighs too. Looking more closely and spreading her
legs a little, she noticed her pussy was slightly swollen. "No wonder
Sam said he likes to fuck me from behind, I look pretty good," she
said to herself. Before this moment, Ann never thought she could look
so sensual and started to get more excited. "Yes," she thought, "I
like this outfit. I think I'll wear it when Sam comes over tomorrow."
Standing up and facing the window, she conjured up all kinds of sexy
and nasty things to say to him tomorrow afternoon. Things she thought
he might like hearing. Leaning on her desk and practicing, Ann started
talking in her sexiest voice.

	"Don't look so surprised Sam. I haven't been fucked in over 2
weeks. I'm so horny, I can't help myself. Go ahead. Look me over. All
this is for you. You want me to dress and act like a slut, I'll be
your slut baby for as long as you want. But only here, absolutely no
place else. Right here baby. You can do anything you want and I won't
stop you. Right here. Right now," she said to Sam,her boyfriend, who
wasn't really there.

	Someone else was though! He was a 6' 10," 43 year old black
man, and his name was Sam ALSO! He was the owner of the janitorial
company that cleaned the offices. He was making his final inspection
of the top floor when he heard Ann's voice in the next office. He had
been standing in her doorway ever since she said 'My God!' out loud.

	"You know I'd never dress like this if I didn't mean it. I'll
act like a real slut for you. Slut with a capital S L U T!" Ann said,
not realizing a different man named Sam was watching and listening.
She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts, and stuck her ass high in the
air, wiggling it for effect.

	"What would you like to do first baby? Do you want me to drop
to my knees and suck you off right here? I can make your cock wet and
slippery just like my pussy is. Do you want to throw me down on the
floor and savagely fuck my brains out? Seriously Sam. You can do
anything you want to me."

	Sam watched as Ann took her right hand and pushed it under her
short and sexy dress, softly stroking the full length of her pussy
with her middle finger. He couldn't believe it. He was in her office
now, his cock growing harder by the second, hypnotized by her erotic
form. "She can't be talking to me," Sam thought. I just caught her
playing with herself. She doesn't know what she's saying.

	"What's the matter Sam? Cat got your tongue? You can have me
any way you want baby. Just name it. Fuck me in the ass if you want.
You can tie me up and fuck my face. I'd really get off if you did
that! Whatever you want baby. You're not dreaming. The first time I
saw you, I got excited. More than any man I've ever known before, you
drive me crazy with lust and make me loose all my sexual
inhibitions," Ann moaned, before closing her eyes.

	She was being swept away by her horniness and caught up in her
own dream of what her boyfriend might do to her. Driven by the
building excitement of acting and hearing herself talk so lewdly, she
pushed two fingers deeply into her moist pussy and slowly extracted
them. The palm of her hand was applying a constant pressure to her
clitoris, making it grow and exciting her more. She kept babbling
about the things she would let 'her Sam' do. She spread her legs wide
apart and gyrated her hips while she slowly finger-fucked herself.
Completely aroused, she laid her head down on the desk and continued
to masturbate, trying to obtain the climax she needed.

	Glancing at the other dresses and all the lingerie on her
couch, Sam was still stunned. This beautiful and young female wanted
to be his slut? No way! She had to know he was standing there though.
The keys on his belt made enough noise when he dropped his pants down.
She had to notice his reflection in the window as he stood there and
rubbed his growing dick.

	Ann continued to wantonly finger-fuck herself and talk, almost
shouting. Suddenly, her left hand shot out and groped for something on
her desk. She found a bottle of hand lotion, grabbed it, and brought
it down to her slick and empty pussy. Spreading her pussy-lips apart
with two fingers, she pushed the cap of the bottle into herself and
groaned. Imagining Sam, her boyfriend, was looking at her, she
continued talking.

	"See what kind of horny slut I really am baby. You can fuck me
with anything! I'll masturbate with this and you keep stroking that
big dick. Get it hard for me baby. When you're ready to fuck, don't
say anything. Just get behind me and ram your cock in my cunt. Make me
scream. Treat me like dirt. Abuse me Sam, I'm your slut."

	With the bottle firmly wedged inside her pussy, Ann brought
her hands up and grabbed the other side of the desk. She began humping
her desk, forcing the bottle a little deeper each time it. She looked
at her reflection in the office window again and spoke.

	"Hurry up baby! This is too small. Why don't you pull it out
and replace it with that beautiful cock you're rubbing. That's what I
really want! You have to know that! You must believe me! Please baby!
I need your cock right now Sam! Please! Give it to me! Fuck me Sam!
Fuck me!"

	That did it! She convinced him. Ann was begging Sam to fuck
her. She looked right at him the window and couldn't help but see his
reflection standing behind her's.

	"Hang on! Let me get my underwear down," Sam said.

	Ann froze dead still, turned a pale white, stopped breathing,
and her heart skipped several beats. In the window, she saw a huge
black man moving behind her. She blinked her eyes to make sure she
wasn't seeing things. The man was advancing toward her, making chime-
like noises as he got closer. Every instinct told her to scream and
cover herself, but she was paralyzed. She saw the reflection of, and
felt, his huge black hands grab her hips. Her eyes opened wide in
terror and her mouth gaped open for a scream. It never came out. One
of his hands disappeared. She felt the bottle slowly coming out of her
pussy. As if to confirm what her body already told her, she looked in
the window, waiting for the bottle to appear in the hand of the man
behind her. It didn't! Instead, Ann heard a dull thud, like something
dropped on her office carpet. She sighed, closed her eyes, and thought
to herself, "God I need to get fucked. I'm starting to imagine things.
The bottle only fell out! Probably because I'm so wet down there."

	Like a thousand tiny flashbulbs going off at the same time,
her eyes lit up while still closed! She knew what caused it, but
didn't believe it. Her hips were slammed hard against the desk again.
She knew why, but kept denying the reason. Again, her body was slammed
from behind and her desk shook. The fourth time she was pounded, the
air in her lungs involuntarily escaped.

	"Come on slut! Move that ass and fuck me back! I ain't going
to do all the work," Sam yelled at her.

	"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET
OFF ME!" Ann finally screamed.

	"Shut the fuck up slut! You invited me," Sam said.

	"I... I WHAT! I did no such thing! STOP! GET OFF OF ME DAMN
YOU!"

	"Yes you did! I didn't know you had a thing for black guys.
So, you've wanted to be my slut ever since you first saw me! Shit! You
should have spoke up sooner," Sam told her.

	"No! No! I... I was... OH GOD! STOP IT! You're hurting me!"

	"Fuck you! I only got a couple of inches in. 'Abuse me.', you
said. If you want to be my slut, you'll take all of it!" Sam yelled.

	"NOOO! OOOHHH! It hurts! STOP! I CAN EXPLAIN!"

	"Explain what! That I can fuck your ass. Tie you up and fuck
your face if I want! Maybe I'll try that later. Right now I want some
of that cunt you've been playing with. Come on! I'm starting to get
pissed. I don't like fucking cock-teasers!" Sam said to her.

	She had the tightest pussy he ever fucked and, after looking
down at his cock between her creamy white ass cheeks, he wasn't sure
if he could get the whole thing inside her. Ann's pussy-lips were
thinly stretched around the shaft of his dick and glistening with her
own wetness, but that didn't make it any easier for him to fuck her.
Having a cock that measured 6 inches around and nearly 11 inches long,
there weren't many woman who could take the whole thing, not the first
time anyway. Sam was determined to fuck her with it all though, or
until no more would fit.

	"You can't fool me! I heard you beg me for it. You looked
right at me in the window and told me to pull that bottle out of your
cunt and shove my cock up there instead. You going to deny that?" Sam
asked.

	"No! I didn't mean... I mean yes I said... But I... I... "

	Ann was confused. This guy must have been watching her for a
long time. Yes, she was sexually excited, but she had to explain to
him what she was really doing. No matter how embarrassed she was to
admit it to a stranger or how totally humiliating it would be for her,
she had to make him understand that he was wrong. She wasn't begging
HIM to fuck her, she was thinking of her lover and talking out loud to
herself, that was all. It wasn't a come-on or invitation to anyone.
Ann turned to look behind her.

	"OOOO! Twist that ass! Yeah! Like that!" Sam moaned.

	He saw another two inches of his cock slide in her. He lunged
forward, slamming her and shaking the desk, but couldn't fuck any
deeper. He saw the bottle she was using by his feet and got an idea.
Placing his left hand firmly on her back and pressing down hard, he
pulled his cock out of her. Before she could react, he bent down,
grabbed the bottle, and shoved his cock back in her. Ann screamed for
help when he shoved into her sore pussy again. Unlike her, Sam was
positive there was nobody else in the building to hear her scream.
Everyone was gone for the long weekend.

	Ann thought the man changed his mind when he pulled out, that
he realized he had made a giant mistake after all. That's why she
didn't move. But, when she felt him roughly jam his cock back into
her, she knew her chance to escape his attack was gone. She tensed
further when she felt something cold and wet touch her pussy.

	Sam was pouring hand lotion over the exposed area of his cock,
he figured this would allow him to fuck into her all the way. The
white lotion was thick and drooling over his cock, it looked like his
cum. All set now, Sam closed the bottle and dropped it to the floor.

	"Well, what are you waiting for? You going to fuck me or just
lay there with your ass in the air?" he asked her.

	When she didn't respond, Sam grabbed her small waist with his
big hands, almost encircling it, and cruelly fucked his hips forward
with all his might, while pulling her back at the same time.

	"OOOOOOOHHHH MMMMMMMMMYYYYYY GOOOOODDDDD!" Ann screamed and
flew off the desk.

	Ann was as light as a feather, weighing only 103 pounds. After
jumping off the desk, she was perched over his cock and looked like
she was sitting on a pole in front of him. Her feet were dangling 18
to 20 inches above the floor. She wasn't about to go anywhere, but Sam
scooted forward and pressed her smooth nylon covered legs between him
and the desk anyway. He wasn't sure if he got all his dick in or not,
but he knew he shoved most of it up her. He stood still and didn't
move, allowing her time to adjust to the pain of being fucked so
deeply, so suddenly.

	Ann in deed did feel pain. It was a searing pain that shot
through her body. It starting from her labia to deep inside her womb.
She thought she'd pass out it was so bad, but regretfully didn't. It
felt as though a huge drill bit had been crudely rammed inside her,
pushing and then shredding everything it came in contact with upon
entering. All the nerve endings she had down there were burning from
the sudden invasion.

	Sam looked at the reflection they made in the window. He
couldn't see anything but his dark figure standing behind a suddenly
tall and very sexily dressed Ann. That was all he could make out. He
reached over with his long arms and pulled her desk lamp closer. That
was better, but still not good enough. He adjusted the lamp again,
shining the light more on Ann's body and face. The window reflection
got brighter and turned into a life-size photograph.

	"I always thought you were a sexy little thing. Shit! Dressed
like this, you're 10 times sexier," he said in her ear.

	Sam kept checking the window, to see when her tortured grimace
went away. When she relaxed, he would begin to fuck her. For now
though, his cock was being gripped tightly inside her and he wasn't
about to complain. He'd give her all the time she needed to get use to
his size. Using one hand to hold her upper body against him, Sam
reached down with the other and pulled the hem of her silver dress up
past her waist, exposing her nylons, garter belt, and naked pussy. He
looked up at the window again.

	"Fuck me dead!" he said out loud.

	He was buried to the hilt in her. There was a swelling in her
lower stomach, a big bulge where his cock was. Something else looked
strange to him and then he noticed what it was. Ann's cunt-lips were
gone. The force of his thrust and thickness of his cock had them drawn
and stuffed inside her! Just below her triangular patch of blonde
pubic hair, there was nothing. Her pussy couldn't be seen at all. Only
his black hairy balls showed up in stark contrast to the white skin
between her legs. She still had the same expression on her face, so
Sam decided to see what the rest of her body looked like. Leaning back
and appraising her dress for a moment, he found a latch that kept a
chain taunt across her shoulder blades and un-snapped it.

	"Boy! you sure wear some expensive clothes. How many outfits
do you have over there anyway?" Sam asked her.

	Ann couldn't hear a single word he said. The burning inside
her vagina was still intense. She was grateful that he wasn't moving,
but it was a poor consolation. She was aware that her feet weren't on
the floor and that he was holding her on his monstrous cock. In her
present state, she'd be willing to beg him to let her down so she
could stand squarely on her feet. With her eyes still shut tightly,
she opened her mouth to ask him this one small favor. Nothing came
from her voice box but a high pitched squeak.

	Sam barely heard the sound and look at her in the window.
Ann's pink lips were trying to form a word and he tried to guess it.

	"You want to start fucking NOW?" Sam asked.

	Ann shook her head 'no'

	"You want me to pull OUT a little bit?" he asked again.

	Ann violently shook her head 'no'. She was too fearful that if
he did, she'd see, 'up close and personal', her vagina being pulled
inside out by his cock. She tried again to lip the word 'DOWN'.

	"OUCH? Yeah, I'm sure it hurts, but give it a minute or two.
Actually, you've done pretty good. Coating my dick with that hand
lotion helped slide it in a bunch too. You want to know something?
You're the first woman able to take all 11 inches the first time. Go
on! Take a look. You can see the outline of my dick inside your cunt.
I ain't lying. You can see my dick buried in your cunt from the
outside!" Sam said to her.

	Ann's eyes popped open wide when she heard him say 11 inches.
Sam, her boyfriend, was 7 inches long and he sometimes hurt her when
they fucked. No wonder she felt so much burning pain. How could he get
11 inches inside her? "My vibrator is 8 inches," she was thinking,
"and I can't take it all. He's got to be lying." She tried to focus on
the window by blinking several times. She immediately regretted what
she saw. The man fucking her was definitely black and huge! Ann was 5'
5" and off the floor, still, the man towered above her head and made
her look like a midget.

	Sam, his eyes half closed, watched her look at the window and
decided it was time for some serious fucking. Because her pussy was so
tight, he'd take it nice and slow this first time. He tried to step
out of his pants and could hear a high pitched squeal coming from her
each time he moved. Finally able to kick them out of the way, he
scooted back and lowered himself.

	"OOOH GOD! STOP! PLEASE DON'T MOOOVE!" Ann screamed.

	"Never had a big dick before huh? Don't worry. Just have to
stretch your cunt a little more. Hold on! Here we go," Sam said and
thrust what little he did pull out, back into her.

	"NOOOOOO! YOU BAAAASTARD! SSSSTOOOOOOOP!"

	Sam stopped all right and stood up straight, bringing her with
him back the same position. This caused Ann to scream out in agony
again. He felt it was time to teach her some manners. He reached
around front and squeezed each of her exposed tits in his big hands
until she screamed again.

	"Get one thing clear! You don't ever call me names. You got
that!" Sam yelled and squeezed hard on her tits again.

	"YES! PLEASE YES! Oh God Please! Whatever you say! YES!"

	Sam released her tits and grabbed her slim waist again. When
he pulled his cock back and lowered himself this time, she only
whimpered, biting her lips to keep from screaming out.

	"That's better. Keep your mouth shut! Now spread your legs
wider so I can fuck this tight cunt you got!"

	Able to stand in her high heels now, Ann tried to spread her
legs further apart, but couldn't move them. She forgot about the
burning pain his cock was causing and concentrated on not getting him
mad again.

	With a loud BANG, Ann was pushed face down on the desk. Sa
moved his feet back from her's and put himself at the angle and height
he wanted. He then began to fuck her. With each steady push and pull,
the distance his cock traveled increased. Soon, he was able to get
half his dick out and back in smoothly. Then, he started fucking her
in a circular motion. He saw her pussy was adjusting to his size, even
if she wasn't. As long as she kept quiet and cooperated, he didn't
care. Sam started pulling more of his dick out until only the head
remained inside her. A few more long stokes like these and he'd have
her get in his favorite position, on her hands and knees with her ass
high in the air. First, he wanted to tease her. If she wanted to be
his slut, then he'd treat her like one.

	"Hey, your taking the whole thing now! How you like having 11
inches of cock rammed up your cunt? You like it slut? Sure you do. I
can see your cunt juicing all over my cock. Bet your boyfriend never
fucked you this good. Know how I can tell? Your cunt's real tight,
that's how. Well. let's see if he likes fucking the cave I leave
between your legs when I'm done. Bet his little dick just bounces
around in here and doesn't hit jack shit! What do you think slut?
Think his small pecker will ever get you off again?" Sam taunted her.

	Ann could only grunt. She was semi-relaxing, the burning
easing up some, but she still felt like she was being stretched apart
inside. Each shove of his hips, caused her to make a face and squeal.
Ann never thought anyone could reach so far inside her. She could feel
the head of it push in and fill the deepest regions of her vagina. "Is
he really that big or is he using something else on me? Whoever he is,
he caught me by surprise. I was already excited, so what he's doing
should make no difference. So why does it?" she thought. A cold
shiver went up her spine.

	"Enough of this! You pussy's ready for some serious fucking.
Get up!" Sam ordered.

	After pulling his dick out, Ann stayed where she was. Her ass
and legs hung down the front of the desk and her feet spread wide
apart.

	Sam looked at her. "Shit!" he thought suddenly, "What the
fuck am I doing? I've got to come back here Monday and negotiate the
contract on this place. With HER! She's a good piece of ass, but she's
not worth $80,000 a year. Fuck!" Sam stood there, all sorts of gloomy
thoughts running through his head, mostly about loosing the business
on this place. Sam came up with an idea. He looked at her, to make
sure she wasn't going to get up. "No, she'll stay put for a while, but
I better move quick," he said to himself.

	As Sam quietly left Ann's office, butt naked, she was thinking
about what just happened. "How could I be so damn stupid. Why didn't I
just finish up with the work on my desk and go home. I could have
tried the clothes on there and then nobody would have barged in on me.
How could I loose control like that? Because I'm horny as hell. Sam
hasn't made love to me in almost 3 weeks." While Ann was trying to
rationalize and justify everything going on, Sam was in the main
conference room next door.

	He found the cabinet he was looking for. He rummaged around
and grabbed what he knew was inside. He'd 'borrowed' it before. As a
matter of fact, for the same purpose, but with one difference. Those
woman knew their picture was being taken, Ann wouldn't. Not until it
was too late. The camera and a package of film he pulled out developed
pictures instantly. Loading it as fast as he could, he ran back. He'd
clean up the papers on the floor after he was done with Ann.

	She was still lying on her desk. Sam walked over and pointed
the camera. He had to get her face. Nobody would believe him
otherwise. If she went to the police and said Sam raped her, the cops
would believe her and throw his ass in jail. He also wanted to make
sure it included the clothes she was wearing, as extra proof he didn't
rape her. By not moving when he left, Ann made it easy for Sam to get
the perfect picture. Her face was well lit by the desk lamp. The back
of her silver dress was hiked up, exposing her naked ass and the tops
of her nylon stockings, attached to a sexy yellow garter belt. She was
wearing 'fuck me heels' and her legs were spread wide apart. The
bottle of hand lotion was on the carpet between her feet, at first
glance, looking like a vibrator. "This is great!" Sam thought.

	CLICK!

	Ann was startled by the sudden flash of light but didn't move
until she heard a strange sound. It was familiar, but she couldn't
remember what caused it. She raised her head up and opened her eyes.
There was another flash of light and the same sound.

	"NO PICTURES!" she screamed.

	"To late!" Sam said and waited for the first one to develop
while the second picture came out of the camera.

	Ann stood upright, trying to cover herself and hide how she
was really feeling. With these clothes on, a look of indignation was
out. She became terrified suddenly and all kinds of frightening
thoughts crossed her mind. But one thing was crystal clear.
Professionally and personally, she would be ruined if anyone ever saw
those pictures. She had to get them. Ann had a reputation for being
decisive and bold. "Better act quick girl," she thought, "before this
big cocked, shit for brains, asshole realizes what he's got."
Gathering all the strength she had, Ann struck her sternest pose and
yelled at him.

	"Okay enough is enough! Give me that camera and those
photographs right now or I'll call the police and have you thrown in
jail for blackmail."

	Sam looked her squarely in the eyes. He never thought of
blackmail. He wanted the pictures so she couldn't scream rape. He was
only trying to protect himself. Now, she wanted the pictures as much
as he did, maybe even more. Walking up to her, the camera and pictures
in his left hand, he held them out.

	Ann was relieved he wasn't going to put up a fight. She knew
there was no way she could take the pictures from him and if she
tried, he would easily fend her off. She reached out her hands.

	All of a sudden, his right hand viciously slapped her hard
across the face. With a loud SMACK, Ann was sent sprawling to the
other side of the office, rolling into small low table between to
chairs by the wall.

	Sam stood menacingly above her, thinking to himself. "If she
begs me, even once, for these pictures, she's mine!"

	His slap was hard and she was rubbing her face, but she wasn't
thinking of the slap. Ann was desperately trying to figure out a way
of getting those pictures from him. She didn't know what to do now. It
was plain that he wasn't just going to hand them over to her, but she
couldn't allow him keep them either. She just couldn't. She had to do
something, but what! Her mind was racing around, trying to find a
solution.

	Looking at her, Sam noticed his dick was still semi-hard,
pointing out and down toward her. He saw a good profile of her face
and his dick. Pointing the camera down, he took another picture.

	"OH! Please! I beg you! No more pictures!"

	"Gotcha!" Sam said to himself. She was afraid of having her
picture taken like this. He was going to use that fear. He wondered
how many times he'd be able to fuck her before the night was over. He
had to be cool about it though. She was smart. She had to be real
smart to have this office.

	"WAIT!" Sam thought, "That's it! That's what she's afraid of.
Her job, her career, her reputation! She'll do anything to get the
pictures back. Anything!" Sam's mouth was watering at the idea of
having this young, beautiful, and powerful executive, groveling at his
feet, willing to do anything he asked. He still had to be careful
though. She was known around this part of town as someone who got her
own way, never gave in to anybody, and always came out on top in the
end. A real bitch to some, a real pain in the ass to others. Either
way, she wasn't to be messed with. "I'll have to make her believe I'm
an idiot," he thought to himself, "She has to think she's smarter
than me. I'll convince her I'm afraid she'll talk. That should do it.
Poor girl. You don't stand a chance. My daddy always said, 'experience
and treachery will win out over your youth and intelligence'. You're
about to learn just how true that is."

	"Tell you what. You let me finish fucking you and I'll give
you the pictures. Plus, you can't go to the cops. Tonight is just
between you and me. Nobody else! You have to promise to keep your
mouth shut. Is it a deal?"

	Ann thought she was the luckiest person on earth. A fast fuck,
which she needed, and her worries would be over.

	"It's a deal," she said quickly before he changed his mind.

	"Mistake number one! Never show your eagerness to the
opposition," Sam said to himself.

	"You have to promise. I mean it! You can't mention tonight to
the cops!" Sam said.

	"I swear to you, I won't call the police if you give me the
pictures!"

	"Number two and three!" Sam thought, "Never believe anyone
who puts you in a compromising position and never believe that someone
else has the same fears you do. Shit! Any street kid would have told
me to kiss their ass by now."

	"Okay. I'll put this stuff down here, on the table. This way,
when we're done fucking, you'll know where it's at," Sam said.

	Before he put the camera down, he made sure the self-timer was
on and pointed the auto-focus lens at the big open space between her
desk and couch. Sam then walked over to the middle of it and knelt
down.

	"Well? What about your end of the bargain? You going to let me
fuck you or our is the deal off?" Sam asked her.

	"No... I mean YES! Yes, our deal is still on. I'll... "

	"You'll fuck me," Sam finished the sentence for her.

	"Yes, but only one time and then you have to leave!" Ann told
him.

	"Once in your tight cunt is all a guy can stand. Why don't you
come over here by me. My dick's long, but it's not that long!" Sam
replied.

	Ann cracked a small smile at his last remark. She felt so
relieved and scolded herself again for being so reckless and loosing
control, especially in her office. Plus, being caught by a black
janitor, that was a real kicker. "His brains must all be in his
dick," she thought, "He could have asked for anything and I would
have begged, borrowed, or stolen it for him. I just thank God I was
caught by someone so dumb and afraid as he is. If it was one of the
other vice-presidents that found me playing with myself, well... I
don't even want to think about they'd want from me! If all this guy
wants is a quick fuck, then that's what I'll give him and count my
blessings. He cooperated with me, so I'll cooperate with him. This is
like any other business deal, except he'll get fucked and be fucked in
the end." She chuckled to herself and crawled over to join him. When
she was about four feet away, she willingly lay down on the carpet
and spread her legs open.

	"You really want me on top? You're awfully small. I just
thought it'd be easier if I was behind you. But hey! Any way you want
to fuck me is fine."

	"Wait! Maybe you're right," Ann said and moved to her hands
and knees.

	"She's either the biggest fucking bimbo I ever met or she
really is a slut and will do anything I tell her!" Sam thought

	"Well! I'm ready. Remember, one time only and then you
leave!" Ann said.

	Sam leaned forward and pulled her closer. She was too far out
in front of him. She did have a great looking ass. Each of her cheek's
was muscular, but not overly developed. He bent down over her back and
gently pulled her blonde curly hair back off her face. Next, he
slowly slipped the top of her dress off her shoulders and let slide
down her arms, as far as it would go. Nudging his crotch up against
her smooth ass, he stuck out his tongue and began licking her neck.

	"WOW! What a change! If you acted this way before I don't know
if I would have stopped you. Keep it up! It feels nice," Ann said,
trying to get him excited and finish as quickly as possible.

	"I thought before that you wanted me to just fuck you. That's
what you said," Sam answered.

	"What do you mean?" she asked.

	"Is your boyfriend's name Sam?" he asked.

	"Why?"

	"My name's Sam too. Nice to meet you."

	Bracing himself on the floor above with his left hand, Sam
slowly squeezed her right tit while rolling the nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. He then began licking his way up her spine and
didn't stop until he reached her right ear.

	"Oh Sam! Don't stop! That feels so nice!" she said.

	Sam's tongue was giving her goose bumps. Ann loved to have her
neck and ears kissed or gently sucked on. She turned her face to the
right, hoping he'd stick his tongue inside and wetly lick it.

	"I love what you're doing. That drives me crazy!"

	Ann brought her right hand from the floor and reached for the
back of his head. He was genuinely exciting her. She found it and
pulled him down to her tightly. When the camera flash went off, Sam
was waiting and was the first one to speak.

	"What is it?" he asked innocently.

	"I didn't ask anything. Sorry. I guess I was moaning too
loud," she replied.

	Since she never noticed the camera, Sam knew he had her back
under control. He only hoped the pictures came out clear enough so he
could use them against her later, but now was not the time to worry
about that. It was time to get her ready for the next picture and he
didn't know how much time he had. In his haste, he forgot to see what
the timer was set on. Sam sat up, bringing her with him. He then
spread her slim thighs on either side of his and pulled her up to a
kneeling position, with her ass was on his cock.

