****** Blackmailed by the Neighbor: The Continued Story by Kinky Sue ******
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Blackmailed by the Neighbor: The Continued Story


Well, judging from the responses I've received in the last TWO DAYS I'm
guessing you all want more... Here it is, then:

I'm sure many of you wonder how the first encounter ended. Fortunately for me,
Marcus was quite close to coming, and quite drunk. He forced me to swallow the
seemed gallons of cum that flooded my mouth. Afterwards, he left me, dripping
cum, on the floor so he could lock himself in his room and sleep. Needless to
say, I didn't sleep.

The next morning, I could hardly stand, much less face Marcus at breakfast.
But, I had an obligation to little Tanya, which I had to keep. I mean, when
faced with jail for child neglect, sitting across from Marcus that morning
didn't seem so bad. Until I noted his hangover, I was ready to deal with him.

His eyes were bloodshot, and followed me with every move I made. I couldn't do
anything in privacy. Tower only made it worse. His nose was everywhere I was,
which naturally didn't escape Marcus' eye. And as added strain, Frasier seemed
to notice the scent and behavior associated with a new bitch in the house. His
attention was enough to nearly put me over the top.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the doorbell rang with Marcus' friends
hollering from the other side of the door. I watched Marcus get up and walk out
of the room, where I could hear only low tones being spoken. I tried to get
Tanya to eat a little more, but she yawned and refused, showing me that she was
still tired. I lifted her out of the chair she was perched on and carried her
back upstairs. Along the way, she fell asleep on my shoulder.. I started to get
a bit worried, then remembering that her ear infection medicine was meant to
give this sort of side effect. I laid her down quietly, then heard the door
close downstairs. I sighed and cheered in my head. It would be over.

I walked back down the stairs, into a dark kitchen. I had never understood what
possessed my neighbor to have a completely interior kitchen, with no windows.
In a quick moment, though, it wasn't on my mind. I was grabbed from behind and
my mouth covered with a large, obviously male hand. He held my hands behind my
back with his other hand, once again making me wish I were a larger woman, even
if it were just a bit taller. I've never been tall, standing only 5'4." My
present captor was at least a foot taller and, with a jolt, I realized he was
not Marcus.

I began to struggle, but was rewarded with a twist of my nipple. Marcus' voice
came from the darkness.

"Quiet, you bitch." His voice was rough and raspy, probably the affect of the
alcohol from the night before. "I told the guys about what a fucking little
slut you are, and they wanted a little show. I said you wouldn't disappoint
them."

He began to unbutton the top to my dowdy old flannel pajamas. I squirmed and
tried to pull away, but the man behind me held tight. Marcus pulled the
plackets of the shirt apart and they grinned.

"I didn't get a good look at these last night and I must say, bitch, you're
pretty nice." He put a hand over my left tit and squeezed unmercifully.

I gasped a bit, my eyes having adjusted to the light. I was now watching five
guys ogling my 36D breasts, framed with the worn flannel that now hung limply
from my shoulders. I couldn't stand watching Marcus as he continued to paw me,
pinching and pulling at my nipples. I closed my eyes tight and tried to think
of anything but what they would probably do to me.

My chin was grabbed and squeezed until my eyes popped open. Marcus was staring
into my face and he whispered, "Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to see
all you're good for."

The man who held my arms released me, pulling my pajama top off, then bending
to yank my pants down. I was frozen, knowing I had no course of escape. I heard
them begin to laugh. One of them bent toward me.

"You are a real slut, huh? Parading around in satin? You like guys to see your
panties, whore?"

I shook my head vehemently, rewarded with a slap from one of them. I whimpered
a bit, but stood my ground. I felt the panties they were speaking of slowly
begin to inch down. I looked away, to the clock on the stove. If they weren't
leaving, there were 28 hours until Marcus and Tanya's parents were to return. I
knew that I would have 28 hours of torture to deal with, especially now.

They all whooped with absolute joy when my panties came down, revealing my
shaven cunt. Marcus pushed me down to my knees, and already I knew what he
would have in mind. I bent forward, positioning my weight evenly on hands and
knees. As it had been earlier, Tower and Frasier weren't far from me. In this
position, they nearly lunged at me, eager to breed this new bitch. It took two
of the friends for each dog, just to restrain him.

Marcus spoke up. "Tower's had a chance now, it's Frasier's turn." Marcus turned
to me with a wicked smile, leading Frasier over. "Wouldn't you say it's about
time for Frasier to have a chance?" In my current position, I knew why he was
so excited. Already, I could see that Frasier's cock was much wider and larger
than Tower's. I refused to respond, instead choosing to wordlessly raise my ass
in a sign of my reluctant submission.

