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Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 1

By: Linda Jean



We had looked forward to moving to Calif. every since we got married 3 years ago. Bill is in construction and I had a job as a Secretary in a Doctors office. Our plan was to work hard and save enough money for the move and have enough for a down payment and 6 months payments. So we did it and for 5 and half months Bill has not been able to get the type of Job we where told he could before we left Toledo. In Toledo he was making between $18-26.00 an hour as a plumber. 

We where told he had a job here in Calif. starting at $30.00 an hour. However, when we arrived the slot was filled and now are barely getting by. His license in Ohio is not good enough here, so he has to start as a Journeyman (or something) anyway he is working however unless that slot opens up in the next two weeks we are going to start getting behind on our house payments. The plan was for us to move here, I get pregnant and I would stay home and raise our children. We talked last night and we both agreed I should start to look for a job while we wait for his slot to open. Once he starts working for PG&E I will quit and we will go back to our original plan.

After Bill left for work I put on a nice work dress that I would wear in Toledo and went and got a paper. I sitting down drinking coffee I circled the help wanted ads and began my tour around Orange County to find a job. The third place I stopped at was this huge New Car dealership the ad said Cashier/Secretary wanted Interviews between 10 and 11 so when I got there, I saw a room full of women. I spoke to the Owners private secretary and she told me it would be awhile. This was the first time that I had seen other women competing for a job like this and they were all dressed much different than I.

Somewhere dressed down right sleazy while others dressed very casual and I was the only woman there that had on a dress that went past her knees. You should have seen the Secretary; My God she dressed like what I would call a streetwalker in Toledo. She wore one of the shortest skirts that I had ever seen on a woman her age. What really stood out was her garter belt and stockings. She was as big as myself in the Bust I would guess maybe a 36 C-cup and it was very obvious to me that here two breast where not cuddled in a cup of any kind. Because I could easily see her nipples, I wait my turn and I started to think this was going to be an all day interview. In one hour he had only interview two women, more like girls. I am not butting age down, after all I was 19 once, and they women here ranged from 18 to I think about 50. Being 25 I had a feeling I stood a chance. 

I asked the Secretary where the ladies room was and she directed me to her private facility so I would not loose my place in line by going down to the public restroom. I went in and sat down, I find it a lot easer to relax if I read something, so since she had a little magazine rack I fumbled threw it and discovered they where almost all porno magazines. Now don't get me wrong Bill and I have both enjoyed some porn tapes once or twice a month and I don't think there was anything that we had not tried. Every since we knew each other our sex life has been better than perfect. We both love to do things to spark up our sex life and masturbation is one of them. Lately when Bill was getting home he has been beat so bad he would normally eat, read the paper and go to bed. Since he had to get up at 3:30 every morning, Last night we barely had time to talk. I picked up the Playgirl and looked through it and I loved that centerfold. I do love looking at a large flaccid man. I try and picture what it would look like hard. 

I flipped to the letter section and began to read them. It did not take long for me to forget why I came into the restroom because after four days and night with out sex all of a sudden I was horny as hell. I kept reading, opened my legs, and began to take steps to change that. I laid the Magazine down on the floor in front of me, I left it open so I could look at the centerfold and I imagined my mouth working that cock hard and to the point that he would throw me down, rip off my panties and fuck me for hours. I climaxed and when I opened my eyes I had my legs wide open, my dress was a mess and I had to pee.

I straighten myself out and went back out to wait with the rest of the women. I no more than sat down when the Secretary's phone rang and she motioned for me to go to her desk. I did and she said "Mr. Ballad will see you now." 

That surprised me because I was sure there where 6 women still ahead of me, but I wasn't going to argue. I went inside and his office was big but then if he owned this place why not. He asked me to sit and read my application then he began "I see you are new to the area dear, tell me how do you like Calif.?" I told him "I love the weather and the way of life but if I don't get a job soon we will have to go back to Ohio." He said "I see you have been married 3 years, and you do not have children yet, I take it that is by choice?" I said "yes, we want a stable life to raise children in." He said "I see you where a secretary before, today I am looking for a cashier and in time she will become my personnel Secretary as Jane is going to be leavening soon. Would you mind starting out at $9.50 for now and if things work out, I'll move up to take Jane's job. She is making between 12-16 an hour?' I was surprised at his request. I said "sure, of course I would." Every job I had come across was starting at minimum wage. 

He said "you'll have to take a lie detector test for us and I think if you pass it you have the job" I responded with a very questioning comeback. "Lie detector?" He said "yes, today we have a choice of drug test or Lie Detector, I feel I get better information from the polygraph, I'm sorry if that is a problem but in order to be hired I have to insist on it." I looked at him thought just a moment and said "That is fine, where and when?' Mr. Ballard said "Since the interviews are now, I have the polygraph set up down the hall. I am to have you read these questions prior to taking it so you have an idea what you will be asked." 

He handed me a paper and I sat and read it. The questions where plain and they seemed simple enough, they started out with age date of birth and such, and then they went into questions about my previous employer. Questions about theft and borrowing items from my place of work, I did not find anything objectionable until I got to the most personnel questions. Then I saw questions dealing in the area of sex. When I read the question have you been faithful to your partner in your marriage? Did you marry as a Virgin? Do you keep things from your spouse in the areas of sex out of embarrassment? I looked up and said, "Mr. Ballard, why are there such personnel questions here in the area of sex? That is a very private thing, I don't understand why any employer would want to know about my sex life and my marriage." 

He smiled sat back in his chair and said "You know every person that I hand that too reads it and always stops there and ask the exact same question. I do not make up the test, as I understand it when it comes to sex in a person's life they seem to have very strong emotions in such personnel question. I am told that is part of the measuring devise used in the Polygraph to measure a person's truthfulness. You don't have to take the test if you do not wish too; I just cannot hire you if you don't. Do you want to take it or not Pam?" 

I looked at him and said "Oh I see, well since you explained it like that I can live with it, sure where do I go." He directed me and I went into a little room with a middle-aged man, he asked me to sit down and did. After about 30 minutes I was unhooked and went back to the waiting room. All the other women were gone and it was Jane and myself. I kept going over in my mind all the yes and no questions he asked and it seemed that over half where in the area of sex. God those questions brought back all kinds of memories. At one point I almost decided to get up and go home. I told him the truth and it started to piss me off when he would ask the dame question again and again. I figured it was to make sure I was telling the truth. 

The way he asked me about my first sexual experience was slow and mind blowing. He asked it like "did you have a sexual experience prior to the age of 18, then 17 then 16. Then he asked did you first experience masturbation prior to age 18, then 17 all the way down to age 14. But when he asked me have I ever fantasized about this and that. I tell you it was then I was really not comfortable with those kinds of questions at all. I finely stopped him and told him that. He told me it was the strongest emotion in me and it was how they could tell about my truthfulness. 

I sat there and just stewed. I kept my eye on Jane, God she looked like such a slut. I mean I saw man after man come to her desk and they would kiss her, and she would leave for a moment or two then come back. I swear I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties one time as she sat back down. Finely the phone rang and she told me Mr. Ballard wanted to see me. I went inside and he sat there reading a report of some kind. He motioned for me to sit down which I did. After a few minutes of his reading he said to me. "Honey from what I see here you are exactly the girl I am looking for. I was almost sure prior to our interview and now I am sure. Tell you what just to help you and your husband out let me give you and advance loan to help you two with your house payment and I'll deduct it out of your pay over say one two or three years with out interest, what ever you want. Will $1,000.00 do it or would you need 2?"

To say that surprised me is an understatement, I almost stammered when I said "Ah sure, that would be nice. One thousand would be great. If you took out $30.00 a month how long would it take to pay you back?" He said "just under three years, but don't worry about that." He picked up the phone and said to Jane "Sweaty, cut Pam here a check for $1,000.00 and do an in-house loan with no interest for a three year period Darlin and make Pam feel at home."

I said "When would you like me to start?" He said Tomorrow come in and we'll get you started." Then he said "Pam, I don't know if you noticed or not but the women that work for me do not wear pants, or shorts or even pant suits. I like your choice of clothing, can I expect you to wear such cloths here to work?" I was surprised at his remark, however I assured him this was my normal work attire." For the next hour Jane had me filling out all kinds of papers signing here and signing there. I drove back home with a huge smile and one sore wrist. I couldn't wait to tell Bill about my adventure today. 

It took me a good month to learn all about the receipts and such and then exactly 30 days after I had started I was called up to Mr. Ballard's office and I was told to bring my cash drawer. I arrived and saw Jane smiling a rather happy smile and she buzzed Mr. Ballard. I went in and he motioned me to sit down. I did not see the smiling face I had seen the last month, instead I saw a very stern looking man sitting behind his desk. Also in the room were two other men. He said "Pam this is detective Clark and detective Gary from down town we need to ask you some questions dear. Remember today when Mr. Basset came in and paid you the $1,800.00 for his service work?" I said "yes I remember" He then said "hand Detective Clark your drawer and unlock it please." I did and he moved over to a table and began counting my drawer. 

As he started Mr. Ballard said "I have to tell you dear that I am very disappointed in you, about four days after you started working accounting noticed that you came up $100.00 short then it was two hundred then three. Almost every day, I contacted the Police and Detective Clark along with Mr. Basset a little sting with marked bills." I was shaken to the core and I could not believe what I was hearing. Then when Detective Clark said "There is $1,000.00 missing all in the marked bills." He turned to me and said "where is your purse?" I said in the bottom right drawer of my desk." He asked "is it locked?" I said "yes" he then please come with me I want to retrieve your purse." He said to his partner "inform Mr. Ballard what the next steps are and we will be right back." 

We walked to my desk and I unlocked it, I took out the purse and handed it to Detective Clark. We walked back up stairs to Mr. Ballard office I sat down and in he placed my purse in front of me on Mr. Ballad desk he opened it reached in and after fumbling around he pulled out a small roll of bills. I felt trapped. I said "That's not mine, I mean I didn't put it in there, someone is trying to frame me. My God Mr. Ballard I would never steal from you, never." I began to cry I felt so helpless. Then I heard Detective Clark say "all you need to do is sign this complaint and we'll lock her up for 15 years. With the video of her taking the money and finding them in her purse from her locked desk give us an airtight case. Sign that and we'll be out of here and you won't see this Bitch again."

I was balling now, I could not understand why, how, I me, ah, never short, I never stole any money. I didn't put that money in my purse. I heard Mr. Ballard say "can you two give me a few minutes alone with Pam here I want to talk with her before I sign any papers putting her in Prison." Clark said "sure we'll wait out side with Jane, but if I where you I wouldn't waist your time, thief's like her need to be in Prison."

They walked out and Mr. Ballard spoke softly. He said "dear, dear Pam, I trusted you, how could you, I mean if you needed the money I would have given it to you, after all I gave you that thousand dollars your first day, why did you do this?' I looked at him and said "but I didn't I don't know what is going on, I never took one penny from you, I have no idea how that money got in my purse." He looked at me and said "I am going to tell you this one time and one time only If you insist on trying to tell me that you did not do what all this evidence proves that you did I will sign that paper. If you are honest with me and admit that you did take, what is it $4,750.00 over your first month. I will see if there is a way to keep you out of jail. Not only that, but if you do admit it, I will go ahead with promoting you to take Jane's place along with doubling your hourly pay." 

I can live with a thief working for me but I won't stand for a fucking liar with evidence like this. Are you ready to go to Prison for 15 years loose your husband, your home, your future?" I sat there with my mind spinning. If I told the truth, I would be going to jail, if I admitted to stealing his money he would not press charges. I could not believe it; lie and I'm OK, lie and I go to jail. He looked at me and said "Come on Pam admit it, did you take all this money or not?" I looked at him and said softly "yes, I took the missing money." I saw him smile and then he said. OK Now just one more thing before I call the Detectives back in here. I want you to write down in your own handwriting and admit to me that you stole my money and how sorry you are. If you don't off to jail you go."

He slid a pad in front of me and said very sternly "Write." I picked up the pen and wrote down that I admit to stealing money from my cash drawer and how sorry I was, I also wrote down that I would do anything to make it up to him and his company. I also said that if he gave me a second chance I would re-pay every penny missing. I told him I was sorry and that I would do anything to make it up to me right?" I said "yes, sir, I can prove to you that I am not a thief, just trust me, I'll prove it." I knew the minute I said that it was the wrong thing to say. 

He said almost angry "What one minute you tell me you did it then you try and tell me you didn't, what the fuck is it bitch, did you or didn't you, are you trying to trick me into not pressing charges or what?" I was so confused, I couldn't think. I said "No, I mean yes, I did take it I mean I just want to make it up to you that is all." He leaned back again smiled and called Jane. When the two detectives walked back in he handed the paper I wrote and signed to Detective Clark. Clark read it and congratulated him on sealing the arrest with my written confession. I almost fainted; I could not believe he had tricked me like that. 

Mr. Ballard said to Clark. "I have a question Detective, what happens if I don't sign the complaint. I mean would this be put down as a close case or what?" I guess what he said caught Clark off guard. Clark said "Mr. Ballad if you don't sign the complaint we can't do a damn thing." Mr. Ballad then said "can you hold it as an open file or something for awhile, I want to give her a second chance I think I can work this out with Mrs. Jackson here." Clark looked at him and almost curt said "You call us in, we do a sting and you want us to fucking hold it?" Mr. Ballad said "Yes Detective, can you?" Clark said "I can keep this open for three years, after that I file it in the trash. Go ahead, I know thieves like this, she can't stop taking money, I would bet you'll call me back in less than a week, I will take all the evidence and hold it, give me a call when you change your mind."

He gathered all the paper work along with my hand written confession and they walked out. As soon as the door was closed Mr. Ballad said softly "do you know what all that means my dear?" I looked at him and said "yes, you are giving me a second chance." He smiled this huge smile and said "Oh no my dear nothing at all like that. Did you hear them; they have everything they need to lock you up for 15 years. All I have to do is pick up the phone and your fucking gone, bye-bye, no house, no husband, and no children. Just jail and prison for 15 fucking years. Do you get the picture?" I looked at him confused and he said, "come on Pam you can't be that fucking dumb, you're my bitch now, you will do anything that I tell you too and not only that, you will be doing it for three whole fucking years, and I mean a lot of fucking in those three years.

Tomorrow you will start by taking over Jane' job, and of course you will now be making $24.50 and hour." As for paying him back the missing money he would think about it. I guess I smiled too quickly because the next thing he said blew my mind. He reached in his top drawer and pulled out two hundred dollars. He said "take this and go find out where Jane buys her cloths. You will dress like she doe's, you're my Bitch now and your going to dress the part. By the way dear, no fucking panties, I want you naked and ready to fuck, you got that honey, you will always be naked under your skirts and dress's. Now lets see how good a cock sucker you are Pamela." He stood up and unzipped his pants, he said "get over here Pam, come kiss the cock you that you are going to make love too for the next three years." I sat there in shock and did not move. He reached for the phone and said "Jane darling has Detective Clark and his partner left yet? Good be a honey and stop them it looks like Pam here doesn't want to replace you after all." I almost jumped to my feet and I quickly knelt in front of him. I took him in my mouth and then I heard him say "Never mind honey, it looks like Pam has changed her mind, come in her honey I want to tell you something." I pulled back because I knew Jane was coming in. Mr. Ballad grabbed the back of my head and held me to himself. The door opened and in Jane walked. 

Mr. Ballad said "Jane honey Henry over at the Ford dealership wants you to be his personnel sectary and so does Johnson at GMC. They both want you bad and I am told you can gat maybe get 50 buck and hour, give them a call and let both of them know you will be available when you get back from Jamaica in two weeks. Now you let them both know you will only work for the highest bidder, you hold out, I know for a fact you can get exactly what you want. Hey you earned it kid, besides I think old Pam here is going to work out just fine. Call a sales meeting for 8 AM tomorrow I will introduce Pam here to the sales staff and service. Managers." I guess my mouth was too much for him because I felt his cock pulse and he came in my mouth as he stood there talking to Jane. He held me tight and Jane said to me "You better swallow it dear he gets mad as hell if anything is spilled out." I gulped down his slimy sperm and I felt sick, very sick, in fact I just wanted to die. 


Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 1



Mr. Ballad pulled out and said "not bad Pam, not bad at all, where going to get along just fine. Now sit back down and pay attention if you want to take notes you can. I'm going to lay down the rules for you. You will do them with out question or I pick up the fucking phone and off you go."

I got up off my knees and said "yes sir" he stopped and said "yes sir, yes sir, I like that, Hey Jane honey why didn't you ever say yes sir?" Jane said "I don't know, but you know if you wanted me to I would have called you that." He said "yea, yea, get your ass back to work and get ready to clue Pam in on her new job, now shut the fucking door." I quickly turned around and saw that the door had been left open and there was several people standing out side watching me as I sucked off the Boss. I wanted to die, I swear it if I had a gun I would have shot myself right then and there. 

I sat down feeling like I had no control over my life. Then I remembered Bill, My God Bill what do I tell him? Ballad sat down and started off, "OK Pam first of all here are the ground rules, first of all you tell your husband nothing. If you do he will protest and I make the call." I said "what about the cloths?" he said "that's your problem. Just make sure you come to work ready for sex, lots, and lots of sex. If what's his name wants sex at night, well that's up to you, but you tell him nothing about today or this arrangement. If you don't want him to know about your pay increase we can hide that, but as far as he knows you are nothing but my secretary, Got it?" I hung my head and said "yes Sir" 

"Good" he said "now for your job description, you will come to work ready to fuck. In every company there are company benefits and you are one of this companies benefits. When my sales staff does well, you are their benefit. If a sales manager does well, you are his benefit. Whenever we have a dissatisfied customer you will be called to calm them down. If it means sucking him off or fucking him you do it. If it is a woman you will make her happy got it?" I could not believe my ears. I looked up and with gritted teeth I said "YESSSSSS SIRRRR" 

He looked at me and said "you fucking Bitch, I give you over double your pay, I keep you out of jail and you talk like that to me, fuck you thieving bitch." He picked up the phone and said in a very nasty, loud angry voice. "Jane, call that Detective Clark and get him back here right away, this fucking Bitch thinks she is too fucking good to take over your job, I'm sending her fucking ass to Prison." He slammed down the phone, I started sobbing and cried over and over "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry, please I'll do it, I'll do anything, anything at all, I promise I will, please, I don't want to go to jail, Please, Mr. Ballad, Please." He picked up the phone and said "put that call on hold Jane, It appears that Pam may work out after all, anyway we'll see. Get Pat and Jake up here, Pam here needs a lesson in knowing just what her place is in the Company." 