	"Can you reach down and pull my cock out from under your ass?
All your weight is hurting," Sam lied to her.

	Ann leaned forward and felt around between her legs.

	"My God! Is that all your's?"

	"Your's too. Amazing isn't it. You had the whole thing stuffed
in your cunt with plenty of room to spare. You were starting to like
it too before you chickened out," Sam tried convincing her.

	"I never had anyone as big as you before."

	"That's why I stayed still for a long time. I knew you were
hurting. Then you adjusted and really started to enjoy my big cock.
What was it then? You saw I was black and you don't like black guys
touching you? Is that it?"

	"No, you surprised me. That's all," Ann quickly replied.

	She was beginning to worry he might change his mind and keep
the pictures. She had to prevent that and convince him she wanted him
now. This wouldn't be difficult since he was more gentle and her
desire for sex was coming back.

	"Plus, your dick is so big! You're right though. After a
little while, I was starting to like it," she lied to him.

	"Okay, I'll believe you. Forget about it. At least you can
fuck big cocks now. Right? Can you rub it a little? You better use
both hands."

	Ann looked down at the size and color of Sam's cock. In her
tiny hands, it was huge. In anyone's hands it was huge. The color of
her legs and hands against his dark cock was exciting to her. The
head of his dick was a dark brown with a small pink slit at the tip.
The head alone filled her hand. When she pulled back the foreskin, she
noticed the shaft near the head was sort of like a light purple color,
with dark veins running through it. The rest of the shaft ran back
behind her and was a real dark brown, almost black color. The
thickness of it was the same the entire length. She could feel
herself sitting on the top part of the base and the hairs in his
crotch tickled her ass a little. It was mashing against her pussy-lips
and felt uncomfortable. Ann raised up a little, spread her pussy open,
and then settled back down on the shaft.

	Sam saw she was fascinated with his cock, so he reached down
and circled his hands over her's.

	"Back and forth like this. All the way up to the head and then
back until your hands reach your cunt. Jack-off baby. Squeeze it
harder. You won't break it. You have to get it hard for me. Pull it up
when you reach the head, not down."

	Sam watched over her shoulder as Ann did what he told her to
do. Massaging his dick this way felt great, but that wasn't the real
reason he wanted her to do it. He knew that with the shaft wedged
between her cunt-lips, it would open up more automatically when he
fucked her. Having her pull his dick up, would cause it to rub against
her clit. Same thing with her own hands when she stroked back down the
shaft, they would touch her clit too. Since she was doing everything
right so far, Sam started rocking his hips, adding extra friction to
her cunt. Next, he brought his hands up to her tits and played with
them while he talked softly in her ear.

	"You're built like a centerfold. You know that! I love how
smooth and firm your tits are. You're a one sexy slut. Give me a
kiss."

	Ann was enjoying herself by rubbing his dick on her clit, so
she turned to face him for a kiss. Sam's mouth softly covered her's,
his lips open. She felt his wet tongue glide along her lips and then
snake its way into her mouth. She opened up for him and their tongues
wiggled together. After a few moments, his tongue was sliding deeper
into her mouth, trying to reach her throat. She encouraged him by
sucking it and moaning into his mouth. When Sam broke the kiss, she
inhaled deeply and threw her head back against his chest. Ann's mouth
was open in sexual desire and she was still rubbing his cock with long
slow strokes when the flash went off again. She didn't blink an
eyelid.

	Ann was grinding her pussy on his cock, making it wet and
slippery. She kept it pulled up so it would rub her clit constantly.
Her hands stroked tightly up and down the shaft, moving only when her
hips moved. Her breathing was forced, inhaling sharply only when she
had to and exhaling in little moans. Sam pumped his hips in a steady,
slow rhythm, causing the length of his dick to slide through her open
pussy-lips. He could feel her hands gripping and pulling his cock up
in front of her. This had him rock hard in no time at all.

	"Are you getting hot slut?" he asked her softly.

	"Oh! Yes! It's been so long. Please fuck me now. Hurry! I need
it inside me," Ann groaned.

	"Okay, but I'm still dry. I don't think your cunt is wet
enough yet"

	"Sam! I know you're not my boyfriend, but fuck me any way. My
cunt's wet enough. Don't tease me any more. I need your cock! Fuck me
now! I mean it this time. I need your cock in pussy. Fuck me!" she
almost shouted.

	"Listen, I'm telling you. I'm too dry! But, if you really want
to fuck me, I know how to take care of that," Sam said.

	"No hand lotion! Hold still."

	Ann let go and got off his cock. Crawling forward on her hands
and knees, she then turned around, her face level with his dick.

	"Wait a minute. Are you slut enough to deep-throat this cock?"

	"I wasn't going to do that. I can't do that! I was only going
to make your dick wet with my tongue."

	"Here, let me lay down. Then you can do it. I might try to
fuck your face if you kneel like that in front of me."

	After lying down, Sam turned her around, making sure she was
facing the camera. His legs were between hers and she was on her hands
and knees above his thighs. Holding his dick up with both hands, she
stuck her tongue out and licked the head. Sam couldn't remember the
last time he was this hard and long. He knew he had a big dick, but it
seldom got so erect that his foreskin stretched out to nothing. Her
tongue felt wet and warm as she tried to stick in inside the slit on
the head. He had to get her mind off his cock and on something else.
She'd notice the camera flash if he didn't. Spreading her legs wider
with his, he brought his right foot up and rubbed his big toe against
her pussy. She moaned a little louder and then her head went down over
the his cock, two or three inches of it sliding into her small mouth.
She was right. There was no way she would ever be able to deep-throat
his cock. What little she did have inside her mouth, was stretching
her lips thinly now.

	While he tried wiggling his big toe inside her pussy, Ann
moaned around his dick and lavishly wet it with her saliva, allowing
some to dribble down the long shaft. She noisily and sloppily gave Sam
the best blow-job she could. Ann twisted her mouth around it, groaned
on it, and bobbed her head up and down as far as she could while
squeezing the shaft with both hands. Even though she her boyfriend she
liked to suck his cock, Ann never told him how she truly wished she
could take it down her throat. With this Sam, she saw her chance to
see just how much she could take.

	Sam watched as Ann kept taking his cock deeper and deeper into
her mouth each time she went back down on him. When the head hit the
entrance to her throat, he estimated she had five inches of him in her
mouth. She was on her way down it again, but didn't stop this time. He
heard Ann gag, but she kept trying to swallow more. Sam grabbed her
head and held it still as he raised his hips. He felt the head of his
cock suddenly push past her tonsils. Ann's throat was so hot and tight
that he couldn't stand it and started to cum.

	Ann choked and gagged violently, then quickly raised her head
up and off of Sam's dick when he let her head go. Sam was shooting
load after load of cum. She knew the first one went straight into her
throat. That's the one she was coughing up now. She fought the urge to
back away. Holding her hair off her face with both hands, she closed
her eyes and kept her mouth open above Sam's cock. She let his cum
squirt all over her face.

	Sam couldn't believe how much cum he was shooting. Ann stuck
her tongue out, to lick her lips, when the camera flash went off
again.

	"Holy Fuck! That's more than I expected!" he shouted.

	"OOOO! YES! I love it! Come on baby. Shoot! More! Hose me! On
my face baby! On my FACE! DO IT! AAAHHH FFFUUUCK! YES! CUM BABY!
CUMMMMMMM!" Ann screamed in the midst of her own climax.

	Sam's shouting was in reference to the unexpected picture the
camera took, not her unexpected reaction to being shot in the face
with cum.

	When his last spurt oozed out and she calmed down a bit, Ann
sucked his cock back in her mouth swiftly. Thinking she'd have to get
him hard again, she was very happy to feel his cock wasn't softening
at all. She had swallowed some of his cum, but saved the majority of
it in her mouth to lubricate his dick, which she now did. Raising her
head up, she wiped her face off and grabbed his dick with her hands,
now full of sperm. She loosely rubbed it up and down the shaft, mixing
it with the cum from her mouth and making sure his cock was evenly
coated.

	"Fuck me Sam. Fuck me now!" Ann said.

	Sam watched as she got up into a kneeling position and placed
her blonde pussy by his black, cum covered dick. Before going on, she
pulled her silver dress off and threw it on the desk.

	"We don't need this anymore. Do we?"

	"You really are a fucking slut once you're wound up, aren't
you?" Sam asked.

	"Just watch. You ain't seen nothing baby! I'm going to fuck
you like you've never been fucked before!"

	"Actions speak louder than words slut!"

	Ann reached down and grabbed his dick as she got as high as
she could on her knees above him. Moving his dick around until the
head was between her cunt-lips and Ann very slowly let her knees slide
away from Sam's hips. Pausing for only a second when the head pierced
through and into her, she let his cock go, placed her hands on her
tits, and sighed. She lowered herself a little more, loving the way
his dick filled and stretch her open. The smoothness of her nylons on
the carpet caused her to slip when she lowered herself again. Her legs
opened up wider than she expected and Ann fell. Sam's huge cock
easily slid into her all the way. When their groins mashed together,
Ann threw her head back, eyes tightly shut, and mouth open wide.
Whimpering, she remained like this for close to a minute. Once the
shock wore off, she slowly lowered her hands to her stomach. Her
finger tips felt the bulge of his cock inside and she immediately
dropped her head to look at it.

	"MY GOD! YOUR... YOUR COCK... IT'S... ," she stammered.

	Ann couldn't describe what she was looking at. Just as Sam was
equally surprised by what he saw in the window the first time he
shoved all the way into her. Ann leaned forward a little to see if she
was bleeding down there. There was no pain, but his dick must have
ripped her apart inside. Surprised that there was no physical damage
or bleeding, she straightened back upright. Still looking down, she
stared at herself while her fingers traced around the protruding
bulge. It looked as though a long tube had been surgically grafted
under her skin. The swelling extended from above her clit to her
stomach. She cautiously touched the skin on the bulge and pressed with
her fingers. The bump felt taunt and hard underneath. She placed her
palm on it and slowly ran her hand down to her pussy.

	"Yeah baby, that's it. It's all me! You got every inch of my
cock inside and it shows," Sam told her.

	"I got it all! There's no pain and I got it all! Oh I love
it!"

	She felt so good, she was seeing stars sparkle in front of her
eyes.

	Sam, on the other hand, saw the camera flash go off again.

	"Feels pretty good from here too. Give me a kiss you sexy
slut," Sam said.

	Ann's hips began moving, side to side, while she french kissed
him passionately. Her hands caressed around and over his face, winding
into his hair, and back down again along his arms. She wanted to feel
every part of his body. She never felt so full before and the
sensation was making her absolutely crazy. Her whole body seemed to be
alive. All her thoughts centered on her pussy and the huge cock in it.
She felt him run his hands along her thighs up to her waist. He was
trying to lift her up. She didn't want to move. She didn't care if she
ever moved again.

	Sam didn't give a shit if the camera worked or not. Her pussy
felt like a hot velvet glove that was tightly gripped around his cock
and he urgently needed to fuck. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted
her up, feeling her cunt slowly slide and squeeze him like it didn't
want to let go. With a powerful thrust, he then rammed back into her.

	"Oh fuck! Yeah! You're the best piece of ass I ever had. Come
on and fuck me. Fuck my black cock and make me cum again. Do it! Fuck
me slut! Fuck me!" Sam grunted.

	Momentarily, Ann was surprised by what she was doing. She just
let a stranger shoot his sperm all over her face her and she loved it.
Not only did she love it, she came herself as he was doing it. What
heightened her excitement even more was the fact that, besides being a
janitor, he was black, the first black to ever be so intimate with
her. Now, she had his monstrous cock fucking away inside her, eagerly
waiting for the second climax she knew she would have. Listening to
him urge her on, Ann lustfully put everything she had into fucking him
back. She got off his chest and braced her hands on his shoulders. She
felt him stabbing inside her pussy with quick short strokes, each one
setting off little explosions in her head. She ground her ass down
hard in small circles, loving the way his cock pushed further in and
stretched her pussy even more.

	"Oh yes! That's it! Fuck me with your big cock. Stretch it
baby! Stretch my cunt and fuck me deeper! God it feels so good! Fuck
me baby! Fuck me good. Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Ann said gasping
for air.

	Sam let her hips go and grabbed her hands off his shoulders,
holding her up with his elbows on the floor. Ann was moaning and
groaning continuously now. Her face was contorted and her neck showed
the strain she was putting on her body. Her tits, the nipples swollen,
were slightly shaking up and down from the fucking movements of her
hips. She was the sexiest woman Sam ever met. He made up his mind
right then that he would go through with his plan and make her his
slut.

	"Move it Ann! I ain't got all night you know. Fuck me like you
mean it or get your lazy ass off my cock! I'm not some amusement
ride," he said.

	"I'm almost there Sam! Please! Don't make me stop! I'm...
almost... almost... "

	"Hurry up then! And don't forget about me you fucking slut. I
came on your face and now I want to cum in your cunt," he yelled at
her.

	"OOOHH! YES! Yes cum! Fill me Sam! Fill my cunt. CUM BABY
CUM!" she shouted.

	"You better fuck faster slut! I can't get off as slow as
you're going. Ah piss on it. Let me up."

	"NOOOO! PLEASE SAM PLEASE! I'LL FUCK FASTER! DON'T PULL OUT OF
ME YET! I'LL FUCK FASTER!" Ann screamed.

	"Bullshit! Get off."

	"Please! Show me how you want me to fuck! Please don't pull
out now! Not now! Please!" she pleaded.

	"Jam your cunt on my dick real hard and real fast. That's all
you got to do."

	Ann went totally crazy. She was so close to cuming when he
threatened to pull out. She got up to her feet and straddle him in a
squatting position, careful that his cock never left her pussy. She
saw his hands spread her knees apart.

	"Open wide slut! I want to see if you know how to use that
cunt."

	Looking down at her pussy, Ann saw half his cock was in her.
The shaft was pointing straight up from his groin and disappeared
inside her. She was super wet and left milky white trails of her first
cum along his dick. She dropped down on it and saw the bulge again.
Pulling herself up, the bulge slid down. Quicker now, she saw the
bulge sliding up and down her stomach. Sam kept yelling at her to go
faster. The bulge his cock made while she fucked up and down as fast
as she could, reminded her of the lights on her stereo. They went up
and down to the beat of the music, just like the bulge was going up
and down to the beat of her fucking.

	Ann couldn't stand the excitement of watching it any more. Her
whole body was crying out to be touched and rubbed, her tits and ass
most of all. She wrapped her hands around her breasts, jumping when
she hit the nipples. She rubbed her tits in circles, pinching and
kneading them, gently at first and then harder as her orgasm got
closer. She felt Sam's hands go under her thighs, along the garter
belt, and then come up and around to her hips. He was lifting her and
pulling her down on his cock harder and faster than she could. The
first time he slammed her down, a shock ran from her clit to her brain
like lightening. She let herself go completely and climaxed the second
time her clit was jammed on his groin. Wave after wave of ecstasy
rocked her. She lost all bodily control and spasmed above him like a
rag doll, unable to think or do anything for herself.

	Sam had never seen a woman cum so hard before. Ann's eyes were
rolled back and her jaw was open, forming a big "O" with her lips.
Small tiny moans and whimpers were continuously escaping from her
throat. Her fingers and hands seemed paralyzed, extending out wide
over her tits, arms locked at the elbows. Her stomach was rippling and
she was shaking from head to toe. Her tight cunt got even tighter,
clutching and squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip. When it
loosened, he picked her up and slammed back her down. Her pussy
squeezed again on his cock and she shook all over. Five consecutive
times he did this and she came all five times. She was completely out
of her mind climaxing. Sam had cum too. That was during her second or
third orgasm, he couldn't remember which. Coming out of his own sexual
stupor, he cleared his head and realized he had better move quickly
before she snapped out of it.

	While still buried in her spasming pussy, he gently rolled Ann
over on her back. She threw her silky legs around his ass and pulled
him toward her, reaching for him with closed eyes at the same time. As
much as he would have liked to continue fucking her right then, Sam
knew he had to stick to his plan. He unwrapped her legs and quickly
pulled his cock out of her. It made a loud popping noise that sounded
like it was stuck in a wet vacuum. Ann shuddered again, gyrating her
hips in a fucking motion while trying to rip the carpet out with her
hands.

	"Fuck you're a hot little slut!" Sam said and quickly got to
his feet.

	She was climaxing still and his dick wasn't even in her.
Seeing his chance, he went over to the low table and camera. Just
before he reached it, the flash went off, but no film came out. There
was a pile of pictures on the floor in front of the table though.
Turning the camera off first, he grabbed the pile, walked over to his
pants, and shoved the pictures into the first pocket he found.

	Ann could hear the chime-like sound again and turned her head
toward it. She saw the black man getting his pants on in front of her
desk. Suddenly panic stricken, she started to get up and yelled at
him.

	"Hey wait a minute you... "

	"Hold your temper young lady. The camera and three pictures I
took before are right over there where I left them," Sam said and
pointed.

	Ann weakly, but swiftly crawled over to them on her hands and
knees. Shoving the camera to the floor, she picked up the pictures and
looked them over. There were three of them, the two he took when she
was on her desk and the third one after he hit her and she fell to the
floor. Clutching them to her chest, she looked up at Sam, who was
already dressed.

	"Hey, don't spoil everything by giving me that dirty look. We
both kept our end of the deal. You got the pictures and I got to fuck
the sluttiest piece of ass in town."

	"Like you said. Our business is over. I have the pictures and
I won't call the police, BUT I hope you enjoy your last paycheck as a
janitor for this building. Now get out of my office!"

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Blackmaled (FM+, blackmail, inter, bdsm) [2/4]
Date: 27 Mar 1996 23:30:08 GMT
			      Blackmaled
				  by
			       DATS HIM
			     Chapter Two
			 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
on 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 very much that Ann had the same
reason.

	The silence and hostility between them lasted for 2 seconds
after Tracy left.

	"I believe I can close these files for good. Any questions Mr.
More?"

	"How do you want me to begin?" Sam asked.

	"Don't bother trying! If you'll excuse me, I have to notify
security that your firm will no longer be working here," Ann said and
started walking toward the door.

	"Sit your ass down and shut 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 lap 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 lying 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
do anything 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
pictures plastered on every bulletin board in this office before the
day is over. Now, open your mouth and start sucking my cock!"

	Ann could only sit speechless in her chair as Sam stepped
closer with his huge dick flopping around inches from her face.

	"It won't be as bad as you think. Hell, I bet you'll even
enjoy it. You did last week. To show you I'm not such a bad guy after
all, I'll even give you an incentive. Every time you do what I tell
you to do, you'll get one of the original polaroids and all the copies
I made. 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 my dick pops out one more time, you won't get any of the
pictures. You better start sucking it like you did the other night
slut!" Sam shouted.

	He was telling Ann she had to eagerly blow him, not just
permit him the use of her mouth. After his warning, she clamped her
lips around his shaft and tried to keep it in her mouth, even though
he wouldn't move his legs when she attempted to bring her hands up and
hold his dick in place. When Sam felt 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 above 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 re 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 the pictures
to pay any attention to what Sam was talking about or doing. All the
photos were of her and Sam in very lewd sexual positions in the middle
of her office. There would be no doubt in anyone's mind who saw these
that itthe 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 al 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 covered with the gooey cum, but she still held the
base firmly.

	"I made seven copies of all nine pictures. One is for you, one
for your boyfriend, five are for the board members, plus the original
polaroid. I'll mail the other eight if you give me any shit! When I
say suck my cock, you better get on your knees and do it! You
understand? You even hesitate and it's your ass! You got it?"

	"Please! I'll do what you want," she begged.

	"You better! You 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 something 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 around 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 Friday, her life would
come crashing down around her.

	Ann knew the process all too well. Nobody was ever discharged
except on Friday now a days. After packing their personal things, the
former employee had no reason to come back the following week. On
Monday, all the gossip and stories would start to circulate about
them. Some of it was true, but most of it was lies. The slight ring of
truth would have everyone believing the rumors. It is 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 lying 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 and tit) 
	High Heels (10, 4" heels) 
	Stockings (any color) NO PANTYHOSE!!!
	Garter Belts (10, the sexy kind)
	Handcuffs (2 wrist and 2 ankle)
	Rope (10' long, 1/2" thick)
	Dog Collar
	Dildo (2, 10" long vibrating kind if they have it)
	Vibrating Egg (battery operated and 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 apartment and drove to the nearest shopping mall.

	Once inside, Ann located the directory and looked for a pet
shop and shoe store. Finding both, she quickly walked to the pet shop.
She asked the clerk behind the counter for a dog collar. The clerk
showed her that all those items were hanging on the wall on the other
side of the store. Never owning a pet in her life, Ann was astonished
at the selections 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 in front, she drove around to the back hoping to
get in that way. There was a small lot, well lit by flood lights, and
Ann felt semi-safe since there were no other cars around. After taking
a deep breath for courage, she got out of her car, locked it, and
walked to the back entrance of the adult bookstore/sex shop.

	Stepping through and closing the door behind her, Ann was
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 a couple of times more and he grunted as he
squirted his cum 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 and read it to
the clerk.

	"Hey, slow down lady! How many handcuffs you want?" he asked.

	"Four pair. Two wrist and two ankle."

	"Like to get kinky eh? I like that because I do too," he said
and got her the cuffs.

	"Now, What kind of egg are you looking for? We got big ones,
small ones, plastic ones, and metal ones," he asked.

	"The ones with batteries and a remote control."

	"Metal or plastic?"

	"I don't care."

	"Here's a nice set of metal ones. They're real easy to clean
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
filthy mouth and just tell 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 everything,
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 other
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.

	"If your friend's getting married, why does she need this?"

	"No! I told you. These are a joke! That's all! She kids me all
the time so I thought I'd kid her back," Ann replied still trying to
open her car.

	The men weren't buying any of her story.

	"I suppose you fucked me and my buddy as a joke on your
friend."

	Ann turned a bright red and started trembling as she
recognized the man 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 to 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 shoving its way past her
tonsils. Ann was pleasantly surprised that she didn't gag. She could
feel the cock reaching and sliding further down her throat. The hands
and cock didn't stop their onslaught until her nose pressed against
something soft and wiry. Opening her eyes and focusing, she saw only
curly pubic hairs. She raised her tongue and felt the throbbing vein
at the bottom of the dick in her mouth. Ann suddenly realized she had
deepthroat 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 under a strain, but I have to. Work on one thing at
a time. The biggest problem I have is Sam. If I do what he says and
get all the pictures back, them my life will return to normal."

	The next day at work, Ann went through her normal routines
without much trouble, except for the discomfort between her legs and a
pounding headache. Tracy had typed the new contract for Do-It-Right
Janitors and brought it in for Ann's signature. Instead of signing 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
weshopping 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 stretched them
some more. Next, she wiggled into the pink satin skirt that was part
of the outfit. The hem was short and came midway up her thighs, but
only if she spread her legs open did her nylon tops and garter straps
ever show. Like all her clothes, this was expensive and had a machine
stitched pattern of small white roses. The matching blouse was very
different. 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 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Blackmaled (FM+, blackmail, inter, bdsm) [3/4]
Date: 27 Mar 1996 23:30:52 GMT
			      Blackmaled
				  by
			DATS HER and DATS HIM
			    Chapter Three
			     That's All?

	After locking her office door and closing the shades, Ann
walked over to her closet and kicked off her shoes, then quickly
slipped out of her pantyhose. Grabbing a small paper bag from the top
shelf, she took out a garter belt and shortened the straps. The sexy
garment was her favorite color, pink. Lifting the dress she still had
on, Ann hooked it around her waist. Next, she took a package of
extra-long nylons from the bag and rolled the sheer stockings up her
legs, making sure their lace tops were as high as possible on her
thighs before attaching them to the garter belt. She then grabbed a
white satin mini-skirt from a hanger and wiggled it up over her hips.
It was tight fitting and expensive, with a row of hand-stitched, pink
roses encircling the hem. The blouse that matched the skirt was
different and tricky to get into. Swiftly pulling her dress over her
head and removing her bra, Ann put her arms in the sleeves of the
blouse. The bottom of it wrapped around her stomach and tied into a
knot on her left side. It was loose across her breasts and open to her
navel. The last thing Ann put on was one of the new pairs of shoes.
They were white pumps with very high heels and went with the rest of
her outfit. After hanging up her work clothes in the closet, Ann
combed her hair and put on some fresh makeup. Checking herself once
more, she then put on her overcoat, grabbed her purse and left work
for her "4 o'clock appointment". Ann found an empty parking place
close to the spot Sam said to meet and nervously waited in her car for
him to arrive. It was not the type of neighborhood she wanted to be
in and discovered this after she made the mistake of parking on the
wrong side of the street. Her door was next to the sidewalk. Everyone
who passed by looked her over. Most of the people quickly went about
their business but several examined her closely because she stood out
like a sore thumb.

	One group of teenagers, obviously a bunch of punks, tried to
talk her into getting out of the car. Even though they looked young,
they were very graphic in describing the things they'd like to do with
her if she'd only unlock her car door. After she ignored their filthy
comments, they began trying to break in, then suddenly started running
to the corner. Someone had come to her rescue. It was the man
blackmailing her and the reason she was here to begin with.

	"Unlock the damn door!" he shouted.

	Ann opened the door and Sam got in.

	"You got everything from the list?"

	"Yes" Ann replied angrily.

	"You dressed up the way I told you to?"

	"Yes. Listen, why... "

	"Take the coat off and let me see!" Sam said, cutting her

	Quietly, Ann unbuttoned her overcoat.

	"Not bad. Let's see it all. Throw the coat in back."

	Ann took her overcoat off and threw it on the back seat.

	"Spread your legs open," was Sam's next order.

	"What! Right here?"

	When he started to get out, Ann realized she made a big
mistake.

	"Wait! I'll do it!"

	Sam left the car door open and turned back to face her.

	"I'm not going to take any of your shit. You understand?"

	"I'm sorry," Ann said fearfully.

	"When I say do something, you do it! You got that?"

	Ann meekly shook her head.

	"Show me what you got on underneath that skirt!"

	Ann slowly raised the already short hem of her skirt up her
thighs.

	Sam grabbed her leg and easily positioned her the way he
wanted to. Ann's right leg was bent, her knee raised and her high heel
flat on the seat, while he held other one to the floor. Because the
skirt was so tight fitting, it slid up her legs. The lace tops of her
nylons and neatly trimmed pussy just beyond them were in plain view
now. Ann didn't like wearing panties, but wished she had as Sam ran
his hands up and down her silky legs. He then gripped her left knee
and shoved her legs wider apart.

	"Fuck anybody lately?"

	Ann blushed, remembering her experience at the adult
bookstore. Sam noticed her reaction.

	"How many guys?"

	When she did answer, he asked again.