The men roared with laughter as I hid my face in shame. They allowed Frasier to
move behind me. He was slightly less considerate than Tower, not preparing me
at all, but instead mounting me right away and thrusting at my pussy, which was
still a bit stretched from the activities of the night before.

I bit my lip, hard, as his wide cock pierced my twat. The dry entry made it a
bit more painful than it had been even last night. My quiet whimpers made the
guys who now surrounded laugh harder than before.

A handful of my hair was grabbed and pulled upward. I couldn't help but follow,
my neck bending at an unnatural angle. A hard, thick cock was presented to me
and, obediently, I opened my lips.

So there I was, being fucked ruthlessly from both ends, with eager cocks
waiting their turn. I sucked hard and fast, hoping to make him cum quickly so
it would be over. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't working as well as I'd hoped.
He didn't cum until the dog's knot, probably about the size of a baseball,
split my cunt lips, then squeezed in. The moan and small squeals I emitted sent
the vibrations over his cock and he shuddered once before filling my mouth. I
swallowed a bit, then put my head down, feeling the huge knot of Frasier's cock
jerking back and forth in my wet pussy. Once more, though, my dark hair was
twisted around a fist and my head was jerked up, another stiff dick presented
to my lips. I sucked quickly again, being shoved forward onto the swollen shaft
with each thrust of Frasier's hips.

Finally, I felt Frasier's cum shooting into my stretched pussy and my mouth
filled with the hot, sticky cum again. I swallowed and squirmed a little,
hoping to dislodge Frasier from his position. My movement, though, only caused
pain for me, in the way of a sharp bite on my shoulder.

I cried out, surprised at the rough handling from Frasier. I was rewarded with
a slap from the man who now stood before me. I quieted and took his cock
between my lips.

As Frasier began to tug his shrinking knot from me, he brushed my clit lightly
and repeatedly. I squirmed and moaned as I began to cum. My muscles were
squeezing Frasier's doggie cock hard and I could feel the cum being pushed out
around his knot and dripping down my legs.

Vaguely, I heard one of them say, "The slut's hot for it now. She's coming!"
Frasier was pulled from me then, the knot nearly ripping me even wider. For a
moment, the sticky cum slid out of my stretched hole and down my thighs. I
could feel someone scooping it off my legs and smearing it on my cunt and ass,
rubbing it all over me. I drank another load of cum at that moment.

After that man pulled his cock from my lips, I remained where I was for a
moment. No one touched me. I looked up slightly, seeing them all standing
there, just looking at me. Marcus bent down a little and slapped my ass as hard
as he could. I dropped my gaze.

He moved behind me and knelt. "I hate sloppy seconds," he said. I could hear
the smugness in his voice. Suddenly I felt a cock pressing at my asshole.

I had put up with enough and I struggled, trying to get away from the grip he
had on my hips. He dug his fingers into my hips and swore loudly. "You little
bitch, sit still or it'll be even worse, you cunt!"

Two of the others moved to my sides and grabbed my arms. They shoved my face
down until I was pressed with my cheek on the floor, my ass high in the air,
and my arms held so I couldn't move. They all cheered Marcus on as he spread my
ass cheeks and put the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass.

"Fuck her hard, Marcus!"

"Show the bitch what she needs to know."

"Fuck her brains out, man!"

I heard it over and over, echoing in my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting
for it.

A sharp smack on my ass surprised me and I tensed all my muscles. Suddenly,
Marcus shoved his hips forward, his cock ramming into my clenched ass. I tried
to squeeze harder, trying to keep him from going further. But he slammed
through, stretching out my ass. I moaned and squealed, but they all just
laughed. Marcus began to move, thrusting in as hard as he could and pulling out
slowly.

I felt each inch of him as he fucked my ass ruthlessly among the triumphant
cheers of his friends. I felt his cum spill into me, though not quite soon
enough for me, and he pulled out, leaving me there on the linoleum floor. Cum
dripped from my cunt and ass. I heard them whispering in the dining room as
Marcus shoved the dogs outside.

Then I knew it would be a very long weekend...

Thanks for all the responses to the last story! I'm glad it was worth the
effort of my writing it! But, for those who wanted to know, this is only a
fantasy of mine... it isn't true. I'm sorry! Either way, I'd love to hear more
from the readers! kinky_sue@hotmail.com