He hung up the phone and looking at me he said "Dry your fucking eyes bitch, I was going to have you broken in tomorrow, but since you need a lesson so fucking bad, I'm going to get you started right now. Stand up and strip." I looked at him and I guess I looked too long because he said "Now Pam or so help me nothing you say or do will stop me from calling back Clark. You move when I say move and you do what I say do. If you give me any idea you at all that your heart is not in this you're fucking out of here. That goes a week from now also. You heard Clark I got your ass, your mouth and your cunt for three fucking years and they are mine got it?" 

I was standing by then and I was dropping my bra when he finished I said "Yes sir I got it." He said "good now I want you to walk over to the door, open it and ask Jane if you may borrow her K-Y that you will be needing some. Don't even try and hide behind the door, I want her to see you naked and if any one else is at her desk, don't worry, they will only be getting a glimpse of what tomorrow will bring. Oh Yes make sure you ask her for it just the way I told you too." I hated him; I hated him so fucking much. He was so nice when he hired me and now he is a monster. I walked over to the door; I took a deep breath and opened it. I saw Jane and Jacob (one of the Service writers) kissing and he had his hand between her legs. They did not notice me until I said "Excuse me Jane, May I borrow your K-Y from you for a few minutes, I'll be needing some." 

They broke the kiss and Jacob whistled, Jane reached in her bottom right hand drawer and then tossed me a brand new large tube of K-Y. "Keep it" she said "I have plenty more" Before I could turn to step back into Mr. Ballad's office the courtesy driver rounded the corner to get a full view of me. I stepped back and closed the door. I walked back to Mr. Ballad's desk and he said "have you ever had it up your ass before Pam?" I looked at him and said "yes" he said "good, I hate breaking in virgins. Tell me have you ever had two men at the same time?" I said "No sir I haven't." he smiled a wicked smile and said "well you won't be able to say that by the time you go home today now will you?" I was scared, frightened and I wanted to run away. I said "I guess not sir." He responded. You can go to the bank on that one baby, now while we wait for the boys to get here, use some of that jell and get your asshole ready."

I started to complain because I did not want to do anything like that in front of him, I mean touching myself and fingering my butt hole with K-Y to ready myself. My God this is all so sick. I felt clumsy as I opened the tube, and put the jell on my fingers, then reaching back behind myself and lubing my butt hole. I Bill and I had enjoyed anal sex once and awhile. I knew that I need to relax myself or it always hurt. Here I was getting myself ready for another man to have me back there. On top of that, I was doing it in front of my Boss and a third man. In addition, to top it off we where in a large office that had windows for three walls. I knew we where three flights up, but there is a small possibility that some one may see inside. The only comfort to me was that they were tinted real dark, I remember that in the daylight it is hard for anyone to look inside.

As I lubed my ass, Mr. Ballad said "That's it Pam, get that asshole ready, better get three fingers in it cuz Pat's got one huge cock, and Jake is the same size only a little thicker, more like a log." I felt so humiliated and sick with myself. Since I have been married I had never been with another man. Bill and I have both been faithful to each other. Now I was being forced to have sex with two men, two men I worked with, two men that would tell others there at work. What if Bill finds out? What if I get some sort of disease? I stood there looking like I don't know what when the door opened and Jake and Pat walked in. Pat started to close the door when Mr. Ballad said "No Pat, leave it open, I want Jane to watch her replacement get her first workout. You don't mind do you Pam?" 

I know my face said it all, I was shocked, and I was so embarrassed. He was going to degrade me in his office, and he wanted the door left open so anyone coming up to his office would be able to watch. I know my eyes must have been 10 times there size. I wanted to plead with him; I wanted to beg him not to make me do this. The one thing I did not want to do was make him mad. I mean I knew that if I did, he might pick up the phone after these two men finish raping me and still send me off to prison. I said in a very cracking voice "No, I don't mind."

Jake was the first one to me; he moved his hand and fingers right to my pussy. I was dry there; I was not prepared for this kind of attack. I quickly brought my hand from the back to my front to lubricate myself a little. I knew from experience that without some lubrication there, they would hurt me. Jake mistook my movement as a sign that I was turned on with desire, he said "what's a matter baby can't wait?" I did not answer and before I could get my hand behind me again, Pat had his fingers working my asshole. He started kissing the back of my neck as he said "My, your all nice and loose, I bet you love it up the ass don't you baby?" I did not want to give him, Jake or Mr. Ballad the satisfaction of admitting that I did enjoy anal sex. Because I did, Bill and I did it only once in awhile I guess it would average out to maybe two to three times a month. However I sure as hell was not going to give these three men any satisfaction in knowing that. I closed my eyes and pictured in my mind bill standing behind me, forgetting all about Jake working my clit and pussy. 

I put my head back and moaned. Jake said "undo my pants Pam, come see what old Jake has for you." I kept my eyes close and reached forward finding Jake's belt and I undid his pants. They fell to the floor and then I reached around in front of him to where his penis was. I found it, and when I did I almost could not believe my sense of touch. It was so long, it was so big around. I wrapped my hand around it and my whole body shuddered. I instantly flashed back to an old boy friend I had before I married Bill. When my fingers wrapped around his cock I saw Dave's cock again. God he was so good in bed, he knew how to make a woman feel like she was all woman. 

Of course the manipulations of my clit and pussy didn't help matters much by this time. Pat stopped kissing me long enough to say. "Now me baby, come feel what I got for you." With my other hand I reached behind me and I felt Pat's cock through his pants. It felt like a horse. I tingled from head to toe as I found his zipper and unzipped him. I reached inside his pants and grabbed hold of the fattest cock I had ever felt. 

We must have looked a sight as the three of us stood there in the middle of Mr. Ballad's office, me being naked holding onto and stroking two huge cocks while they where fingering both of my holes down there. Bill started to slip from my mind. Dave loomed strong bringing back pictures in my mind of him fucking me. My eyes where closed and I felt lips against mine. I responded kissing back as if I was again kissing David who was fingering me getting me ready for his fat cock. 

Over the years one of my fantasizes had been of having two men at the same time. I never actually wanted two, but it was always a nice fantasy to masturbate too. By now my body was taking over my actions. I knew that my cunt was flowing making it ready for entry. I pictured in my mind David and Bill. As I had so many times, I forgot all about Mr. Ballad, I forgot all about the open door. I forgot all about Jane. My body was loosing itself to the unwanted manipulations by Jake and Pat. I have always been a highly sexual person. However I was always a proper lady, I mean I never had sex with a date until after many months and only when I knew it was out of love. I dated and had steady boyfriends since I was 17. So by no means was I a virgin. 

I had never acted like a whore, or a slut, I always had control over my sex life. I suddenly realized that I no longer had that control. I found myself right in the middle of a situation that made me helpless to these men. In spite of my mind, in spite of what I knew what was right and wrong my body responded to they're touching. My body responded to the huge cocks in both of my hands. I tried to focus my mind on David and my husband Bill. I was fighting my mind trying not to think of Jake and Pat. I was kissing Jake trying to imagine it was first Bill then David. I could feel the pleasure from the three fingers working in and out my asshole from Pat and I fought to imagine it was at first David then my husband. 

I was loosing the battle, I stroked Jake's long cock, and I could not picture Bill or David any more. I saw and felt Jake. I realized that I was stroking Jake hard and long. I slid my hand all along his stiff shaft. I felt myself grinding my hips back and fourth taking in the fingers of first the one then the other. I could not control my breathing because of the pleasure my body began to receive. I heard Jake say "Where going to lift you up, guide my cock inside of you and lock your legs behind me. Where going to fuck you standing up." I never opened my eyes, I felt myself being lifted up, and as they brought me to Jake, I guided his cock into my hole. As they eased me down onto him I remembered that wonderful feeling of being stuffed like when David and I would fuck. I wrapped my arms around Jake and them I felt Pat moving in behind me. 

I could not guide him into me because I was holding onto Jake to keep from falling. I felt it when Pat began to enter my ass. I clichéd my eyes tight expecting a lot of pain, It did not come. I guess with me preparing myself with three fingers and with pat taking over he must have stretched me enough so there was no pain. Oh I could tell he was huge. I felt him slide in and it took my breath away. They began fucking me rotating with each other one would be inside while the other would pull out. It took only a moment or two before they had a steady rhythm. I was lost to the pleasure of my body. I heard a voice say "open your eyes Pam, look at me"

It came from my right and I looked toward the voice. It was Mr. Ballad, he had a video camera, and he was video taping me like this. Behind him was the open door, filled with Jane and I think every salesman in the company. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. Mr. Ballad said "that's it Pam smile for the camera." He put it down a moment and said "when I ask you how do you like being fucked like this you tell me that you love it." I watched him raise the camera back up at me and he said "How do you like that Pamela, how do you like being fucked in your cunt and your asshole at the same time?" I was trying to catch my breath, I did not want to say anything, and I did not want to be filmed. I was so close to an orgasm a very strong, hard, and desired orgasm. I could feel it building and building. He asked again, "Tell me Pam, how do you like being double fucked?" I could not hold back I began to climax I think I shouted it when I said "I love it, god forgive me I love it." 

Mr. Ballad could not leave it alone he kept at me. Do you want them to stop fucking you Pamela? I can have them stop if you want, come on boys I think she has had enough." He kept filming me and I was there, I was coming. I shouted, "No, OH GOD NO, DON'T STOP, FUCK ME, FUCK ME PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" I was heaving my hips back and fourth meeting each cock as it entered me. I don't know how they managed to stand there holding me like that. Jake began kissing me and I felt him ejaculate into me. I felt his cock expanding and pulsing as he emptied his sack into me deeper than I have had in many years. Almost at the same time Pat began to ejaculate when they did they both shoved forward at the same time holding themselves deep inside of me. I was lost in total bliss as my own body erupted with them. I don't' know how long we stood there like that just holding on to each other, I realized that as they held themselves tight against me that I was grinding my hips back and fourth sort of milking them for every drop. 

Pat was the first to pull away and soon after that I felt myself being lifted off of Jake. Cum was dripping from both of my holes, as soon as my feet hit the floor; I felt hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. Jake brought his dripping cock to my mouth and I knew what he wanted. I began to gently suck him and clean him at the same time. I felt hands pulling my hips up and then I heard Jane's voice say, "Pam, look at me dear" I looked over at her and she was holding the camera. Mr. Ballad was kneeling behind me and he said "If you ask me nice I'll fuck you, but you have to ask me nice."

I was caught between this sick perverted desire that they woke up in me and my good moral sense. He wanted me to beg him to fuck me. Part of me wanted him too. I was still quite high from my sick climax. The other part of me knew I better do what he asks because I really had no other choice. I took my mouth off of Jakes cock long enough to say "Please fuck me, I need more cock, please fuck me Mr. Ballad" I went back to work on jakes cock that was going very limp. I heard Mr. Ballad behind me ask "which hole Pam, where do you want me to fuck you honey?" 

This was the most perverted thing I had ever experienced in my life. I don't know what happen to me, I became lost to this perversion. I knew I was being watched, I knew I was being filmed. And all of a sudden I let go of Jake's cock looked behind me and said, "In my ass, fuck me in my ass please." I felt him enter me and Jake walked away. Pat walked up to me and I knew he wanted me to do to him what I did to Jake. The fact that he just pulled his cock out of my asshole did not register in my mind. I took him in my mouth and began sucking him. I felt Mr. Ballad ejaculated in my asshole and when he did it sent another climax racing through my body. 

It wasn't moments later that Mr. Ballad barked out "close the door Jane the show is over." He pulled out of me and Pat stepped back. I was left there kneeling and when Pat pulled away I fell to my hands. Before I could move Mr. Ballad said, "Stay just like that, yea, get a shot of that Jake, get a close up of that asshole flexing like that, look at all that cum oozing out of her, God you boys where full today, Fuck look at that, it's pouring out of her." 

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Well this is the end of Part 1, I don't know how long this story is going to be, I trust you enjoyed it, write me and let me know what you think, check out my Bio. And look up the other stories I have written here and the ones in the "Extreme" section. 

Love Linda 



Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 2



Note from the Author Linda Jean; Please take a minute to read this before you read my story; first I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read what I have to say. I write my stories as if I am writing my best friend and trying to relay to them exactly what I went through. While I know a lot of people like this type of writing, I am aware from the negative e-mails that there are some who do not. I get very upset when I get an e-mail from some person who tells me that my grammar is very bad and I should have my stories "proof read" prior to being posted. They of course never give a return e-mail so that is why I am putting this at the beginning of my story. To this person/s I say this. If you feel my grammar is that bad, DO NOT bother reading what I have to say. Trust me I did not write it with YOU in mind. I am not a professional and I defiantly am not an English Major (or Minor for that matter) so as a person from England might say PISS OFF. There I said it and I feel better. For those that read my dirty mind for the enjoyment and sexual stimulation here is more for you to dwell on and enjoy. Linda Jean

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After what seemed like forever he finely said "Ok Pam, get up and put your dress back on." I reached for my bra and panties, when I did he said "Did I say put your bra and panties on Pamela? I said your dress; you can just leave your panties and bra here. You won't be needing them anymore my dear." I could not believe my ears, now he was telling me what I can and cannot wear. My head was spinning with all of this, one thing then another, He was so nice and now. Then it hit me about what had just transpired and how I had lost all control and how I gave in so easily to my own sexual pleasure, I remembered the video camera and began to cry. 

I guess Mr. Ballad knew what was going on because He handed me a box of tissue and said "here, use this." I sobbed and sobbed, I guess Mr. Ballard wanted me to get it all out of my system. After a very long time of nothing going on but my crying he said as I was now sniffling "All done now Mrs. Jackson?" the way he said it was like he was reminding me that I was married and I had just had sex with two men and liked it. He then said "Now don't you fret none Pamela, what happen here stays here, you keep your mouth shut and do what your told, when your told and everything will work out just fine for you and for me. You will be taking home over $1,000.00 a week not counting overtime at time and a half. You get to come into work five days a week from 8 to 5 and do nothing but enjoy yourself having sex once every hour. 

Now I know for a fact you can't find any secretary anywhere in this area that makes $25.00 an hour to do no work at all. You and Billy boy can live pretty high off the hog with what I'm giving you." I looked at him and asked, "Why did you video tape me?" Mr. Ballad laughed and said "because I wanted too dear, anything I want to do, I do and anything I want, I get. Call it insurance, call it anything you like, just get use to it honey I like to keep memories of these wonderful times just like what happen here today for my pleasure. You're just going to have to deal with it dear and get use to being filmed. What is so great about that videotape is, it shows that you where a very willing partner to our little sex party. That way you can't go saying that you where drugged, or forced into anything that happen here today. I mean when anyone looks at that tape and watch how you begging for sex like you where, well I think you get the picture. 

That way if you decide to go telling your husband or anyone else about this, well I just pop this tape into the machine and show them that you not only where a willing partner, but that you begged for it." Again tears rose in my eyes and I began to cry, he had me and there was nothing that I could see to do. I could think of anything at all to get out of this nightmare this sick man brought me into. Mr. Ballad said after all my tears were gone again "calm down Pam, lets get back to where we where before I called the boys up here. Now lets see where was I, Oh yes I remember. I was telling you just what I expected from you wasn't I dear?" I looked at him and said softly in a very shaky voice "yes."

"Well" he started again, "To be very blunt dear, you are going to be my companies new sex toy for the next three years. Let there be no misunderstanding, you are working here for one reason and one reason only it is to fuck my employees. Also my sweet, you are here for my own pleasure. You are my reward to my top sales person, I have found that money alone isn't enough to get them to work hard, offer them a desirable willing sex toy and they are selling like crazy, even the two Bitches down there fight to spend time with Jane and now you. Now I will have Jane explain this all in more detail for you tomorrow. Here take this two hundred and go by the right work cloths. I want you skirts and dress's so fucking short that when ever you sit down, I can see your pussy, when you walk I want to be able to see the cheeks of your ass, speaking of which, shave that cunt of yours." If Billy boy objects too fucking bad just give him a good fuck like you did the boys here and he'll get over it. I want that cunt of yours smooth as a baby's ass. You got that honey?" 

I looked up at him and said "yes sir, my husband has wanted me to shave myself for a long time, so that won't be a problem." I said that and he quickly sat up and said very sharp "I don't give a shit if it is a problem or not I say fuckin do it and you damn well better do it. If you're fucking husband likes great, if doesn't like it I could give a shit. Fuckin do as I say of your pretty little ass is going to fuckin jail. If you have to fucking lie to him, you Damn well better lie to him. There are going to be times that you will be working late and on weekends. By that I mean there are going to be days that you are going to be fucking till midnight. When ever I have a special weekend sale, every salesperson that makes a sale that weekend gets 30 minutes with you after the deal is signed, so on those weekends you will get bad sores so to speak. Of course you will always be on the clock so you will get time and a half for weekends and anything after 5 PM. Now I don't give a shit what excuse you tell your husband, but you will be where ever I want you, doing what ever I want you doing. You got that Pamela?"

I sat there shaking in fear, how could this man be so mean, how could he do this to Bill and me. He is ruining my life. I meekly answered him and said "Yes I understand Sir." He softened and said "look Pam this isn't all that bad, you can ask Jane, she started just like you are. She is married and she worked it out. By the way for the last three years I don't think she has ever taken home a check less than $5,000.00 and there have been many months when I have signed checks for her over Nine Grand, so you are not being used and abused. How you work out your home life is between you and your husband, everything is going to work out for you.

Now get out of here and go get some decent cloths for my companies new sex slut. I got up and walked to the door and he said, "Oh by the way Pamela one last thing, I love the smell of sex. I get a fucking hard on knowing that you are sitting in your chair or walking with cum dripping and oozing out of your cunt and ass. Therefore, while you are here at work, you are not allowed to clean yourself after you have sex with anyone. Now before you think you can go hide in the bathroom, out of site, think again. I have over 500 tiny camera's 5 in your toilet, 10 in the ladies rest room. I have others in every office in this building, and in the service building. I will be watching you every time you suck a cock, eat pussy or get fucked and of course every time you play with your self like you love to do in the restroom. Every time you take a piss or dump you are being watched just like you where the day you masturbated in the toilet and I hired you. And just like last week when you did it in the down stairs ladies room, now get the fuck out." 