	"I don't remember," Ann said without thinking.

	"You must be a bigger slut than I thought you were! That's
good cause I like a woman that loves to fuck. Now lift your ass and
pull that skirt all the way up to your waist!"

	Ann looked shocked, but only for a second, as she quickly
raised her skirt up to her waist. The cool air from the open door and
the fear of what Sam might want her to do next had Ann trembling all
over. Traffic was slowing down now, too, and horns started blaring as
the cars approached, but Sam ignored them and continued to give Ann
orders.

	"Open your snatch and look at me."

	Nervous and embarrassed, Ann raised her head and dropped a
hand between her legs. She painstakingly spread her pussy-lips open
and looked at him.

	"Where's the stuff at?"

	"In the trunk," Ann almost whispered.

	"Stay like that! If you want to play with yourself, go ahead,
but keep your legs and cunt open until I get back," Sam said and
reached for the keys in the ignition.

	Ann jumped, thinking he was going to touch her again. He
grinned at her reflex and got out of the car, leaving the door open.

	Ann was terrified that the drivers slowly passing by could see
her and started to close her legs. Sam yelled at her to stay the way
she was and walked to the back of her car.

	Sam saw her flight bag, boxes of shoes and a brown paper bag
after he opened the trunk. Starting first with the flight bag, he
inspected her clothes. Next, he opened a few of the shoe boxes. He
then went through the brown bag and was surprised she had gotten
almost everything from the list, only the rope was missing. Grabbing
the dog collar from the paper bag, he walked back and threw the car
keys and dog collar at Ann.

	"Put this on, then start the car. You know what to do after
that."

	Ann was grateful she would be able to cover herself and
fleetingly thought about pulling away once the engine was running.
She then remembered the anguish she went through when she made him mad
the first time and didn't want to chance making him that mad again.
She looked into the rear view mirror and saw that Sam was watching
her. Ann put the dog collar on and started up the car. Unable to
delay any longer, she reluctantly leaned against the door and assumed
the same embarrassing position she was in before.

	Sam watched as she put her leg back up on the front seat and
dropped her hands out of sight. He decided to see just how far she'd
let him go before she said no.

	Ann was going through her own private hell. It took every
ounce of willpower she had to keep her legs and pussy spread open on a
public street and in broad daylight. She kept telling herself it
didn't matter, that she had to have the pictures Sam had. With her
eyes closed and in a soft whisper, Ann kept repeating, "I'll do
anything... I'll do anything... I'll do anything... "

	Sam grabbed the vibrating eggs from the paper bag, closed the
trunk and got back inside the car, but still left the door open. He
looked Ann over while he opened the eggs and noticed a shiny silver
name plate on the collar around her neck. He reminded himself to have
it engraved before he made her wear it again.

	Ann saw what he was opening and could have died. "He's not
going to put those in me!" her mind screamed "Not here! Oh God, please
not here!"

	"Open your mouth and get these wet," Sam said as he shoved one
of the eggs at her face.

	Ann's eyes turned into huge saucers while she sat in stiff
horror as the egg passed between her clamped lips. The cheeks on both
sides of her face puffed out when the second egg was in. A single wire
was running from her mouth to the control in Sam's hand. Without
warning, he turned the eggs on.

	Ann was scared out of her wits and shut her eyes tightly when
the eggs began jumping around inside her mouth. Everything the black
man was doing to her was unbelievable. Her teeth were chattering and
her eyes were shaking in their sockets. She tried to stop the eggs
from moving with her tongue but it was no use. When she thought she
had them under control, Sam would only turn the speed up. When he had
them at their highest speed, Ann's eyes snapped open. Her senses were
more aware of what was going on than her brain.

	Sam was talking to her and Ann shook her head. She didn't know
why she did it, she just did. She only saw his lips move, not really
hearing anything he said, and nodded in agreement to whatever he was
talking about. When Sam finally turned the eggs off and yanked them
from her mouth, Ann rubbed her jaw.

	"Go on, lay down and do it!" Sam said as he moved off the
seat.

	Frightened beyond belief, Ann stretched herself out.

	"Put one foot on the dashboard and one over the seat!"

	Ann whimpered, but raised both her feet and put them where he
said to. Her legs parted, revealing her naked pussy, not only to Sam
but to the cars slowing down in the street. Ann turned her head toward
the seat cushion, wishing she could crawl into a ball and hide. When
she felt his hands grab her ankles, Ann jumped.

	"You got a busy schedule, so get cracking!"

	"What?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.

	"Shove one in your cunt and the other up your ass. You agreed
to do it. Are you telling me you won't do it now? Are you saying no?"
Sam asked menacingly.

	Ann thought life was unfair. Because of one minor
indiscretion, she had to do whatever this sick pervert wanted. He
could ruin her life or would keep demanding more from her. She had to
make a choice. Let him keep ordering her around this way and do
everything he said, or face the consequences. If there was only some
way of knowing he'd really give her all the pictures, she'd be able to
swallow her pride for a while.

	"You got until the count of three. One... two... "

	Before Sam said three, Ann grabbed the eggs from him and
placed them between her legs.

	"Shove the first one in your ass!"

	She flinched the instant the cold, oblong-shaped, metal sphere
touched her. Ann tried relaxing as best she could and tried to get the
egg inside her but it was too difficult, the wet egg was bigger than
she thought. She let it go for a second and placed her hands on the
outside of her legs, then picked it up again. Ann grimaced and pushed
harder, the egg finally popping into her tin asshole.

	"Now your cunt! Put the other egg in your cunt!" Sam almost
yelled at her.

	Ann's fingers fumbled around for the other egg. Finding it,
she brought it up to her vagina.

	"Damn! You're a fucking water facet down there."

	It was true. For reasons she didn't understand and didn't want
to, her pussy was already soaking wet and the second egg easily slid
inside. Ann wanted to die. Her body was responding to the humiliating
things Sam was making her do. She closed her eyes and tried to block
out the world.

	"Turn them on!" Sam said and handed her the control.

	Bracing herself, Ann slowly rotated the dial on the control.
Nothing happened. She turned it some more. Nothing. All the way up.
The eggs still didn't move. Ann was thankful since this allowed the
two wired-intruders time to warm up.

	"Shake it!" Sam ordered.

	She shook the control and the eggs suddenly began vibrating at
full speed.

	Her back arched high off the seat and her eyes opened wide in
shock. The eggs were bringing about sensations Ann didn't expect. Her
vagina and buttocks began clashing for attention, crying out for her
to concentrate on what was taking place inside each of them. Ann could
only groan in response to the excitement racing throughout her entire
body. Her nipples joined the fight and were begging to be touched. Ann
suddenly dropped the control for the eggs and grabbed her tits with
both hands.

	"I never saw anybody get so hot, so fast. You're a natural
slut," she heard Sam say as he let her ankles go and grabbed the
control for the eggs from the floor.

	Ann couldn't understand why she became this turned on. Her
hips were grinding like crazy and pumping up and down. She tried in
vain to remain still, but couldn't.

	"Suck me off, slut!" Sam ordered as he straddled the drive-
shaft hump and moved Ann so her face was in front of his cock.

	Ann raised her head up, opened her lips and sucked his dick
into her mouth.

	She was defeated again. Ann made up her mind to do whatever
Sam asked to get the pictures, but swore she would NOT enjoy anything
he did to her. Whatever else happened, she didn't want Sam to see her
act like she did at the adult bookstore. In less than 15 minutes,
though, she was. Not only was she enjoying everything, especially
sucking his dick, but she didn't care who saw her doing it.

	Sam was watching Ann carefully. Leaning over her head, with
his arms on the top of the seat for support, his huge dick was being
licked and sucked. Ann's legs were lewdly spread apart and up high.
Her slender thighs and naked pussy could be seen by anyone who drove
by the open car door. Actually, her compact ass was almost sticking
out of the car as she bounced herself up and down on the seat. Ann
dressed the way he told her to, but even then she really didn't look
like a two-bit whore. Sexy, yes, but not sleazy. He had to be
overlooking something. Why was it so easy to get her to do whatever he
wanted. The pictures couldn't be the only reason.

	"That's enough for now, slut!" Sam abruptly said while he
pulled his dick from her mouth and turned the eggs off.

	With every nerve in her body still tingling, Ann slowed down
her undulating hips as tears began running from her eyes. It wasn't
from the disgraceful way she had just behaved, but from being so close
to coming that she cried. Ann whimpered, not in shame, but because she
couldn't obtain the release only a climax could bring. The spasms
deep inside her pussy, the hot flashes that made her cheeks a bright
red, her nipples, ready to burst, were all reminders of how wanton she
had become. Like the other night, she knew it was wrong, and like the
other night, Ann didn't care.

	Sam was busy stringing the long wire from the eggs through her
skirt and the right sleeve of her blouse. Done, he told her to sit up

	"Leave those in but don't turn them on. I don't know about
you, but I could use a drink. See the stop light up there?"

	"Yes," Ann replied weakly.

	"At that light, we're going to make a left. A friend of mine
runs a bar over there. We'll park in back, so follow me," Sam said and
was gone before Ann had a chance to say anything.

	Ignoring Sam as soon as he got out and closed the door, Ann
turned the eggs on. She felt the marvelous vibrations again, but
something was missing. She had small climaxes, but not the big one she
needed and had been so close to a moment ago. Frustrated, Ann turned
the eggs off. Making herself presentable, she started the engine and
put her car in gear as Sam pulled along side her.

	When they arrived at the bar, Ann parked her car next to Sam's
and got out, not bothering to shut off the engine. She was going to
ask him for the pictures, then leave. Sam had other plans. He opened
his trunk and told Ann to do the same. She thought he wanted
everything, but he didn't. He checked to make sure the eggs were still
inside her and then took the paper bag out of her trunk.

	"I'll keep this stuff, you keep the clothes handy."

	"What about the pictures? I did everything you asked me to
do," she asked nervously.

	"Did I say I was done? No, I didn't! You've been pretty good
so far, so don't fuck it up now. I'll let you know when you're done.
You'll get the pictures, but ONLY if you don't give me any shit. We
understand each other?"

	Ann shook her head.

	"Where's the rope?" Sam asked, grabbing the control for the
eggs from her and turning them on low.

	Ann's heart skipped a beat and she turned white when she
realized she forgot to buy the rope.

	"Leave those on. I'll tell you when you can shut them off.
We'll talk about the rope inside. Right now, I'm thirsty," Sam said
and walked away.

	Ann didn't know what to think. What was he up to now? Would he
keep the pictures? With trembling hands and shaky legs, Ann locked her
car up as quickly as she could, the eggs slowly oscillating inside
her, and hurried after Sam.

	He was talking to someone at the bar when Ann walked in the
back door. It was only quarter to five, so only a few people were
there. Sam was waving at her to come over to the bar, but Ann didn't
want to meet anyone in her present.condition and stayed where she was.
Sam pulled some envelopes out of his jacket and Ann almost ran to the
bar.

	"This is Garcia. He's the friend I was telling you about."

	"Don't believe anything this black telephone pole told you
about me," Garcia said with a smile and held out his hand to her.

	Ann politely shook his hand, but didn't return his smile or
say anything.

	"She's shy at first, but gets REAL friendly once she knows you
better," Sam said to his friend.

	"Go sit over by the wall. I'll get our drinks and join you in
a bit," Sam told Ann and pointed to a table in the back.

	"What a body! How did you two meet? And don't tell me she's a
pro. She might dress like one, but I'll bet the bar she isn't."

	"It's a long story, pal. Maybe one of these days I'll tell
you. How about my usual and a Tequila Sunrise for her."

	"Coming right up. You want a double?" Garcia asked with a
wink.

	"No. Not necessary."

	"What? You fucked her already? How is she?"

	"Why not find out yourself?"

	"Really! Come on, no bullshit stories. You wouldn't mind?"

	"Like I said, find out yourself. When you get off, join us and
get off again." Sam winked and took the drinks from Garcia's hands.

	Ann was sitting with her back to the bar. She didn't want
anyone to see her, especially dressed the way she was, but Sam wanted
her to be noticed and that was why he told her to sit at that table.
The bright lights from the jukebox would show her off to everyone.
This was part of his general plan.

	Sam was going to have Ann expose herself, and maybe let a
couple of men fondle her. He was going to teach the beautiful
executive that she could get turned on, no matter where she was or who
she was with, and feel comfortable about it. When she was able to show
off without being embarrassed, then he'd move on to the next phase.

	Sam told Ann to sit by the wall when got to the table, then
grabbed her chair and moved it to sit on her right. She was now where
he wanted and could be seen by anyone in the front or back of his
friend's lounge.

	"You're starting to piss me off. First, you didn't bring
everything I told you to get, then you're rude to my friend. How would
you like me to mail these pictures? If that's what you want, just say
so. I have nothing to loose. It's your ass that's on the line! What's
it going to be?"

	Ann was nervously playing with her drink. From the slow and
steady vibrating eggs in both her ass and pussy, she couldn't think
straight. On top of this, Sam was telling her to make up her mind.
The choices were simple. Give in, or be disgraced and fired from her
job.

	Sam watched and knew what she was thinking about. He purposely
put Ann in a corner just then. He wanted her to feel she had no
alternative. Pick the lesser of two evils. Which one? What made it
worse for her were the eggs. Ann couldn't possibly concentrate and had
to band what her conscious was telling her. While she was still
weighing the dreaded options, he'd show her things weren't as bad as
she thought they were. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the
envelopes and laid them on the table.

	"Tell you what, you can have the pictures now, but we're not
done yet! Go ahead, they're yours. Hurry up and finish your drink.
I'll get us another one," Sam said and got up from the table.

	What he said and the way he said it was a most welcome
surprise. Ann was hoping he had some compassion. Even if it meant
throwing away everything she had, she couldn't continue if Sam didn't
care how he was treating her. As long as he showed some thought for
her, Ann could put up with almost anything he wanted until she got all
the pictures, otherwise, she just couldn't. Ann also needed to know
this would not go on forever and that she could trust him to keep his
word about ending it. By giving her the envelopes now, he was showing
her that his blackmail would end if she did everything he wanted. With
a ray of light at the end of the dark tunnel she was in, Ann grabbed
her drink and downed it.

	She then opened each envelope and looked at the picture and
note inside. The note was the same one that lied about her sexual
desires, but Sam had put different pictures in each one and also
stated who received copies. The original polaroid was even different
from the ones in the five stamped envelopes. The people they were
addressed to couldn't ignore the pictures and would certainly talk to
each other, removing any doubt they may have had that it wasn't their
darling little Ann. This made her more grateful Sam gave her the
pictures.

	Ann carefully looked over each snapshot. She never bothered to
look closely at the copies Sam let her keep Monday, only locked them
in her desk as soon as he left her office. The original polaroid
showed a near-naked Ann sitting on the totally naked Sam. His
enormous, ebony cock was sticking straight up between her spread
thighs and she was jacking him off. His equally huge hands were
squeezing her breasts. The sight of herself like this and the eggs,
made Ann squirm.

	Sam and Garcia were talking at the bar when both of them
noticed Ann's legs separate a little.

	"You have to tell me how you met. Is she a secretary at one of
the offices your company cleans?" Garcia wanted to know.

	"Listen friend, I never kiss and tell. I will tell you this.
If you know how to treat her, she'll do anything you want. And, I do
mean ANYTHING!"

	"Well, you inning to spasm again when she heard the heavy
footsteps of Sam approaching the table. She quickly gathered the
envelopes and pictures and stuffed them into her purse. Sam sat down
and handed her another drink. The after-work crowd was just starting
to trickle in.

	"Well, I gave you time to think about it. Got anything to
say?"

	Sam was surprised when Ann didn't put on her mute act.

	"Just one question. Why are you doing this? You seemed nice
enough up there with your friend, so why are you putting me through
this? Why?"

	Ann wasn't out of character. A little bolder maybe, but that
could be due to the stress she was going through. Sam had to answer
her cautiously. If he was too stern, she'd think he was just sadistic.
If he was too friendly, she might tell him to go ahead and mail the
pictures. Sam wasn't sadistic, and though she didn't know it, he
wouldn't mail the pictures. As usual, Sam was a step ahead of her. He
would bring back her fear, but not scare her so much that she's stop
meeting him when he wanted her. With his best poker face, he stared
into her eyes.

	"When you hand over my copy of the new contract, I'll give you
an answer. Except, I don't want your signature on it now, I want the
old man's!"

	The effect he wanted was made. Ann looked like he just told
her a secret about herself that she didn't think anyone knew. Changing
the topic, before she dwelled upon it too long, he talked to her some
more.

	"Garcia wanted to know your name. Of course, I didn't tell
him. He also wants to know how we met. The way I figure it, that's
between only you and me, nobody else. He is my best friend, though, so
unless you tell him your name, or make one up, he's going to call you
sexy."

	"What do you mean? Why does he have to know my name?" Ann
almost screamed.

	Getting hysterical, Ann was kicking herself for not bringing
the contract with her. Plus, those damn eggs were making her hornier.

	"Hey, calm down! He's only trying to be friendly! Get a grip
on yourself!" Sam yelled.

	His shouting at her in front of other people made Ann
embarrassed. She immediately realized that Sam was right. Garcia was
suppose to ask questions and be friendly with people, it was part of
his job. She grabbed her glass to take a drink and calm her nerves,
but it was empty.

	"Is it okay if I have another drink?" she asked Sam quietly.

	"First, go up there and apologize to those people for making
such a fuss over nothing, then get your own damn drink you stupid
slut!"

	Ann saw how mad she made him and wanted to get away as quickly
as possible. She got up and walked to the bar. Sam wasn't really mad.
It was all an act. He wanted to calm her down and it worked.

	"Sorry about the noise. We'll try to keep it down to a low
uproar," Ann said, smiling at everyone as she approached the bar.

	The only person who understood her was Garcia.

	"Sorry miss. What noise? We were arguing up here when I should
have been checking your drinks. I'll be right over with fresh ones."
Garcia politely lied.

	"Could you please make it something a little stronger?"

	"Sure. You go and sit your pretty self down and I'll bring it
over."

	In Spanish, he asked his other customers if they knew of a
drink stronger than Tequila, because that's what the lady wanted. The
small group consulted among themselves for a bit, then one of the
robust women suggested a Kamikaze. She said that it always knocked her
on her ass and should do the same thing to the skinny blonde. While
Garcia made a pitcher of them, the man at the far end of the bar said
he wouldn't mind seeing the blonde on her ass, or knees, or stomach,
and everyone laughed.

	Back at the table, Ann was sitting quietly next to Sam. He
reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of change.

	"Go play some music. Make it soft."

	While Ann selected the songs, her mouth-watering figure was
silhouetted against the jukebox. Sam remembered being between those
shapely legs, remembered her mouth sucking on him, remembered how hot
and tight her cunt felt. As Sam's cock started growing and he thought
of taking her out back and fucking her, but he decided not to, at
least not yet. He wanted to go with his original plan and he was going
to stick to it. He may need Garcia's help after all. When his friend
came over with fresh drinks, he asked what was in the small picture.

	"Her idea, not mine! She asked for something stronger than
Tequila."

	"What the fuck do you have that's stronger than that?"

	"It's a Kamikaze. Guess why. It's on the house if you remember
to let me know when she starts to feel these. Is it a deal?"

	"Just keep checking under the table. You'll know if she's a
real blonde as soon as she's done over there."

	When Ann got back and sat down, she was going to pour herself
a drink from the pitcher, but Sam stopped her.

	"Pull your skirt up until I tell you to stop. Don't look at
me, just do it!"

	Nervously looking at the all the people at the bar, Ann pulled
her short skirt higher up her thighs. She was going to stop when the
top of her nylons showed, but Sam told her to keep going. She was
finally sitting bare-ass in the chair before Sam said she could pour
herself a drink. Ann gulped down the first drink in one swallow and
shakily poured another.

	"With legs like that, you should show them off. Have another
drink and quit being so jumpy. I'm not going to fuck you right here,
so settle down."

	After she finished her third drink and was pouring a fourth,
Sam waited until Ann had her glass up to her mouth. He then pulled the
table away from her.

	"Don't move! Keep your chair against the wall and your hands
off your lap! I want to look at you for a while. You don't mind, do
you?" he asked sarcastically.

	More customers had come in and it was crowded now. Ann was
keenly aware that everyone was looking at her. She only hoped they
couldn't see the wire for the eggs and her wet pussy. When Sam called
Garcia over, she downed her drink and scooted forward to get another.
Sam pushed her back until she was against the wall again.

	Garcia's mouth dropped open when he saw where Ann's skirt was.
He didn't hear anything Sam was saying and started talking Spanish
while he watched friend's hand slowly move up her thighs, past the top
of her nylons, over her garter straps and finally stop at her naked
pussy.

	"Are you deaf?" Sam asked.

	"Huh? What? uh... " Garcia babbled as he continued to stare at
Sam's hand.

	"Put your tongue back in your mouth, pal. I called to ask a
favor, not to have you drool all over our table." Sam laughed and
stuck a finger inside Ann's pussy.

	"HOLY JESUS! I don't... She's letting... In front of me!"

	"Look, is there anyone in here you really trust?"

	"ME!"

	"No, I need a guy, maybe a couple guys, to dance with her. I
don't care if they feel her up or anything like that, but I don't want
them trying to take her out of here. She's hot, but I want her
hotter."

	"Are you crazy? Take her in the stockroom."

	"No, you don't understand. I want her begging for it. You
going to help me out or not?"

	"You won't forget me, will you?"

	"Don't worry. I'll make sure she thanks you properly," Sam
said and probed Ann's pussy deeper.

	The moment Garcia came up to their table, Ann dropped her
head. With her eyes down, she, like Garcia, saw and couldn't believe
that Sam was going to fondle her right there.

	Ann jumped when Sam's hand touched her knee, but she didn't
back away or try to cross her legs. He slowly and firmly started to
caress her thigh, making her shiver slightly. The drinks were
effecting her, but not so much that Ann didn't know what was going on.
In fact, the combination of Kamikazes and Tequila seemed to raise the
level of excitement she was experiencing. Sam's touch set off the hot
flashes again. His hand, steadily inching its way up her nylons, was
transmitting a heat that spread throughout her body, showing up as a
red glow on her face. When his hand slid off her stockings and touched
her bare flesh, Ann gasped and clenched her hands into fists. She shut
out the rest of the world and shuddered as his roaming fingertips
combed through her golden mound. The instant one of his fingers found
her throbbing clitoris, Ann was seized by a wave of desire. She sighed
and began rotating her pelvis against his hand. When Sam's middle
finger slipped between her swollen pussy-lips, Ann moaned loud enough
to cause several people at the bar to turn around.

	Sam looked for any sign of resistance to what he was doing.
Ann only bit her lower lip and continued to sigh. He felt and pushed
the shaking egg deeper into her vagina. Her whole pussy suddenly
tightened around his finger. Ann was his! She had surrendered and
forgot, or didn't care where she was. The high and mighty executive
was about to have an orgasm in a crowded bar. But, Sam didn't want Ann
to get off yet. Like he told his friend, he wanted to hear her beg.
Sam wanted Ann to be his willing slut, without blackmail. If it meant
keeping her on the verge of coming, then that's what he'd do.

	He slowly pulled his finger out of her pussy and placed it,
lengthwise, against her lips. Raising her head with his glistening
digit, he and Garcia saw Ann's chest expand as she inhaled the aroma
of her own juices. He then wiggled it into her mouth. Ann opened up
and began licking his finger clean. Her lips formed a circle around it
and her mouth made a popping noise when he pulled it all the way out.

	Garcia ran to the bar like a man who'd seen a ghost and talked
to his friends at the near end. Then he got Sam another drink and told
him things were set. Garcia said he would join them as soon as his
relief came, in about an hour. Sam said they'd wait for him.

	"You don't drink very often do you?" Sam asked Ann after
Garcia left.

	"I like wine once in a while, but you're right. I don't
usually drink."

	It was the first time Ann had talked to him in a civil and
friendly tone of voice. Sam reminded himself to ask Garcia what was in
a Kamikaze.

	"Think you can relax and enjoy yourself for a while?"

	Ann looked at him quizzically. She didn't know how to answer.
Sure, she was feeling more relaxed than she had in days. And, there
was no doubt he had made her horny, the wet spot on her seat was proof
of that. But, Sam was also shocking and embarrassing her by openly
fingering her pussy in such a public place. Not that she knew anyone
here. These people were complete strangers.

	"That's fine! Don't say anything! I'll stop trying to be
polite."

	"You don't have to stop being nice just because I didn't
answer."

	"What do you consider nice? Is this nice?" Sam asked as his
hand rubbed her thigh again.

	"No," Ann replied.

	"Tell me, what's so bad about it," he said and rubbed higher.

	"You're doing it in front of other people. They can see us."

	"Don't you like men looking at you. You are attractive.
Especially your legs. They're even more sexy in nylons and high heels.
My cock gets hard just looking at your legs."

	"But we're in a bar! Can't we go somewhere else?"

	"How's this feel?" Sam said as he dipped his finger back into
her pussy.

	"Must feel nice, cause you're all wet down there. Or is it
because everybody can see me playing with your cunt. Is that why
you're wet? You secretly like being watched while somebody fingers
your pussy."

	Ann didn't know what to think anymore as Sam started to move
his finger in and out of her slick hole while whispering in her ear.

	"Some of the men are rubbing their dicks now. You're making
them hard. They're wondering just how hot and wet your pussy gets.
They want to finger you too."

	Sam then stopped talking and removed his finger. He saw that
Ann had lost control of herself. He had her willing to do anything
without a complaint. Sam then told Ann to spread her legs apart and
remove the eggs. Without a word, she did and handed them to him when
she finished. It not only surprised him that she did this, but he was
more surprised to see that both eggs were clean. He thought about
putting them on the table, but decided not to and shoved them in his
pocket.

	"I think you need some exercise. Since I'm too tall for you,
ask that guy in the red shirt at the end of the bar if he'll dance. I
don't care what he wants to do with you on that dance floor, you let
him! You understand? You let him do whatever he wants."

	When Ann got up, he was surprised again. Instead of pulling
her skirt down first, she stood straight up. Ann was displaying
herself to everyone and smiling seductively at Sam. She let the satin
miniskirt drop on its own while she stood there and wiggled her hips.
There were whistles from every man in the place as Ann sexily walked
to the bar.

	Tapping him on the shoulder, she asked the man in the red
shirt to dance with her. Pulling him off the bar stool when he didn't
respond, she walked him back to the jukebox. After they were there,
she wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her head on his chest,
snuggled her body tightly against his, and began swinging her hips to
the music.

	Garcia came rushing over and told Sam she had gone to the
wrong end of the bar, she was dancing with the wrong guy. The man she
was dancing with didn't even speak English. Sam roared in a fit of
laughter.

	"Don't worry. She did me one better, that's all."

