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.
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.
End of part 2
Part 3 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2014/08/blackmaled-part-3-thats-all-by-dats-him.html
Part 3 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2014/08/blackmaled-part-3-thats-all-by-dats-him.html
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