I opened the door and stepped out There where 4 men and Jane waiting for me. I know my face turned bright red as they began to clap and give me praise for my performance. After a few minute Jane ran them all off telling them "starting tomorrow Pam is the new sperm bank around here now leave us alone." She said that and a chill ran through my body, again I wanted to cry. I guess she sensed it and said "Oh it isn't all that bad, you won't ever find a better job, and you won't make the kind of money anywhere you will make here." I looked at her and said "disease, what about Aids, herpes, Gonorrhea?" Jane said "I go to a doctor every Friday for test, she gives me shots to help me from catching anything as well as birth control. I have never had a problem and the girl before me didn't. Just make sure you are faithful every week and see the doctor." 

I said "he wants me to buy cloths like you are wearing, where do I go to buy them?" Jane said "I went down to the Salvation Army I bought the shortest skirts and dress's I could find, I took them home and shortened them. Can you sew?" I told her I could, and then I asked her, "is it true what Mr. Ballad said, I mean can he really see us anywhere? I mean can he really see in to the ladies room?" Jane said "Yes, that is why you got hired, you where the fifth woman to use the toilet and when he saw what you did he told me to send you in and send all the others home. I can only assume that you touched yourself in there because that is one of his favorite things to watch, did you?" I bowed my head and said "yes, I started reading your playboy and one thing led to another, fuck why can't I control myself, I never dreamed someone would spy on me in a restroom." Jane said "honey I can guarantee you that no matter where you are sitting, what ever room you step into, Mr. Ballad will have a camera on you, and you better make sure he never see you wiping yourself after you do it. God he gets sooooo fucking pissed, he fined me over 4 thousand dollars my first three months. He's got this thing I'll let you discover yourself, I think it is kind of kinky but to each his or her own so to speak."

I just looked at her sitting at her desk when she pointed down between her legs under her desk. She mouthed "Camera" then she said "you will get a greater response if you sit like this allowing a clear view especially after a bout so to speak." I looked and it hit me what she was pointing out to me. I shook my head and said I better get going, I have no idea what I am going to tell my husband." Jane said "Honey I don't know about your husband, but when I told my husband about my pay raise he was so happy, everything else was easy. I told him part of my duties as Mr. Ballad's Secretary was to take notes at all of his meetings and dinners. I told him the first day to expect me to work over time 3-5 times a week and on special sale weekends making time and a half. Since Mr. Ballad is so wealthy and this is such a respectable place to work, Hank never questioned me.

I don't know about you and yours, all I know is if you keep Mr. Ballad happy and play this sick little game, you are going to be a very well off woman. I would also suggest that you don't call his bluff about the police. About 8 months ago there was a girl, her name was Mary, she lasted three weeks and decided to call his bluff, she got 18 years in State Prison. He can be very cruel and very generous. It took me awhile to figure it all out, once I chose to play along it has been like a gravy train and I fun one at that. Funny though, when Mary took my job he kept me around, I guess he had a feeling about her from the start. With you I guess he feels good enough to let me go. Just don't blow it Pam, your much to nice a person to end up in Prison over this fucking man."

I heard enough and said "I better get going, I have to shop and sew tonight." I walked down stairs and I saw every man in the place watching me, I always parked in the employee's parking lot and to get there I had to walk through the display-room. My face had to be seven shade of red as I walked out. There are two women sales people and except for them everyone else in the whole company was male. I swear every male with the exception of the Mechanics working watched me walk out to my car. I felt so sick with myself. I should have controlled myself better when they where screwing me. I could have just taken it and made it appear like I was nothing but a limp rag. I wonder if I had if Mr. Ballad would have kept me around. Maybe he would have decided I would not be worth keeping around. Well it was to late and I had already shown them that I have little control over my body.

I drove to the store and spent enough time to purchase 4 skirts, 4 tops, and 3 dresses. I was surprised that I ended up taking home $80.00 in change. I got home about 3:30 and I picked the full pleated navy blue skirt, I put it on and pinned it up as short as I could dare. I used that as my measurement and in less than an hour I had all the skirts and dress's all hemmed up. I had forgotten all about the garter belt and stockings so after I put everything away I ran down to Target, and picked up three garters and 7 pairs of hose. I got home only 20 minutes before Bill.

I had no idea what I was going to tell him. First of all I knew he was tired after all he left at 3:30 this morning and it was just after 6 when he walked in the door. I kissed him and said with an excited voice and smile. "I got a raise and a promotion today, I'm going to be making $25.00 an hour with time and a half for over time." I tried to be excited as I knew I about fell over when Bill said "Jesus Pam who did you have to fuck to get that job, your supervisor or your Boss?" I looked at him shaking and full of fear I smiled and said "the Boss silly, my supervisor is his secretary it wouldn't do me any good to try and fuck her."

He smiled and said "yea, sure you did baby, sure you did." We kissed and he went on to the bedroom to take his shower. On the way home and I grabbed some KFC. We ate and by 7:30 Bill was in bed sawing logs. I ended up sitting in the living room in the dark going over the whole day at work. As I sat there I tried to recall the last time Bill and I made love. Was it 4 days ago? A week? Two weeks? God how long had it been? Sundays his only day off when we get back from church, he sits down watches his football or races and falls asleep. Damn it was over three weeks ago last Sunday that's when it was, no wonder I masturbated so easily that day of the interview. Then I remembered all those times in the ladies room that I did it while at work, fuck, shit, that fucking asshole, he has been watching me every time I hate that fucking sleaze-ball.

About 9:30 I took my bath and shaved off my pubic hair that I had fought Bill for over 3 years about shaving. I just did not want to go to my OBGYN and try to explain why I shaved myself. Oh well, I would rather do that then go to Prison and I Know that is my only choice right now.

I fell into bed and was asleep by 10:30; I never woke when Bill left for work. I got up at 6:30, grabbed some coffee, and after sitting at the kitchen table in a trance wondering how I was going to manage this. I mean first of all doing what Mr. Ballard wanted me to do and then, how was I going to keep Bill from finding out. I know Bill, he has one hell of a dirty mind but this, this is way beyond even him. I just know this would drive him crazy and he would most likely kill my Boss. I finely got up and went to take a quick shower; I ran a razor over my mound again to make sure there was no stubble then I got dressed. I put on the garter and hose; I felt I had to wear a bra so I put on my tiny push up bra that Bill loves. It pushes me up and holds me while not covering my nipples. I did not want to walk around like a cow with my tits hanging. 

When I put on my white blouse I could clearly see my pink nipples. I stepped into my blue skirt and it was short all right. I could not believe that I would ever wear anything this short in my life. I decided to see if one of the other ones might be a little longer. I grabbed all the other skirts and they where all just as short. My garter clearly shown a good 3-4 inches of the straps holding up my black fishnet stockings, which were sticking out from under the tiny patch of cloth I was trying to pass off as a skirt. I looked like a filthy streetwalker. I looked in the mirror I swear I could almost see between my legs as I stood there. 

I stood there and said "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck." I started to cry I had already cut the material so I could not drop the hem. I finely looked at myself in the mirror and said "He wanted see you with a very short skirt, it's fucking short alright, but at least your not in jail, you where stupid enough to get caught up in this mess, take your medicine and shut the fuck up." I looked at my hair hanging down and I decided to put it in two ponytails. I looked at myself and I did not recognize the woman staring back at me from the mirror. I looked like a teenager dressed as a streetwalker.

I grabbed my purse and went to the car. I was thankful we park our cars in the garage so none of my neighbors would see me like this. I drove to the lot and I parked in a place I hoped no one would notice. I looked down at myself and I could almost see my shaved vagina peeking out from under my pleated skirt laying down trying to cover what it could of it. I knew that if I had cut it one more inch I would be showing myself clearly to any one seeing me sitting down.

I sat there for the longest time; I finely took a deep breath and got out of my car. I looked up as I was getting out of the car and saw 6 or 7 men watching me. I felt myself turn red and I tried not to look at any of them as I walked into the showroom. Everyman there made catcalls and comments. One man said "You boys don't stand a chance I'm making salesman of the day and she's all mine." I walked as fast as I could up the stairs and as I went up all the men stood at the bottom telling me how lovely my naked ass looked and how smooth my pussy was I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

I reached the top of the stairs and Jane was there waiting for me. Today she was dressed very concretive. She was wearing a very lovely pink summer dress that came down past her knees. She said "Well I see you found the place, don't worry about those guys down stairs, you'll learn to love them. I took care of the 8 am appointment, so they are all yours starting with the 9 am parts man." I looked at her and said "8, 9, what do you mean?" Jane said "Mr. Ballard will explain it all to you after he introduces you this morning. I am to show you a few things while they are all in there. 

Lets start here," she showed me a little red button just under the desk to the right of my right knee. She said. "When Ballard starts his interview later this week looking for your replacement down stairs, when ever one of the applicants ask to use the restroom, you let her in yours and push the buzzer. Ballard will then turn on those cameras and watch to see if they are what he is looking for, if you know what I mean." Then she pulled open her bottom right hand drawer. "Here" she said "is Mr. Ballard little toy collection he wants us I mean you to have and use. When Teresa or Connie win sales person of the day, you'll have to use one of these, or I should say they will use one. It all depends on their mood, after all it is their choice." I looked in the drawer and it had all kinds of rubber dicks. I saw small ones, fat ones, long ones; I saw what looked like three different size and types of strap-on's. Jane opened the left hand drawer and in it was a large selection of plastic vibrators of all different shapes and sizes.




Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 2



She then showed me the drawer above it, it was full of dirty pocket books, and then another drawer had a bunch of dirty magazines. Jane said "Pam, when you are sitting here at the desk and you are alone you have to be doing something. Mr. Ballard wants me, I mean you to be reading something. Now he doesn't care what it is that you read, just as long as it is a dirty book or magazine like these. When I took over this desk 3 years ago, I was shown and told the same things that I am telling you. Over the years I have thrown away more of these books and magazines than I can count. When you get tired of reading the same thing over and over, just lets Carl know and he will bring you in a bunch of new ones. 

I will be honest with you for the first two maybe three months I would just sit here with something in my hands making it look like I was reading something. I am not sure if Ballard knew it or not, but after awhile they sort of grew on me." I whispered in her ear, I read books like that before, I find them pretty boring and stupid." Jane whispered back to me, "yea me too, but we I mean you have to do what he wants, hell just pretend, trust me that alone will make him happy."

Then she said "here is the key to the restroom, remembered it is wired for sound and pictures, you have no privacy anywhere around here and I mean anywhere." I asked "How do the men handle all this, I mean do they mind being seen?" Jane said "If you ask me, I don't think any of them know. One of the "Get ready" men said something real bad about Ballard and I realized then that he had no idea Ballard was watching, he was fired the next day.

Now follow me." We walked down the short hallway and Jane opened the only door at the end of the hall. She said "Now this is called the employees lounge. I looked around and all that was in the room was a flat cloth covered day couch. It did not have any arms or back for that matter. It had two large long cushions along the back against the wall. "You have three choices for locations for your appointments. You can do them in here, in the restroom or at your desk, where you do them is your choice, what you do with them is their choice. The one thing about using this room is, it has no locks. If you are in here screwing an appointment you can easily be walked in on. When that happens you will be doing more than one person. Now if you use the restroom you are not allowed to lock the door, which means again someone may and trust me they do, walk in on you. The only place out of bounds so to speak is your desk. If you do them at your desk, no one is allowed to join in the fun or they get fired. 

So if your appointment wants you in here or the restroom, you can be sure one or two more are waiting for you to close the door. If I where you, I would do them all at your desk for the first month or two. If I understand woman at all, you will want the privacy of this place but it isn't private at all, try and remember that, you walk in here with one you may have to fuck 10 to get out and back at your desk in time for your next appointment.

My first two months I was always being walked in on in here. If I know my boys here, you can expect the same thing for a while that is why I suggest your desk. After awhile they will tire of it and you'll be left alone to just handle your appointments. If the Service manager sends a customer up to calm him or her down, we have a special room for that. That room is the VIP room, the door is right in front of my, I mean your desk. It has an automatic lock which allows you or the customer to leave but no one can walk in on you. I'll show you where the buzzer is to allow entry into it. "

I said "I have never been with another woman, I don't think I can do that." Jane said as we walked back to her, I mean my office to show me the VIP room. "I'll tell you one thing, the hardest part about all this is the older women, I swear some times I think they deliberately come in and raise hell with Chuck so they can come up here and be pacified by me." We walked back to my new desk and she showed me the VIP room door and where the buzzer was for it. She buzzed it and told me to open the door. I did and we went inside. Once inside she continued. "The key is to make them happy at any cost. If it means getting down on your knees and licking some old bag to a climax that is exactly what you have to do. If it is some old goat, you make sure you get him off anyway you can. If it is a woman, well you just do what you have too. Some women will want you to go down on them and others will want to get on their knees and go down on you so when that happens just go with it and let them have their fun." 

I said "I don't know if I can or not, I mean with another woman I mean." She looked at me and said, "Pam, you better get over that and real fast or Ballard will get rid of you so fast, you and your husband won't know what hit you." I said "Oh I can deal with the sex, I just don't know how to do it, I mean what if the woman is not gay or lesbian?" Jane said "Oh, I understand what you mean, Well the way I do it is I invite them to come in and sit down in that chair; I sit across from them and simply open my legs. Since I am always leaking down there with sperm, needless to say I always look very moist, turned on and ready for sex. I watch them like a hawk and when I see them looking at me, I apologize for being so unladylike and I tell them That it is seldom I get to be in a position to relax, I tell them that I am always in a high state of arousal. I tell her if I sit with my legs closed just doing that can and most of the time will stimulate me to a climax. I always start it off that way so far not one woman has not shown any interest in trying a little one on one. 

I think we all have this little curiosity about being with another woman in us, tell me have you ever fantasized or thought about it Pam?" I said "well I have thought about it a few times, but I never, well knew anyone that I ah could, you know." Jane said, "here let me show you how I get started, it will give you and idea of what to do that is if you would like me to. I don't want you to think that I am coming on to you or something; they say hands on teaching always works best. However I have to tell you I wouldn't mind a little one on one right now, and you are one very hot looking woman dressed the way you are. Tell you what you be the customer and I'll do to you what I did yesterday with Mrs. Cason. You come sit over here, ok, now I'll sit over here and pull my dress up a little."

When Jane did that she opened her legs and exposed herself, she was naked underneath her dress. My eyes went right between her legs she said, "That is exactly what Mrs. Cason did when I saw her eyes looking at me I said, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be showing myself like that. I have a little problem and this is the only place I can sit and relax with my legs open, I hope you don't mind?" She said "problem?" I told her "I have this condition that I am always in a constant state of arousal, I think it is my Birth control pills. When ever I sit with my legs closed my legs rub myself and my clit is so sensitive I end up so horny that I have to masturbating sometimes twice a day or I would go crazy with lust." She just like you never took her eyes off of me, she listened as I opened my legs a little more giving her even more to look at, just like this.

Now yesterday I had several loads of sperm in me when she was sent up here and of course it was oozing out. I was very slick and very wet, I then asked her if she ever got turned on like that or was it just me being over sexed?" She could hardly speak but she managed to say that she didn't know. "Have you ever been this turned on Pam? Or do you think I'm just over sexed?" I said "I don't think so." Jane said "funny that is exactly what Mrs. Cason said yesterday. May I offer you a glass of champagne Mrs. Jackson?" Jane stood up not waiting for an answer she went to the little fridge and bent over at the waist, she kept her knees straight. Funny even as long as her dress was, I could almost see the cheeks of her ass. I knew the way she was dressed yesterday and if she did the same thing, she would have been offering Mrs. Cason a perfect full view of herself.

She stood up, opened the small bottle, and bent over again to grab a cold glass from the fridge than she poured me a cold glass of champagne. When she handed it to me I gulped it down like a person dying for something to drink. Jane laughed and said "Mrs. Cason did the same thing." My mind was wandering trying to picture Jane bent over dressed as I was today. It hit me that she had spoken and I said "Ah, I'm sorry what did you say?" Jane laughed again and said "Jesus Pam where you watching yesterday?" I must have turned beet red I said "No of course not, I didn't know, I mean."

She cut me off and said "Lighten up kiddo, I'm just kidding you, but I think you get the picture don't you dear?" I said "yes, I do, what happen next?' Jane said "here let me get you another glass of champagne." I handed her my glass and she went through he same process again. This time I began sipping it. She then said "My Mrs. Jackson, you look so tense, I bet this thing with Service has you all in knots, Mr. Ballard will be awhile. I am a amateur masseuses let me see if I can help you out with all that tension in that neck of yours." Jane did not wait for me to respond, she moved behind my chair and began rubbing my shoulders. 

Her hands where marvelous I was tense all right, I did not want to be here, yet I was being forced to. I did not want to have sex with any man other than my husband yet I was being forced too. I was tense alright Jane said "close your eyes and relax Mrs. Jackson, let me make you feel better." She worked and worked my shoulders and she gently shoved me forward to work down my back. Leaning forward like I was I felt her breath at the back of my neck. She was gently blowing on my neck. I felt a chill run through my body. 

After awhile I felt her lips against the back of my neck, She began to gently kiss me, with each kiss I felt warm, and I noticed her hands begin rubbing not only my back, but also along my sides and slowly working forward to the edge of my breast. She stopped and said, "Why don't you lay down over on the couch Mrs. Jackson, I will be able to work your back better." I got up and moved to the couch, I laid on my tummy and she again began to work my back, slowly she moved down to my ass and once there she began to kneed it as if it where bread. Since I was bare there because of my tiny skirt she had the freedom to work down my left leg. Slowly she moved down and down. I felt her slip off my shoe and she worked on my foot even with my stockings on it felt like Heaven.

After a very long time she moved to my other foot and began working it. As she did, I felt her opening up my legs some more. She began her slow snail pace crawl up my leg, rubbing and kneading. The closer she moved up my leg the more turned on I got. I then felt her warm breath on my leg moving up with her hands. I kept waiting for her to move up to my crotch. When she reached the cheeks of my ass, I felt her breath right down in my crotch. As she raised her hands up to the small of my back I felt her mouth gently touching my now very wet slit. 

I heard her moan and I did the same. I felt her tong work it's magic in my slit and slowly she moved down to my clit. Needles to say as she moved down, I had to open my legs more to allow her access. I was so turned on. I had always wondered what it would be like to have another woman lick me down there. I knew it would be different than a man and I was correct. Bill loves to eat me almost as much as I love sucking him. However, Jane was so gentle, so slow, giving not taking. It did not take long before I was lost to a wonderful climax. Once I came she stopped. I was laying there trying to compose myself and come back down to earth. Jan eon the other hand almost jumped up and said "There, now that's the way I do it. However almost always I end up doing a lot more. 