	"Tell me you black lightning rod, what kind of game are you
two playing? I'd like to know before I jump into it."

	"It's called FUCK IT! Come on Garcia, don't be shy. She
isn't," Sam said and pointed to the pair dancing.

	Ann's hands were roaming all over the guy's ass, not the other
way around. Every time she pulled him closer and grate her pelvis at
him, the man would pull away the minute she loosened her grip. Ann
then tried grinding herself against his leg, but he'd straighten it
out as soon as her rear end went down. She kept placing his hands on
her ass, but he kept raising them up to her back. When she tried
kissing him, his head moved around like the statue of dog in the back
of a car window. It was the most hilarious sight Sam had seen in a
long time. This guy had the sexiest woman in the place trying to give
herself to him and he was acting like she had the plague. When the
song finally ended, everybody in the place laughed and applauded.

	Sam wanted to see a stranger feel her up and Ann knew better
than to say no. When the guy wouldn't even hold her tight, she became
panic stricken. Ann thought Sam had set her up and was going to tell
her to give the pictures back.

	"I was trying to get him to feel me up, but he wouldn't! It
wasn't my fault, Sam! Please don't get mad. I really tried. Honest, I
really did!" Ann explained when she got back to the table.

	"I suggest you try harder next time," Sam said.

	"I will! Thank you, Sam. Thank you," Ann said and leaned down
and kissed his cheek.

	"Whenever you kiss me, or anybody else I tell you to kiss, I
want to see some tongue. None of that pecking shit! Try it again!"

	Standing next to him, Ann cupped his cheeks in her hands and
lowered her face. Before placing her mouth to his, she parted her
lips, wiggled her tongue into his mouth, then soulfully kissed him.

	With her tongue diving for his throat, Sam pulled the eggs out
of his pocket. Placing a hand between her legs, he put one of them in
her pussy. Ann squealed and flinched when the cold metal first touched
her, but didn't stop kissing him. When he had both of them in her
cunt, he turned them on. Ann moaned and kissed him more passionately.
Breaking their kiss, Sam told Ann to remove the eggs and sit down.
Still standing next to him, Ann calmly reached up between her legs and
pulled the two eggs out. Sam knew he definitely would have to ask
Garcia what was in a Kamikaze before the night was over.

	"Mind if I join you?" Garcia asked.

	"I have to powder my nose anyway. Okay, Sam?" Ann asked.

	"Yeah. Just make sure you look sexy before you come out, but
don't get off in there!"

	Garcia's head swiveled like a radar while he stared at Ann's
beautifully shaped ass and long legs as she walked to the ladies room.

	"And you! Get a pencil and paper," Sam said to his friend.

	"Why? Forget her name already? Damn! You're all cock and no
brains."

	"No, I want you to tell me what's in a Kamikaze."

	"You can hear me when I write?"

	"Just get a damn pencil and paper and write it down!"

	Garcia threw a crumpled up note at Sam and refilled Ann's
glass.

	"The way you two were carrying on, I thought you might want
it. You want to know something? This works better than our infamous
Spanish Fly! Don't tell my wife though. I've been spiking her drinks
with that shit for years."

	"Maybe that's why she's a lush."

	"That was cold! Did I see your hand between her legs again?"

	"Am I the only black man sitting at this table?"

	"Shame on you! Acting like a high school kid. You're going to
corrupt that nice girl."

	"That's the idea. You want a turn?"

	"What can I do to the wench?" Garcia jokingly said while
rubbing his hands together.

	"Whatever you want. Get me another drink, then meet us in the
stockroom?"

	"Ouch! Quit twisting my arm. See you in a couple of minutes."

	Garcia had been watching his friend and the mysterious blonde
since they came in. He couldn't figure out what was going on between
them. Whenever he could hear Sam talking to her, it seemed as though
he was barking orders at her. His friend was in a serious mood around
her, but not when she wasn't by him. And the young blonde! One minute
she was meek and quiet as a mouse, and the next minute she was acting
like a sex starved nymphomaniac. Sam hadn't been in the bar in over a
week and maybe it was because he was fighting with his new girlfriend.
Before joining them, Garcia decided to liven up their conversation
with humor, maybe this would help them forget whatever problems they
were having. Seldom was Garcia wrong about people, but boy was he
wrong this time!

	Sam got up and headed for the stockroom. As he got there, Ann
came out of the bathroom. He only pointed to the stockroom and Ann
walked into it. After he turned on the lights, he told Ann to stand in
the small open area where there were no boxes. Just then, Garcia's
head poked around the door.

	"Come on in, she's about to start," Sam said.

	Garcia quickly came into the room and kicked the door closed
behind him. He walked up and stood beside Sam. Ann was a couple of
feet away looking at both of them tentatively.

	"What do you say, pal? Think we ought to fuck this slut, or
send her home?"

	Garcia was staring at Ann. After swallowing hard, he set the
drinks down on a stack of beer cases.

	"Ever fuck two guys at once, slut?" Sam asked.

	"Do you have to keep calling me that?"

	"I'll call you anything I want! Now answer the question. You
ever fuck two guys at once or not?"

	"No."

	"I think it's time you did. Open that blouse and show us your
tits."

	Without another word, Ann laid her purse on the floor then
began to untie the knot that held her blouse in place. Her hands
trembled, but this wasn't because she was scared, she was excited
again. Since meeting Sam tonight, he had kept her on the brink of
coming but wouldn't let her to get off. Now, it looked like he was
finally going to let her climax, big time!

	Sam and Garcia watched her. She untied the knot on her side
and unwrapped the blouse from her waist, folding the loose material in
back. Her naked tits stood out on her chest, firm round, mounds of
white flesh. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. Her blouse was
barely hanging on her shoulders when she reached up to pull it down
her arms. As she put her arms behind her to pull the sleeves off, her
breasts jutted out further.

	"Who told you to take it off?" Sam asked.

	"I thought... "

	"Nobody told you to think either, slut! Lift your skirt up.
All the way!"

	Ann lifted her skirt up to her waist without protesting. This
reminded her a little bit of when her boyfriend got excited and told
her what to do, but it was different. Sam didn't have the same urgency
in his voice that her boyfriend did. He was more forceful and
demanding. He wasn't making a request, he was commanding her to do it.
This turned her on, but Ann wasn't about to tell either of the two men
standing in front of her that.

	"Get my friend's dick hard. Take your time and make it good!"
Sam ordered.

	Ann walked up to Garcia and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Through his shirt, Garcia could feel Ann's nipples and firm tits
pressing against his chest. This alone was making his dick hard, but
what she did next made it rock hard.

	Ann swung her right arm around his hips, placed her hand on
his ass and pulled him closer to her with a jerk. A little surprised
by what she did, Garcia looked over at Sam. Sam only smiled back and
gave him a thumbs-up signal. Still wanting to make sure the attractive
blonde was doing this willingly, he talked a little before responding
to her hand.

	"You will be gentle with me won't you? I've never done
anything like this," Garcia said in mock apprehension.

	"Please, just kiss me!" she whispered into his ear.

	Ann then made sure Sam could see her mouth part and her tongue
sticking out as she kissed Garcia. Running her left hand through his
hair, Ann clutched at his ass and shoved her pussy into his groin. She
felt his hardening dick and moaned into his mouth when it pulsed
against the inside of her leg. She was finally going to get the relief
her body was looking for. She wished that Sam had let her climax
earlier. He had more than enough chances, but tonight he was torturing
her. Maybe he'd let Garciher right hand from his ass down to his
crotch and massaged the outline of his bulging dick with her fingers,
creating another wet spot on his pants as his pre-cum began flowing
from his cock.

	Garcia was reveling in the feel and smell of such a sexy woman
pressing so close to him. Her tongue swirled around his several times
before she opened her mouth wider and sucked on his tongue. Her left
hand was forcing him to mash her lips while she kept moaning into his
mouth. Their kiss lasted almost a full minute before the blonde slowly
eased the pressure on his head and pulled away, licking his lips
before separating completely.

	Garcia had to gulp for air. From only one kiss, she had him
dizzy. Even his wife had never kissed him with so much passion. And,
contrary to what he told everyone, she was a Latin beauty with an
equally fantastic body.

	Ann knew she was being shameless, but everything had become so
erotic and exciting that she couldn't stop herself. She needed and
wanted somebody to fuck her. Her inhibitions were dropping away
quicker than a payoff from a slot machine, and Ann didn't care. She
wanted to feel a hard cock inside her aching pussy, and she wanted it
now!

	"That's enough! Get on your hands and knees, slut!" Sam said
and began taking his pants off, Garcia doing the same.

	"Suck or fuck?" Sam asked his friend.

	"I want to fuck her first."

	"Go ahead! It's your stockroom."

	Garcia got on his knees behind Ann and Sam knelt down in front
of her.

	Ann was already shaking in anticipation of her first double
fuck. She saw Sam's large dick hanging in front of her face. It was
getting hard, but wasn't stiff yet. He brought her head up and began
to grind himself against her face. Ann stuck her tongue out and licked
his dick each time it came near her mouth. She felt it growing firmer
and kept licking.

	Meanwhile, Garcia was squeezing her small ass and rubbing his
dick along her pussy-lips, teasing her. After having the eggs in her
most of the evening, Ann was too impatient to wait. She reached
between her thighs and felt around for Garcia's prick. Placing his
cock-head against her slit, Ann pushed herself back. When it entered,
she let out a long sigh. This is what she needed for the past couple
of hours.

	Garcia's hands gripped her hips and he slowly slid his cock
into her. He never felt anyone as wet as the blonde was. His cock was
being drowned by her juices and he had to force himself from not
shoving all the way into her while she kept trying to push herself
back at him.

	"Did she just get out of convent or something?"

	"No, she just can't get enough cock. Isn't that right slut?"
Sam asked her as he grabbed his dick and held it out.

	Ann didn't say anything. She just wanted the two men to fuck
her. She pushed harder against Garcia and opened her mouth for Sam's
cock.

	"Tell him, slut! Tell him how much you love cock!" Sam said as
he slapped her face with his dick.

	"YES! I love cock! Please, don't tease me. Fuck me! Tell your
friend to shove his cock all the way in!" Ann almost yelled.

	Garcia thrust into her as hard as he could as Sam shoved his
dick in her mouth. Ann was coming immediately. Her pussy and mouth
tighten around both cocks at the same time as her body shook and
jerked between the two men. The climax was good, but only gave her a
taste of what Ann was really hoping for. She was still highly excited
and wanted more. Ann was only getting started.

	Sam was a little surprised when Ann grabbed his dick and began
pumping it. She raised herself off the floor and knelt up straight,
taking more of Sam's cock between her lips, and began moaning. Her
mouth felt tight and warm and Sam liked the way she was jacking him
off. Her grip around his shaft was tight and her pumping was fast.
She really made love to his dick with her mouth and hands.

	Garcia was a little frustrated when she raised up and let his
dick pop out of her pussy. Even though Ann was tight, her juices
caused him to slide out when she concentrated on sucking Sam's cock.
This was a minor setback though. After taking his shoes and sock off,
Garcia lay on the floor behind Ann.

	"Hey, you black chimney broom! What about me?" Garcia yelled
at Sam.

	Sam saw his friend and pulife, but none reacted the way this
blonde did. With her hair tossing about and cum flying off her face,
she shouted at the top of her lungs.

	"YES! YES! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME BABY! FUCKING
FILL MY CUNT! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME!"

	Even though his cock was loosing its stiffness, Ann continued
to fuck Garcia. When his dick popped out, she still didn't stop. Ann
frantically ground her pussy on him and clenched her thighs tighter
around his legs, feeling his soft cock rub against her clit.

	Sam went and got the eggs. He then grabbed and jerked her to
her feet. Ann started pleading with him right away.

	"Please, one more time. I'll do anything you want! Anything!
Please!"

	Garcia had stood up by now and was watching Ann beg Sam.

	"Spread your legs!" Sam said.

	Ann opened up, barely able to stand in the high heels on her
shaking legs. Garcia saw Sam untangle some sort of long wire, then
handed her two round and shiny metal things.

	"They're vibrating eggs and run on batteries inside this
control," Sam said to his friend, and showed him what he was talking
about.

	"Shove them in your cunt!" Sam told the wobbling Ann.

	Thinking they weren't as good as his dick, but better than
nothing, Ann put both the eggs inside her pussy and stood up. Sam
turned them on full speed and laid the control down on a beer case.
Ann dove for her pussy with both hands, stuck her ass out, and started
having another orgasm. Sam told Garcia to get dressed and did the
same. When both men were ready, Sam took the control and turned off
the eggs.

	"Okay, slut, I'm done. You can go home now."

	"What! That's all? Please, Sam! I'll do anythi "Next time."

	"Please, baby! I need it! I'll be your slut! You can do
whatever you want! Just fuck me, Sam! Please!"

	"I said next time! Now, let's go!" he told her and asked
Garcia to grab her purse.

	As they were walking for the door, Ann realized her face was
covered with Sam's cum, her skirt was up past her garter belt, and her
blouse was wide open. She asked Sam to stop so she could clean up and
straighten herself out a little.

	"You look fine. Move it!" Sam said and shoved her in front of
him.

	He kept pushing her and pushing her until they were in
hallway.

	"If you don't walk out there the way you are, you can kiss
your job and boyfriend good bye," Sam whispered in her ear so Garcia
couldn't hear.

	Ann quickly headed for the back door, less than fifteen feet
away. Her high heels, clicking loudly on the tile floor, made everyone
in the bar turn around.They couldn't see her because Sam was blocking
their view, but everybody knew who was there. Half way to the exit,
Sam turned the eggs up to full speed and stepped off to her side.

	Ann immediately stopped dead in her tracks, moaned out loud,
spread her feet apart, and furiously rubbed her pussy. As she looked
at everybody staring at her, Ann climaxed over and over.

	When Sam saw that she wasn't going stop coming, he
straightened her up and forced her to the door. Once there, he made
Ann face the stunned crowd in the bar then told her to take the eggs
out and clean them off with her mouth.

	Without the slightest hesitation, Ann did exactly what Sam
told her to do. Making a loud humming noise everyone could hear, Ann
slowly pulled both eggs out of her just fucked cunt and popped them
into her mouth. After cleaning Garcia's cum and her own juices off
them, she slowly pulled them out of her mouth individually, and handed
them to Sam.

	"Give me the dog collar."

	With everything else that happened, Ann forgot she was wearing
it.

	"Please, Sam?" Ann asked before giving him the dog collar.

	"What do you want now?"

	"I'll be your slut and fuck or suck anyone you want me to, but
right now I really need you to fuck me."

	"Friday!" was all Sam said as closed the door in Ann's face.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Blackmaled (FM+, blackmail, inter, bdsm) [4/4]
Date: 27 Mar 1996 23:35:08 GMT
			      Blackmaled
				  by
			DATS HER and DATS HIM
			     Chapter Four
				Hooked

	Sure, she had been drinking, but this was no excuse for what
she did. She should have been embarrassed to tears and shamed beyond
words. Instead, the orgasms Ann experienced were indescribable, and
the best she ever had. Ann had to admit that she was more than just
excited. She was as hot as a firecracker and never felt so horny in
her life! Even as she climaxed, her fingers vigorously rubbing her
pussy, she was wondering what else she could do to arouse the crowd
gawking at her.

	Though the drinks had loosened her inhibitions, one thing was
crystal clear. Drunk or not, Ann was extremely turned on exposing
herself to other people. She immediately fell in love with being the
center of attention. The hunger in the eyes of everyone watching her
masturbate, men and women alike, is what made Ann feel euphoric.
Nothing ever made her feel the way she felt then. She couldn't have
stopped finger-fucking herself in the back of that bar even if the
police walked in! The thrill of seeing the ravenous stares, open
mouths, sweaty foreheads, and the growing bulges of the men watching
her masturbate permanently branded the image into her memory. Ann
didn't lack self-confidence, but the desire in everyone's gaze made
her more aware of how sexy she really was, and her ego soared! Ann
felt that she was the most sensual and erotic female on earth.

	The only low point came when Sam said he was done, and told
her to go home, saying he'd meet her again Friday. Even though she
practically begged him to fuck her, right in front of everyone if he
wanted to, Sam refused and shut the door in her face.

	Still flying as high as a kite, there was no way Ann could
just go home to an empty apartment. The emptiness and urgent need
between her legs was too great for that. She wasn't going to settle
for her fingers again either. Since it was fairly early, Ann decided
to drive by her boyfriend's place. She knew she could easily talk him
into fucking her, hopefully more than once.

	Ann could feel Garcia's cum dripping from her pussy and raised
her skirt to her waist when she got in her car. If her boyfriend saw
cum stains on her clothes, he'd certainly ask questions.  Thankfully,
traffic wasn't heavy and Ann was pulling into his apartment building
in no time. After parking in the garage, Ann combed out the dried
sperm in her hair, sprayed perfume on herself and applied some fresh
makeup to her face. Before knocking on her boyfriend's door, Ann
struck the sexiest pose she could think of.

	Staring in disbelief, not only because he didn't expect to see
her, but also because Ann looked so different, her boyfriend asked her
where she had been.

	"A couple girls from the office planned a party a week ago.
That's why I couldn't go out with you tonight. Forgive me?" Ann lied
and kissed him on the cheek.

	From the smell of her breath, he knew she had more than wine,
but it was her clothes that startled him the most. He'd never seen Ann
wear such a short skirt, or heels that high before.

	"Must have been some party," he said sarcastically.

	"Just great! I'm still wound up!" Ann said, hinting at her
desire.

	"That a new outfit?"

	"You like?" she asked and slowly turned around so he could see
everything.

	While Ann twirled, and the tops of her nylons and garter belt
came into view, all the blood in his brain surged to his crotch.

	"Uh... Tom and I were just finishing some last minute details.
He's in the bathroom. Come on in. Can I get you anything?" her
boyfriend said as he closed the door behind her.

	"No, but you can do something for me," Ann said with a
devilish grin.

	"What?"

	Ann took him by the hand and walked him to the living room
sofa.  After putting her purse on the coffee table, she began moving
it out of the way.

	"Here, I'll get that," her boyfriend, Sam, said.

	"No, I want you to save your strength. Just stand still."

	With the area clear in front of the long couch, Ann dropped to
her knees and pushed Sam onto it. She then looked into his eyes while
she started pulling the zipper on his pants down.

	"Hey! Hold on! Tom's still here!" he half gasped and
whispered.

	"He'll have to wait his turn," Ann said, yanking at the
waistband of her boyfriend's pants.

	"Wait until he leaves!"

	"I want your cock now!" Ann stated flatly.

	"How many drinks did you have?"

	"Enough to suck your cock no matter who's here!"

	In one swift motion, her boyfriend had his pants down to his
ankles and stood up to take them off. Ann, too excited to wasting any
more time, lunged forward. Taking his soft dick into her mouth, she
slowly ran her tongue around the head while humming in delight.

	Sam thrust his hips forward automatically. He didn't know how
much Ann drank, but it must have been quite a bit from the way she was
noisily sucking him. Usually, she avoided making any kind of sound
when they had sex, saying it detracted from her enjoyment. He told her
it added to his, and consistently encouraged Ann to be more vocal.

	"Oh baby... Yeah! Suck it! Make it hard! It's been a long
time.  GOD! Yeah! Suck... my cock!"

	For her boyfriend, it had been a long time since he got his
rocks off. As a matter of fact, over two weeks. He looked down and saw
how Ann was taking him into her mouth. She seemed to be sucking with
more enthusiasm than usual as her cheeks caved in and her head began
bobbing swiftly back and forth over his growing shaft. It wasn't like
Ann to be doing this without some kind of foreplay, but he chalked it
up to her drinking. Suddenly, he remembered Tom again. Drunk or not,
he'd be in deep shit if he didn't remind Ann that Tom would be walking
in on them any minute now.

	"You sure you want to do this? What about Tom?"

	"Buk Tomb! Wewb hem bimb bis mowom cawk! Bis mumbs mimb!" Ann
said, her mouth full. (translation: Fuck Tom! Let him find his own
cock! This one's mine!)

	Even though he couldn't understand her, it did surprise him
that Ann tried talking at all. He got a bigger surprise when her hands
grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, causing his dick to slip
further into her hungrily sucking mouth. He knew they hadn't made love
in a while, and that she'd been drinking, but it didn't explain all of
this. Not that he was complaining. The way her tongue was licking and
her lips were sliding up and down his cock, Sam wasn't going to bitch
about anything she did. He remembered the last time Ann was this
excited and hoped she stayed this way when Tom came out. He often
fantasized about seeing her getting it on with another guy. If she was
drunk enough, she just might do it.

	Tom was walking down the hallway to the living room, thinking
he should leave. He and Sam had completed everything for their meeting
in the morning, plus he still had supper waiting for him at home.
After a few steps into the living room, Tom's thoughts changed
completely when he saw the look on Sam's face and the blonde kneeling
in front of him.

	"Hold on, babe! I need to sit down," Sam told Ann and winked
at Tom.

	Ann also heard Tom walk into the room and became more excited
knowing he was watching her suck Sam's dick. Before her boyfriend
could sit, she brought her mouth off him. His cock was wet with her
saliva and pointing straight at her face. With a passionate look, and
loud enough for Tom to hear, Ann told him what she wanted.

	"Don't sit down, baby. I want you to fuck my mouth! Don't hold
back, give me everything you've got. Shove your cock all the way in as
far as you want, okay? When you're ready, I want you to shoot your cum
all over my face! I want it so bad! Fuck my mouth and shoot your cum
on my face!" Ann said while energetically pumping his dick.

	Sam almost had a stroke. Ann never talked this way, no matter
how horny or drunk she was. Ann was asking... no, she was telling him
to fuck her mouth and come on her face. This, plus the way she was
dressed, had him wondering what was going on. Even drunk, he didn't
think she'd go through with it, but he wasn't going to pass up the
chance to find out.

	"What about Tom?" he asked.

	Ann got so excited by his response that she lifted her skirt,
exposing the soft globes of her ass to Tom, then lunged forward to
suck Sam's cock again.

	Dropping onto the couch, Sam stared in disbelief at his
girlfriend. Ann wasn't wearing any panties! When she raised her skirt,
Sam saw only the garter belt and stockings, but nothing else!

	Tom's clothes went flying everywhere. When he was undressed,
he got down behind Ann, grabbed her slim nylon-covered thighs, and
separated them. He then pushed her skirt all the way up, and licked
his way down from her small ass-cheeks to her thighs.

	For the second time tonight, Ann was going to have sex with
two men at the same time. If Tom continued the path his wet tongue was
marking, he'd discover it too. This sent a chill of fear up Ann's
spine. Then her mind shot off in another direction as she was jolted
by the feeling of Tom's tongue sliding through the crack of her firm
ass, over her tiny rectal opening, and on its way to her pussy. Ann
got a perverse delight knowing that Tom was going to eat her out after
she had fucked another man. As soon as his lower lip brushed against
her swollen pussy-lips, Ann groaned loudly around her boyfriend's
cock.

	Tom rolled over onto his back and got under Ann. With his
hands slowly running along her stockings and his face wedged under her
parted thighs, he lightly nibbled on her damp pussy, then licked the
slit from back to front. Upon reaching her clitoris, he circled the
organ several times with his tongue until it popped out from beneath
the fleshy shield covering it. He then rapidly flicked the tip of his
tongue over the erect bud, causing Ann to go wild. When she started
bucking her hips, Tom stuck his tongue out as far and as straight as
possible, and slid it between her cunt-lips as her full weight came
crashing down onto his mouth.

	Tom tasted sperm as soon as she mashed herself on his mouth.
He knew she had arrived only a few minutes before he left the
bathroom, so there was no way Sam could have fucked this blonde in
that amount of time. He didn't mind the fact that she smelled and
tasted like she had sex already, she was too good looking to worry
about small distractions like that. Tom was curious though about who
she was and, more importantly, where she had been. He wasn't about to
turn down a chance to fuck this hot little number, but he didn't want
to catch a disease either. Like most married men, Tom was scared to
death that his wife would cut off his nuts, then file for a divorce if
he ever came home with something.

	"She sure has a juicy cunt!" Tom said after he lifted Ann off
his face.

	He was trying to be subtle, but wasn't worried about being
vulgar.

	"She's okay, isn't she?" Tom tried asking again, without being
too obvious.

	"You okay, baby?" Sam asked Ann, still not following the drift
of Tom's questions, plus bewildered by his girlfriend's actions
anyway.

	Ann was in her own little world. The tongue on her pussy was
driving her crazy and the cock in her mouth tasted delicious. She was
ready to suck and fuck all night. Ann was in a state past raunchy.
Reluctantly pulling her mouth away from Sam's dick, she told both men
what she wanted.

	"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I want both your cocks! I'll
suck you while he fucks me, then you two switch and do it again!"

	"What?" Sam asked.

	"I want you two to fuck meat the same time! If your cocks get
soft, I'll suck them hard again!"

	"Why don't we give this slut what she wants?" Tom chimed in
from below.

	Ann scrambled away from between them. After throwing off her
blouse, she crawled to a more open area on the floor.

	"You sure?" Sam asked her, still unbelieving.

	"I'm sure, damn it! Fuck me! Both of you!"

	Tom was shocked when he recognized who she was.

	"Ann! I had no idea! I mean I... Well, your pussy is..." Tom
said trying to apologize.

	"Sam wants me to be his slut, so I'll be his slut! Now,
somebody get down here and fuck me!" Ann shouted, immediately
regretting what she said.

	In her aroused and semi-drunken state, she was confusing the
two Sams. This Sam was her boyfriend, not the other Sam!

	Seeing his opportunity, her boyfriend jumped at the chance of
watching his biggest fantasy come true.

	"As weird as it sounds, she's right! I thought you'd never go
along with it though. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you changed your
mind. Really babe, thanks," Sam said to Tom and Ann.

	"Last chance to back out. Sure you want both of us?" Sam asked
her.

	"Does this answer your question?" Ann quickly said, lying
back and spreading her legs wide open.

	Listening to both of them, Tom knew Sam was genuinely
surprised that Ann was going along with the situation. He also knew
Ann already had sex with someone else tonight. That wasn't his problem
though. He'd never seen Ann look so sexy and he wasn't worried anymore
about catching a disease. Ann was a cautious girl, at least she use to
be.

	Sam joined Ann on the floor, kneeling above her head. When
they were ready, the two of them looked at Tom.

	"Well, what are you waiting for?" Sam asked Tom.

	Tom joined them and raised Ann's legs up while scooting closer
to her. Sam grabbed Ann's ankles and brought them up to his chest,
lifting Ann's ass off the floor so her pussy was aimed at Tom. Her
pussy-lips were slick, swollen, and slightly red. Tom saw something he
didn't think Sam was prepared for and quickly put his cock directly on
Ann's mound. There was a trail of thick cum leaking out of Ann's
pussy, and Tom didn't want the two of them to start a fight, at least
not until he got his chance to fuck her. After that, they could do
whatever they wanted.

