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.
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 anything
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 anything
"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.
End of part 3
Part 4 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2014/10/blackmaled-part-4-hooked-by-dats-him.html
"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.
End of part 3
Part 4 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2014/10/blackmaled-part-4-hooked-by-dats-him.html
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