It just depends on the woman, I slowly sat up and then I said "maybe I should try it one time with you, do you think we have time?" Jane looked at me and said "Ok, Call me Mrs. Cook, be polite and make me climax." I did everything exactly the same way she did. I got behind her and began rubbing her neck and then down her back. I wanted to reach around and touch her breast. I had never touched another woman like that and I wanted too. I finely got to the point where I suggested that she move to the couch. She did and I began working down her back, down her legs and after taking off her flats. I worked on her feet. I not only massaged them, I kissed them, and sucked on her toes since she did not have any socks or stockings on, nothing hindered me.

I looked at her from my angle, she was wet, and her vulva was swollen. She was excited and she was open. I moved back up her legs as she had mine, the closer I got to her woman hood, the hotter I became. She was grinding herself against the cushion. As I got closer I could smell her, she had this wonderful aroma to her. It was almost like a light fish smell however not a strong. I brought my lips to her wet opening and as I did her whole body shook. She moaned and pushed back against my face and mouth. My head was spinning my breathing was short and fast. I closed my own legs as I laid behind her licking and gently sucking on her clit. I began moving my own hips and with in a few minutes I climaxed eating her. 

Since Jane had stopped moaning and moving, I felt she had finished. I backed off of her and she sat up. She turned to me and asked "Did you come eating me Pam?" I said "Yes I came when you did." Jane smiled and said "I'm sorry honey, I didn't come yet. I did that for you, I need a lot more than just a pretty mouth." She looked at her watch and said if we had the time I would show you but we don't; the meeting will be over soon. I was stunned, I just knew that she had climaxed. She faked it with me and I bought it. I had faked it once or twice; I just could not believe it. As we both stood up she said "What normally happens is, when they are finished they want to leave right away because they are embarrassed, they forget about talking to Ballard. Once in awhile they still want to complain, but then if it goes that far, he does to them what he did to you and myself, he blackmails them with a video of them in with me, or you from now on. We better get back to your desk, I think the meeting should be getting over soon"

We walked out and I sat at my desk, when I did I looked down and saw that my pussy was barley covered. I saw Jane looking down at me also. She said, "Pam you should open your legs a little more and lift the front of your skirt up a little. Make sure he has a clear shot at you." I gave her a funny look like asking her what on earth did she mean. The she mouthed again as she pointed "Camera" I guess I was slow today because even though she told me earlier for some reason I didn't get it. Now I did. He had a camera under my desk and I guess he got some sort of thrill looking at my pussy as I sat there. I opened my legs a little and Jane said "Yea, that's enough, and make sure you don't scoot too close to the desk because if you do, you block the light. He'll come out of his office telling you to push your chair back, remember keep him happy and you'll do fine, piss him off and he'll make your life miserable."

Mr. Ballard's office door was still closed when we walked out of the VIP room. We could hear him talking about sales and other company stuff. Jane sat in the chair next to the desk and I looked at her almost not believing myself that I had just had sex with another woman. I asked her "what about my monthly visitor? Will they leave me alone during that time?" Jane said "Ballard won't touch you when your on your Period. However you still have to do your appointments. As long as you have a tampon in and the string is showing, they'll either have you blow them or they'll do you in your Butt."

The phone rang, I picked it up and said "Mr. Ballard's Office, may I help you" The voice on the other end said "you sure can doll face, get your sweet hot ass in here, that is if you can tear yourself away from Jane." I hung up the phone I think I turned red again because I realized that he must have been watching us. With very nerves hands opened the door and walked in. I felt like I am sure the slaves felt like when they were taken up onto the auction block. The room was full of all the department heads. I knew all of them, however they had never seen me dressed like I was today.

As I walked in Mr. Ballard said "Gentlemen, if you have not heard by now, Pamela here is taking over Jane's position and duties. If you check with Jake or Pat they will tell you just how hot Pam here is." Frank (he runs the paint and body shop) asked "will the schedule stay the same?" Ballard said "Of course you dept still has from 10 to 11, now tell the boys not to wear her out the first day or two, she'll be around here a good three years and maybe longer if she wants."

Looking at me Ballard asked "Did Jane explain to you the dept schedule yet honey?" I was so embarrassed my face felt hot and I am sure it was beet red. I said softly "no sir she didn't cover that yet." Ballard said "well Pam, if I remember right from 8 to 9 is Service writer's," Buster interrupted him and said "Bill, my Dept has her from 8 to 9." Ballard said "Oh yea, I forgot I changed that didn't I, Ok, then from 8 to 9 is the get ready Dept. how has from 9 to 10?" Casey said "that's us Boss, Parts dept." Ballard said OK 10 to 11 it Paint and Body, who is from 11 to 12?" Kenny said "that's us boss, the Service writer."

Ballard said "Ok, and from 12 to 1 is the Employee of the month who is it this month anyway?" Buster said "that's my man Bill, it is Joe Kimble this month." Ballard said "Great and isn't sales 1 to 2 Pete?' Peter said "sure is Bill and the boys can't wait." Ballard said "for the next four days I want you to give her to the highest gross salesperson for the day, who made the highest gross yesterday?" Pete replied "It was Jackson. He had a slam-dunk with 6 in it." Ballard smiled a great big smile and said "That's the kind of gross I like, tell Jackson well done and let him know Pam here is anxious to reward him aren't you Darlin?" 

I felt like I was shaking from head to toe so bad that everyone would notice, I managed to say softly "yes sir I am." Ballard said "good, good, just what I wanted to hear. Now isn't Lease dept from 2 to 3?" Jack spoke up and said "it sure is and I'll be up here right at 2." Everyone laughed except myself, I wanted to crawl into a corner and just die. Ballard said "then 3 to 4 is Used cars, and 4 to 5 is Service right?" and three or four voices all said "right" He looked at me and said, "Ok Pam, I want you to start over here with Jack and give him a nice hot kiss. Let him know just how anxious you are to be with him today at 2. Then go all the way around the room letting the rest of the boys know the same thing. Now you boys don't start anything right now, this is her induction kiss, so don't make it more than that right now."

I turned and moved over to Jack; my stomach was turning flip-flops as I walked up to him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a very hot, very wet, and tender long kiss; he began to french me as he moved his hands down to my ass. I felt him reach under the back of my skirt and raise it up and he worked my ass cheeks. The rest of the men egged him on and then began to tell him to let me go, that they wanted a feel." Jack ignored them and kept kissing me. 

Now I have always been an excellent kisser, and even though I did not want to do this, I pictured in my mind I was kissing my husband. That way it would appear that I would cooperate and let him and the others think that I was into it. I felt Jack being jerked away from me and the Pete was all over me, I felt hands all over me as he French-kissed. Then it was Casey then Frank and the rest of them. By the fourth man I felt myself fighting to try and keep my husband on my mind. 




Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 2



They all kissed different and with all the hands on my breast and touching me between my legs I felt myself being caught up in the moment. My mind was screaming "NO, NO, YOU CAN'T ENJOY THIS, THINK OF BILL, THINK OF BILL" after a few minutes of fighting myself my mind stopped shouting at me and I began to focus on the man I was kissing and the felling growing between my legs. By the time I kissed the last man I was so turned on I felt flush. I opened my eyes and Ballard and I where there alone as Kirk walked out the office. 

Feel free to write me. I love hearing from you. Linda 



Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 3



If you find anything wrong with the Grammer or anything else, don't be afraid to let me know, I trust this Chapter will please even the "nit" pickers

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Ballard said "Looked to me that you liked that, honey. Do you know how hard it was for me to sit here conducting a meeting, while watching you on my computer screen with Jane? Get over here and bend over the desk, doll, daddy's got something for you." God I hate this man! I moved over to the front of his desk and bent over. As I did, I heard him unzip his pants and as my face hit his desk, I felt him shoving his dick inside of me. He must have really been turned on, because it didn't take him but a few strokes before he shot his sperm inside of me. He pulled out and said as he was zipping up his pants "it's almost 9, I have a feeling you are going to be one very busy girl today. You just remember the rules and if you follow them, you and I will get along just fine. Send Jane in here, will you doll?" 

I was still bent over his desk as he spoke; I straightened up and I could feel his sperm running down the inside of my inner legs. I pushed what little skirt I had down and walked out.

As I walked, I was sick with myself for getting turned on by all those creeps that I thought were great co-workers and my friends just two days ago. I was so sick and disgusted that I wanted to go throw-up. As I opened the door to Mr. Ballard's office, I saw a man I had seen around here once in a while, I think sitting in the chair next to my desk. He was wearing a clean dark blue parts shirt. I realized that he was the man sent up for me to screw between 9 and 10. He was black and between 40 and 50 years old.

I had heard his name was Bill and I knew that he worked in the Parts department. 

As I walked behind my desk, he said "Hi Baby, I'm here for my reward. You ready for some black dick?" I fell into my seat; I really did not know what to expect and this was so crude and sick. I could not believe that I had just fucked my Boss again and, within only a few minutes, I now had to fuck this man. In my mind, I kept asking myself how did I ever get forced into such a position? One thing I knew for sure was that I had to stay out of the lounge and the restroom. I said "Ok since I have to fuck you, how do you want me? Want me to bend over the desk or would you like me to just give you a blowjob?" 

He said "Let's go to the lounge, we'll have more privacy there." I said, "sure, we can go there and once we get inside, the rest of your buddies will come in and want to fuck me. No thank you, right here is perfect." He smiled and said "Ok you got me what about the restroom, we can go there?" I said "I like it out here. Come on, don't you want to do it? What's wrong - can't get it up?" I thought maybe for a moment I could embarrass him and he would leave. He said "shit honey, I don't care where I fuck you. Shit, lets go downstairs to the showroom. I'll nail your ass on the hood of one of those new cars. We'll give them a show no one will forget. I'll fuck you here on your desk or outside on the lawn. I don't give a shit. Why don't you start with a great big black lolly-pop to suck on?" He said as he stood up and unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled out his cock. Fuck, it was big and black. "You're going to love this sweet meat I got for you here, baby, come suck junior.

I moved from my chair and knelt on the floor in front of him. I grabbed his heavy piece of meat and began licking it and stroking him. I was hoping that the faster I got him off, the sooner I would be left alone. I was jerking his fat cock real fast as I put my mouth over the head. The way I was kneeling, I could see to my side and my doorway to my office. I think I had the only office without a door in the doorway. Since my office opening did not have a door, I was praying to myself that no one would walk by and look inside. 

Somehow, I knew I was not going to be that lucky. I knew that anyone walking by in the hallway would be able to see us. While I knew that everyone had passed the word that I was the new company sex toy, I kept hoping I could get through this with some dignity. As I worked on his cock, I kept glancing toward the door opening. I was hoping no one would walk by or stop and watch. I could hear people walking in the hallway outside. I moved my eyes to see if anyone was looking inside to see me on my knees with this very black cock in my mouth and hands. I saw another man standing in the doorway. The man I was sucking and jerking off was not being helpful to me. He was talking loud to me, telling me how wonderful my mouth was and how he was going to fuck my ass.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes because I could do anything to stop this. I closed my eyes tightly to try and block out the man watching us. I think the man I was sucking mistook my crying as some way of expressing enjoyment. He increased his verbal attacks and grabbed the top of my head. He began to guide my head back and forth on his cock. I held on to it with two hands, doing that allowed me to make sure that I did not choke on him. 

The man in the doorway said "Come on Bill, bring the bitch down to the lounge. She's fuckin hot as hell." I never stopped stroking him; in fact, I think I tightened my hands around his huge cock and I was working my mouth, taking as much of it as I could and sucking harder to get him off. I heard them and I wanted to make sure that I did not go to the lounge. I felt a tingling between my legs and I felt myself getting sexually turned on. I don't know if it was the way they were talking about me or the fact that I had this big hard cock in my mouth. Bill said "Man, this bitch [sure] knows how to suck a cock! Shit, that's it honey! Oh baby, that's it! Suck that cock."

He was holding the back of my head and pulling my mouth closer to himself. My chin kept hitting my right hand, which I had wrapped tightly around his big cock. I worked my left hand, stroking up and down very, very fast. Every time I felt him pull my head onto his cock, I could feel my hand move backward just a little. I kept feeling his cock hitting the back of my throat; suddenly, something clicked in my mind. If I let go and sort of gulped, his cock would slide past my choke point and go down my throat, just like I do with my husband's big dick. I timed his next pull and let go of his dick with my anchor hand and swallowed. When I did, I felt the head of his cock go deep down my throat. As quickly as he put it in, he pushed my head back and I took a quick breath. I felt my head being pulled back to him and my mouth slid down all the way to my other hand, which was trying to jerk his cock. It happened so fast that my hand slipped and my face went to his black pubic hairs. I felt like my throat was bulging. 

His groin smelled musky and his pubic hair was in my nose. I felt him push back and again I grabbed a gulp of air. It reminded me of my husband Bill when he got very close to coming. He would always fuck my face harder and faster as he would begin to lose it. Every time he did it, I would get so turned on, knowing that he liked what I was doing and I loved taking him like that. I would get so turned on that I would always begin rubbing my own clit and sliding one or two fingers inside of my wet hole. I was thinking of my husband Bill now and I reached down and touched my pussy. I was sopping wet from my Boss's sperm and my own juices were now flowing because of being aroused this way. 

In my mind, I knew that this was not Bill (my husband) that I had in my mouth, yet I wanted it to be. I was beginning to get extremely turned on and very horny. I did not want this black man's big cock turning me on like this. It wasn't him; it couldn't be this man who was making me this hot. My mind was spinning, going back and forth between Bill my husband and Bill and his big delicious black cock going in and out of my mouth and throat. I could tell that Bill (the man I was sucking off right now) loved what I was doing to him and he just sat there and moaned. I heard him say to me "Fuck bitch, you are the best cock-sucker I have ever had! Take it all, bitch, take it."

I felt his cock begin to pulse and I knew he was going to give me his sperm. I moaned as I always did with my husband and I ground my head forward, feeling it pulse and throb. I knew he was emptying his balls down my throat. I was frantically rubbing my own clit, attempting to make my climax peak with his. I felt my own orgasm approaching; I was almost there when he shoved me backwards, causing me to fall sideways on my ass. I ended up landing with my fingers still rubbing myself frantically. Bill (my husband) would have let me finish, but this Bill didn't seem to care about me. I felt him pulling me up and he said "You ain't finished yet, baby. Come on, let's go to the lounge and I'll put that fire out for you honey." 

It seemed like I was in a fog; my cunt] was on fire and I needed to [have my own orgasm. My mind was telling me to go with him and yet another part of it was telling me no. It was screaming at me NO, NO, NO!

I could hardly speak, but I managed to say "No, not there! If you want to do it, I'll do it here." I felt like a rag doll as he pulled me up and bent me over my desk. I felt him insert his cock inside of me and I could not believe that he had not gotten smaller, like most men do. I realized that he was not hard as a rock, but then he was not soft and limp either. I felt him sliding in and I was hoping I would feel him inside my cervix. I felt him hit the opening inside and I then felt him push through. I moaned as I felt him deep inside. I felt his legs against the back of the cheeks of my ass. I knew that he was all the way inside. 

Several times, I had spoken with other women and they always told me they could not take a man that had a long dick, because it always hurt them when the man hit their cervix I wanted to tell them that I loved that feeling and my own husband, always was deep inside my cervix every time we made love. All this went through my mind in a split second. This Bill was just a little bigger around than my husband and maybe 1-2 inches longer. All I know is it felt wonderful as he began to move in and out. I laid my face on my desk and just moaned with every insertion of his cock deep inside. 

He moved so slow, pulling and pushing; I began to forget all about my husband. I began to picture that big black cock sliding in and out of me. I also found myself hoping his cock would begin to get a little harder. I had this picture in my mind of standing next to my desk, masturbating as I watched myself being fucked by this older black man and loving every wonderful, powerful, stroke. I could see his cock coming out, exposing it, all covered with shiny juice. Then I could see him shoving forward, plunging it all the way back inside of me. 

I moaned and moaned with pleasure just rushing all over my body. I felt his cock getting harder and harder. The harder he got, the faster he began to fuck me; the harder he fucked me, the louder I moaned. It did not take me long before I wanted him to shoot his sperm deep inside me. I tried to push back, but I couldn't; he was just fucking me too hard. I began saying "Oh Bill, Oh Bill, fuck me baby! Give it to me! fuck that pussy, fuck it." 

He responded "You like that cock, honey? You like that big cock all the way up inside of your nasty ass cunt bitch?" I moaned and said "Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck, I love it so much." He said "ever had it in your ass, bitch? Ever had a cock fuck your asshole, baby?" I heard that and I swear my mind shuddered because I love it when Bill fucks me there. I did love to get fucked in my asshole. Would he fuck me there, could I get him to do it there? I said "Oh yes! Fuck Yes! Do it, DO IT!" 

I felt his cock pull out of my pussy and the head of it touched my butt hole. I pushed back at the same time I relaxed my muscles in back. My husband always took his time inserting the head of his cock back there. This Bill, once there, gave a fast shove and I screamed out in pain. "NO! NO! SLOW, SLOW!" He did not listen to me begging him to go easy. He began to fuck me as if he was trying to hurt me. I knew that it would only take a minute or two before the discomfort would go away and turn to blissful pleasure. He kept fucking me, not caring about my discomfort. Once the pain began to go away, I began to enjoy his slamming in and out of my ass. When that happened, I began to lose it myself again. I fought to work my hand down under myself to work my clit. 

I reached it and began to double my pleasure. He felt so big and he began to long dick me (as my husband called it.) Pretty soon, I could feel his cock slide all the way out and then push all the way back inside. I loved it when my husband did it that way and with this Bill doing it, it was just too much for me. All I began thinking about was his lovely big cock. I forgot all about my husband; all I could think about was that lovely cock sliding in and out and how wonderful it was making me feel. I came and came and came. I could not seem to catch my breath as my whole body shook under him as he kept fucking me. 

My mind was floating as my body just shook and shuddered with my wonderful orgasm that I prayed would not stop. I heard him say to me, "you liked that, didn't you baby? Well, we ain't done yet, sugar." I managed to hear that and I said "Oh Fuck it, Fuck me, don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me." I meant that; I meant every word. I did not want this feeling to stop. I wanted to go the rest of my life with this feeling coursing through my body. He kept a steady pace as my body just laid there under him, shaking and shaking with my climax. 