	Sam would have missed the trail of cum anyway because of what
Ann was doing. With her face below his scrotum, she was licking and
kissing his balls while stroking his cock with her hands. Sam wouldn't
have noticed the cum also because he was jealous of the size of Tom's
dick. Still growing, it was already as big as his.  Fascinated, he
watched as Tom pressed it against Ann's pussy with his palm and rocked
back and forth between her legs until he was completely hard.

	"Just out of curiosity, how big are you?" Sam asked.

	"Eight and a quarter! Damn wife pulled out a tape one night
and measured it. You?"

	"Only seven," Sam said, sounding like a cheated kid.

	"Cocks are like tits, anything over a mouthful is wasted.
Right Ann?" Tom asked.

	"No, they're not. I'll prove it," Ann said as she pulled Sam's
cock down to her lips.

	"You're really into this, aren't you?" Sam asked her.

	"Come on, honey, no more talk. Just fuck me. I want both your
cocks! I'll suck yours and you watch Tom fuck me with his, okay?"  Ann
said in a pleading voice.

	Tom didn't need to be told twice. The warmth and juices from
her pussy were heating up his dick as though it were a marshmallow
over a hot camp fire. Looking down and grabbing his cock, Tom pushed
the head of it into Ann.

	"OH GOD... Fuck! YES... OH... YES!" Ann cried out and had an
orgasm from only having the head of Tom's dick in her.

	Even though Sam's dick was only a little shorter than his,
Tom's was thicker, much thicker! This is what made it appear bigger.
Tom didn't want to mention that it measured six and a quarter inches
in circumference. Ann might change her mind if she heard that. His
wife often complained that she wasn't wet enough to handle his cock
being shoved straight into her. He figured Ann might feel the same way
since her cunt looked even smaller. That's was why he was holding
himself steady.

	"Fuck me! Don't stop now, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME!" Ann yelled at
Tom from beneath Sam's balls.

	Tom thrust half-way into her pussy and waited.

	"I love it! God help me, I love it!" Ann moaned and sucked
Sam's balls into her mouth.

	Tom loved it too. It had been so long since he could fuck a
woman this way. Kate, Tom's wife, knew how to work her pussy and get
him off, but every once in a while, he just wanted to ram into her.
She couldn't take it that way though and started yelling at him
whenever he tried it.

	Ann was acting just the way Sam wanted her to act. He knew
that once she let her inhibitions go, Ann would enjoy fucking somebody
else. She was trying to raise her hips and kick her legs free, but he
was still holding them up on his shoulders.

	"FUCK! She's tight!" Tom sighed.

	Sam could only stare silently in amazement. Tom was roughly
slamming his cock into Ann's pussy, his balls slapping hard against
her ass with every stroke. Sam let Ann's legs go and she wrapped them
around Tom's waist, pulling his cock deeper into her. Sam was more
than surprised. Ann wasn't making love to Tom, she was fucking him.
There was nothing tender or gentle about it. She was lustfully using
his cock. He doubted that it made any difference to Ann who was
between her legs, just so long has they had a hard dick. It was also
obvious that Tom could have cared less if Ann was enjoying herself or
not. His face was contorted and all his concentration was on his cock
and her pussy. Sam raised up and scooted back.

	As soon as he was out of the way, Tom leaned over Ann on his
elbows and began kissing Ann. She brought her hands up to his face and
kissed him back, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He really started
to fuck then, deliberately driving into her pussy with a force that
made both their bodies shake. He'd slowly raise his hips, until the
head of his cock was just inside her, then he'd fall, grunting loudly
as his dick stretched and dove back into Ann's pussy. Tom was looking
at her, waiting for some kind of reaction, perhaps a plea for mercy,
maybe a compliment, more than likely a scream.

	Both men could see there was a tension building up inside Ann
that had to be set free, and they waited for it. The only sounds being
made were Tom's loud grunts each time his cock plunged into her and
Ann's moans as the air in her lungs escaped with his thrust.

	Slowly it started to happen. Ann locked her ankles tightly
together behind Tom's ass, holding onto him for dear life. Then she
suddenly threw her legs out straight and grabbed Tom's ass with her
hands, digging her fingernails in. Next, she arched her back off the
floor and pulled Tom closer to her while thrusting up at him.  Ann's
lips were dry and puffy, even though she was licking them constantly.
Her face then contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ann
seemed to be trying to say something, but couldn't quite form the
words. Her mouth would open, then she'd bite her lower lip and groan.
She repeated this several times before she began tossing her head side
to side. The look told both men Ann was coming and wanted to say
something.

	"Come on, say it. Don't worry, Sam's here!" Tom told her as he
continued fucking.

	Ann opened her eyes and looked up. The cock stretching and
filling her pussy was all she could think about. The wonderful
sensations it gave her were driving her crazy. Only one thought was
powerful enough to override her excitement, and Ann blurted it out.

	"I want... your cum!" Ann moaned.

	Tom pumped as hard as he could into her and gave Ann what she
wanted.

	"YES! THERE! Again! DO IT... AH! Yes! MORE! MORE! I'M... OH
GOD!  I CAN'T HOLD... Oh! FUCK ME! Don't... HARDER! HARDER!" Ann
screamed as she climaxed when Tom did.

	While she was going through her orgasm, Ann raised high off
the floor, taking Tom with her. Every muscle in her body tightened up
as she slapped the carpet, her mouth open but no sound coming from it.

	Sam saw his opportunity. With Ann's head leaning way back, he
put his dick back into her mouth.

	When her major spasms subsided, Ann began to suck. The cock in
her pussy was still giving her endless pleasure, but now she had
another one. Easing herself back to the floor, it popped out of her
mouth.

	"Let me suck it! Put it back in my mouth! I want to suck it!"
Ann said almost whining.

	"Let's get this slut on her hands and knees. That way she can
suck your cock and I can fuck her from behind."

	Sam couldn't believe Tom, his boss and friend, was calling Ann
a slut, plus he was going to fuck her again. Not only that, but Ann
was acting like a woman possessed. As soon as Tom made the suggestion,
Ann rolled over and got on her hands and knees.  Everything happened
so fast Sam still didn't know what to do.

	Tom didn't have a problem. With Ann's heart-shaped ass pointed
at him, he shoved a couple fingers in her pussy.

	"Go on Sam. What are you waiting for?" Tom asked.

	"I just..."

	"What's the matter?" Tom asked again.

	"Nothing! I just never..."

	"Never though Ann could act like a slut? Shit! Listen buddy,
my wife's the same way. Get her motor started, and watch out! She'll
fuck your balls dry! Only difference between Ann and Kate is my wife's
not as tight. Other than that, they both love a stiff dick in their
cunts."

	Ann was not just idly listening to them talk. Her lips, tongue
and mouth were working on Sam's cock as though it were a lost
treasure. She bobbed her head back and forth and licked all around his
shaft. When the head of it approached the back of her mouth, Ann would
hold still, allowing Sam to feel the warmth and tightness, then pull
slowly back.

	Since Tom saw no reason to delay any further, he pulled his
fingers out of Ann and coated his cock with the gooey mess.  Pointing
his dick at Ann's sloppy cunt, he grabbed her by the waist. Just as
she was taking Sam's cock into her mouth, Tom slammed forward with his
hips.

	All three of them cried out. Tom's dick was buried all the way
into Ann's still tight hole and rubbing against her cervix. The force
of his thrust sent the head of Sam's cock, for the first time ever,
into Ann's throat. The two men had to hold her still. Ann was bucking
and twisting wildly between them. Sam held the back of her head
tightly to his stomach and Tom crawled forward.

	Ann had her arms around Sam and was squeezing his ass, trying,
though it was impossible, to get more of his cock in her throat.  Her
face was mashed against his crotch as she twisted her mouth in a
cork-screw motion. In her eagerness, she accidentally bit the base of
his cock a little.

	"Damn it, be careful!" Sam yelled.

	"Sorry! Got carried away there," Tom said.

	"Not you! She bit me."

	Tom leaned over and looked. He was awed because Ann had all of
Sam's cock between her lips and was looking for more.

	"Fuck! You never told me Ann could deep-throat!"

	Not wanting to be embarrassed again by his girlfriend, Sam
looked at his boss and said, "You never asked," as though she'd been
doing it all along.

	Tom saw right through Sam. The surprised look on his face told
him that Ann never swallowed his cock before. Tom had enough of Sam's
bullshit. "You want to play games? I can play anything you want, you
dumb shit! Ann's hot and if you're not going to enjoy her, I sure as
hell will!" he thought. Tom leaned over Ann's back, gabbing both her
tits, and began to slowly pump his cock in and out while talking to
her.

	"Yeah, that's it! Show us what kind of cock-sucker you are.
Use your mouth like you use your cunt. Suck it all you slut," Tom said
as he pinched Ann's hard nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

	Ann moaned and began rocking to the rhythm of Tom's dick
fucking in and out of her tender, but still stimulated pussy.

	"Come on, show me what you can do! You're teasing the poor
guy.  Are you a cock-sucker or not? I thought you were a slut. You'll
have to do better than that. You want Sam to come don't you? Suck!
Come on, suck!" Tom almost shouted at Ann, making her hotter.

	Ann became dizzy with excitement knowing that Tom was not only
watching her suck Sam's cock, but telling her what to do while he
fucked her. Loosing all self-control, Ann put everything she had into
giving her boyfriend head. Drawing more suction and clamping her lips
tightly around his shaft, her cheeks caved in and her eyes shut.
Slowly and deliberately, Ann moved her lips down Sam's cock, feeling
every vein as they passed over her tongue. When the head reached the
entrance to her throat, Ann didn't stop or hesitate, but forced
herself to accept the stretching of her esophagus.

	"That's it! Don't stop! Swallow his fucking dick you cock-
sucker!" Tom said as he picked up his tempo and began fucking her a
little faster.

	Ann was having the time of her life. Sam's dick wasn't so long
or thick that it choked her, while on the other hand, Tom's was long
enough and thick enough to stretch and touch places inside her where
only the other Sam had ever reached. Ann was moaning as Sam knelt in
front of her and Tom pumped from behind. She got her timing
synchronized with the two of them and was able to deep-throat Sam with
every thrust she received from Tom. Faster and faster Tom's cock
plunged into her and faster and faster she was fucking Sam's cock with
her mouth. Ann went through another series of orgasms, but was able to
keep her balance on her hands and knees as Tom quickened his pace even
more.

	"How's it feel, slut? You like having two cocks at the same
time? I'll bet you could fuck the dick off a hundred guys and still
look for more. What do you think? Could you fuck a hundred guys?  Bet
your cunt wouldn't be so tight after that," Tom told her.

	Sam was there, but he wasn't. His mind was a million miles
away, but he was on his knees and his dick was in Ann's mouth. He
couldn't believe the way his boss was treating Ann. He also couldn't
believe that Ann was allowing him to talk to her that way.  He tried
figuring it out, but every time he thought he had an answer, his cock
would lurch when Ann's throat opened up and slid over his shaft. Sam
forgot about thinking and concentrated on the feelings Ann's mouth and
throat were giving him. Before he knew what hit him, Sam groaned and
started to explode.

	Ann felt Sam's balls tightening up and quickly tried to lift
her mouth off his dick, but was stuck one or two seconds because Tom
had just plowed into her. The first squirt of Sam's cum went straight
down her throat. Ann pushed herself back at Tom and pulled her mouth
up and off of Sam's dick, just as the second load of cum came shooting
out. Her delirious boyfriend lost his balance and toppled over like a
tree, spinning as he fell to his side, his arms and legs limp as wet
rags and just as useless.

	Before he fell, Ann grabbed his cock with both hands and
followed him down, letting the hot jets of his sperm spray into her
open mouth and all over her face.

	Sam lay on the floor and his body jerked a few times,
shooting the last of his cum, then he passed out.

	Ann paid no attention to him and greedily licked and sucked
his gooey semen, first from his cock, then her hands.

	"Way to go Sam! Get ready, slut. I'm gonna fill your cunt
again, then show that boyfriend of yours how to fuck your mouth," Tom
said and re-adjusted their position.

	Tom pushed Ann forward so that her cum covered face was stuck
between Sam's legs and her pussy was right over his face. He then
brutally shoved his cock in her again and fucked away like a mad man.

	"OH... YES... GOD! Give it to me!" Ann sighed.

	"You got it!" Tom said as he flicked hips harder at her.

	"Harder! Fuck me... harder!"

	"I'm going to fuck your brains out!" Tom said as he reared
back.

	When his cock sank into her deeper and harder than before, Ann
began to scream and yell.

	"YEAH! Go on, do it! Fuck me you son of a bitch! FUCK ME!"

	Ann's ass-cheeks hit Tom's belly with loud slaps, as though he
were spanking her with an open hand. Sam had to be dead to the world.
Otherwise he would have seen Tom's cock sloshing in and out of her
pussy, forcing Ann's juices out of her, spraying a sticky mess all
over her thighs and nylons. With one last savage thrust, Tom propelled
himself at Ann and came.

	"I'm coming! Fuck me you cunt! Fuck me!" Tom roared.

	Even though Sam was out cold, Ann couldn't help herself and
began to suck on his balls as Tom filled her pussy with his cum.  She
felt every hot blast he shot into her as his cock expanded and jerked
around in the warm confines of her well fucked pussy.

	"This is crazy!" Ann said out loud after resting awhile.

	"What's that?" Tom asked, his dick still hard, but no longer
moving.

	"Can you keep it hard and fuck me again? I think Sam's done
for the night."

	"Sure! Why don't you turn around," Tom replied and pulled his
dick out of her.

	"Let me clean up first."

	"What for? I'm only going to blow on your face, so why clean
up now?"

	"Okay, but let's move away from Sam."

	"Don't worry about him, he'll be fine. In fact, maybe we can
use him."

	"What?" Ann asked.

	"Yeah! I do it to Kate all the time. She's a heavy sleeper, so
if I'm careful, I can fuck her or have her suck me off and she doesn't
know I ever did it until she wakes up in the morning."

	Ann thought this was repulsive and sick, but then she was
intrigued by the idea. How could a man enjoy a woman while she was
asleep?

	"Tell me, Ann. How many guys fucked you tonight?" Tom suddenly
asked her.

	"What do you mean?" Ann said blushing.

	"How many guys did you fuck tonight?"

	Ann still didn't say anything.

	"Sam doesn't know you're really a slut, does he? He thinks
you're only acting."

	Ann remained silent, but became more nervous.

	"Hey, I don't care. You want to fuck around behind his back,
that's fine with me! Come on, suck my cock."

	"I think maybe we better call it a night," Ann said.

	"No, I don't think so. Now either you suck my cock, or I'll
tell Sam that you were already full of cum BEFORE we started!"

	Reluctantly, Ann on her knees in front of Tom. He was standing
right above Sam's head.

	"Put your cunt on his face!" Tom said.

	"But I'll..."

	"Do it, slut! Put your sloppy cunt on his face!" Tom ordered.

	Slowly dropping down, Ann stopped when she felt Sam's shallow
breath blowing on her pussy. When she looked up at Tom, he was
grinning from ear to ear.

	"Now, I'm going to find out if your mouth is just as good as
your cunt is. Open wide slut and start sucking!" Tom said as he
wrapped both his hands tightly in her blonde curls and jerked her face
to his dick.

	The circumstances looked as though she didn't have any choice
in the matter, but Ann knew better. She could have screamed and woke
Sam up, but she didn't. She could have threatened Tom to tell his
wife, but she didn't.

	For the first time, Ann honestly admitted that she liked what
Tom was doing. If he wanted to call her a slut, so be it. She didn't
care. Ann was only doing what she enjoyed. He could call her whatever
he wanted. She liked him ordering her around too. She liked having
people watch her fuck. She liked dressing sexy. All of this was new
and exciting to her. Plain and simply put, Ann found she liked this
type of sex. It that had an element of risk, something that was
dangerous, yet compelling, forceful, but still rewarding. Not that
she'd ever give up the tender and gentle form of love she knew with
Sam. No, it was just that all of this was so different that Ann wanted
to fully explore everything this kind of sex had to offer. Besides,
how could she refuse to suck Tom off when her face was covered with
cum already.

	Tom noticed a marked change in Ann. She wasn't so stiff in her
movements. She wasn't trying to fight his hands from pulling her head
closer. Ann was sliding her mouth willingly up and down his cock. Her
lips stretched thinly as they went half-way down his shaft and her
cheeks bulged out. He let go of her hair, but was surprised when she
reached up and placed them back on her head again.

	"Like it rough, huh?" he asked.

	Ann shook her head up and down while still sucking his cock.

	"I knew you were a fucking slut!" Tom said and grunted as he
pushed his cock further into her mouth.

	Ann gagged a little, but held her resolve to take whatever Tom
was going to do to her. She could still feel Sam's warm breath on her
pussy and used this as another way to remain excited. At the same
time, she was wondering why her cunt started to itch again.  "For
God's sake girl! You're looking for more?" she mused as her head
bobbed back and forth over Tom's dick.

	Tom was watching Ann's face. Her cheeks, especially the right
one, were streaked with cum. The sperm was slowly dripping from her
chin down to her neck. One large glob of cum was firmly planted on her
upper lip and some of it was smearing onto his cock as he shoved it
into Ann's mouth.

	For a while, Tom held onto her head and fucked her mouth. As
he became more aroused, he began roughly pulling Ann's head back and
forth over his cock while standing still. He liked this a lot better,
because he was in control, forcing her to take more of his cock each
time he pulled her face to him. He was eager to see if Ann could take
his cock in her throat, but wanted to wait until Sam came around
before he'd try that. Pushing and pulling her mouth over his hard
dick, Tom felt the back of her throat and groaned.

	"You slut! This is how Sam should have fucked your face! I'm
going to let go now, but don't stop. Keep sucking!" Tom told her and
released her head.

	Ann kept the same fast pace, bobbing her head back and forth
quickly over Tom's cock. The second time she felt his dick at the back
of her mouth, Ann relaxed her throat and let it go in as far as she
could, then held still.

	"AH FUCK... Yeah! Shit! You fucking swallowed the damn thing!
Nobody's ever done that before!" Tom exclaimed.

	With a renewed vigor, Ann concentrated and let a little more
of his cock slip into her throat.

	"Jesus! That's great! Fucking great! Come on, Sam! Wake up!
Your slut's got my cock in her fucking throat!" Tom yelled and tapped
Sam's head with his foot.

	Sam was slowly coming around. After Tom nudged his head, he
opened his eyes and lay dead still.

	Tom had stepped back so he could look down, not only at Ann,
but Sam as well. The move also afforded him the opportunity to shove
more of his dick into Ann's throat since she had to lean forward a
bit, stretching her neck as she did so.

	"Well, what do you think? Is Ann a slut, or what!" Tom asked
him.

	Right above him, Ann was playing with her pussy. There was a
huge sloppy mess between her thighs. The musky odor of her juices and
Tom's cum acted like smelling salts, and he was wide awake now.  Still
staring, Sam could see Ann's cunt had been stretched beyond its normal
diameter. In the gaping hole above his face was big wad of white juice
getting ready to drop out. Sam wasn't fast enough to move out of the
way as the liquid came out and hit his chin.

	Higher up, he saw Ann's tits bounce, her nipples solid and
extended. Bending his head back, Sam then saw Tom's cock was jutting
straight out from his groin and Ann was sucking the entire length of
it, her neck swelling every time it entered her throat.

	"Glad you could join us, pal! Can you believe this? I already
stretched her cunt, and now this slut's letting me stretch her
throat!" Tom said as he continued to fuck Ann's mouth.

	"Wait just a..." Sam started to say, but Ann stopped him.

	She was getting close to orgasm again and Sam's mouth was so
warm and so close to her that she just dropped down on it, grinding
her pussy back and forth over his lips as he tried to talk. His
muffled yelling only served to push her on all the more, causing her
clit to vibrate every time he shouted. Ann was loosing control, but it
was different this time, she knew exactly what she was doing!

	"That's it slut! Fuck his face!" Tom hollered.

	Tom was right. Ann was literally fucking Sam's face with her
cunt, pushing down hard on his mouth and nose, then wildly doing a
bump and grind. The more Sam moved to get away, the more excited Ann
got. His stifled cries kept bringing her closer and closer to orgasm
as his head and mouth vibrated against her clit. Suddenly, Sam pushed
her up and got out from under his gyrating girlfriend, driving Tom's
cock even deeper yet into Ann's throat. That's when she really went
wild.

	"What the fuck are you trying to do?" Sam yelled as he jumped
to his feet.

	"Hold on! You're the one that wanted her to be a slut.
Remember?" Tom said and let Ann's head go.

	With Tom's dick shoved partly in her throat, Ann moaned and
moved closer to his crotch, swallowing another inch or so as she
wrapped her hands around his waist and clenched him tightly to her.

	"You started this, so back off!" Tom admonished.

	Ann, caught up in her own excitement, paid no attention to
what the two men were shouting about. Sam, too embarrassed to really
say anything to his boss, just stood there a moment and watched as Ann
sucked away at Tom's cock with wild abandon. Because Ann was sucking
his boss with more enthusiasm than she ever did with him, Sam was
getting angry, excited and confused at the same time.  Watching her
lips stretch and slowly slide over Tom's thick shaft, Sam wondered how
Ann learned to suck like that, it certainly wasn't with him. He
thought she'd choke the minute Tom's cock reached her throat, but she
didn't. He saw Ann lean her upper body down a little, then bring her
mouth up and take Tom's cock straight into her throat.

	"You just going to watch her give me head. Why not fuck her in
the ass? I don't think she'd let me do it, so you might as well,"  Tom
told Sam when he saw him standing there with a bewildered look on his
face.

	Ann heard the suggestion Sam's boss made and didn't know how
to react. A little frightened because she'd never been fucked there
before, Ann held still for a moment, the thick cock between her lips
wedged in her throat. On one hand, she was scared, but on the other,
Sam's cock would be better than Tom's. This was the deciding factor.
She knew Tom would insist one of them fuck her in the ass and she'd
rather have her boyfriend do it. Ann took a deep breath, relaxed her
throat muscles and swallowed Tom's dick whole, while at the same time
wiggling her ass, trying to tell Sam it was okay for him to fuck her
there if he wanted to.

	"See! She wants it in the ass. Boy Sam, you really know how to
keep a secret. I never would have guessed Ann could be a slut!"

	Sam wasn't sure anymore whether or not he liked Ann acting
this way, he certainly didn't like the way his boss was talking about
it, but there was something else that bothered him. He couldn't quite
figure it out and was trying to, but watching his beautiful girlfriend
deep-throat someone else had him hard again. Ann had stopped moving
her rear end, but kept sucking and slurping away at Tom's dick. It was
apparent Ann really enjoyed what she was doing, even though Sam
wondered how she could take all of the cock that was being shoved into
her throat.

	"Well, shit! If you're just going to stand there, I'll fuck
her in the ass," Tom said and started pulling his dick out of Ann's
mouth.

	Ann grabbed Tom's ass with both hands, forced her mouth
completely over his cock and held onto him for dear life. He was the
last person on earth she wanted in her tiny rectum and this was the
only way she knew of to stop him.

	Sam thought Ann got excited when she heard Tom. Why else would
she eagerly take his entire cock into her throat?

	"So you like the idea of a cock in your ass, huh? Tom, hold
her still," Sam said as he dropped to his knees behind Ann.

	Ann heard the anger in Sam's voice, but felt it would still be
better to let him fuck her there than Tom. Sam's hands roughly grabbed
her, both his thumbs digging into the tender flesh of her ass-cheeks
as he pried open her rear end. Thankfully his dick was only semi-hard
and he didn't enter her right away. Ann then felt his balls slapping
against her pussy as he began to bang at her from behind, his dick
steadily growing with each thrust. During one particularly hard shove,
Sam entered her cunt. The quick rush of cock into her pussy and the
sudden contact with her clit made Ann moan.

	Tom lowered himself to kneel on the carpet in front of Ann.
With Sam's action behind her, she had a tendency to drop her head.
This meant Ann had stopped deep-throating him, but he was enjoying
that too much to have her quit now.

	As her boyfriend and his boss began to fuck Ann's mouth and
pussy, she was rocked on her hands and knees between them. She wasn't
sure which way she liked best. This way, or earlier tonight when she
was straddling Garcia while the other Sam fucked her throat from
above. Both ways stimulated her, so it was hard to decide. When Sam
shoved real hard, boring his cock so deep that it punched her cervix,
Ann saw flashes of light before her eyes. This way was better.

	Tom, already devising a plan to fuck Ann again, looked over at
Sam and came up with an idea.

	"Say, buddy, since you were able to talk Ann into being a
slut, think you could do the same thing with my wife?"

	"You... you serious?" Sam asked in disbelief, opening his eyes
real wide.

	"Hell yeah, I'm serious! Think you could do it?"

	"I don't... I mean, I don't know Kate that well."

	"You'll think about it, okay? In the mean time, Ann can be our
slut until you talk Kate into doing it."

	"Hold on. Not so fast. What if Kate..."

	"Come on, Sam! Shit, if you can talk Ann into doing it,
Kate'll be a push over. I've seen the way she looks at you."

	"Really?"

	Ann was getting unsettled by their talk. It wasn't what they
were talking about, but the fact the they were talking at all. Here
she was, letting them drive their cocks into her and all they could do
was carry on a conversation about another woman! As Tom pulled his
dick out of her throat, she scrapped her teeth over his shaft as it
went by.

	"DAMN IT! Pay attention to what you're doing! That hurt!" Tom
yelled.

	Ann chuckled a little and brought her lips all the way off his
dick.

	"You deserved that! What am I? Chopped liver? If you want to
fuck Kate, then go home and fuck her! If you want to fuck me, then
fuck me! But you can't do both!" Ann said with a sexy smile.

	"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?" Sam asked.

	"I'd get off a lot better you'd quit talking!"

	"Okay... Okay! Calm down," Sam said trying to soothe his
girlfriend.

	"Listen, if you want me to be your slut, then treat me like
one.  You want to fuck my ass, then pull your cock out of my cunt and
shove it in my ass! Come on, use me! I'm your slut!" Ann said, excited
by her own words and suggestions.

	Sam and Tom couldn't believe what Ann said, but it didn't stop
them from fucking her the way she asked. Both men started calling her
every dirty name in the book while telling her exactly what to do in
the dirtiest way they could think of.

	It made no difference to Ann that it was her boyfriend and his
boss, they could have been total strangers. They were doing what she
wanted them to do. They were using her. Nothing tender or gentle, but
they weren't cruel or hurting her either. Everything they did was for
the pure enjoyment of sex, not love. She was every wet dream come
true, a woman who loved to fuck and suck and made no bones about it.
She was the object of their deepest and darkest lusty desires, and Ann
loved it.

	Tom told her how he wanted to see her tongue running around
the head of his cock, how he wanted to hear her suck, how he was going
to stretch her lips, and that he wanted her to beg him to fuck her
mouth. Ann did everything he asked without feeling the least bit
prudish about it. Sam only gave her one warning before shoving his
cock into her only remaining virgin hole. She felt the searing pain of
his initial lunge, but after that, she was able to relax a little.
Luckily, Tom wasn't forcing his dick down her throat at the moment and
she could collect herself before Sam began pounding into her rear end.
Just as Sam was about to pull back, though, Tom thrust his prick into
her throat and kept her impaled on Sam. They told her how she looked
like a rutting bitch in heat, and a two-bit whore sucking a cock while
another one was shoved in her ass. They said she could beg all she
wanted to, but they weren't going to stop fucking her until she passed
out, or their dicks fell off.  True to their word, and after countless
earth shaking orgasms, Ann passed out, each dick still attached to the
man it belonged to.

	When Ann finally woke up, her throat was dry and sore, her ass
hurt like hell, her tongue felt like sandpaper, she had a head ache,
and it seemed as though she had slept on a gynecologist's table all
night the way her legs were aching. Slowly rolling over, she reached
for Sam, but he wasn't there. She felt something sticky between her
legs and looked down at herself. She still had the garter belt and
high heels on, but her nylons were down around her slim calves in a
rumpled mess. Where she was lying was wet, so she raised up,
immediately regretting moving so fast as her head began to throb.

	Ann remembered Sam and Tom carrying her to the bedroom and
fucking her again, but not much after that. The way her ass hurt so
much, she knew Tom must have fucked her there. None of that seemed to
matter right now. All Ann wanted to do was call work and say she
wasn't going to be in. She had no idea what time it was, but knew it
was late.

	"Are you okay, Ann? I tried calling you, but there was no
answer."

	"I'm not feeling very well, Tracy. Sorry I didn't call
sooner."

	"You don't sound so good. Have you seen a doctor?"

	"No, don't worry. I think it's only a 24-hour virus. I'll be
in tomorrow," Ann said and hung up before her secretary could ask any
more questions.

	Very slowly, Ann got up from the bed and went to the bathroom,
kicking off her heels and stockings as she walked. When she felt
something oozing down her legs, Ann quickened her pace. Sitting on the
toilet, she noticed all the cum that had run from her red and swollen
pussy.

	"Jesus, they must have been saving up for Christmas!" she
mused as she looked at how much sperm was not only on her pussy and
legs, but her stomach as well.

	After taking a long shower, Ann changed the sheets on Sam's
bed and straightened things out. Looking through his closet, Ann
forgot she had taken the clothes she kept there to the cleaners.
Throwing the garter belt and stockings into her purse, she found her
skirt and blouse in the living room and dressed there. Just as she was
about to leave, Sam's phone rang.

	"How you feeling?" was all her boyfriend said after Ann
answered.

	"A little sore and I have a head ache, but otherwise okay."

	"Ann, I want to thank you for last night. You were terrific,
and I really appreciate you going along with everything."

	"I guess I got pretty wild, huh?"

	"No, no! You were fantastic! Honest! It couldn't have been any
better."

	"God, I was mess when I woke up! How many guys were over?"

	"Just Tom, that's all."

	"Well, you two better get relief more often. I was covered
from head to toe with... you know."

	"That's not our fault. You kept telling us to come all over
you.  Honest Ann, I've never seen you act so sexy before. I don't care
why you did, all I know is I loved it!"

	"Really?"

	"Believe it, babe! Christ, you made me come four times and I
know Tom came at least that many!"

	"Trust me, it showed."

	"I want... Never mind."

	"Come on, Sam, spit it out. You want what?"

	"Well, maybe we better talk. You know, face to face."

	"Are you mad because of what I did?"

	"Are you kidding? No, not at all! It's something else
entirely."

	"You want me to do it again, right?"

	"Only if you want to. I mean, I don't want you to feel that
I'll hold it against you if you don't, but I don't want you to do
anything you don't want to either. Am I making any sense?"

	"Let me think about it, okay?"

	"Sure, babe! I don't want to pressure you. It's all up to you.
Whatever you decide, I'll go along with, and won't have any regrets
either way."

	"I really needed to hear that, honey. Thank you. Just give me
some time to think about it, and I'll let you know. How about dinner
tonight?"

	"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. That's the other reason I called. Tom and
I have to go back on the road for a couple of days. We're leaving in
an hour."

	"Well, that'll give us both some time to think about what
happened last night."

	"Listen, I hate to do this, but I've got to go. You're sure
there's nothing else wrong? I mean besides being sore. You don't
feel..."

	"I'm fine, Sam. And, yes, I do remember what happened. Don't
worry, okay?"

	"If you say so. Love you, babe! See you in a couple of days,
bye!"

	It was such a relief for her to hear he wasn't upset because
she had fucked someone else and acted like a slut. In fact, he wanted
her to. Floating on air, Ann left her boyfriend's apartment, and head
home for some much needed rest.

			     Blackmaled
				 by
			DATS HER and DATS HIM
			    Chapter Five
				Rows

	"Damn it!" Ann said, completely frustrated with herself.

	She wasn't perturb because this was another mistake she made
on the computer terminal. No, Ann was angry because the itching and
moisture coming from her pussy was getting worse. She'd done nothing
but squirm and wiggle in her chair since coming to work this morning.
She knew why she was this way, and was reluctant to admit it, but
admit it she did. After the other day with her boyfriend and his boss,
Ann decided to go along with Sam's blackmail. It made her jumpy and
uneasy, though. How could she be so turned on by the idea of becoming
a slut? Especially with a man who made her do things she never even
dreamed of doing before! Her pussy quivered again, and she felt the
wetness seeping from her.

	"Shit! Another pair of pantyhose I have to change!" an
exasperated Ann said.

	Even if she was a top executive in one of the cities largest
firms, Ann was going to enter a world she knew nothing, or very little
about. She was now constantly thinking about sex, so this might help.
Her thoughts weren't of romantic moments, loving caresses, or tender
kisses either. Her mind was filled with lewd and pornographic visions.
Ann knew it was normal to speculate about these things from time to
time, but was it okay to dwell upon them the way she had been? Ann
wasn't just preoccupied with her perverted thoughts, she was obsessed
by something she could only describe as a depraved lust. There wasn't
a single moment, sleeping or awake, when she didn't think about
fucking or wrapping her lips around a cock.

	Ann's customary thoughts were usually about work and her other
opinions were very conservative. She usually dressed modestly, always
watched her language, and never flirted with men. These admirable
traits were now being tossed away like yesterday's newspaper. Ann had
experienced a sexual ecstasy she never thought was possible, over the
last couple of days, and wanted to explore and know more about it.
Still, she had to be careful. Ann wouldn't mind Sam using her for sex,
but she didn't want him to take advantage of her position in the
company. Maybe this is what excited her.

	Danger! Risk! Were these the things she was drawn to? Had her
life been too orderly, too well planned and organized? That certainly
wasn't the case when she was with Sam. With him, there was adventure,
the unknown. He was always surprising her, sometimes in a sick way,
but still, he was full of surprises.

	Ann was suddenly startled from her daydreaming by the phone.

	"Finance, Ann speaking."

	"Get dressed slut!"

	"It's only... "

	"I don't want to hear it! Dress up!" Sam cut her off.

	"Sam, please! I need to... "

	"I'll tell you what you need and when you need it, now pay
attention! There's a theater at the corner of 6th and Main. I want you
to buy a ticket and wait for me in the middle of the last row. You
got that?"

	"But, I... "

	"Knock it off! Just be dressed up, and have your ass parked in
the middle of the last row in one hour!" Sam said and hung up.

	She was expecting him to call later in the afternoon, not
before lunch. Still, Ann experienced a thrill listening to his voice
over the phone. Sam seemed to have a knack of judging how to turn her
on. She didn't know how he did it, but he always did. Ann cleaned off
her desk, told her secretary she'd be gone the rest of the day, then
prepared herself to meet Sam.

	After she locked her office door, and while she removed her
work clothes, Ann was trying to imagine what might happen and almost
had an orgasm thinking of the possibilities. After she was naked, she
got some cologne from her purse and applied a small drop to her
already swollen mound. If she was going to act like a bitch in heat,
she didn't want to smell like one. Ann was very excited, and looked
forward to showing herself off again. She selected an outfit that
would highlight all her charms, from the trusty flight bag. The piece
of luggage had become a regular fixture in her office closet, like her
overcoat.

	When she picked out the clothes, Ann got dressed. First, she
put on a black, crotchless panty/garter belt combination. The seat
of the panty was transparent, and only veiled her small rear end. She
had shaved closely that morning, and her pussy, totally exposed and
puffy, was outlined by sparkling rhinestones bordering the cut-out in
the crotch of the panties. Looking down, Ann thought the sexy garment
was a blunt statement that she wanted to be fucked, and loved the
appearance. She then put on a pair of black silk stockings. They were
extra-long and came high on her slender legs. She attached the
exquisite lace bands of the nylons to the garters, then stretched the
straps tight, leaving a scant few inches of luscious creamy thigh
between the stockings and her sexily displayed pussy.

	The dress she picked out was a black number that hugged every
curve of her fine figure. It was a stark contrast to her golden hair
and soft white flesh. The front was open wide and plunged to the
waist, revealing most of her firm breasts and flat stomach. The lower
portion of the dress embraced her hips nicely, and came down mid-way
on her calves. It had two long slits running down both sides, showing
off her shapely legs in a provocative manner. Ann finished dressing by
putting on a pair of shiny black pumps with thin 5 inch heels. She
then sat at her desk and applied fresh makeup. Paying special
attention to her mouth, Ann used a generous amount of lip-gloss over
the deep red lipstick she on. Finally ready, she put on her overcoat,
grabbed the flight bag and her purse, and headed out of her office.

	Sam saw her car coming down the street. For the past fifteen
minutes, he kept other people from parking in the spot Ann was now
pulling into. It was only a little past one in the afternoon. He had
already bought his ticket and was inside the theater. There were maybe
10 or 15 people seated all around; 6 or 7 looked like business men on
a lunch break. The others looked just as dirty as the man selling
tickets out front. He counted 5 men in the second from the last row,
but none in the last. When Ann arrived, he quickly went to the men's
room down the hall, and watched what she did from there.

	When she shut the engine off, Ann got out of her car, locked
it up, walked around to the sidewalk, and stepped up to the ticket
window.

	"Just one, please."

	"You sure, lady?" the grubby looking man asked.

	"Yes, only one!" Ann said.

	"That'll be five bucks."

	After grabbing her ticket, Ann went inside. From what she
could see, it was an old theater, but a clean one. She walked down the
hallway, opened the first door, and went in. The sudden darkness
caused her to be blinded, but she stepped to her left, and worked her
way to the center of the last row.

	"Excuse me! I'm sorry," Ann said twice as she hit the heads of
two people.

	She wasn't trying to make any noise, but couldn't help it as
her high heels clicked on the concrete floor while she kept bumping
into people. When she thought she was in the center, Ann took her coat
off, sat down, and placed her purse and coat on the seat next to her.
She then looked around to see where Sam was.
^^

	She noticed several men get up, and move closer to her. One
guy even climbed over the row in front of her and sat down only two
seats away, right next to her things. Ann grabbed her purse and coat
defensively. The man calmly got up, and sat down next to her. He kept
his head pointed straight, but Ann could see his eyes were roving to
her. She lightly, but firmly, nudged his elbow, letting him know he
was crowding her. The man took the hint, and moved his arm a little.
Off to her left, she noticed the door open and a huge man entered. It
was Sam. He made his way to her, and sat on her left.

	"Put that stuff under the seat," Sam said, pointing to her
purse and coat.

	Ann placed her things under her seat.

	"Turn around," Sam ordered.

	"Why?"

	"Just do it!"

	Ann faced the stranger on her right. He politely smiled, and
she politely smiled back. His eyes traveled down her dress, and his
smile got wider. Ann blushed, and her heart skip a beat, but she did
nothing to hide the view she was giving him. She saw his gaze wander
lower, and his eyes opened real wide. Sam placed something around her
neck, and told her to bend her head down. When she did, Ann saw what
the stranger was looking at. Her garter straps and stocking tops were
revealed in the bright glare coming from the movie screen.

	"Don't take that off!"

	"What is it?" Ann asked and quickly turned around, trying to
adjust her dress.

	"The dog collar you bought."

	Sam had it engraved. Later, she would find out what was
engraved on it.

	"Now, put these on."

	She looked at the shiny metal objects he was holding, then at
Sam's face.

	"I said put them on!"

	"Come on, Sam?" Ann pleaded.

	The way she looked, said she was embarrassed, but not shocked.

	"Do it!" Sam barked.

	Ann turned her back to the stranger on her right, then took a
pair of handcuffs from Sam. She was shaking so much she nearly dropped
them. After getting it locked around her right wrist, she took the
other set and put them on her left wrist. Ann's favorite fantasy was
to be held down while her boyfriend ravished her, and the handcuffs
reminded her of it. This, plus knowing the stranger on her right was
watching, had Ann's pussy steaming in seconds. She was excited, and
tried hiding that excitement from Sam.

	Grabbing her left arm, Sam secured the open end of the
handcuff to the armrest, then leaned across her and did the same to
her right arm. He then shook the handcuffs, making sure they wouldn't
come loose. The men sitting close by turned their heads when they
heard the chains rattling.

	Ann's heart was pounding like crazy. She thought of the man
next to her, and turned slightly to look at him. His jaw was open, and
he was staring down at her wrists.

	"How's the movie?" Sam asked.

	"Uh... I... I don't know," Ann stammered.

	"Well, look up and find out!"

	"Oh my... I have to get out of here!"

	On the large screen, two women were sucking and licking an
enormous cock while they were being fucked from behind by two other
men. This was in a porno theater! Ann's blood pressure shot up, and
she began to have a hard time breathing.

	"I'll be back in a couple of minutes," Sam said and stood up.

	Not wanting to be left alone, Ann quickly started to follow
him. The chains on the handcuffs rattled, and she was jerked back
into her seat. Hoping nobody heard the clinging and clanging sound she
made, Ann tried to pretend nothing happened by looking straight ahead,
as though she'd been watching the movie the whole time from her
slouched position. This didn't fool the people around her, and it
didn't help Ann.

	Up on the screen was a triple close-up of the fuck film. The
left image showed the pussy of one woman getting fucked. The right
image showed the other woman being fucked in the ass. The middle one
showed the huge cock being deep-throated by one of the women while the
other one licked and sucked his hairy testicles.

	Ann wasn't embarrassed about watching the movie, she and her
boyfriend had viewed many XXX-Rated tapes. But, that was in the
privacy of his apartment, NOT in a public theater! He tried talking
her into going to a place like this, but she always was able to talk
him out it, saying the movies made her horny, and she didn't want to
get that way unless he could do something about it. She didn't lie
about that. Ann was horny and getting hornier by the minute.

	Without moving her head, Ann looked around, eyes pivoting like
a ventriloquist dummy's would. Several of the men were stealing
glances at her every now and then, especially the two men sitting to
the left and right in the row in front of her. Her whole body suddenly
stiffened when she felt a hand on her right knee. Ann tried to cross
her legs, but the sweaty palm of the man next to her held her leg
down.

	"If you don't get your hands off me, I'll call the manager."
Ann whispered.

	"Go ahead! Then ya gotta explain this!" the man said, shaking
the handcuffs and slowly moving his hand higher up her leg.

	Ann wanted to die! There was no way she could explain the
handcuffs, and she certainly didn't want to create a scene that would
attract attention to herself either. She genuinely was frightened now.
This wasn't like the other day. At least then she had a couple of
drinks to loosen her up and deaden her senses. Being stone-cold sober
while a complete stranger fondled her was very terrifying. It put a
knot in her stomach the size of a baseball, and made her blood
pressure to a dangerous level.

	Ann watched and felt the man next to her rub her leg, his
calloused hand quickly sliding up and down her nylons from the knee to
the lace band high on her thigh. Ann couldn't bear to look as he went
higher with each hot caress. The two men in front of her were no
longer watching the movie. Sideways in their seats, they looked at
what the man was doing between her legs. As soon as she glanced at
them, she felt the same excitement as in the bar the other night.
Their lustful gazes made Ann's nipples harden, and her pussy began to
tingle and churn in its juice. She noticed the one on the left had his
dick out, and was jerking-off. Ann inhaled sharply when she felt the
fingers of the man next to her reach above her stockings, gripping the
goose-bump covered flesh close to her mound.

	One last time, Ann tried to put her legs together. The
stranger suddenly pulled her dress up, and spread her legs farther
apart. Ann's jewel-outlined pussy was now visible to everyone, and
audible gasps came from all the men in her vicinity. When some of the
other men in the theater heard this, they turned around, saw what was
going on in the back row, and started changing seats. Ann was soon
surrounded by seven men as the stranger on her right continued to
fondle her.

	He placed the palm of his hand on her exposed mound, causing
her to jump and sigh from the direct contact on her aroused clit. He
then pressed hard against her pussy, and began to move his hand up and
down. An involuntary moan escaped from Ann as she threw her head back.
Seeing that the pretty blonde enjoyed having him play with her, he
leaned over, grabbed her dress, and began raising it to her waist.
Almost in a trance, Ann lifted herself as she stared into the man's
eyes. Suddenly, he covered her legs up with the dress and quickly took
his hands away from her. Sam was making his way to his seat.

	"Is the movie any good?" Sam asked, not realizing how loud he
was.

	Ann didn't reply, but unintentionally, Sam started a wild
conversation as comments were shouted from small crowd around them.

	"What movie?"

	"The movie's back on?"

	"I got a stiff neck."

	"Fuck your stiff neck, I got a stiff cock!"

	"Hey fella, there's an empty seat next to me."

	"Ah, who cares! Who's got the stiff neck?"

	"How'd he get it stiff?"

	"Will you guys pipe down! I'm beating... I mean, I'm watching
the movie!"

	"My hands are nice and warm."

	"Jesus Christ! Somebody should give HIM a stiff neck!"

	"Promises, promises!"

	"Let's go! The balcony's empty," Sam said as he got the key
out, and unlocked the handcuffs from around Ann's wrists.

	"Can I watch?" a guy asked.

	"Fuck that! Hey buddy, you need some help?" another one asked.

	"We'd like to be alone. Give us a couple minutes, okay?" Sam
said.

	"One Mississippi... two Mississippi... three Mississippi...
" the man who fondled Ann started counting.

	Led up the stairs by Sam, Ann's yellow hair and white skin
shined brightly. The balcony had been lit because of complaints. The
management figured it was easier to light it up than close it off,
then have to hire someone to make sure nobody went up there. Sam and
Ann walked until they reached the center of the balcony. He then made
his way down a row of seats, pulling Ann by the arm. Once they were in
the brightest area, he stopped. Grabbing her coat and purse, Sam
dropped them onto the chair in next row, and told her to sit down.

	Ann felt as though she were only along for the ride. She knew
Sam had something in mind, but couldn't figure out what it was yet.
Even though the balcony was lit, she was glad he brought her up here
because she was afraid of what might have happened downstairs.

	"I hope that dress wasn't expensive," Sam said as he undid his
belt.

	Standing right in front of her, Sam pulled his pants
completely off, threw them on her things, then leaned back on the seat
in front of her. He was naked from the waist down, and staring at her.

	Ann's mouth was almost watering the minute Sam took off his
pants. She was still amazed by his size. Soft, he was thicker and
longer than any man she ever saw. Totally astonished, Ann watched as
his dick grew and throbbed before her eyes. He was slowly becoming
erect, and he wasn't even touching himself! Ann looked up. She
immediately became more excited. Sam had the same hungry look for her
as the men downstairs.

	"Put your feet up here," Sam said, patting the seats on either
side of him.

	Ann raised her legs, placing her high heels on backs of the
chairs Sam pointed to. He grabbed both her ankles and pulled them
until her feet were dangling over the seats. When he did this, her
legs parted, and her dress bunched up to her waist. Sam stared at the
lingerie she had on, momentarily stunned by the erotic sight she made.

	"You're learning," he said and tightly gripped his dick.

	Ann, her eyes glazed over, mutely nodded her head as she
watched Sam place both hands around his dick, slowly stroking himself.
She was sure it would stand straight out from his loins if he let go.

	"Tell me what you want, Ann."

	She couldn't answer him. Not because she didn't want to, but
because she couldn't make up her mind what she wanted first.

	"What's the matter? Hell, I can see your cunt is wet. You want
to suck my cock, or just have me stick it in your pussy?"

	Ann slowly brought her legs down and spread them wide open.

	"So, the slut can't talk, but she wants to fuck. Okay, stand
up and bend over."

	Standing and turning, Ann closed her eyes and bent over. She
tilted her head back a little, and let out a sigh when she felt Sam's
hands on her shoulders. He pushed the top of her dress down, baring
her breasts to the world.

	"Lift your dress up like a good slut."

	Without delay, Ann pulled her dress up to her waist, spread
her legs, and stuck her ass high in the air. Sam heard some noise, and
looked around. Several men were coming upstairs. Chuckling to himself,
he decided it was time for Ann to put on another show.

	"Put your face in the chair, and stick your ass in the air
higher!"

	Ann bent over as far as she could and stood on her toes, her
dress falling and covering her head completely. Sam buffed her pussy
with the head of his dick, but didn't put it in. Instead, he turned
around and waved at the men in the balcony, indicating he wanted them
to sit closer. All the men got up and moved to them.

	Ann didn't hear the sounds of shuffling feet and wouldn't have
cared anyway. All she thought about and concentrated on was the
wonderful feeling of Sam's huge cock rubbing the full length of her
pussy-lips, gently nudging her clit when the head poked through her
thighs. She was already close to having an orgasm. Sam grabbed his
dick and wedged just the head of it into Ann's moist hole. She moaned
and pushed herself back at him. He put his hands around her narrow
waist and held her steady. His hips were far from her, but the head of
his cock was inside her wet opening. Lazily rotating himself in
circles, he teased her with his dick, not letting Ann push back at him
and not pushing into her.

	"I'm not going to fuck you until I'm sure you're ready for
it," Sam said loud enough for everyone to hear.

	Ann raised her head and turned toward Sam.

	"Please! Do me now! I'm ready. God, am I ready!"

	"Oh? Well, maybe I'm not."

	"Don't tease me. Do it, Sam. Do it!"

	"You know what I want to hear. Say it."

	"God, Sam! Please! Fuck me!"

	"Still not good enough."

	"Fuck me with your beautiful cock. Please! I need it!"

	"Come on, say it!"

	"I'LL BE YOUR SLUT! Okay? Is that good enough for you? I'll do
whatever you want me to do! Just fuck me, Sam! Fuck me now!" Ann
screamed.

	Sam reached around to the front of Ann's dress, undid the
snaps he found, and took it off her. Throwing it onto the growing pile
of clothes, he then leaned back on the seat behind him. Putting his
feet between Ann's legs, Sam pulled her up. His dick rushed inside her
when he pushed Ann down into his lap. Being suddenly impaled by the
full length of his enormous cock, Ann's mouth gaped opened and her
head jerked up in shock.

	With Ann's silky legs straddling the outside of his, all the
men collectively groaned when Sam spread his legs wide open, revealing
his penetration to everyone. Their audience was impressed by not only
how deeply he had entered her, but that the blonde wasn't screaming in
pain. Sam began to squeeze Ann's breasts and gently pinch her nipples,
causing her to moan with pleasure. The whole balcony began to
reverberate with thunderous applause, whistles, and cheers.

	The loud uproar made Ann open her eyes in surprise. Feeling
like she'd been caught in the middle of some horrendous criminal act,
Ann trembled. She was caught! Caught with Sam's massive, black cock
buried deep inside her pussy while half a dozen or so men sat within
arms reach. She never felt so wicked as she did then. Her exhibition
in the bar was kid's stuff compared to this vulgar display of her
desire to be fucked. Quickly looking around, she saw that every man
had his dick out and was jacking-off.

	"Well, you wanted my cock. What now?" Sam said from behind
her.

	Momentarily, Ann had forgotten about Sam. Slowly bending
forward, she placed the palms of her hands on each of Sam's thighs and
gingerly raised her rear end. Her squeezing vagina felt every
millimeter of his huge dick withdraw as she lifted herself up.

	"Look at her cunt!" one of the men groaned.

	Ann looked, too. Her pussy was clamped tightly around the dark
shaft of Sam's cock. This was one of the images she had daydreams
about. The thrill of actually seeing it was much better than thinking
about it. She lifted higher and watched the pink inner flesh of her
pussy slowly unfolded, clinging to Sam's thick cock and leaving a
glistening trail on it as they slid up his shaft. There was
absolutely no pain. All Ann felt was a marvelous sensation deep inside
her wonderfully stretched pussy.

	Sam still couldn't get over the tightness of her pussy. As wet
and as hot as Ann was, he thought she would have expanded, but she
didn't. He wanted to start fucking her, but allowed Ann to set the
pace. If she wanted to go slow, that would be fine. Since she would be
fucking him in front of all these men, she couldn't later deny she was
his slut.

	"Maybe when I'm done, I'll have you fuck these guys. How would
you like that?" Sam asked.

	"Oh my God!" Ann exclaimed as she heard Sam, and felt him
shove a couple of inches of his cock suddenly back into her.

	The idea of fucking all these men set off fireworks in her
mind, and Ann started moving faster. She raised herself as high as she
could, but there was still over a quarter of Sam's dick in her. She
couldn't go up any further because her legs were off the floor and she
had nothing to push on. Ann lowered herself and moaned loudly,
sensations spreading throughout her entire body like liquid fire. She
quickly raised up again.

	"Go for it, baby! Go!" a man said.

	"Yeah! Come on, fuck his black cock you slut!" another yelled.

	"I can't wait to fuck her!" a man in front of her said.

	"You gonna fuck all of us?" one asked.

	"I hope she does!"

	"I'll settle for a blow-job!"

	"Hey buddy, you mind if we fuck her when you're done?"

	"You kidding? This slut's so hot! I've never met a woman who
loves cock as much as she does. I'll bet she could fuck and suck all
you guys twice, and not even break a sweat! How about it? All those
hard cocks. Makes your mouth water, doesn't it, slut?" Sam said as
shoved hard into Ann.

	With all the men and Sam talking about her, Ann became
delirious and started to work herself up to a beautiful climax.

	"Just fuck me! Fuck your slut, Sam! Fuck your slut!" Ann
muttered as she had her orgasm.

	Sam felt, and everyone saw, Ann's body violently shake when
she came. Grunting like an animal, she ground herself into Sam's lap,
brought her head up, shut her eyes, and let loose with a wail that
gradually turned to a sigh, then finally a long moan as she quickly
was building up to another climax.