As my mind began to return to reality and I thought back to what I had just done, guilt rushed over me. Again I felt like I was going crazy, because half of my mind loved the feeling of that cock fucking my asshole and the other half was yelling at me for loving it. I just closed my eyes tight, trying to concentrate one minute on that big black cock and the next minute telling myself that I had no choice and to think of my husband Bill. The thoughts were going back and forth before I realized that Bill was fucking me faster. I also realized that his cock was rock hard again. It seemed to be expanding as he pumped in and out of my ass. 

I stopped thinking of my husband and I focused on this Bill's cock ramming into me. I felt myself climbing again to another orgasm and I realized that I was not only wanting it, I was craving it. I wanted to time my climax with his. I wanted to feel my body rock and roll when he shot his sperm inside my ass. 

I had my hand back at my pussy. I would cram two and three fingers inside, then pull out and rub my clit a few licks. Pretty soon, I was just rubbing my clit, racing with my lover fucking me to our climax. I felt so close and just as I felt I was going to rush over the top and shudder with another mind-blowing climax, I felt him grip my hips and hold me tight against himself. I then felt his cock flexing and I knew I was too late. He was shooting his sperm inside my asshole. 

"NO! NO! NOT YET! FUCK, NOT YET!" I cried out. He could not have cared less about my climax and me. He hardly waited until his dick stopped pulsing when he pulled out and said "not bad, baby. I think you like it better in your ass than Jane did. The boys are going to love you." I just laid there, trying to bring myself off with my fingers working my clit. It felt wonderful; however, without the dick inside fucking me, it just was not enough to fulfill me right then. I heard him zip up his pants and he and other voices were talking back and forth about what a great piece of ass I was. I heard someone say how they were disappointed with him for not getting me into the lounge, so they could all fuck me. I heard them laugh and talk as they walked down the hallway. I realized that even though my fingers felt good to me working my clit, I knew that I would not get that wonderful feeling that I desired so much right then.

I stopped and managed to push myself up off the desk. I looked around and noticed everything that had been on my desk was now on the floor. I felt sperm coming out of my ass. My first thought was to go clean myself up. That thought no more than ran through my mind when I remembered that Mr. Ballard would get mad if I did. It was then that I remembered the camera under my desk where my chair goes. Since my legs had straddled my chair opening, I guess Mr. Ballard had a very close up view of Bill fucking my cunt and ass, as well as myself working my clit and hole as he fucked me. I thought "How disgusting!" 

I moved slowly around my desk, picking up my things and after setting my chair back up, I sat down. I put my head in my hands and I felt like crying. However, at the same time, I didn't. My mind was telling me to sit there and cry, cry for being so stupid, crying for being used by Ballard and his men, crying because I was a good woman and a good wife. I told myself I should, but I just couldn't. What I really wanted to cry about was the lust that was running through my body and the desire that I felt between my legs. I felt disgusted with myself because I wanted Bill to wait for me, I wanted him to climax, and I wanted him to make me come at the same time. I wanted to ride that wonderful wave of pleasure with him. 

I was disgusted with myself because I knew that if he had waited just a minute or two more, it would have been the most wonderful climax that I had ever had. I knew it all had to do with who he was, where I was, and the fact that I had no choice in the matter. I knew that there was nothing for me to do at the time, but surrender to my body and my sick dirty lust. I just knew if he just kept fucking me, his dick would not have gone soft and small and he could have taken me there. He could have taken me to that dirty place of loving a stranger's cock in me, taking me over the top of the world. I could have exploded, I would have climaxed. He wouldn't and he didn't.

"Hey Linda, I got something here for you, honey." I looked at the person who said that. It was the Courtesy driver, Clark. He was holding himself between his legs. I glared at him for his crudeness. "The fucking nerve of him, who does he think that I am?" I thought, I said, "go away and do it yourself, you pig!" he laughed and said "suit yourself Linda, but if you want a man instead of one of those rubber dicks, you call me." He disappeared from my doorway. I thought to myself "that fucking jerk, the fucking nerve, he thinks I would be desperate enough to use one of those things here, here where Ballard will see me? No fucking way. I may have to fuck a man every hour for the next three years, but I sure don't have to enjoy it. I mean I sure as hell am not going to touch myself around here and give that asshole Ballard any pleasure watching me."

I looked at the time and [realized] I had 20 minutes before my next appointment at 10:00. I felt messy back there and I wanted desperately to wipe and clean myself. I decided to go to the toilet and somehow clean myself. I sat down and I knew he had to be watching me. When I did sit down, a lot of air escaped from me, along with a lot of liquid and droppings. I grabbed the toilet paper and said loudly, in case he was listening and watching. "I need to clean myself. If I don't, I think my chair at my desk will be soiled and ruined. I don't think you want that, so I'm going to wipe my butt." I reached behind myself and did it.

Sitting like that, I knew I could wipe my vagina as well, so I did. I knew if I played my cards right, he would not be the wiser. When I finished, I sat there, thinking it was a good enough place to hide out. I sat there thinking of the mess and this day. I was going over everything I had done up till now in my brain. I would think of Bill and think I should tell him; however, I knew that if I did, Ballard would show him that video of me losing all control and begging for another man to fuck me. Maybe I could talk my way out of that by saying a woman being raped can't be held responsible for her body betraying her. However, how would I justify begging the men to keep fucking me and loving it when I had my ass and cunt filled with those lovely big hard cocks? 




Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 3



How can I? How do I justify to my husband how I sucked their cocks, taking them the same way I take him? How do I justify loving the feeling that they gave me when they treated me as a sperm receptacle for their pleasure? How do I justify the craving that this fiend brought out in me, making me want to be used just like this? I kept going over and over in my mind the pleasure that these men here at work gave me. Along with the way that I craved to come with Bill just minutes ago. 

Thinking about all of this was driving my mind into a sexual frenzy. I realized that I desperately wanted and needed to climax. That asshole; if he would have only waited one more fucking minute! I opened my legs and brought my hand down to my soft bare skin. I felt my lips; they were swollen and it felt so good when my fingers slid inside my wet hole. I drew my fingers out and began to work my swollen clit. It felt so big and so sensitive. I moaned as I felt myself climbing to that place that I loved so much. I felt my body responding to my need and my fingers. I knew that my fingers would not really put out my fire; however, they would help me somehow endure the crap that I was being put through.

I closed my eyes and I pictured myself between those two men fucking me standing up. I could feel their cocks in me again, slamming in and out. I was using my right hand on my cunt and clit. I raised myself up enough to move my left hand behind me and began to play with my asshole. I love being fucked and I love being fucked in my ass. I love the feeling of both of my holes being filled with big cocks. I was going crazy, squatting over the stool, working both of my holes fingerfucking myself like a sex-crazed whore. I felt myself getting closer to that point that I wanted. I heard the door open and it startled me. Standing in the doorway with a huge smile on his face was Ballard. 

I pulled my hands away from myself and fell back onto the stool. He said "Pamela, you are keeping Johnson waiting. Should I send him in here?" I suddenly felt like shit; I had lost control over myself and I fell right into doing exactly what Ballard wanted me to do. I became caught up in his sick game and I got caught in the most humiliating way possible. He stood there, smiling and waiting for an answer. I hid my face between my hands and I said in a cracking voice, almost crying "I'll be right out." I heard Ballard say "Johnson, go on in. Pamela is waiting and warming herself up for you." I looked up in a panic and I saw Ballard move out of the way and Johnson walk past him inside of the restroom. He was unzipping his pants as Ballard closed the door. I started to get up when he held my shoulders and said "no, I want you sitting down. I want you to play with yourself as you suck me off." 

He had his dick out and was standing right in front of my face. His dick was average-sized to me; he was smaller than Bill (my husband.) He wasn't all that small, really, just average. Like I said in the beginning, prior to getting married, I had a very active sex life and I had seen many a man's dick. He had his pants up and I did not want to run my face against his zipper, so I reached up and undid his pants, pulling them down out of my way. I closed my eyes and leaned forward an inch or so, then took him in my mouth. 

I found that once I closed my eyes and had his cock in my mouth, I was right back where I was just minutes ago. I was on fire all over again. I sucked him in and gulped I had it all inside my mouth in one motion. I wrapped my arms around his naked ass and pulled him to myself. His pubic hair was matted against my nose. I knew I couldn't explain this change in me to anyone; I didn't quite understand it myself. I knew that all of this was wrong; I knew that everything I was doing was against my true nature. I mean I would never go out and cheat on my husband. Bill was the best man that I had ever known; he loves me and I love him he is my mate for life. What made me ill was, all of a sudden, I did want this possessive – stranger's cock in me. I did want to suck him off, I did want to fuck him, and I wanted him to make me come. I loved Bill, yet I wanted this to happen.

The room was full of moans, both his and mine. I would release him just long enough to get some air and then I would pull him back in my mouth. In a way, I was glad he was smaller than my husband; at the same time, I was disappointed that I did not feel the pressure inside my throat, expanding it as Bill had done minutes earlier. I reached down between my legs again, trying to time my self-induced climax with the one I knew this man was about to have. I gulped some air just in time because he grabbed the back of my head and held me to himself as his cock flexed in my mouth and throat, shooting his sperm down my belly. My hand was flying over my clit and I was pushing in hard to make sure I had the strongest contact possible. 

I had a small climax, however, it was not as good as I really desired. The man backed away so fast from me, his cock made a popping sound as it popped out of my sucking mouth. When he backed away, I looked past him and saw the other men. He said "next" and pulled up his pants as another man moved in to take his place. I think he was Mexican, but that didn't matter. His cock was hard and by the time he was close enough to my lips, I opened my mouth and took him in. He began telling me "I'm gonna fuck your pussy, baby, I'm gonna fuck your pussy." I moaned with my own lust because that was what I needed right then and I needed it badly. 

He pulled back and again. With the suction that I had on him, he also made a loud popping sound as his cock came out of my mouth. He pulled my hand and said "turn around, honey. I'm gonna give that pussy a yours a good fuck." The toilet behind my desk was good size and I was glad it was, because there were so many men in there with me, I could only see the top of the door. I turned around and bent forward over the stool. When I did turn around and bend over, my tiny skirt rose up over my hips, exposing my naked cunt to all of them. 

I felt a cock being inserted into me and wanting it, I pushed backwards. It was all too late now; I was on fire and I knew that these men desired me. I knew they all wanted to fuck me or have me suck their cocks. Knowing that did something to me; I found that I wanted to not only let them fuck me, but I wanted them to enjoy fucking me so much that they would want to fuck me again and again. I closed my eyes and no longer thought about my husband Bill; I no longer thought about how I had gotten to this point of my life. All I wanted was to get fucked and fucked and fucked. I wanted them to fuck my cunt and asshole, I wanted to suck their cocks, I wanted them to watch me be the whore that I am. I was nothing more than a common whore that loved men's cocks and I would do anything to obtain that wonderful climax that I loved and wanted so much. I wanted them to know just what kind of a cock-loving slut I was.

With my eyes closed, talking to no one man, I said "Oh Yea! Oh Jesus! Oh Fuck, that feels good! Oh God, fuck me baby! Give me that cock! Harder, harder! Faster, fuck I'M CLOSE, I'M CLOSE! OH JESUS! SO CLOSE. NO, NO DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKING, KEEP FUCKING!!" I felt him grab hold of my hips and hold on tight as his cock pulsed inside of me. The son-of-a-bitch came before I did. I tried to grind backwards hard against him to somehow increase the pressure, hoping it alone would take me over the edge. As he pulled out, I heard him say "You're in for the ride of your life. This bitch knows how to fuck." I felt another cock sliding inside of me; it expanded me and I felt it right up against my cervix opening. It did not slip past the opening, but it touched it enough to give me that big dick feeling. Because of the last man taking me right to the edge and not taking me over the top, so to speak, I was ready and willing for this man to fuck me. 

I felt him ramming into me like a jack hammer and again, just as I began to lose it, he pulled his cock out of me and asked "You like it in your ass, Linda? Here it comes, baby." I felt him push inside my ass with no resistance at all. I felt him fill me up and my head swooned with pleasure. He began fucking me hard again, as he had before. I wished I had a dildo to stick in my cunt at the same time. After yesterday, I found myself craving that feeling again. I put my fingers down to my hole and slid first three, then four fingers in and out, trying to give myself the same kind of pleasure that Pat and Jake gave me yesterday in Ballard's office. I began to climax and as I did, my asshole clinched around the man's dick. I guess that was all he needed, because he began to shoot his sperm deep in my ass as he gripped my hips, pulling me hard back against himself. I had this wonderful feeling of pleasure coursing through my body, while at the same time, my legs were beginning to hurt. As he pulled out of me, I quickly turned around to face the rest of the men. 

Another man was already aiming his cock at me when I turned. I said "My legs, I need to sit down." he said "On the counter, sit on the counter." I looked at the sink counter and thought "yea, that will work just fine." He helped me sit on top of it and as I did, he lifted my legs over his shoulders. I reached down and guided his cock to my throbbing, wanting hole. As he slid inside, I gave a moan that told him just how much I loved being filled up that way. His cock was average in length; however it was wider around. I felt really stretched as he slid in. I reached for my nipples and started to pinch and play with them. I could feel every little piece of his dick as it pushed in and out of me. My whole body and mind focused on his cock and the feeling he was giving me with it. He was like a lunatic fucking me so fast. He kept pulling back further each time, giving me one hell of a wonderful feeling as it would slide all the way back inside. I felt him ramming and pulling back more and more till his big fat cock came all the way out and then he would cram it back as deep as he could. 

I was fucking back at him just as fast and just as hard. I loved the feeling that he gave me, fucking me like this with that fat cock. I zigged when he zagged because he pulled out and when he shoved back, it went into my asshole. When he did that, I went crazy. "FUCK, JESUS, FUCK, OH GOD, FUCK OH GOD, OH GOD, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS." I guessed that he had not planned to do that, but once he saw how wild it made me, he began to do something no one had ever done in my life up till then. I felt him pull out of my ass and then shift to slide his cock deep inside of my cunt; he pulled back and, shifting again, crammed it back into my asshole. This was taking me higher than I had ever been with pleasure. I did not think at the time how dangerous to me this was, or the problems it could cause me. All I desired was for him to continue fucking me like that. I told him "OH BABY, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, OH FUCK YES, YES, JUST LIKE THAT, OH FUCK, JESUS I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" I came and I tried to hold onto him, but he kept pumping me in one hole, then the other. My climax was the longest and hardest that I had ever experienced in my life. He kept fucking and I kept coming. 

I closed my eyes and held on for dear life as my body shook and shook and shook. I guessed that the other men became tired of waiting because I felt wetness on my legs and, opening my eyes, I saw where two men were now standing next to us and had jacked off, spilling out their sperm onto my stocking-covered legs. I heard someone say "Come on, Ken, hurry up! Come on, don't be such a fucking pig." I heard the man fucking me groan out loud and he held himself deep inside my pussy as he ejaculated himself in me. His fat cock seemed to swell up even more when he came; I felt my whole cunt flexing with him as he finally finished. 

I felt him step back and a black man now moved between my legs. He had his cock in his hand and I reached out and guided into myself. I say guided, but it was more like I pulled him into me. I looked at his eyes as he slid inside me; he was young and he was strong. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders as the other man had done and he slowly pushed in. I felt his cock touch and pass my cervix opening. I felt full; very full indeed. While he was not all that big around, he sure was long. He never said a word; I looked at him and he looked at me. I was watching his facial expressions as he fucked me and I knew he was watching mine. His breath quickened and so did mine; he quickened his pace and I found it hard to catch my own breath. The closer he came to his climax, the closer I came to mine. The closer we came toward a climax, the closer he moved his face to mine and I moved my face to his. 

As I felt my climax hit, I could see it in his eyes as his did also. Our lips were almost touching, When we finally touched our lips together, we came together. I felt my cervix being filled and flexing as his sperm shot hard into me. We both kept kissing at the same time my climax shuddered through my body. He made no attempt to pull out of me right away. I wrapped my legs around him and clung to him as I slowly came back down to reality. His nose was calming down now; before we climaxed, it was opening and closing with his breath. That, along with the fucking, drove me crazy. And the fact that he did not want to pull out of me right away after he came made me love it even more. 

I broke the kiss and he slowly moved back as I let my feet unlock from his waist. I looked down as his cock slid out and it felt just as big and long as it did when he slid it into me. I watched as his cock finally pulled back and sort of dropped down. I had not noticed that the other men had jerked off while watching the two of us fucking on the counter; however, looking at my stockings and feeling the wetness, I could see where three more men had come, jerking off watching while I got the shit fucked out of me. I sat up and scooted off of the sink top. I knelt down and took his glistening wet cock into my mouth. I began to suck it in and down my throat. I wanted to thank him for the wonderful fuck that he just gave me. 

** Now if you wish, feel free to write me and let me know just how this little story made you feel. Be safe and be careful. Linda **



Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 4



I don't know how long I was working his cock, but I was interrupted by Mr. Ballard's voice. 

"Harry, get your ass back to work. You had your fun, and I ain't paying you to fuck all damn day. Now get." Harry pulled back away and again his cock made the popping sound as it came out. He pulled up his pants and walked out. I was still on my knees and I just knew that Ballard wanted me to suck his dick. I knew what a sick asshole he was and I guess he just had to get in and get his nuts blown. Using my knees, I 'crawled' over to him and reached for his zipper. I figured I better do it right away and get it over with so he would leave me alone. 

He grabbed my hands and said, "Oh, no, dear. You can do that later. I just wanted to show you something. Come on, dear." He helped me to my feet and held my hand as we walked into his office. He said, "I want you to sit right there and watch the TV. I want you to hold this and, of course, if you feel the need, use it." I saw this big fat black rubber cock flying in the air toward me. I put up my hands to cover my face so it wouldn't hit me. I felt the heavy rubber cock hit my arm and bounce onto my lap. I said, "I don't understand. You want me to watch a porn flick and screw myself while you watch, is that it?" He smiled and said, "Something like that, dear. Just watch."

He sat behind his desk and we both faced the big TV he had in his office. The minute I saw the picture come to life, I wanted to throw up. It was a picture of me yesterday -- he was showing me the tape he made of me fucking Pat and Jake. He had zoomed in several times to show my face and the sexual bliss all over it. When I heard Ballard ask me (on the video) how did I like being fucked like that, I was floored when I heard myself tell him that I loved it. I then heard him say, "If you ask real nice, Pamela, I'll let them fuck you tomorrow. Would you like that, honey?" I did not remember any of this; I only remembered the feeling that they gave me fucking me like that. I heard myself say, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, please. I love it. I want it tomorrow." I heard him say, "What about Bill, your husband? Won't he be mad, knowing that you love to fuck other men like this?" What I heard next made me want to die. I said back to him, "Fuck my husband, he can't make me feel like this. Fuck me, fuck me, give me those cocks, fill me!" 