	"Let's really show these guys what kind of slut you are," Sam
said, lifting her from his lap and off his cock.

	"Go on, sit down!" he told her.

	Ann didn't so much as make a peep. She sat in the chair in
front of all the men. Sam stepped up and leaned over her, jacking-off.
Everyone got up and moved closer to get a good look.

	"Tilt you head back and open your mouth. I got a present for
you," Sam said.

	Fluffing her hair over her shoulders, letting it fall over the
back of the chair, she saw all the men standing around behind her.
Three or four of the men were doing the same thing Sam was, beating
off above her face as she leaned her head way back. One man to her
left was first to come, shooting a stream of thin, milky sperm past
her nose, followed by a second that hit her forehead. Unexpectedly,
everyone started to come at once, even Sam. Cum came at flying at
Ann's face from every direction, soaring past her face, landing in her
hair, onto her neck, and in her ears. The last thing she saw before
closing her eyes and having her face drenched was Sam's black cock
advancing toward her mouth.

	Sam shoved his dick between Ann's lips and emptied the rest of
his load inside her sucking mouth while the other men continued to
come all over her face. He could feel the vibrations of her moans and
her tongue on the head of his dick, licking furiously as his cum came
pouring from it.

	"Fuck man! Look at her! She loves it! Shit, she's even got her
fingers in her snatch!" one of the men said.

	It was true. Ann was stroking her pussy at the same time the
men were jacking-off all over her face. She was shaking and whimpering
like crazy as she continued to suck Sam's cock. All the men waited
patiently for Sam to finish after they came, watching while he kept
his huge dick shoved in her mouth and the beautiful blonde sucked it
for all she was worth.

	"Well, is this a slut or what?" Sam asked the crowd.

	The men were silent, looking at the big man. None of them
could speak.

	"Let's clean her face off, then you guys can have her," Sam
said as he pulled his dick from Ann's mouth and stepped back.

	Several men took handkerchiefs from their pockets, and gave
them to Sam.

	"Why play with yourself when there's all this cock," Sam said,
and slapped Ann's hands away from between her legs.

	"Okay, here's the rules. You can fuck her or have her give you
a blow job, but only two guys at a time. Nobody fucks her in the ass!
Got it! Also, if you have to piss, go to the bathroom! She's not a
fucking toilet! She might be a slut, but she's still a lady, so I
don't want any rough stuff either! Understand?" Sam told the anxious
and horny men.

	They all shook their heads in agreement while Sam explained
everything, and cleaned Ann up like a mother would her child, rubbing
her face and neck as though he were scouring a pot. Ann was totally
astonished by what just happened. Standing up when Sam was done, she
looked at everyone. She didn't care what they thought of her or what
they did to her now. How could she? She just let them come all over
her face and loved it! The lust in their eyes was all she wanted to
see. It started her pussy foaming again. Ann knelt on the chair and
put her arms on the back.

	"No, sideways! Get on your hands and knees over two seat so
everybody can see," Sam said and pointed to the men.

	Ann turned, put her high heels through the armrest behind her,
and leaned on the other seat. All but two of the men sat down in the
row of seats right behind her, each with a perfect view of what was
going to take place.

	"Okay, she's all yours! Have fun, and remember what I said."
Sam told the men as he grabbed his pants and walked away.

	Someone knelt on the seat in front of Ann, his dick hard and
ready for her. She automatically lunged forward, mouth open and tongue
pressed flat. She was then suddenly hauled in the other direction by
the man behind her. She felt the penetration of his dick into her
pussy. The man's cock was nowhere near the size of Sam's, but it felt
great all the same as his balls started pounding against her pussy.
Ann heard him loudly slapping her scantily covered rear end with his
belly as the man fucked her, and she could feel the stones outlining
the crotch of her panties rub back and forth over her clit. At least
this was some consolation for not being able to suck the cock pointed
right at her face.

	"What the hell are you waiting for?" Sam asked the man
kneeling in front of Ann.

	"She doesn't mind?" he asked.

	"Jesus, are you blind? She's pretty and all that, but she's a
fucking slut! Go ahead, fuck her mouth!"

	Ann, her mouth still open, licked her lips and sighed as she
felt her pussy clutch at the cock inside her. She responded to the
friction of the man swiftly fucking her, and was amazed her hole could
re-adjust so fast, as though the man had pushed a button to make her
pussy shrink around him. In a way, he had. Because of his constant
thrashing and the chafing of her crotchless panties, her clit was
fully extended and throbbing with excitement. This was Ann's button!
This tiny, yet remarkable, piece of flesh was the source of
unbelievable pleasures and the reason she couldn't control her own
physical desires.

	The man in front grabbed the sides of her head and shoved his
dick at her face. She immediately began sucking. Sam, like the rest of
the men, marveled at how passionate Ann was. She wasn't just putting
on a show like the women on the movie screen. Ann enthusiastically
making love to the man's cock with her mouth! Her muffled moans and
almost crying whimpers were evidence that she was totally aroused by
what was being done to her. Her lips wetly slid back and forth over
the dick plunging into her mouth while she was vigorously fucked by
the man behind her.

	After he got his pants back on, Sam sat down in a chair in
front of them and watched, looking for any sign that Ann might not let
all these men have her. Glancing around, he counted seven men.

	"Think you can handle all these guys, slut?" he asked her.

	Without skipping a beat, Ann shook her head yes, and grabbed
the ass of the man in front of her, forcing his cock to slide into her
throat. The guy quickened his pace as Ann dug her fingernails into
him, urging him to come in her mouth. He obliged, pumping as fast as
he could. Groaning loudly, he shoved himself at her real hard,
shooting his load down her throat. Ann greedily sucked and licked his
cock, all the while holding onto him, even though he was trying to
move back and shoot his cum on her face. Swallowing every drop of
sperm he squirted into her mouth, Ann started to come herself. When
the dick between her lips lost its stiffness, she removed her mouth
from it and gulped for air.

	"Oh, yes! Harder! Fuck harder! Come on, harder!" she shouted
at the man behind he.

	Before she could enjoy herself and come again, another man
jumped from his seat and took the place of the guy that came in her
mouth. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head to his dick
and drove his cock between her lips.

	"Yeah, that's it! Suck it up! Lick it some more. Okay, slut.
Get ready. I'm gonna shove it down your throat!"

	Not that she had a choice in the matter, but Ann really didn't
mind the way the guy was treating her. In fact, she thought it was
appropriate, and the type of punishment she deserved. She was suppose
to be at work, not sucking and fucking a bunch of men in a sleazy
theater. She should be treated like this.

	"You guys better remember what I said. Nobody fucks her in the
ass or treats her like a toilet! I'm going downstairs for something to
drink," Sam said to everyone and left.

	All the men went crazy, and began acting out fantasies their
wives or girlfriends wouldn't let them. When one man finished with
Ann, someone else took his place. This went on and on, cocks exploding
in her mouth then in her pussy. Over and over Ann was fucked. After
the last one had her, the men made Ann lay on the floor in the wide
area between two sections, her nylon encased legs spread wide apart.
Several men told Ann lick their cocks clean when they finished fucking
her a second time, laughing and making comments about how much she
loved cum. Some of them just wiped their dicks with her hair, or on
her face. Others squatted down over Ann's mouth, and told her to
tongue their ass while they jacked off on her tits and stomach.

	Only once did Ann try to say anything, and was quickly cut off
by having a cock shoved in her mouth. She wasn't going to complain
about what the men were doing to her. Not exactly, anyway. She wanted
to tell them to slow down so she could enjoy the fun! They had her on
the brink of a coming so many times that it was driving her crazy.
Just as she was about to orgasm, the guy who was fucking her would
pull out, leaving her frustrated. When another man finally got began
fucking her, then the man she was sucking would thrust his cock into
her throat until she couldn't breathe. Ann wanted and needed to come
just as badly as they did, but the men wouldn't give her enough time
to do it. They fucked her mouth or cunt as fast as they could, blew
their wad, and pulled out.

	After the two movies ended, Sam went back upstairs. He heard
yelling and shouting. When he got to the balcony, he could see a group
of men standing in a circle.

	"Yeah! Suck his cock!" a man shouted.

	"Look at her throat!" another said.

	"She swallowed the whole fucking thing!"

	"Come on, John! Fuck her face like you fucked her cunt!"

	"Yeah! I wanna hear her yell. She ain't yelled yet. Make the
slut yell."

	"Come on, slut! I'm gonna keep fucking your face till ya
yell!"

	Sam, now standing just off to the side, saw what was going on.
Ann was kneeling on the floor while a big, burly guy stood above her.
He was roughly fucking Ann's mouth, both hands full of her golden
locks as he kept her head still. Ann's facial features were hidden as
the man mercilessly fucked her mouth and throat.

	"HEY, ASSHOLE! Enough is enough! Get away! And I mean NOW!"
Sam yelled.

	Everybody turned when they heard Sam's booming voice, and
started to trip over each other to get out of the way, especially the
one who had a hold of Ann.

	"DAMN YOU! I was almost there!" Ann yelled, lunging for the
man who had been viciously fucking her face.

	Surprised, Sam could only shrug his shoulders.

	"Sorry. I thought you were hurting her," he told the man.

	With her eyes completely covered with cum, Ann blindly reached
out and pulled the man back to her. When she found his dick with her
groping hands, she spoke.

	"Like before, honey. I almost came. Do it again!" Ann pleaded.

	The man looked at Sam.

	"Go ahead," he told the man.

	The guy grabbed Ann's hair again, brought his dick back up to
her lips, and hauled her open mouth over his cock with all his might,
penetrating her throat in one shove and snapping her head back.

	Sam looked around. There were eleven men standing in the
isles, and only the guy she was sucking had a hard dick. He didn't
believe it! His plan had worked! It didn't take as long as he thought
it would either. Even better than that, Ann was a lot more eager than
he ever thought she would be. The beautiful and highly successful
business executive was now his slut, draining and fucking or sucking
the balls off of anyone he told her to.

	It looked as though the man in front of her was trying to pull
Ann's hair out by the roots. She didn't seem to mind, though, because
her fingernails were digging into the flexing muscles of his ass,
urging him to keep his cock in her throat each time he tried to pull
it out. The man couldn't take the warm feeling of her sucking mouth
any longer, and began coming. Everyone could see the ecstatic way Ann
acted as the man forced her forehead against his abdomen while his
exploding dick squirted its cum down her contracting esophagus.

	Ann swallowed his cum as though it were water and she'd been
crawling in the desert for a week. As his cock jerked one last time,
Ann slowly brought her lips up his shaft when he loosened the grip of
her hair. Lovingly running her tongue along its length as it passed
by, Ann moaned in delight and brought her hands around to squeeze
every drop of sperm from his deflating shaft. Still moaning and
groaning with pleasure, she licked the head of his dick then tilted
her head to tenderly kiss and suck his balls.

	All the other men could only stare at the blonde on the floor.
They had never seen a woman who was not only as skillful as she was at
giving head, but who was also was the most avid cock-sucker any of
them had ever met. On top of this, she was beautiful and sexy to boot.

	Ann wasn't as lovely as when she first entered the theater,
though. Perspiration was dripping from her face, along with a great
deal of cum. Her hair was disarrayed and wet, both her nylons had runs
in them, and her back, knees, and hands were filthy from the dirty
floor she had been lying and kneeling on. Ann's well-fucked and
swollen pussy looked red and sore. Most of it was covered by a thick
soupy mess of sperm, grotesquely dripping down her thighs, or to the
floor.

	"She needs a rest guys. Somebody help me clean her up," Sam
said and grabbed the still sucking Ann from the floor.

	When she was on her feet, Ann looked up and smiled at him.

	"Jesus, Sam! That was so unbelievable!" Ann whispered so only
Sam could hear her.

	"You earned these," Sam said and pulled an envelope from his
pocket.

	Ann looked at him, then the envelopes. She was about to make
another decision, and was trying to find the words to express what she
felt.

	"Can I wash up?" Ann asked, without reaching for the pictures
Sam was offering.

	"There's a bathroom downstairs."

	Without being the least bit embarrassed, a near-naked and
cum-saturated Ann followed Sam to the bathroom, after he gathered her
things from the chair.

	"You got some other clothes in the car?" Sam asked.

	"In the trunk."

	"I'll get some clean ones while you wash up," Sam said and
went to her car when she handed him the keys.

	Ann couldn't believe the amount of sperm that covered her as
she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. It was everywhere!

	"Wash up? Hell, I needed to be hosed down!"

	Ann started laughing to herself when she thought about being
hosed down already. She couldn't find a single inch on her face, neck
or chest that didn't have cum on it. Suddenly, her thoughts veered off
into another direction.

	Sam had told the men not to hurt her. He even yelled at the
last guy because he thought he was hurting her. He wasn't just
somebody who got off on other people's pain and misfortune. This, in
itself, wasn't something to be that happy about, but at least she
didn't have to worry being physically injured while with him. A warm
feeling came over her as she realized Sam, in his own way, did care
for her.

	"Here you go!" Sam said as he walked into the bathroom and
tossed another garter belt and package of nylons at her.

	"These are a big help!" Ann said sarcastically.

	"So shoot me! I forgot to write panties down on the list I
gave you."

	Ann asked him for a handkerchief. When he handed it to her she
ran some water over it, then began wiping off her face. Sam was only
watching her from behind, still surprised she acted the way she did.
While Ann was hand-washing herself, she caught a glimpse of Sam
looking at her.

	"Well, how did I do?" she asked him.

	"What can I say? There isn't a stiff dick left in the
balcony."

	"What do you want me to do now?"

	"Finish cleaning up and get dressed," he said after a long
pause.

	Sam's tone changed back to what she liked, sending shivers up
and down her spine. He was more demanding again and his voice was
deeper. When she was done washing, Ann removed her high heels then the
torn and cum-soaked stockings and crotchless panty/garter belt.

	"Give me those and put the clean ones on!" Sam told her.

	While she was getting dressed again, Sam started talking to
her.

	"You're full of surprises, aren't you? That boyfriend of yours
must really be a pussy! Well, I got news for you, Ann. You won't wrap
me around your finger the way you do him. You're a slut, and I'm going
to treat you like one."

	"I meant what I said, Sam. I'll live up to my part of the
bargain and be your slut, just make sure you live up to you end of our
deal."

	"Come on, I ain't got all day! Hurry up and get dressed!"

	Ann looked up at him and winked as she bent over to put the
clean nylons on.

	"You really got off on all that upstairs, didn't you?"

	"God, Sam! All those cocks and all that cum! I could cream
myself right now just thing about it!"

	"Well, I've got a few surprises up my sleeves too! That was
only a taste of some of the things you're going to do for me."

	Ann put her dress back on and was applying fresh makeup to her
face when Sam stuffed the envelope into her purse on the sink. After
she finished, Ann spun around on her toes.

	"Fresh as a daisy!" she exclaimed and looked to Sam for his
approval.

	He didn't say anything to her, but he did walk over to the
bathroom door and held it open. Ann didn't know what he wanted this
time, but started to walk out. Sam stopped her when she got to the
doorway and made her bend over. As he pulled the back of her dress up
and stood behind her, he shoved her wet and cum-soaked lingerie in her
face.

	"You forgot to clean these!" Sam said as he shoved his cock
into her with a swift and powerful lunge.

	Ann's breath was knocked from her lungs and her head snapped
up in a sudden jerk. Sam quickly pushed the dirty nylons and garter
belt into her gaping mouth, and started fucking her as hard and as
fast as he could. Ann's eyes popped open and she wanted to crawl into
a hole. The woman's bathroom was at the opposite end of the hallway
from the glass doors of the entrance to the theater, and a young
couple was just walking in! The couple hesitated going inside as the
woman turned and said something to the man she was with.

	"Think she's a slut too?" Sam asked as he kept fucking Ann.

	When the young man and woman started walking toward the
bathroom, Ann bit down on the underwear in her mouth, the taste of cum
being squeezed from the garments. While the couple got closer and
closer, it was all Ann could do to keep from screaming out. Suddenly,
the bathroom door banged hard and loud against the tile wall when Sam
hit with his ass. Startled, the two people stopped dead in their
tracks. Less than six feet away from them was a huge black man fucking
a bent over blonde.

	The young guy looked up at Sam then at her. Ann turned a beet
red, but stayed where she was while Sam kept fucking her. The woman he
was with was shocked, her mouth open in a gasp and her eyes also on
Ann.

	"Sorry if we're in the way, but she paid me $100 to fuck her.
I'll be done in a minute," Sam calmly lied to the couple.

	Outrageous was the only word Ann could think of to describe
Sam. Outrageous and wonderful she thought as her climax began
building while his long and thick cock stretched and poked her heated
pussy. She looked up at the couple again and noticed the man's hands
were all over the woman's body. Ann moaned as Sam picked up the speed
of his thrusts and she could feel herself getting close to coming.
Without warning, Sam started spraying his cum inside her. Ann screamed
behind the lingerie still stuffed into her mouth. She didn't want him
to stop, she wasn't there yet! But, after he finished coming, Sam
pulled his cock out and zipped up his pants. With a playful smack on
her ass, he walked around in front of her.

	"Well, that should hold you for a while. Listen, your cunt's
still tight, but real sloppy. Now I know I got a big cock and you need
to be stretched first, but maybe you shouldn't fuck so many guys in
the balcony before you come down here and fuck me. Anyway, thanks for
the money. You folks can use the bathroom now. We're done. At least I
am. Shit pal, you should try getting some of that. She's a real fine
piece of ass!"

	As Sam walked away and out of the theater, Ann started
chuckling to herself. "The man's totally outrageous!" she thought,
but Ann still needed to be fucked, especially after coming so close,
yet denied the climax she was about to have when Sam pulled out. She
quickly got the things out of her mouth and stood up.

	"Like he said, it's all yours," Ann said smiling at the
couple, waiting to see if the young man would try to make a move on
her.

	"She's talking about the bathroom!" the young woman said to
her husband.

	Ann straightened out her dress and put her used underwear in
her purse.

	"No I wasn't!" Ann said as she passed by them and walked out
of the theater.

			     Blackmaled
				 by
			DATS HER and DATS HIM
			     Chapter Six
			       Conduct

	The two of them had been waiting for the last hour. Every time
a car pulled into the parking lot, they'd duck into a closet by the
front door and wait for the driver to come in.

	"That's not her!" Bob whispered.

	"I don't give a shit! Look at those fucking legs! Let's get
her before she gets in the elevator. A cunt's a cunt as far as I'm
concerned! All they want is cock anyway. We can give her plenty!"
Rick replied.

	"Just hold on! I'm telling you, she'll be here!" Bob said.

	"She better be you fucking moron, or you owe me $25 for this
pizza!"

	"Don't worry. I told you before, I got her address off her
drivers license."

	"Well, like I said a half hour ago, this fucking cunt better
be worth the wait!" Rick responded.

	Rick had a real problem! His girlfriend of four years left him
exactly one month ago today. She was as pretty as any woman seen in
magazines or movies, and had a body to match her looks. He was deeply
in love with her. It was totally devastating to him, and damn near
caused him to commit suicide, to hear the reason she was leaving. She
first said Rick didn't excite her the way he use to. When he asked
her to be more specific, he wished he hadn't.

	"Your dick is too small! I get more satisfaction from fucking
myself with my pinky than from that thing you call a cock!" she spit
out then turned away.

	There was nothing he could think of to say or do as she calmly
went to the bedroom, packed some clothes in a suitcase, and walked
out, leaving him silently crying at the kitchen table.

	Rick started to drink heavily after this, and it caused him to
get fired a week later. While caught drinking on the job, his boss
called Rick into his office and asked if there was anything he could
do to help the obvious problem Rick had.

	"Mind your own fucking business!" was Rick's response.

	Things got worse. Alone most times in a bar, Rick thought
about his girlfriend and women in general. He quickly developed an
attitude that all women were cunts, bitches or whores, and yelled it
at the woman who refused his offer for a drink. After getting thrown
out of the third bar within a week, he met Bob. Both of them hit it
off, and two days later, Rick had a new job at the same place Bob
worked.

	Bob was the clerk in the adult bookstore who sold Ann all the
things Sam told her to buy. Bob told Rick about Ann, and the two of
them hatched this plan to get even with her for what she did only four
nights ago. Another car pulled up, and they jumped back in the closet.

	"That's her!" Bob almost shouted in their dark hiding place.

	Ann walked past the elevators, right in front of the closet,
and went to the side hallway.

	"Fucking great! She lives on the first floor! Quick, get the
door before it closes!" Rick said.

	Silently running from the closet, Bob caught the door and
stepped through, followed by Rick. Ann, with her back to them,
unlocked her apartment and went inside.

	"Shit man! Talk about lucky! Didn't we park the car on this
side of the building?" Bob asked.

	"Yeah! Right outside her fucking patio!" Rick answered.

	The two agreed to wait for a while, Bob checking the bag he
brought along and Rick making sure nobody caught them standing around
in the hallway.

	Walking into her bedroom, Ann removed and neatly hung up her
dress. Standing before the full-length mirror on her bathroom door,
wearing only a garter belt, nylons and heels, she admired her body.
The short blonde wisps of pubic hair atop her mound were trimmed to a
nice V-shape. Her eyes were drawn there first because a drop of cum
was hanging from her swollen pussy-lips. Ann spread her legs open to
get a better look. This small amount of effort forced a thick glob of
cum from her wet slit. Fascinated by the sight, she watched as the
gooey sperm slide down her thigh to her stocking tops.

	Ann though about removing her nylons, before they got messed
up like ones she wore in theater, but decided she had enough pairs and
didn't bother. She then went to her bed. After she pulled back the
blanket and top sheet, Ann lay down, closed her eyes and stretched
her arms and legs out, letting the cool bottom sheet soothe her body.

	By this time, Bob and Rick were in her apartment, quietly
standing outside her bedroom door. They didn't have to break in. Ann
forgot to lock her front door. The two men didn't forget. They locked
it then unlocked the patio door for their escape when they were done
with Ann. Without a word, they looked at each other and silently moved
toward the young blonde so lusciously spread out on the bed.

	With Bob 23 and Rick only 22, they were fast and agile. Bob
quickly tied a blindfold over Ann's eyes, as Rick shoved some kind of
gag into her mouth. Rick then looped two black straps around both her
ankles and tied them to the bed frame at the bottom while Bob was
doing the same thing to her wrists at the headboard. Ann helped the
men more than she knew by lying there quietly. Bob easily took one of
her arms and Rick got the other. Stepping back, they looked at Ann's
semi-naked body, securely tied and stretched out on her own bed.

	Ann wasn't going to get loose even if she tried, which she
didn't. From the number of hands she felt, Ann knew there were two
men, maybe more by the way they tied her up so quickly. She heard a
rustling noise, like newspapers being crumbled then one of the men
began talking.

	"On a scale from one to ten, I'd give this cunt a nine!" Rick
said.

	"Oh yeah? I suppose your hand is a ten," Bob joked.

	"You got it!. It's always around when you need it and it'll
never leave your side!" Bob answered.

	While the men laughed, Ann breathed a slight sigh of relief.
From their conversation, they weren't here to harm her. One thing was
certain, though. Laid out the way she was, they weren't going to leave
her alone either.

	"I fuck her first!" Rick said and began talking his clothes
off.

	"What do you mean, YOU'RE first!" Bob argued as he also
undressed.

	"We agreed I'D be first!" Rick argued back.

	"Only because you were suppose to pick the lock! Since the
dumb bitch left the fucking door open, I should go first!" Bob said.

	"Tell you what, whoever makes her come first, fucks her first.
We can use anything except our dicks. Agreed?" Rick asked.

	"Okay," Bob said.

	Rick walked over to the bed when he was naked, sat down on her
right side, and without warning, roughly shoved a finger into Ann's
pussy. The crude and sudden invasion caused Ann to jump, a muffled cry
coming from her throat. As Rick wiggled his finger around and probed
deeper into her pussy, Ann fought with all her might to keep still.
She was hornier than ever, but didn't want to show it to these men.
When Rick shoved a second finger in her, and wiggled it around with
the first, Ann couldn't help herself. She pushed her hips up at the
invading digits. She was going through pure hell. She couldn't move,
couldn't speak, and couldn't see, but she could feel everything and it
was driving her crazy. She felt an added weight on her left side, and
realized there were two men on the bed with her now.

	A hand grabbed her left tit and squeezed, causing her nipple
to go hard. When a mouth covered her tit and a wet tongue licked her
nipple, Ann tossed her head to one side, another muffled cry coming
from her. Rick shoved a third finger into her pussy, and Ann thrust
herself up again. She felt another hand squeeze and fondle her right
tit, rolling her hard nipple between the thumb and forefinger. She
then felt a fourth hand run down her smooth stomach. She thought it
was going to join the one at her pussy, but it didn't. The hand
stopped, its finger tips at the top of her mound. They sought and
found her clit, rubbing her tiny organ until it almost throbbed in
pain. Just then, Ann felt something slippery and warm on the top of
her hip. It had to be the man on her right. His tongue was sloppily
licking its way over her thigh, down to her nylons, and across to her
pussy-lips. Suddenly, the two men stopped everything. Ann was grateful
for the pause, and inhaled deeply through her nose, her chest rising
and fall with each breathe.

	"Nod your head if you can hear me," Bob said.

	Ann nodded her head.

	"If we take the gag out of your mouth, are you going to
scream?"

	Ann shook her head no.

	"You better not! Understand?" Bob warned her.

	Ann nodded yes and one of them took the gag out. She moved her
jaw around to work out a cramp, but didn't attempt to say anything.

	"If you cooperate, we won't hurt you. Understand?" Bob asked.

	"Yes," Ann said softly.

	"You know what we want, right?"

	"Yes."

	"Good! Just lay back and enjoy it then."

	After Bob finished talking to her, both of them grabbed their
dicks and began rubbing Ann's tits with them. They were kneeling on
each side of her chest, pressing their cocks into her nipples. Then,
while Bob ran his right hand to her pussy, Rick ran the tip of the
forefinger from his right hand slowly over her lips. As Bob's hand
cupped and squeezed her pussy, Ann opened her mouth in a loud sigh,
enabling Rick to poke his finger inside and press against her tongue.

	Forgetting these men broke in her apartment to rape her, Ann
surrendered to all the sensations her body was feeling. Her reaction
was immediate and automatic. She closed her mouth around the finger
between her lips, started grinding her hips in a circle, and moaned.

	Bob and Rick were surprised at her response. Instead of being
frightened out of her wits, the pretty blonde was going along with
everything they were doing to her. Her tongue danced and played with
Rick's finger tip, and she was trying to part her thighs for Bob's
hand, moving her pussy around in his palm. Rick pushed his finger
between her lips to the second knuckle, and Ann began sucking it. Bob
rubbed his palm hard on her clit, and Ann groaned.

	"Told you this bitch was wild!" Bob said.

	"You sure did. Listen, you go ahead and fuck her first. The
way this slut's sucking my finger, I've got to stick my dick in her
mouth!" Rick answered.

	As they got up and moved into new positions, Ann started to
mumble.

	"Please! Don't stop! Not now!"

	"You fucking whore, just hold on!" Bob yelled.

	"Okay cunt, listen up. I'm going to put my dick in your mouth,
and you better not bite it!" Rick said.

	"I want to suck your cock! Go ahead, put it in my mouth!"

	"I don't believe this fucking slut! She's hot as hell!" Rick
said.

	"Think we should untie her?" Bob asked.

	While the two of them thought about it, looking at her and the
way she was gyrating around on the bed, Ann pleaded with them.

	"YES! Untie me, and take this DAMN blindfold off! I don't care
who you are anymore. I don't care about anything! Just fuck me and let
me suck your cocks! Please, I need it!"

	Leaning over her head, Rick undid the velcro straps attached
to her wrist, and Bob got up and did the same to her ankles. When Rick
untied the blindfold, Ann squinted a little, his hard dick was right
in her face. Without wasting another moment, Ann scrambled up to her
hands and knees, and lunged at Rick's prick, her lips sliding down his
shaft until his cock-head touched the entrance to her throat. She
didn't know her lips were wrapped around a 6" dick, or that she had
most of it in her mouth. Ann was to busy sucking and licking to care
how big his cock was. All that mattered to her was she had a cock that
would eventually explode and fill her mouth with cum. If the other man
wanted her to suck him off, too, that'd be fine. Ann was at a point
where her only concern was to come herself, then get the men to do the
same. She started bobbing her head quickly up and down, taking more of
the prick deeper into her mouth. When the spongy head finally pushed
past her tonsils and was wedged in her throat, Ann started rubbing her
pussy.

	Neither Bob or Rick could believe it. They came here with
every intention of raping Ann, but she was acting like a cock-starved
whore. Her mouth was flying up and down Rick's dick, loudly slurping
and sucking it. One of her hands was busy squeezing her own tits, and
the other one was furiously rubbing her cunt.

	Rick, a grin on his face a mile wide, watched as the beautiful
blonde sucked his cock like it was the last one on earth. Bob got up
and knelt behind her, Ann's lovely ass grinding away at her hand.
Grabbing her hips and placing his cock between her thighs, he started
pushing his swollen member at her pussy. Ann's mouth came off Rick's
dick the moment Bob's made contact with her burning cunt-lips.

	"Fuck me! Don't wait! I'm ready! Shove your cock in my cunt
and FUCK ME!" Ann howled over her shoulder.

	"Get back here you fucking cunt!" Rick yelled and grabbed
Ann's head as he shoved his dick back into her mouth.

	Bob spread Ann's thighs apart so he could get closer and more
penetration. When he was set, he leaned over her back and seized both
her tits from behind. Just as he drove his cock between her slippery
cunt-lips, he squeezed her breasts. The velvet smooth wetness of her
pussy was enough to make him blow, but he held still after his dick
was buried in her, not wanting to shoot off so soon. He was going to
say something to Rick about Ann's tight pussy, but saw he was
preoccupied. Rick's hands were tightly gripping the sides of Ann's
head, holding her place while he quickly plunged his cock in and out
of her mouth. She wasn't sucking his dick any longer, Rick was fucking
her face! The amazing thing was Ann helped him do it by grabbing his
ass with both hands and pulling him toward her, moaning whenever his
cock slid out of her throat.

	The sight and sounds of Rick's dick drilling Ann's mouth was
too exciting for Bob. As he tried to pull his dick back and start
fucking her, Ann pushed herself at him and squeezed her pussy around
his cock. This caused Bob to loose his load right then. While he
showered the inside of her cunt with cum, he reared back his head and
grunted, shaking like someone having a seizure. In the mean time, Rick
saw what his friend was going through and decided to come also.
Pulling Ann's head tightly against his stomach, he thrust himself a
couple of times then let his load shoot.

	"Drink it you fucking slut! SWALLOW IT ALL!" Rick screamed as
his head also flew back and his cock flooded her mouth and throat with
cum.

	Ann was going through one intense orgasm after another. The
thrill of being able to deep-throat a cock, however small or large,
was still new to her and she came as soon as he shoved it into her
throat. Her next orgasm occurred seconds later when her pussy was
being filled and stretched by the man behind her. As his cock slowly
drove deeper into her pussy, Ann came again and again, and didn't stop
coming till just now. Trying to calm the convulsions she was having,
Ann knelt motionless between the two men. Her nostrils flared as she
inhaled deeply through her nose, and her stomach still twitched every
now and then. Regaining her senses, she was astounded, but very
delighted, that the cocks in her mouth and cunt were still hard!

	"You slut!" Ann was thinking, "You let two more men fuck
you!"

	"That's right!" another part of Ann replied, "and I'm going
to let them fuck me again!"

	"Sam's right!" she continued her argument, "you're nothing
but a slut!"

	"So what! I've got two hard cocks waiting for me, so shut up!"

	Ann began showing the men her sexual appetite by running her
tongue over the tip of the dick in her mouth, licking the last thick
drop of cum oozing from the tiny slit. She then slowly started rocking
herself back and forth, making sure she didn't let the cock in her
pussy slide out, but enough to feel its full length rub against the
walls of her womb as it slid with her movements.

	"Fuck! Is she hot or what!" Bob said as he felt Ann fucking
herself on his dick.

	"She's a fucking nymphomaniac! Look at her! She's still
sucking my cock!" Rick replied.

	Bob made some hand gestures, indicating he wanted to switch
places.

	"Fine," Rick said and they both pulled their wet dicks out of
her.

	"Don't leave me like this! I need it! I REALLY, REALLY NEED
IT! Please! Just once more! I'll do anything you want! ANYTHING! Just
give me your cocks one more time!" Ann begged while she tightly held
onto Rick's ass as he tried backing away.

	"Who said we were done you fucking whore! Let him go and get
out of the way so I can lay down," Bob told her.

	Ann quickly moved to the foot of the bed, stripping away the
blanket and sheet.

	Bob got on the bed and lay in the middle. After he propped
two pillows under his head, he stared at Ann. He couldn't get over how
lucky they were. She was truly beautiful, plus she loved to fuck.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she looked like she was hypnotized.
Her eyes were wide open, but they didn't move or blink. He let his
gaze fall lower, and noticed her tits didn't sag and her nipples were
still hard. Bob thought it was sexy as hell that she wore a garter
belt and stockings instead of the usual Crotch Crushers (pantyhose)
most other woman wore. Looking back at her face, he saw her blonde
hair was in disarray, just like some of the woman in videos he watched
at the bookstore. A white line cum was running from the left side of
her mouth and she was playing with it with her tongue. This was all he
could take.

	"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on up here and fuck me!"
Bob told her.

	Ann crawled to him on her hands and knees, not once looking at
his face. All she could focus on was his cock, proudly and wetly
standing straight up. She purposely rubbed her nylons slowly along his
feet and calves, hoping this would keep his cock in its aroused state.
She badly wanted to feel it in her pussy again, and wasn't lying when
she told them she would to do anything they wanted if they'd give her
their cocks just once more. Ann continued to slowly work her way up
his body, to straddle his thighs, and take is his dick in her cunt,
but he stopped her when her face was right over his stomach.

	"Suck it first! Lick off that pussy juice you got all over
it!" Bob demanded.

	He swiftly grabbed her by the hair with both hands and shoved
her head down. Ann opened her lips and let him push her face to his
cock. The odor of her own juices and the sight of fresh cum hanging
from his balls sent a chill up her spine. It finally dawned on Ann she
was going to suck the dick that just fucked her, and it was still
coated with the liquids from her own pussy. She fleetingly wondered
why she never did this with her boyfriend. When the slick cock entered
her mouth, Ann was pleasantly surprised to find she enjoyed the taste.
The mixture of her cum and his sperm was different, less salty and
more creamy, but not at all revolting like she thought it would be.
The next thing she discovered was the size of his cock. It was bigger
than the first one she sucked. She had to open her mouth a little
wider to accommodate the shaft. The hands behind her head pushed her
mouth steadily further down. When his dick hit her tonsils, Ann gagged
a little, but didn't try to pull away. She opened up wider and let the
man push her head down until his cock was in her throat.

	"OH FUCK! She's swallowing it!" Bob shouted.

	Ann burst with pride when she heard him yell. She was able to
excite and surprise the man by getting his whole dick into her throat.
After pulling back and taking a deep breath, she lunged at his cock
again, not waiting for him to push her head down.

	"Shit! Her fucking neck just swelled up like a balloon!" Rick
said in awe.

	Ann was surprised to hear the other man. She forgot about him.
All her concentration was spent on deep-throating the one lying in
front of her. Now that she had an audience, Ann got more excited and
boldly decided to put on show. She brushed her hair back and held it
with both hands, making sure the men could see every feature of her
face. Ann then tightly wrapped her lips around the base of the cock
and slowly raised her mouth up. As the dick withdrew from her throat,
she licked the sides of the shaft so her tongue could be seen wiggling
around it as her cheeks puffed out. Sucking hard on the head, she
moaned and groaned loudly before she let the prick slide from her lips
with a loud pop.

	"I love cock! I love sucking it. I love fucking it. Your cock
is beautiful. All cocks are beautiful! I'm going to make love to your
cock with my mouth and throat. I'm going to kiss it and lick it and
suck it," Ann said just before she dropped her mouth over his dick
again.

	As sloppily as she could, Ann bobbed her head quickly up and
down his shaft, wetting it with her saliva so it became noisier. The
louder her sucking got, the hotter she got. Soon, the sounds of her
lips smacking and the dick wetly plunging in and out of her mouth was
all that could be heard. Ann was close to coming again, but she wanted
to save her orgasm for something special she had in mind. Letting his
dick slide out of her mouth, she looked up at the man lying on her
bed. With a burning desire in her eyes, she told him what she wanted
to do.

	"Don't worry, baby. I'm not done with your cock yet. This time
when I go down on you, I want you to fuck my throat! You hear me?
Give me everything you've got and fuck my throat!" Ann said as
seductively as she could.

	Rick and Bob couldn't believe what she was saying, and gazed
at each other in shock. With her face and body, she had to be
constantly turning men down, but here she was telling Bob to fuck her
throat! Still stunned, they watched as she grabbed Bob's hands and
placed them behind her head. Then she scooted up a little higher and
stretched her neck and face over his dick.

	"NOW!" Ann said and suddenly dropped her head, taking Bob's
entire cock into her esophagus.

	"HOLY FUCK!" Bob screamed.

	Rick immediately jumped up on the bed behind Ann. All this
time he was standing off to the side, pumping away on his dick and
watching what Ann was doing. After he saw how hot she was, he decided
to join in. His dick never felt this hard or ever got this long
before. He swore it had to be at least an inch bigger as he pointed it
at her ass.

	"Shit! You want it that bad, you can have it!" Bob said.

	He began shoving and pulling Ann's head up and down over his
dick, grunting as his cock entered her throat with violently piercing
stabs. A couple of times he kept her face mashed against his crotch
for a few seconds, letting his dick twitch and jump in her throat. He
looked down at her. Ann was squeezing both her tits and pinching her
nipples until he thought they'd pop off.

	"Shit! Shit! Fuck! NO!" Bob shouted and came again.

	"Well," Ann was thinking, "he doesn't last long, but boy can
he come!"

	Huge amounts of warm sperm were spraying from Bob's dick, the
first blast feeling like hot lava as it went straight down her throat.
Ann lifted up, letting his cock-head spray inside her mouth. She
gulped quickly to avoid choking, he was coming that much. When he
finally stopped shooting, Ann looked him in the eye, only the head of
his dick still in her mouth. She then parted her lips, and let the
load of cum in her mouth drool down over his cock. Making sure he was
still watching her, Ann then slowly licked the running cum off his
cock.

	Rick had never seen anything so hot in his life! He began
rubbing his dick between Ann's ass-cheeks while he held them apart,
letting his pre-cum lubricate her tiny back door hole. The pink
wrinkled opening was very small, but too inviting to pass up.

	"She should be able to take it in the ass," he thought, "And
so what if she can't! She's nothing but a slut!" His mind made up,
Rick started shoving his dick in her ass. When the head of his cock
slipped into her tiny asshole, Ann's head flew off Bob's cock and she
turned around.

	"MY PUSSY! Oh, God! Please, baby! I'm TOO DRY! I don't care if
you want to fuck my ass, but please get something on your cock! I've
got some Vaseline in the drawer over there," Ann told him.

	Rick pulled his dick out of her.

	"Honest, if you want to fuck me in the ass, I don't mind. Just
coat your cock with something before you stick it in there again."
Ann said over her shoulder.

	Instead of getting up from the bed, Rick pushed his right hand
between Ann's thighs and began rubbing her pussy.

	"That'll do! Oh, honey, your fingers feel great! Yes, stick
them in there. Stick your cock in there... What's your name?"

	"Rick."

	"Rick, baby, why don't you fuck my pussy first, then you can
fuck me in the ass all you want."

	"Sure thing cunt!" Rick replied.

	"Ann. My name is... "

	"I don't give a shit what your name is! You're a fucking slut!
All you want is cock! You want cock? Well, take this!" Rick yelled at
her as he thrust his dick into her pussy.

	"OH JESUS! YES! Oh damn! I'm slut. I'm nothing but a fucking
SLUT! YES! FUCK ME! Oh God! I'm a... CUNT! FUCK MY CUNT! GOD! Do it!
Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me harder! OH JESUS! OH GOD! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT!
FUCK ME! YES! OH YES! FUCK ME!" Ann screamed.

	Without realizing it, Ann gave Rick some of his confidence
back. By yelling the way she did and fucking herself back at him,
Rick didn't feel his dick was inadequate anymore.

	"The cunt loves it! She's getting her rocks off! Look at her!
The fucking slut is coming like crazy!" Rick said, his attitude
problem not resolved just yet.

	Bob was stroking his dick hard again and watching Ann go
through her orgasm. He had plans of his own. Because of the way she
talked down to him the other night in the store, he was going to make
sure she never did that again before he was finished with her. Parts
one and two of his plans already happened. He fucked her and he made
her beg him to suck his dick. Part three was about to happen, that's
why he asked Rick to come along.

	"Rick, bring her up," Bob said.

	"Yeah! We'll both fuck her at the same time!" Rick said and
began pushing Ann forward, his dick still in her pussy.

	Ann didn't know or care what was going on. She was coming. Her
whole body was one orgasmic mass of writhing flesh. She could feel
someone pulling her, but didn't care. The men could do anything they
wanted as long as she came.

	When Ann's face was above his, Bob reached for his dick and
brought it up to her mound, pressing it firmly against her clit. Then
he reached up and pulled her face down to him, kissing her hard on the
mouth. As Rick pulled his cock out of her, Bob violently thrust his
cock into her. Even after fucking both of them now, her cunt still fit
like a glove around his dick, squeezing and massaging the shaft as it
traveled through her pussy-lips.

	Ann moaned into his mouth and her tongue fought with his as
she kissed him back passionately. She was coming again. The full
feeling and heat from his cock sent her to the next higher level of
orgasm. Operating on some kind of auto-pilot, Ann began matching him
stroke for stroke as his dick pierced and withdrew from her super
heated pussy. She vigorously bucked and humped herself hard on his
dick, rubbing her erect clit in his hairy crotch.

	Rick saw his chance to fuck her ass. Even if his dick weren't
as slippery as it was, he doubted if she would care. In her present
state, he could have done anything and it wouldn't have phased her.
It wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, though. With her rear end
flying up and down, it seemed like he was trying to fuck the
proverbial rolling doughnut. The only way he was going to manage this
was to grab her and try to keep her still, at least until he could get
his cock up her ass. He leaned over her, snuggling himself against her
ass, and pried his hands under her chest. Once he got hold of her
tits, it was much easier to slow her down. He lift her up from Bob,
breaking their lip lock as he did so. Every part of her body was hot
to the touch. She was sweating so much he had to grip her tits more
firmly to keep them from sliding off as he pulled her upper torso more
toward his.

	"You love this, don't you, you fucking cunt!" Rick said more
than asked.

	"YES! OH GOD! I'M COMING AGAIN!" Ann responded deliriously and
came again.

	"Come on, Rick! The fucking bitch is hot! Shove your cock up
her ass! She's ready for it. I know she is!" Bob said.

	"What... Whatever you want. Oh God! YES! FUCK ME!" Ann
stuttered and climaxed again.

	"Yeah, do it! Let's make this bitch scream! Got enough room?"
Bob asked.

	"More than enough!" Rick replied and pushed her down.

	Ann was so weak she didn't even try to catch herself when she
was shoved from behind. Her head fell on the left shoulder of the man
below, her arms like wet rags at her side. Her face was a deep red and
she was trying to get her breath. Ann felt one of the men grab her ass
and pry it open. She felt something round and wet being placed on her
tiny anus.

	"As long as they don't ask me to do anything, they can do
whatever they want," Ann was thinking.

	When Rick was set, he pushed forward, watching as Ann's small
asshole spread open when his cock entered. With a sudden quickness,
her ass seemed to suck the head of his dick inside. Her stretched and
seldom-fucked hole was threatening to break the head of his dick off
it was so tight. While he pushed further in, he watched her asshole
disappear as the flesh clenched to his shaft. The only thing visible
was his cock, obscenely sticking from her ass.

	"Shit! She's so fucking tight it's unbelievable!" Rick said.

	"You just tightened her cunt up a few screws too. Hurry up! I
want to knock me off a piece of that ass before we leave," Bob said.

	"What the fuck happened to her? She pass out?" Rick asked.

	"Who gives a rat's ass! Come on! Hurry up!"

	The two of them began fucking Ann in rhythm. While Rick shoved
his cock into her ass, Bob would pull his cock out of her pussy. Back
and forth they went. Over and over they fucked her, gradually picking
up their speed until they knew when the other was going to push in and
out.

	Ann didn't pass out. She was aware of what was going on, but
was still too weak to respond. Ann felt every driving plunge of the
two cocks. At first, her asshole hurt, but it was nothing to scream
about, more a dull burning sensation than pain. She gradually adjusted
to being stretched and fucked in both holes, but it took some getting
use to. One thing did grab her attention. There was no sound from
their cocks, only the grunts and groans of the men while they fucked
her. Missing was the wet vacuum noise of her pussy sucking on the cock
as it withdrew and the slurping squishy sound as it pushed back in.
All she could hear were the grunts and groans of the men.

	Without warning, Ann felt the cock in her ass erupt. Her hips
were jerked savagely backward by hands, then the cock in her ass
exploded. Her boyfriend usually pulled his dick out before he came,
the two times she let him fuck her there, so the feeling of hot cum
flooding her anal passage was new. She did respond to this. Ann turned
her face toward the man she was lying on, and told him what she felt.

	"I can feel his cum. There he goes again," she said in an
almost dreamy whisper.

	"Like having your ass fucked?" Bob asked.

	"Again! He came again!"

	Ann couldn't believe herself. Since late this afternoon, it
seemed like all she did was fuck, suck, fuck again, and suck again.
Even after all of that, she was getting turned on.

	"God, I'm a slut!" she said out loud.

	"You got that right! Don't you ever get enough cock?" Bob
asked.

	"I don't know what's come over me."

	"I don't either, but I'm not done yet."

	Ann couldn't respond to his remark. An exciting tingle shot
from her clit to her nipples at the thought he might also fuck her in
the ass. Her brain told her it was a sickening thing to even consider.
Everything Ann thought was the direct opposite of what her body was
feeling. Her mind found it disgusting, but her body told her it was
wonderful. Her body said the sperm in her ass was warm and nice, while
her brain said it was something filthy. Ann's argument with herself
ended when both men pulled their dicks out of her. The sudden
emptiness in her cunt and ass resolved the internal fight she was
going through.

	Rick slumped to the bed next to Ann, his cock dry as a bone,
wiped clean by her tight asshole when he pulled out. As soon as his
cock-head popped out, the muscles in her anal opening snapped shut,
not even allowing a drop of his sperm to leak out.

	Bob was now kneeling behind her, his legs wedged between hers.
He looked down at Ann. Her garters had long since detached themselves
from her nylons and her stockings were now loosely around her knees.
There was a large wet spot forming on the sheet below her pussy. Bob
glanced at Rick.

	"Hey! Think you can get it up one more time?" he asked.

	"You've got to be fucking kidding me, man!"

	Bob thought for a minute. He knew her ass would still be
tight, but it wasn't enough. Looking around, he told Rick to get up
and bring him the bag they brought.

	Inside the bag was an enormous dildo, the type that plugged
into a wall outlet instead of running on batteries. It had three
different movements. It vibrated, the top twisted around in circles,
and it also pumped up and down. The gadget looked like something the
Marquis de Sade might have owned. After Rick plugged it in, he stood
by the side of the bed, waiting for Bob.

	Leaning down and grabbing Ann by her hips, Bob pulled her up
to a slouched kneeling position, her head flat on the bed and ass
sticking up. He then nudged her thighs apart and told Rick to give him
the contraption.

	"Rick, find that gag. I don't want her waking up the
neighbors."

	After Rick found and shoved the fake cock into Ann's mouth, he
stepped back.

	"Holy shit! I better get my fucking clothes on," Rick said and
began dressing.

	Pointing the grotesque gadget at her pussy, Bob started
talking to Ann.

	"You don't remember me, do you bitch?" he spat out.

	Ann didn't answer.

	"In case you forgot, we met just a couple of days ago."

	Still nothing from Ann.

	"Well, this should ring a bell," Bob said as he violently
rammed the dildo into her pussy.

	Ann screamed behind the gag. It sounded like a high pitch
gurgling noise. She tried escaping from Bob, but he grabbed her slim
waist and pulled her back. Wrapping his arms around her chest, he
lifted Ann up and slammed her down, causing the thing between her legs
to cruelly go half-way into her pussy. Bob then turned it on and held
her against him, waiting for the dildo to start. Ann was furiously
shaking her head and screamed again. Her face got redder and redder
from the strain she was putting on herself trying to escape. A pain
worse than any she ever felt before seared through her entire body. It
started at her abused pussy and ended at her throbbing temples. The
pain was so intense. The last thing she remembered before passing out
was that the man behind her was shouting.

	"See ya slut!"

	Much later, Ann came to. She immediately began screaming
again. This time she was able to move, and started crawling as fast
as she could away from the thing causing so much pain in her pussy.
Falling off her bed and rolling around on the floor, Ann couldn't
escape the agony of having her pussy stretched so wide open. The
cock-gag was still tied around her head, so she couldn't even cry out
for help. She continued to roll over and reached between her legs.
What she felt made her hands fly away like they had just touched a
piece of red hot coal. She raised her head in shock and looked at what
was separating her legs and stuck in her vagina. Totally horrified,
Ann gawked in disbelief, at first not recognizing the thing, then
suddenly remembering where she saw it last.

	It was the unbelievable dildo she saw at the adult bookstore.
The base of it had a huge suction cup attached to the bottom and a
cord running from it. The cord was wrapped around and across both her
thighs from her attempted escape. The thing looked so frightening and
intimidating, she was afraid to touch any part of it, but knew she had
to if she was going to stop the pain. Shaking, Ann again reached
between her legs. Grabbing what she considered to be a flesh-colored
log, she tried to pull it slowly out of her. The pain only increased.
Ann then saw a large lump growing in her stomach. It raised higher,
passed along the middle of her tummy, then slowly disappeared. She
watched it twice. After catching her breath, she untied the strap
holding the gag in her mouth and spit it out.

	"You bastards! Get that thing out of me!" she shouted.

	Frantically groping around, Ann searched for the on/off
switch. After what seemed like an eternity, she gave up, unable to
find anything resembling a switch on the immense forearm-shaped thing
she was impaled upon. Ann had to think of something, and think of it
quickly. Looking again at the cord around her thighs, she followed it
to her night table.

	"Oh, Christ! Please, at least turn it off!" Ann yelled.

	Leaning over to her side, but not putting her legs together,
Ann gingerly grabbed the cord between two fingers and pulled. Nothing!
She pulled again. Still nothing. Gripping it tightly in her hand, Ann
yanked. The table shook, then fell over, but the plug came out and the
thing inside her pussy had finally stopped moving! With a sigh of
relief, Ann slumped back to the floor.

	"I said you could do anything you wanted, but I didn't mean
this!"

	Ann's question went unanswered as she was alone now. Bob and
Rick fled from her apartment the minute she let out one last gurgling
scream and passed out. With a lot of difficulty, and not without more
pain, Ann was finally able to extract the huge object buried inside
her vagina. She looked at it, still astonished the men were able to
cram it in her. The color of it was slightly more pink than her own
skin, but its size was almost the same as her fist and forearm, which
she held up while comparing the two.

	"God Almighty! How did they get that in me?"

	Ann weakly unraveled the cord from her legs, then crawled to
lean against her bed. On the floor, was her alarm clock. It was only
11:30! After everything she'd been through today, she thought it had
to be early Saturday morning. She was sure of one thing, before she
did anything tomorrow, Ann was going to see her gynecologist. Even
though the thing, she couldn't refer to it as a dildo, was no longer
in her, Ann felt absolutely certain it had caused some internal
damage. The stabbing pain was easing up a bit, but her womb felt
strangely different. Looking at her pussy, she saw she was a mess. Her
cunt-lips, swollen and red, were wide open, the pink inner lining
coated with traces of blood and cum. Slowly getting up from the floor,
she drew herself a hot bath. After soaking for close to an hour and
changing her bedding, Ann went to sleep.

	"You're cervix and tubes took a beating and your labia was
torn slightly, but other than that, everything looks okay. You'll be
sore yet for a couple of days, but I imagine you already know that.
Don't worry, Ann. There's no permanent damage. I'll give you an
ointment to help relieve the pain."

	"I'm glad of that," Ann replied as she finished getting
dressed.

	"Remember I said if you ever got pregnant, I'd have to do a
Caesarean, that your vaginal opening just isn't large enough to give
natural birth?" her doctor asked.

	"Yes, I remember."

	"Well, it's none of my business, but as your doctor and friend
I'm advising you to leave the exotic toys alone. Really! You could
have done some serious damage to yourself! Or, did someone else do
this to you?"

	Ann blushed a deep shade of red.

	"I see. Well, I'm serious, Ann! If you find it necessary to
use a sexual prosthetic during foreplay... "

	"A what?"

	"Sorry. A dildo! Is that better? Anyway, if you must use one,
at least go out and buy one that's soft and pliable, one that'll bend.
And for God's sake, stop using whatever it was you used last night!"

	"Believe me, I will!" Ann replied.

	"One more thing. Since you didn't do, whatever it was you did
last night, to yourself, tell that boyfriend of yours that's your
vagina, not some place to store his damn power tools!" her doctor said
and the two women laughed.

			 The End