I looked over at Ballard and he had his cock out, stroking himself as he kept watching the TV. He had a wicked smile on his sick face. While the video clearly showed that I was a very willing participant in this sick act, it did not show what led up to it. I then saw that somehow he managed to video tape me from the floor. It showed those two dicks moving back and forth. However, what really surprised me was when I saw myself clearly grinding back and forth hard against both of them, attempting to get all of the cocks going in me, in me. The sounds that I made and the things I said to those two men made it very clear that this was not a made-up porn tape. This was the real thing; I had two feelings racing through my body at the same time. The first was how sick this all was and how I hated this man for filming me like this. But the other thing racing through my brain – and my body -- was the memory of it all. I was almost able (if I wanted) to close my eyes and re-live it all over. Just listening to those men and myself was causing a fire within. 

What surprised me the most after they finished fucking me was the way that I was begging them to do it again. The TV also showed me a close-up as the two men pushed and shoved their cocks down my throat and my face was against their pubic hairs after they had just fucked me. I saw and heard how I begged Ballard to fuck me as I took both of them down my throat. . I watched and watched as I saw Ballard fucking me in my cunt first and then in my asshole. It clearly showed how hard I worked to get both of the other men hard again. Because I was on my knees I did not know that Ballard behind me was motioning for them to leave. It clearly showed the way I pleaded for them not to leave as they zipped up their pants and walked out of the office. The next part hit hard; it showed me turning around to Mr. Ballard, on my knees, and sucking him attempting to get him hard again. 

The way the tape was put together, it looked like I went right for him, because the other two men wouldn't fuck me anymore. It made me look like I was a cock-hungry whore or slut craving to be fucked over and over. I did not realize just how wild I had become and how forceful I was at sucking and being fucked that day. 

The screen faded to black and then lit up again with me dressed the way I was today, showing me just as I was beginning to kneel down on Bill at my desk. It showed me clearly going after Bill's sperm like a dying woman to water. There was nothing for the eye to see about how sick I was in being made to do such a thing. Then, when he stood me up and bent me over my desk, the shot changed to show us from above. It showed his big black dick going into my ass. In addition, it clearly showed the moving I did, pushing back hungrily against him, and the way I moaned and spoke to him. The shot also showed three men standing in the doorway watching as my face was flat on my desk.

Then the picture changed and we saw the view from under my desk looking up. I could see my wide-open legs and my fingers working my cunt as Bill fucked me. I heard, "So you love big black cock, don't you, bitch?" I was barely able to talk; however, I did hear myself clearly as I moaned out on the tape "Yesssss." Then his next words hit me hard: "I bet you like big fat black cock better than your husband's, don't you, bitch?" I waited for my response; I don't know why I had hoped I did not say yes, but I found myself almost praying that I was going to say no. Then I heard myself moaning as I said, "Yes, yes, oh fuck! Give me that cock! Fuck me, you fucking bastard." That wasn't enough for him, though, and he kept at me: "You do, don't you cunt? You do love fucking black cock, don't you, baby? Tell me, baby. Tell me or I'll stop fucking you." I heard myself almost begging as I said, "Yes, yes, fuck me! Please, give it to me! I love black cock! I love it better than anyone, better than my husband. Fuck me, for God's sake, just fuck me! Give me that cock! Do it! Do it!!!" I saw him as he shoved his cock hard into me and I heard myself yelling at him not to stop. 

I sat there, stunned -- with myself, with the myself I'd seen on the tape. I did not recall saying those things. I did recall saying things to make him hurry up and come. I told myself I did all that just to make him come quicker, that it wasn't true, that I would never say those things. I looked at Ballard and his eyes were glued to the screen, and his cock was stiff and hard. I looked back, expecting the tape to end until I saw the restroom behind my desk. I watched myself as I fought with my own desires. I saw Ballard usher in the first men, then I watched as the restroom filled up while I hungrily sucked off the first man. The sound alone caused me to be fascinated with the way that I had responded when I was sexually turned on. Billy and I have watched porn over the years and while some of it did turn me on, watching myself with these men had an effect. Hearing me had its effect. It was an incredible effect, one I did not think possible. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life.

As I sat watching everything that I did with them, I felt myself building to a climax. I now sat there with my eyes glued to the screen, just like Ballard, watching myself going crazy with those men, listening to the things they were saying to me, the things that I said back. I felt myself ready to climax when I heard Ballard say, "Use the dick; fuck yourself as you watch, then I'll fuck you." I fumbled around for the rubber cock and I slid lower in the chair, allowing myself room to open my legs. I inserted the cock as I watched a man going back and forth between my asshole and my pussy. The faster he fucked me on the screen, the faster I fucked myself. I watched as he came, then pulled out and a black man took his place and began to fuck me. 

I was fascinated as I watched myself and the way that I began to slowly fuck back, then how I was moving my hips faster and faster, trying to get him to do it to me faster and harder. I watched in fascination as our heads and mouths came closer and closer. I could feel it all over again; I could feel his cock, fucking deep in me all over again. I could smell him close to me and I felt his lips on mine again as we touched and climaxed together. When that happened on the TV, I closed my eyes and my whole body shook in one terrific climax. I opened them just in time to see me on the tape get on my knees and take him down my throat before the screen faded to black. 

I guess it took me a few minutes to come back down to earth, but when I did, I wanted to scream and to just die for acting the way that I just had. This man, this bastard did it to me again, he made me do this, I had no choice. But as he did it, he seemed to know just how to turn me on so much that I would lose control. I didn't do it, he did. He made me enjoy watching myself on TV. I heard a moan and looked over at Ballard. He had stood up and was jacking off after watching me fuck myself while watching my performance on the TV. As this very sick picture burned itself into my mind, I quickly looked around the room, trying to find another camera filming us. I didn't see any, but I just knew this asshole had to be filming me, again getting proof of me doing another sick thing that could destroy my marriage. 

I did not say a word; I slowly pulled out the fake black rubber cock and set it next to me on the chair, closed my legs and waited for Ballard to speak. I knew that whatever came out of his mouth I would not like. 

"So, tell me, my dear, what do you think of my camera system now?" he asked. I did not know what to say. I figured I'd better say something to please him or he would and could make my life hell. I said, "I didn't know you could see everything like that, Mr. Ballard. I bet you even filmed us in here watching the movie, didn't you, sir?' Ballard said, "Honey, you know I did. Now the question I have for you is this: What do I do with this videotape? I am positive you don't want your husband, Bill, to see it, now do you, dear? After all, the things you said on it were not all that complimentary, now were they, dear?" 

I looked at him. I wanted to cry – and I wanted to scream and kill him. I knew if I had a gun with me at that moment, I would have shot his dick off, then slowly shot him everywhere: in each leg, in each arm, in each hand. I wanted to kill him very slowly, with him begging me to end his life. I said, "I don't understand why you did that. After all, you know I have to do what you say for the next three years. You didn't have to film me like that. You made me look like something I am not. Why did you do that, Mr. Ballard?" 

He stood there and, after putting his dick back in his pants, he zipped himself up and sat down. He said, "Well, it is like this, my dear. I'm in business to make money. Most people think I make it selling cars, but I don't. I would go under if I relied on these fucking cars. What I can rely on is you fucking bitches. I get paid a lot of money for tapes like this. I sell them to the Japanese and they sell them to the world. All you bitches come in here and think you are better than anyone else. You women got to learn that you are all alike. You got to learn that your husband can't protect you and that I have the power to ruin your whole fucking life. You belong to me now, and I'm going to make millions from you being the whore that you now know you are.

"Yesterday, after you fucked Pat and Jake, I saw the look on your face. You had contempt for me. Oh, sure you agreed to do what you were told, all right, but I could see that contempt. Like right now, I can see it all over your face. I know you are sitting there and I bet you are sitting with all kinds of hate for me. But you see, my dear; I don't give a shit. You're just another fucking whore that was hidden behind your cute little smile and your wedding band. In fact, my dear, you should be thanking me for bringing out the real you. I'm just the son-of-a-bitch who is proving to you that you were made to fuck all men, not just one. In fact, you should be thanking me for showing you that you are a cock-hungry slut that loves any man's cock. I just showed you how crazy you get for cock now, didn't I, honey? I just showed you that you love all kinds of cocks. You like them white, brown and black; you like them small and large. When you're in your zone, honey, you don't care about anything else but your own pleasure. When you're in your zone, you love sucking cock like ducks love water. Now tell me I'm wrong, Pamela. Just try to tell me that, baby. Didn't I just prove all that to you?" 

I looked at him and hung my head. I said in a low voice, "I guess you did." I thought, "Was he right? Is he right? Am I really that kind of woman? Is he screwing with my mind?" I sat there, thinking about everything that he just said. He broke into my thoughts as he asked, "Well?" I looked up and I said, "Excuse me, what?" He said, "I asked you if you wanted me to let your husband see this so you can get free of him to live the life you know you want to live?" I almost yelled it out. "No! No! For God's sake, NO!!!" He smiled that sick smile and said, "Well, then, my dear, you better get into this. I am tired of seeing you looking one minute like a fucking stuck-up snob, then after you get sight of a cock, you switch to the cunt that you really are. 

"I want you to act like the slut and whore that you are. I want you all over my boys. I want you to stop fighting me like you did this morning by not going to the lounge with Billy. I had the whole parts department ready to fuck you there, but no, you're just too fucking stuck-up, you had to screw him in the office. If you don't get with the program, I'll make sure your loving husband sees just what kind of whore he's married to." 

I looked at him and I wanted to start crying again. I nervously said, "But I am doing everything you want. I haven't said no to anyone. I let them believe that I am enjoying it." He cut me off and said, "Let them, let them -- come on, Pam, you know you fucking love it. You saw how you are when you get turned on. Don't fuckin' lie to yourself or to me."

I said, "OK, but I am doing it. You know I'm doing it the way you want." 

Ballard said, "If you were, honey, you and I would not be talking right now, now would we?" 

I said meekly, "I guess not, but what do you want from me? I am doing what you want: I dress like a whore, I'm fucking a man every hour for you. What else do you want from me?" 

Ballard said, "First of all, Pam, I want you to not only want to reward my people, I want you to not just act like a whore, I want you to BE the whore that you know you are. I want you to be fucking every man you can get your hands on. I want you to suck cock in the blink of an eye. Moreover, I want you to be so fucking hot for cock that when you can't get one, you ride that rubber dick -- or one of your other ones. I want you to smell of fuck. I want to see cum stains all over your stockings, blouse and skirt. 

"I went to great lengths to get you to this point; a lot of women have no idea about their sexual desires. I knew that you had an inkling when you fingered yourself waiting for your interview. You are one in a million: you were born to make all men happy. You're pretty and you reek of sex. I want you to be that whore, to be that slut. Now, can you do that or not? I know why you are fighting it; I know that if your husband was out of the picture, you would be better than Jane or Kelly could ever hope to be and they were hot. So tell me, Pamela, can you be what I want or are you going to fight me every day, like you have so far today? Are you going to act coy with the boys or are you going to be our sex toy to be used for our – and your -- pleasure?' 

I looked at him and said, "If you promise never to show Bill that tape or any other tape you make of me, I'll be the hottest piece of ass you have ever had in this place. You want a fucking whore -- you got it." He smiled at me and said, "No more acting like you're too good for us and no more fighting your sexual inner desires then?" I said, "No, you showed me the cunt that I am. I realize that I want cocks, I need cocks and I want the pleasure that comes from fucking and sucking all kinds of them."

Ballard stood up and walked over to me as he said, "I thought you would finally see the light, dear." As he stood next to me I reached up and began to unzip his zipper. "I knew once you saw the light, you would give in to those hidden desires of yours. Yes, that's it, honey, do it, take what you want. Oh yeah, take it all in there. Fuck, you suck a cock better than any woman I ever had. Shit, you're good. Fuck yeah, do it. Yeah, put it in your mouth. Oh baby, fuck it, fuck that cunt with your little friend." I closed my eyes and made love to his cock with my mouth. I reached for the rubber cock and inserted it in myself. I wanted to make him shoot his sperm in me as I fucked my hot cunt and make myself climax. It didn't take long for either of us; he shot his juice down my throat as I worked it in my mouth, while at the same time my cunt convulsed in its own pleasure. He stood there, holding my head with his hands as his cock pulsed and flexed in my throat. I had crammed my rubber lover as deep as I possibly could. It was way past my cervix opening, and my own body just shook and shook as I came and came. He pulled back and my mouth went with him, not wanting to let go.

As he zipped his pants back up, he said, "Now that's what I was talking about. You knew what you wanted and you took it. That's the kind of whore I want, exactly like that. Now, it's lunchtime and if I know my boys, you got a line of guys wanting to fuck you. And I have to get these tapes mailed out." 

It was then that I remembered his telling me about his making money selling the videos. I said, "About the videos …" He said, "Sure, sure, I'll give you a copy of everything I send out -- is that what you want, dear?" I could not believe him. He actually thought I wanted a tape of all this! I said, "Well, I was going to ask you if the tapes came back here to the States." He said, "Are you kidding? Sex is the biggest business here. You actually think you won't be seen around here? Sorry, baby, but I have a feeling that in a month or two, you are going to be the hottest porn star around. Now you don't have any problem with that, do you, Pam?" His statement shook me to my core again; he actually expected me to be happy about this and not only go along with it, but to enjoy being used like this.

I knew that I had to be exactly what he wanted me to be or else Bill and I would be through. I said, "Oh no, I was just wondering, that's all. It is just another experience you seem to have brought out in me." 

He said "Good, honey. For your information, once any video sells over 50,000 copies, we get a bonus and you get five grand. It works out to be about 10 to 15 grand a month, but we won't see that for maybe three or four months." 

I sat there, looking at him as he spewed out those figures and while I was sick with the knowledge of being seen like that, all of a sudden, I was adding up just how much money Bill and I would have in just one year. I realized that I was still sitting there with the rubber cock in my pussy with my legs wide open. I pulled it out and brought it to my mouth; I slid it in past my lips and gulped it down. Sitting there, I held it in the air and ran it in and out of my mouth and throat. After a few minutes, I pulled it out and said, "I hope you got that on film." I stood up and walked out. I heard Ballard say, "Hot damn, this is going to be good." 




Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 4



I closed the door behind me and I had a office full of men. I looked at the clock and said, "OK, who is here for my lunch appointment?" I heard a man's voice say, "Hey, I was here at 11. You got to do me first." Then the salesman of the month spoke up and said, "Hey, you're too late, she's mine for this hour." I looked at him and said, "What would think about the two of you together? You boys game?" Every one in the room yelled out something. Ballard opened his door and shouted out, "Boys, keep it down! I got a business to run. If you ain't supposed to be here now, get the fuck back to work. Pam will get to you all." 

They all began to file out my doorway as Ballard closed the door. Two men stood there facing me; one was white and the other was Asian. I smiled at them both, they were both good looking, and I said, "Lets go down to the lounge. We'll have more freedom there and maybe a friend or two may join us. You boys game for that, too?" As I said that, I grabbed both of their dicks through their pants and held them as I kissed first one, then the other. I let go of their pants and walked in front of them down the hallway into the lounge. As the door closed, I went to the day bed, and as I sat down, I unzipped the Asian's pants, since he was closest to me. I grabbed hold of his good-sized cock and began to make love to it with my mouth. The other man took off his pants and then knelt down between my legs as we moved out of his way. I don't know what I loved better: the cock sucking I was giving the one or the licking and sucking the other one was doing to my clit. The man I was sucking reached down and worked my tits and my nipples. I held his balls as I took him all the way inside of my mouth. He began to fuck my mouth, holding the top of my head. As I held onto the man eating my hot pussy, the man in my mouth came and he must not have come in awhile as he had one of the largest loads of sperm that I had swallowed in some time 

Once he came, he pulled away from me and I laid back to just enjoy the tongue licking and sucking from the man between my legs. I wanted to suck him, too, so I grabbed his hair and fought to pull him up to me. I shifted on the day bed and told him to lay down on his back. He did and as he laid there full length, I straddled him fully clothed but with my tiny skirt up around my waist. I knelt down, took his generous cock in my mouth and went to work on him as I dropped my cunt back onto his face. I heard the door open and close a few times, however, I paid no attention to it. I felt the couch move and I turned to see a big fat man moving up behind me. I went back to work on the cock in my mouth. I felt a dick slide into me while the man under me was still licking and sucking my clit. What was going on was driving him crazy as he flopped around wildly as I worked my mouth and tongue on his cock. I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my mouth off the rock-hard cock and, turning to the man fucking me, I said, "Put it in my ass. I want it in my ass." I then said to the man under me, "When he fucks my ass, you finger-fuck me as you eat me." I turned and went back to work sucking his cock. They changed and I felt the cock slide in and the fingers begin to do their magic. The mouth on my clit made me crazy as a lunatic. The man I was sucking shot his load in my mouth as he kept working my clit and finger-fucking me. It felt as if he had his whole hand inside of me. The man fucking my ass gripped me with vice-like hands as he emptied himself into me.

The man I was sucking went soft in my mouth; however, he did not stop fingering me or working my pussy with his mouth. The man behind me pulled out and I guessed that another man was waiting for him to move, because as he pulled out, someone else replaced him. I felt my asshole stretching wide. I had no idea who it was, but I knew whoever it was had a huge cock. The cock felt a little stiff and it did not feel all that warm. Then I heard another woman's voice say, "How do you like that, Pam? You like it, don't you, bitch? You're so fucking hot! Take it, bitch, take it." I recognized the voice as Jane's; she was behind me and she must have had one of those strap-on things, because she was fucking me every bit as good as any man had. I laid my face on the man's groin under me as I just lay there and enjoyed the pleasure I was receiving from both of them. I felt my body racing toward another climax as they worked on me. I felt myself shuddering and shaking again. When I came, Jane crammed herself hard against me, just as a man would do, and the man under me sucked very hard on my clit. 

Jane pulled out of me and said, "How are you at eating pussy, Pamela? You ready to eat the hottest pussy in California?" I got up and realized I felt on fire with lust. We did not say anything else; she moved to lay down on the couch, while I knelt on the floor and put my face between her legs. I could smell and taste the sexual aroma coming from her. Her pussy was dripping with men's sperm. I knew she did not have to be here; now that I was the company sex toy, I knew that she could have said no to anyone wanting her, so I was wondering why she had so much sperm in her like that. Her lips were swollen and all puffy, her clit was three times the size of mine. Her hole was wide open; I put my mouth against her hole and the slimy, oozing sperm began to dribble into my mouth. I felt another person step behind me as I knelt there, eating and sucking out the sperm from Jane. I felt my cunt being fucked by a man with a rather small dick; I could hardly feel it as whoever it was fucked me. 

I knelt there, wondering if I was going to be like Jane; I mean, would I come back here and do it with other men when I did not have to anymore? I told myself I wouldn't; I told myself I couldn't -- but why was Jane here? I could think of no reason other than she wanted to be here. So, was I going to turn into her? The man behind me came and pulled out. I heard more movement behind me and another man shoved his dick in me. This man had a lovely-sized cock, and as I felt him slide it all the way up inside of me, I let out a moan as he hit my cervix and even went past it. Jane said, "You're in for a treat, Pam. Ol' Rocky here really knows how to fuck. No one here is better than old Rocky." I lifted my head and looked back; I saw a big black man behind me wearing a service shirt. He said "I'm at your service, baby. Let ol' Rocky take you away." I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding in and out. I felt Jane's hands on my head, guiding me back to her pussy.

I began to feel like I was a totally different person. I felt as if I could live my whole life just like this, eating another woman's pussy while I had a big fat cock fucking me. I did not want this feeling to ever end. I can't explain the feeling in any way that you could appreciate what I was feeling. Words just can't do that. My mind was melting, my whole mind went numb as I had a sensual pleasure rocking me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The way that Rocky worked his dick was magnificent; he would run it all the way inside, then slowly pull it out so I could just feel the head of it right against the outside opening. Then he would slowly thrust forward and fill me completely. He had this wonderful pace going, taking me gradually higher and higher to sexual bliss. Jane's pussy was so soft, so wet and open. Her clit seemed huge. I relished the feeling I received as I would lick her open hole and when I boxed her swollen clit. Her moans letting me know just how much she loved what I was doing only made me want to do it again and again, longer and longer.

I felt myself getting close again and as I did, I began to push back to Rocky. He in turn began to pick up speed. I could not help but lose all sense of being. I was lost to this sexual pleasure I was caught in between this lovely soft warm hot open pussy and this big, hard, thrusting cock. Rocky pulled out of me and I expected him to immediately put it back inside. I kept eating Jane and at the same time I shook my ass right and left to let him know I wanted him to keep fucking me. I felt hands on my hips pulling me back away from Jane. I quickly looked back and it was Rocky. He said as he moved me, "You lay on your back. I want to fuck Jane while she eats you out." 

We shifted around and I ended up on my back with Jane and I in a sixty-nine position. I could clearly see Rocky move in above my head and looking down at me he said, "Put it in her." I reached up, with his balls touching my forehead, and I placed his big black cock up against her wide-open pussy. His cock and balls were no more than one to two inches from my eyes. I could feel the heat coming from her on my face. I watched as his cock slowly began to disappear into her. I was seeing up real close and very personal exactly what he did to me. I watched as he buried himself all the way inside of her, then I watched as he slowly pulled out of her right before my eyes. His dick seemed to just keep coming and coming out of her hole. Finally it rested against her opening and again he slowly pushed back inside of her. Watching this was driving me nuts with pleasure, but then having Jane's mouth making love to my pussy just added to the heat of the moment. I wanted to put my mouth on her clit and add some pleasure to what she was already receiving. However, with those big black balls bouncing back and forth, and then with Rocky cramming himself as deep as he did, well, there just wasn't room for my face between Jane's legs. I grabbed my own breasts and worked my nipples as I watched this lovely sight and lost myself to Jane's mouth. Rocky pulled out and when he did I saw that it there was just enough room for me to stretch upwards and take his cock in my mouth. Because of the angle, I could not get as much of it as I desired. I let him go and he slid it back inside Jane, He pulled out enough again for me to do it again, so I arched my mouth up to try and get more of his cock in me and maybe down my throat. I wanted his cock inside my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and moved back inside of Jane. This went on and on, over and over. I climaxed with so many small climaxes that I just lay there and trembled. Jane was going absolutely nuts as this went on. She was moving her hips, trying frantically to recapture Rocky's cock as it would go into my mouth, and then she would moan like crazy when he thrust it back in. 

After what seemed like the most wonderful passing of time, I watched as Rocky began to drill Jane. I mean, really DRILL her. He was riding his cock all the way in and all the way out, faster and faster, harder and harder. I watched as his balls swung and at times hit my forehead. Then when he stopped and crammed his dick as deep as it would go I saw his balls doing a dance right at my eyes as he ejaculated and ejaculated and ejaculated again. His balls twisted and curled as he dumped his sperm inside Jane, and she was beside herself with pleasure, and the beauty of it all captured me. After a very long time, I watched as Rocky slowly pulled out. When his cock popped out, his sperm came with it. Jane arched her hips down and squatted on my face and gobs and gobs of his sperm rolled out of her open, still flexing hole and into my open, waiting, sucking mouth. The warm, slimy cum made me feel wonderful as I worked to suck out every last, tiny drop from her pulsing, dripping cunt.

I felt my legs being lifted up as Jane sort of sat up, but she kept her juicy pussy pressed against my mouth. I had to move a little to breathe. I felt someone moving in between my legs and I felt that welcome feeling of a cockhead ready to plunge forward into my hot little hole. I felt it fill me up and begin fucking hard and fast. The man did not stay on me long, he ejaculated in me and pulled out. I am not sure but from the angle I think Jane was holding my legs up and back by holding my feet. This in turn raised my bottom up so none of the sperm deposited in my cunt could come out. I felt another man replace the rabbit. He was rather small, however he did stay with it a little longer. He made his deposit and then came another and another. 

It was becoming hard to breathe because with every man who took me, Jane would shift around, grinding her pussy tighter against me. I managed to get my hands under her butt and I pushed her up and off of my face. Jane did not let go; she kept me bent backward so long that my legs tingled from going to sleep. My pussy, however, was doing a lot more than tingling; it was throbbing and twitching as man after man fucked me in the lounge. Every one of them fucked my pussy. I surprised myself by hoping that one or two of them would do me in my ass, but that did not happen. Every now and then, I would feel Jane's hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit and quickly sliding three or four fingers in and out of my open hole between men. 

I have no idea how much time passed, When Jane let my legs go, she moved her mouth to my now wide-open, sperm-filled pussy. I felt her licking and sucking the cum out of me. It was so disgusting, so sick, and so fucking nasty that I loved it and I found I wished I was doing that to her. I shuddered again and again with her mouth dancing in and on my cunt. I worked her pussy again as she did me. She did not have any more sperm in her for me to get out. I found myself disappointed. She finally got up off me and we looked around the room. There were no more men, Jane said, "Looks like it is quitting time, honey. Come five o'clock these boys run out of here. So tell me, how did you like your first day here at work? Isn't this the best job ever?"

I just rolled over onto my side. I felt so drained, and my cunt still felt swollen, however, I did not feel all that horny. My poor pussy was showing the signs of being abused all day; and my jaw hurt so much I did not want to speak. It was like my mind clicked and I knew I could go home. Jane was the first to get up. As she fluffed and fixed herself to get ready to go home, she said, "Honey, the boys love you. You are going to do good. Now, make sure you're here at 7:30 tomorrow. Ballard will want to be first. If you don't start him off first thing, he will be on your ass all day and then at 5:00 he'll have you in his office till who knows when. My advice is, start off the day with him, and if you do, you won't see him again all day."

I managed to get up and looking back at me from the mirror was a woman who I did not know. My hair was messy, I had sperm in it, I had no lipstick left, my eye shadow had ran, my makeup was a disaster. To top everything else off, I had locked my purse in my trunk because I did not want to bring anything personal up to my desk, so I had to walk out to my car looking like a whore who just fucked a company of Army men. I grabbed some tissues and attempted to fix what I could. After a good 15-20 minutes, I just gave up, looked in the mirror and said to the woman looking back at me: "They want a nasty ass whore around here, so I guess they will have to just like it or leave me alone."



Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 5



I opened the door and held my head up as I went to my desk, grabbed my keys and walked downstairs. The men who were making catcalls this morning were now standing around. Some of them were pointing at me, others laughing. One man quickly closed his door so his customer wouldn't see me (I think). I heard one man call out, "You were hot upstairs. If you want, you can hang around here for awhile. It looks like it is going to be a slow night, and we could all party." I looked at him, smiled and said, "Can't. Got to get on home." 

I wasn't lying. I had to hurry and get home before Bill did. I figured I had enough time to get home, shower, douche and give myself an enema, then still have time to make Bill his supper. As I walked to my car, I heard air escaping from between my legs. Air was whooshing from my vagina, along with wetness. I thought that Jane, as much as she sucked on my pussy, should have gotten all of the sperm out of me. It was apparent that she had missed some. Then, of course, I also had sperm dripping out of my ass as I walked. I could feel the wetness and the crusty cum on my stockings. I smelled like sperm. I reeked of it. A couple men gong to their cars that worked in service waved and said some things that, to be honest, I blocked out of my mind. 

I did not want to speak with anyone, I wanted to get home and scrub off this day of perversion. Once in my car, I drove straight home. Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but there was certainly enough of it. And the men in the vans, trucks and other higher vehicles would go nuts when I was alongside of them. My skirt was so short that every one of them could see my bare pussy, along with my dirty stockings and my messy face and hair. I had offers for sex yelled at me maybe 15 times. 

I was beginning to get scared when I thought I saw a car following me, I drove all around watching it and finally they (two men) got caught behind a car at a red light. I saw that and I was gone. I pulled into my garage and closed the door so no one would see me get out of the car. I looked at my watch and found I had a good two hours before Bill got home, so it was going to be a bath instead of a shower. I had to soak. I had to take control over my body and make sure I had no signs that could possibly let Bill know that I had sex today with another man. What the FUCK am I thinking? I fucked so many men today I have no idea how many actually did use my cunt. Then to try to figure out the blowjobs, and all the anal? I felt lucky to be alive and I felt lucky not to be raw between my legs. The way my jaw felt, soup seemed the perfect supper meal tonight. 

Going into the bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I could feel sperm on my inner thighs, most of which was crusted. Reaching down between my legs I touched myself and found that my vulva was still swollen and still, surprisingly, very wet. My clit felt a tiny bit sore. When I slid a finger inside my hole, it seemed to open the floodgates. Gobs of sperm came running out. I decided to see if the same would happen if I touched my butthole. I did and it did. I looked again at myself in the mirror and saw myself standing there with both of my hands touching my most private places. I thought just for one tiny moment that it might be nice to try and get a climax standing there like that. I felt my eyes locked on my wrist as I kept playing. I said out loud talking to the woman in the mirror, "STOP IT!" 

I listened to myself and began to strip. I decided I better hide my clothes so Bill would not see them. I put them in the bottom of the laundry basket and began my hot bath. Getting into the bath, I just put my head back and began to try to forget the day's events. The harder I tried to put them out of my mind, though, the more I kept remembering. As I lay there, I tried to focus my mind on Bill and just how much I loved him. God, that was the wrong thing to do. When I began to think of him, my eyes teared up and all I could then think of was how I had betrayed him. I was lying there thinking if only Bill knew he could help me fight this sick bastard. 

My excitement turned to disgust again as I laid there talking to myself. The bad part about all of it was I was answering myself. So I guess this was the first sign of going out of my mind. First, I thought to myself, "Can Ballard be right? Am I really nothing but a slut, a woman that lives to just fuck men?" I said out loud, "Hell, no! All that is going on is you have been tricked into screwing men for his pleasure, not yours." Then I thought, "You can't help it, you have always loved sex. Sex with Bill has always been hot. Ballard is wrong; he is tricking you into thinking you are a slut." I said out loud, "Yeah, but if you didn't love fucking those men why did you go crazy today doing all those things with them and Jane?" I thought, "You had to, you had to make everyone believe that you are nothing but a fucking, nasty ass whore living to be fucked. You had no choice." 

I then said, "That isn't true. You could have made them do it in the office, but you wanted to do it in the lounge. You wanted to fuck all those men. You wanted to get fucked in your ass and cunt at the same time because you love it so damn much -- you can't lie to me." I heard the door open and Bill say, "Honey, I'm home!" 

I stopped fighting with myself when I heard him walking into the bedroom and then the bath. He came over to the tub and bent down to kiss me. I smiled and said, "You're home early today. I haven't started supper yet." Bill said, "That's all right, I figured as much and I brought some pizza home. My, you look lovely lying there like that. Want me to rub your back?" Now I know my husband, and when he talks like that, it means he is interested in having sex. At first I became frightened thinking that he would be able to tell I had cheated on him. Then I looked at his crotch and I could see he was beginning to get hard. I smiled back at him and said, "Well, I'm ready to get out. Why don't you take a shower and I'll wait for you on the bed." 

Bill helped me get out of the tub and we kissed. Bill was really turned on; I forgot how easy he gets turned on seeing me naked. I grabbed his cock and he was very hard. He reached for me and I quickly broke free and said, "Oh, no, you don't. Take a shower first; you stink of sweat." He stripped and got in the shower as I dried off and got under the sheets. I did not want him to see my vagina, I felt if he did get a look at it he could tell I was swollen and abused down there. As I waited for him I had all kinds of things going through my mind. I felt excitement and I was scared at the same time. Would he be able to tell? Would he notice how big my pussy was? Was I stretched so much that I could not feel him? Would I come with him? Could I get through this without being found out? 

Bill walked in all dried off and slid under the sheets with me. I decided the best thing to do was to get him off real fast, because that way I might get away with him not seeing anything different. I quickly got under the sheets and went after his cock. I know he loves to 69 but I knew that if we did, he would know something was different between my legs. I moved down the bed and worked his cock fast and furious. He moaned and was breathing hard. I knew he was close. I could not remember just how long it had been so I just knew if he had not been jacking off, I was going to get a huge load in my mouth. I knew it was going to be there at any moment. 

I stopped and I moved up to straddle him, Bill always loves it when I get on top and work his cock with my cunt. I knelt over his dick and squatted down, feeling it fill my well-fucked hole. What I really loved was hearing him groan as my cunt lips engulfed his cock. He felt tight to me, so I knew that in spite of all the fucking today, I was still nice and tight to my loving husband. Once I had him inside of me, I began to move back and forth. God, I love the way it feels fucking my husband like this. I felt my clit rubbing his dick as I moved my hips back and forth like that. I heard him say, "Fuck, Pam, you're so fucking wet. Oh, Jesus, you're so good. I can't wait, I'm sorry, I'mmm ... oh fuckkk." 

He grabbed my hips and held onto me as I ground myself fast on him as if I was going to climax with him. I was right, he was loaded for bear: He ejaculated and ejaculated and ejaculated. I thought he was never going to stop pumping his seed into me. I leaned forward and we kissed passionately as I flexed my muscles surrounding his cock. I told him, "I want to try clean you." I raised myself up off of his shrinking cock and I brought my mouth to it. I felt Bill grabbing for my hips and once he had hold of me he pulled me to him. I did not want him to clean me because I was afraid I still had some cum in me left over from today. I felt him pulling my left leg open and over his head. I decided I better not fight him too much or I would cause him to wonder why. 

I brought my cunt down to him and when his lips touched my cunt, it felt like electricity. Just the thought of what he was doing, and knowing how much I loved doing all the screwing I took earlier in the day, made me feel incredible. I flexed my inner muscles and I knew that his -- and whoever else's -- sperm was emptying into his mouth. It was so fucking nasty that it was a turn-on beyond belief. I worked his cock with my mouth, thinking if I was good, I could get him hard again. I felt him begin to slow down licking me, and no matter how hard I tried to get him hard again, he was out for the count. I raised up a little so he would not suffocate. And before I knew it I heard snoring. Bill fell asleep under me. 

I got off of him, and gently covered him up as I went out to the kitchen naked. I felt my wonderful afterglow as I walked. I almost could not believe it; Bill had not noticed anything different about me. I figured it was because he was so turned on. (You know how men are, they start thinking with their little head and all the blood just leaves the big head leaving very little blood for thinking straight.) Opening the pizza box, I saw that Bill had eaten half of it on his way home. I ate what was left and watched some TV. About 9:30 I decided to get to bed and sleep. 

I woke briefly when Bill kissed me goodbye the next morning. I said, "I love you, honey, you know that, don't you?" Bill smiled and said, "I'll see you tonight, honey. Maybe we can have a rematch?" I moaned softly and said, "That would be nice." Now, I knew that would not happen but it was a lovely thought. It was still dark out and I went back to sleep. 

I heard the buzzer going off. Stretching, I laid there a moment, thinking how my day was going to go. The moment I began thinking of that I could not believe that I became sexually excited. I mean, I felt a tingling between my legs and my mind began to remember yesterday and all the pleasure I received. I caught myself before it was too late and flung the sheets off of me to get up. It was one thing to be forced to be the company whore, but I sure as hell was not going lay there and masturbate because for a moment it turned me on. 

After a quick shower and putting my makeup on, it was time to choose what to wear or, actually, what little to wear. I picked a pair of white stockings, black garter, and a short red skirt that did not fit skin tight. Although I knew it would definitely show my ass as I walked. I choose a black, push-up bra. I knew that Ballard was obsessed with the way I dressed and I knew he wanted me to show myself off, so before putting it on, I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut two big holes so my nipples would show through my thin, white, almost-see-through blouse. After fixing my hair, I decided to use the darkest red lipstick I had. I looked at myself and I thought, "All you need is a stick of gum and you'd look just like one of those women that walk the street." 

Driving into the dealership, I had all kinds of men in vans, trucks and those bigger cars looking in at me. I felt funny; it wasn't excitement, and it wasn't shame. I just felt different the way when they would all honk their horns and yell something at me. One yelled, "How much for a blow job?" Another yelled, "Want a date, baby?" I ignored them, yet something inside made me feel dirty -- and, well yes, a tiny bit excited. 

I parked my car close to the door and took a deep breath before I got out. By the time I opened the door one of the salesmen had run up to it and opened it for me. I saw him looking at my stocking-covered legs and when I felt a rush of air hit me on my bare pussy, I knew he was there to get a free look. So I put my left leg out, opening myself very wide, knowing that he could see everything down there. He whistled and then said, "I'm going to make salesman of the month next month so I can be with you every afternoon." I gave him a big smile as I stood up, then kissing his cheek I whispered in his ear, "I can't wait." 

I wound my arm through his as we walked inside, and he walked with me to the stairs and I went on up. It was 7:30 on the dot as I put my clutch purse in my desk drawer. Ballard's door was open and he saw me. "Come in here, Pam," he yelled. "Lets get a look at you." I went inside and he said, "My, I think you are the hottest gal I ever had working here. Go get your black rubber dick and get back in here. I want a blow job while I watch you fuck that cunt of yours." I turned around, went to my desk and pulled out the big one I used in his office yesterday. Going back inside his office I asked, "Want the door open or closed?" He said, "Close it." 

As I walked over to him behind his desk, he stood up and undid his pants. He sat back down and I knelt in front of him. After inserting the rubber cock inside myself, I leaned forward and took his half-hard cock in my mouth. Just as I went all the way down on him, his telephone rang. He reached up and put it on hands-free. I went to stop sucking but he said, "Don't stop sucking my cock, Pam, this won't take long." Then I heard the voice on the phone say, "Fuck, I heard you got a new secretary. If I know you, she's down between your legs right now, sucking your puny ass dick." Ballard barked back and said, "Jesus, Carson, your timing sucks. What the fuck do you want? I'm busy right now." Carson said, "Busy, my ass. You don't fucking know what work is. Hey, I want to meet her tonight. What do you say we have a little party at your place, what do ya say? Ballard said, "Tonight, hell yes, great idea. Sure, I'll call Betty and get it set up, It won't be big, just some close friends." 

The man interrupted and said, "Don't forget Duke. I got to see Duke in action. Do you think she can handle him?" Ballard said, "Hell yes, fuck yes. Duke, yeah, she can handle him easily. Now this isn't going to be a big party, after all, we don't want to wear my new gal out. Tell you what. I'll have her and her husband come over, and I'll invite Jane to keep Betty busy as well as her husband." I heard that and froze. Ballard barked out, "Don't you fucking stop now, bitch! Suck that cock!" I heard Carson laugh and say, "Jesus, Bill you're fucking crazy. But I'll be there at 8 for cocktails, see you then." Ballard hit the button again and there was silence. Well, sort of. Ballard was breathing fast and his cock was stiff as a rock. I knew he was close. I felt him grab my hair and pull me back. He did it so fast it caught me off balance. I ended up on my back still holding the black fake cock inside my cunt. 

He stood up and began jacking off, standing between my legs. He said, "Fuck it, honey, slam that thing into yourself. I want to watch you get off!" I watched his hand running up and own his prick as I began to fuck my cunt with the black rubber cock while lying on the floor at his feet. I reached down with my free hand and began rubbing my clit. It did not take me long before I was moaning in self-pleasure. Watching him jerk off, I was hoping he would shoot his stuff the same time I climaxed. I heard him moan and I kept my eyes on the head of his dick. It swelled up and as I felt my climax hitting the top of my head I saw it, I saw the end open and spurt after spurt of sperm shot out landing on my open exposed legs and stockings. 

He finished and pulled up his pants. I lay there, still coming slowly down from my orgasm. Ballard said, "Not bad, Pam. Now, you better get out there; I think you're going to be every popular today. Oh, yeah, you heard Carson -- you and your husband are invited for dinner tonight. You can dress the way you did your first month here. Tell your husband that you two are invited to my house to meet the deputy mayor tonight because I want you to meet some of the city officials we work with." I got up and said, "Mr. Ballard, I'm not sure Bill can make it. He goes to bed early because he gets up early." 

Ballard said, "I don't think I said ask him, I said tell him. I want him there and that is final. Now get your ass out there and keep my boys happy." I turned, holding my rubber dick. I walked out into my office area. It was 10 minutes to 8 and I thought I better call Bill's work and ask him to call me on his lunch hour. Grabbing the phone I dialed his office and when the lady answered I said, "Hi, this is Mrs. Jackson. Could I leave a message for my husband to call me at lunch, please?" The woman said, "You're in luck, Mrs. Jackson, he's here now. Let me get him."

That caught me off guard because just as she said that a Mexican man wearing the "get-ready" shirt walked in, and I knew he was my 8 a.m. appointment. As I sat there waiting for my husband to come to the phone, the man walked straight over to my chair and reached down between my legs, trying to insert a finger inside me. He began kissing the back of my neck, then said, "Come on, baby, I ain't got all day. Get off the phone." I covered the mouthpiece with my hand and said, "It isn't 8 o'clock yet, and I have to talk to my husband, so be quiet." I guess that turned him on because he really began to work at inserting his fingers in me. I felt his other hand begin to rub my breast and work my nipple. I felt myself losing control because of his manipulations, rubbing my clit and nipples, working a finger in and out of my now very wet pussy. Finally Bill came to the phone.

"Hi, honey," he said. "What's so important that you called me here at work?" I said, "Sorry, dear, but my boss was invited to the deputy mayor's house tonight for dinner and he wants us to go so you and I can meet the new people I am going to be working with. I told him I didn't think you could make it, but I promised him I would call you." I heard Bill say, "Deputy mayor, huh? Wow! Sure, what time?" I said. "My boss told me 8 but knowing him, we better be there before 8. I want to make a good impression." It was getting extremely hard to concentrate now because my assaulter, the guy actually molesting me, was working me real good. I opened my legs as wide as I could, allowing him complete freedom to finger me. His kisses on the back of my neck, along with that fingering, was driving me wild. I began to move my hips in my chair, fucking back against his fingers as I talked with my husband. I guess I forgot myself and I gave out a tiny moan. My husband picked up on it right away and said, "What you moaning about, baby? You OK" I moaned again and with a very sexy voice said, "I was thinking of what I am going to do to you tonight after we get home from the party. I got to go; you would not believe what I got going on in my office right now. I love you, Bill." My husband said, "I love you too. See you tonight about 6."

As I hung up the phone, I felt a climax coming on me hard and fast. I grabbed hold of the side of my desk with both hands as the man behind me brought me to a wonderful orgasm. My whole body shook in my chair as I came, and I heard a woman's voice almost yelling, "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, of baby, OH BABY, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK ME OH GODDDD." As I realized that woman's voice was me, I shuddered in a hard climax brought on by this stranger who had fingered me as I spoke with my husband over the phone. 




Blackmailed Into Perversion Ch. 5



He pulled away from me and said, "Now you do me." I turned my chair around and faced him, I reached up, unbuckled his pants and unzipped his zipper. He was not wearing underwear, so his hard cock popped out right in front of my face. I leaned forward in my chair and engulfed his dick with my mouth and slammed it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and began pumping in and out, fucking my face. I timed my breathing with his strokes and I cupped his balls lovingly with my hands. He moaned as he emptied his balls inside my mouth. I took every last drop and then he slowly pulled back. He was finished. He reached down, pulled up his pants and, after refastening them, he said, "Not bad. You suck good. I got some time left, so I'm going to go get something to eat. 

He walked out, leaving me sitting there, legs open, almost panting from the wild climax that I had just a minute ago. I looked at the wall clock and it was 10 after 8. I thought to myself, "Wham-bam and not even a thank you, ma'am." I turned to face my desk and remembered that Ballard's camera under my desk, so I left my legs open. I leaned back a little and just gently touched myself, feeling the wetness between my legs. I was a little surprised that my first morning appointment was so quick and in such a hurry. I had been sure he would want me to do him and some of his friends. I sat there not knowing if I was happy about him being so quick like that and all I had to do was suck him off, or if I was sad because he was so quick. I was glad that I had climaxed. I guess what really turned me on so much and so fast was talking to Bill as a complete stranger was sexually touching me, driving me crazy with lust.

I had seen the man once or twice, but I did not know his name. I knew that if I sat there at my desk, Ballard would expect me to play with myself and fuck myself for him and his damn cameras. I thought I could pass the time by getting up and going downstairs until my 9 a.m. appointment. I thought maybe I could just walk around and that way I wouldn't have to fuck anyone. I thought about my old office downstairs and the coffeepot. I walked down and, of course, as I did the sales staff all whistled their wolf whistles. 

I walked into the office and Clark, the used car manager, and Peter, the new car manager, were talking to Martinez, the service manager. I walked over to the pot of coffee trying to not look at them. But Clark called over to me: "Hey, Pam, you look hot as hell. Why don't you come to my office? I got this bone to pick in you, I mean with you." They all laughed. I didn't want to go with him, but I knew I could not snub them and I also knew that if he or his companions wanted, I would be sucking them or screwing them. There was all kind of activity going on on the other side of the glass where the service writers were with the customers, writing up the daily work tickets. Trying to be very cute and coy, I walked up to the three managers and said, "Why waste time going to your office? Let's just use the desk and you can fuck me here while the customers watch. You know, we can put on a little show for them."

They all broke out laughing and Martinez said, "Oh, no, you ain't gonna fuck here. I don't want any of those people calling the cops. You guys go do it in Clark's office." I did not expect them to stop working or talking or whatever they were doing when I walked in; I sort of felt like it was all a joke. But when Peter said, "I think I'll go with you two. I understand from the boys that Pam here has a thing for doing two men at the same time. Don't you, honey?" I smiled and said, "My, word does get around this place fast. Can you two do me as good as old Jake and Pat? You know, they are two very big men." 

I was hoping to somehow get out of this and I thought maybe saying just how big and good Jake and Pat were, they might back off. I wasn't thinking very clearly, I just knew I made a big mistake coming downstairs like this and now I was going to pay dearly for it. Clark said, "Honey, those two can't hold a candle to us. You're going to be walking bowlegged the rest of the day." They laughed and I had to join in. We walked out of the main store and over to the used car lot. As I walked between the two men, I could see everyone looking at us, and I mean everyone. The men outside cleaning the cars, the salesmen on the new car showroom, the salesmen standing in front of the used car office drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. 

As we walked up the stairs into Clark's office, one of the salesmen said to Clark and Peter, "Watch out she don't wear you two out. She'll fuckin' drain you real fast. If you need any help, give us a yell." Clark said, "We don't need any help, go sell some cars." Clark closed his blinds and Peter stood behind me. I quickly felt him working his fingers in my asshole, so I knew what he was interested in. Clark turned, saw us and said, "Hey, wait for me, guys." He walked over to where we were standing and reached for my pussy. I reached down for his cock and felt him nice and stiff under his slacks. Clark kissed me on the lips as Peter kissed the back of my neck. I felt a hand working my nipples through my blouse. I reached down and grabbed the sides of my skirt to pull it up out of their way. The hands left me and they began to undo their pants. I heard them both drop and I felt two hard cocks poking at me front and rear.

Peter said, "How do you want to do this, Clark?" Clark broke his kiss and said, "I don't know, how do you want to do it, baby?" I said softly, "Standing up. I love it standing like this. Can you do it like that?" Peter was working his fingers in my ass now; I was sure he had at least two, maybe three, inside me working my butthole open. I had hold of both of their cocks, stroking them, wanting to feel them inside of me. They were not huge, yet they were not small, either. I knew I was in for a treat even if they were not as big as I can take. Clark was the first to try to insert himself into me. Talk about difficult, geez. Because of our very different heights, it was far from a perfect match. It was only when I told him to lift me up so I could wrap my legs around him that he was able to get inside. Peter was a little more limber, because just as soon as Clark was inside my cunt, I felt Peter's cock pushing in my ass. 

Because he had worked my butt hole the way he did, there was no pain whatsoever. I felt his cock fill me and I moaned with pleasure. I held onto Clark, bouncing up and down, riding his cock in my pussy as Peter crammed himself in and out my ass. I couldn't believe it, but I began to climax almost immediately on Peter's entry. I mean, I was so fucking hot. With kissing Clark so hot and passionately while Peter was kissing my ears and neck. Then add to that the fingers working my clit, my hole and my ass, along with my breasts. My body was on fire. Anyone standing outside the door could easily hear me begging them to fuck me, fuck me faster and harder. Along with hearing them panting and breathing hard as they both labored to fuck me the hardest. I broke my kiss with Clark and rested my head on his shoulder. I clung to him as my body rocked hard over and over, one climax after another shuddering through my body.

Peter was the first to come. I felt his cock pulsing inside my ass and it drove me crazy with pleasure. He pulled out and Clark held me and I clung to him as he rammed up into me over and over. I felt a breeze as the door opened and Clark yelled to Peter, "Send Greg in here. I owe him." I heard Peter yell to Greg to come inside and when the door shut, Clark managed to say between his grunts: "Greg, remember that $3 I owe you from yesterday? If you want to call it even, you can fuck her in the ass with me." I heard Greg say, "Deal. I haven't had a piece of ass for 3 bucks since I was in 'Nam."

"Wait a minute," Clark said. "I can't take much more standing up. Help me get her down. I'll lay down on my back and after I'm back inside her, you take her ass." They lifted me off of Clark and he lay on his couch. I got on top of him, facing his head, and went to work, grinding my cunt up and down his cock. I felt Greg move behind me and, what with all the sperm that was coming out of my ass, he slid in easy and fast. It was much easier this way and with the way I was fucking Clark, he did not last much longer. Greg moaned as he plunged as deep as he could inside me. He rested a moment, then pulled his spent dick out of my wide-open ass. I lay on top of Clark, exhausted, catching my breath as Greg walked out. I felt Clark pushing me up, so I moved and stood. I pulled my skirt down from around my hips and rebuttoned my blouse. I felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet.

I looked at the clock on his desk, and it said 10 to 9, so I knew I needed to get back to my desk because someone from Parts would be there for his fun with me. I went to the toilet there in the office and with my fingers I straightened my hair as best I could. I looked in the mirror and I looked a mess. I did the best that I could to fix myself and as I did, I could hear men outside the window talking about me. The things they said made me sick with myself even more. I heard a man say, "Man, she is such a whore. She is the worst skank I ever saw. Yesterday she took me down her throat and didn't gag, and then she took Rocky's cock all the way inside of her." Another man said, "No fucking way. Even Jane couldn't take him all the way unless he fucked her in her ass. This new girl took him in her ass, didn't she?" The other man said, "Sure she did, but first he had every bit of his dick up her nasty ass cunt. I tell you, I bet this slut could fuck a horse." 

I just stood there with tears in my eyes, I was nothing to these people, nothing but something to screw and talk about. I hated myself for loving the feelings I got from fucking these bastards. I hated the fact that once I got turned on, I would do anything to get my desired pleasures. I hated the fact that I loved sucking these assholes' cocks, giving them pleasure just so they could talk about me the next day as a "fucking skank." I wiped my eyes and decided I better leave before I could no longer hold back my crying, crying that I wanted to do so badly. 

I walked out and no one was in the office. I looked outside and there were five men, all standing at or near the bottom of the stairs to the office. I saw that I had to walk past them, past the boys cleaning the cars, across the street again, past the people walking around the new car lot and into the showroom to go back upstairs. Looking at that long, hard walk, I did not want to move, I wanted to go hide, hide somewhere maybe they wouldn't find me. But I knew that wouldn't work. I was Ballard's company whore. I bit my lower lip and walked out the door, down the stairs and past the men. As I did, one of them said, "You come on back again any time you want some more, doll, ya hear?" All the men laughed. I recognized his voice as the son of a bitch who was saying I was a nasty ass skank. I stopped, looked him in the eyes and said, "OK, and when I do, I'll ask just for you." Then I turned to make the very long walk back to my office. As I walked, I told myself: No matter what happens, never leave the main office building again. 

I wanted to tell the asshole that said that to me to hold his breath till he ever saw me again or to go fuck himself. I wanted to let him know just what kind of an asshole I thought he was. The worst part of walking back like that was all the sperm that was leaking out of me, running down my legs. I wanted to stop and somehow wipe the insides of my thighs to somehow get rid of it, but how could I without making myself look even worse? I could hear all the catcalls and remarks as I walked back. And the way the couples looking at cars looked at me was a whole other thing. The men who worked at the dealership knew who and what I was; to these people looking at cars, I can't imagine what they thought of me. 

I made it to my desk and it was 10 after the hour. I saw Reggie from Parts sitting waiting for me. I said, "Hi, Reggie, I'm sorry I'm late, I got hung up." He said, "Yeah, Mr. Ballard told me you where being delayed over with the used car manager in a meeting and would be a minute or two late." I realized that Ballard must have watched me over in the used car office. I put on a big smile and said, "I was wondering when you and I would get together, Reggie. You know all those times you came over and talked with me, I wondered what it would be like to do you." I was hoping Ballard was listening, I wanted him to believe I wanted this. How could any man think a woman could possibly want to do this? How could any sane man think a woman married to the person she loves could be this kind of woman? 

I mean, is it a woman's fault if she gets raped and her body responds to the sex? Does that mean when a woman gets raped that she is a slut or a whore just because she loses it and she ends up climaxing? After all, if she is forced, how can she be held responsible for a normal body function? Ballard was a very sick man; he uses women and he gets off forcing women to do things for his sick, perverted pleasures. He had me right now, but I swear to God (if there is a God), I am going to make him pay and pay dearly for making me act this way day after day, hour after hour. I may not be able to control how much pleasure I get from all this sick sex, but I sure as hell don't have to like being and acting like a street walker. 

I put my hand out to Reggie and asked, "What your pleasure? Do you want a nice loving blowjob or are you ready to indulge into some hot pussy?" Reggie smiled, stood up, kissed my hand and said, "How about a little of both?" I replied, "I was hoping you would say that. Now, you do know if we go to the lounge, anyone can come in, don't you? Are you in a sharing mood or would you rather just do it here?" Reggie said, "Oh, no, I ain't doing it here, I don't like it when everyone walks by looking in. I'll make sure it is just me and you in the lounge. That is, unless you, I mean, do you want …?" I stopped him with a finger to his lips and said softly, "Reggie, dear, it is not what I want, it is what you want. For the next hour, I am all yours." 

He said, "Good. It is going to be just you and me. Anyone wants part of my hour, they got hell to pay and an ass-whipping coming." He took my hand and we walked down to the lounge. When we got there Reggie pulled out a little handmade sign he had in his shirt; he had some tape in his pocket and he hung up his little sign on the door. I read it and smiled. It said: "Keep out, lounge is closed" and under it was signed, "Reggie, Parts." We went inside and I asked, "Do you think that will stop anyone?" He looked at me, smiled and said, "It always has in the past. You would be surprised just how much pull a parts man has around a dealership. The service people won't fuck with me or, for that matter, will any of the departments. All, and I mean every, part that comes in here goes through my hands. Everyone knows better than to fuck with me or they'll be waiting weeks for a part. Now, did we come here to talk about me or for sex?"