Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Mavis felt a flood of gratitude toward Willie. After all, he was going to use a thousand dollars of his money to help shield her. "I can't get my thousand until Monday, either, come to think of it. And I'll have to tell Connie."

"Well, don't tell Phil!" Mavis pleaded.

Mavis stopped breathing as Willie's piercing blue eyes held hers for a long moment, then he looked away. "It's a big favor I'm doing you, Mavis-a thousand-dollar favor!"

"I know, Willie," she muttered. And she felt that her agreement was tantamount to admitting she was guilty of embezzling from the store. "I don't know how I can repay you for absorbing half of the theft-that I didn't commit!" she added one more effort of self-defense.

"Perhaps not, Mavis," Willie shook his head, tone weary, "but it occurs to me that there is one little thing you can do for me that will take part of the sting out of my giving up a thousand bucks of my money.

Phil need never know…Connie will never know…no one will knowexcept just us."

Mavis was aware of a sinking, sickening sensation like a cold lump in her belly. There were strings attached to Willie's sharing the theft loss with her!

She dreaded asking what it was-but knew she would in a minute. And she knew she would do whatever it was Willie wanted her to do.

"What do you want me to do, Willie?" she asked, feeling hopeless and helpless. She couldn't meet his gaze, instead dropped her eyes and stared again at his slowly swinging foot. Intuitively, she knew what he was going to demand.

"No one but us will ever know," Willie repeated softly.

"What the hell is it?" Mavis almost screamed at him.

"Let's fuck!" he said bluntly.

Mavis was stunned. For a moment her mind wouldn't function. Yet, she had sensed what he was going to require of her. He wanted to use her body in payment for his big, thousand-dollar favor!

Mavis laughed shrilly, giddily. God! how ludicrous and ironically funny. Before Willie had called her, she had just about made up her mind to defy Miriam and Connie and tell them swapping was out, as far as she was concerned. Yet, now, she was backed into a corner she hadn't counted on. And Willie had his own lever to get to her. And it seemed more catastrophical than the threat of Miriam telling everyone she had once-only briefly-been a prostitute. All by himself, Willie had a way to get into her panties! The prospect of going to prison was terrifying!

Who could have stolen the money, her mind worried. Dell Emerson? She knew he needed money desperately to continue in law school. And he wanted to marry Becky Samon. But he needed his job at the store. Would he risk losing it by stealing from his employer? Oh, God! Everything was so complicated and confusing.

"Well?" Willie pursued gently, voice mild.

She met his gaze briefly. His eyes seemed kindly and sincere. With a gulp, she disposed of the remainder of the whiskey in her glass and set it on the corner of his desk. She struggled for words. "Just this one time, Willie? That will be it? You won't pressure me into doing it with you again? Like-like blackmail?"

"My God, no!" Willie grunted, tone of voice injured. "And don't look at it in that light, Mavis! Just call it a favor for a favor! I've admired you for so long. You're beautiful and alluring! Phil is so lucky to have such a ravishing beauty for a wife!"

"Connie is beautiful, Willie," Mavis snapped, rising to her feet. Her insides felt cold and she wondered if her unwilling vagina could or would accommodate his instrument. Something in her mind seemed to assume the roll of cold logic-play it like a whore…take him in… work him off fast and get his thing out of you!

With trembling fingers, she fumbled at the buttons of her dress. A torrid lightning bolt lanced through her, seeming to start in her breasts and exploding deep in the womb. "One time and one time only, Willie! I'll fuck you just this once!"

She slipped her arms out of the dress and let it drape down over her hips. She smiled faintly as he stared at her pale, smooth skin, eyes ogling the luscious breasts that were barely contained by the low-cup bra. His swelling erection was about ready to poke through his zipper.

She felt he would blow his wad fast and she would be done with himwouldn't even get up a sweat.

She freed the remaining buttons and let the dress fall around her ankles and stepped out of it. Slowly, she turned before Willie, clad in nothing but panties, bra and slippers. Take a good look, she thought, grateful for the whiskey she had drunk. Look good-maybe you'll unload in your shorts and I won't have to screw you, after all!

"In the bedroom…in the bedroom!" Willie panted, shucking out of his clothes and stripping down to his shorts. Mavis glanced at him briefly, saw the thick tufts of red hair growing through the slot of his shorts.

The ridge of his joint was long and massive, bent off to the left. She could tell the swollen glans were enormous.

She would bet she could give him a few brisk jackoff strokes and his candle would blow apart. But she turned and strode into the bedroom.

She stood aside as Willie whipped the bed down to the fitted bottom sheet. She wondered how many times he had done that…how many of his employee had found themselves in the middle of this bed, taking on this big, redheaded man.

The burning in her channel was almost painful and her skin had a tingling sensation of fever. She was about to get it…Willie, in seconds, would be plundering her pussy with his sex log.

Hands behind her back, up between the shoulder blades, Mavis parted the bra hooks and flung it away. At the same time, she kicked off her slippers. As Willie turned, she slipped by him and crawled into the middle of the bed, turned onto her back. She peered at him passively as she drew her knees up and spread them, letting him stare at the sleek, inner planes of her creamy thighs. With both hands she caressed the firm, yet pliable flesh and felt wisps of dark blonde pubic hair that escaped around the leg hems of her panties. She would give him his thousand-dollars' worth! But she had to stifle a gasp of dismay as Willie shucked his shorts and grasped his shaft with both hands. He had at least nine inches and it was larger around than a bat handle! And with all that red hair on his body, he was second only to an Irish setter!

He was going to fuck her with THAT!

She cowered mentally as he eased onto the bed, on his knees. Her body shuddered involuntarily as he placed his palms on her narrow, pliable flanks. He forced a gasp through her lips as he pressed his thumbs deep into her tender flesh, ground them roughly into her guts. She was surprised at how cool his hands were on her feverish skin. Her fanny bumped slightly and her feet drummed the mattress.

Oh, God! She was going to be fucked by this man-and her body wanted it! Her cunny was fairly crawling with anticipation for the insertion of his massive pecker! "Oh, Phil!" she moaned, wishing, desperately, it was her husband who was going to give it to her, pump her twat full of man meat!

She strained to help him as he threaded his right arm behind her knees and lifted her rump so he could work her skivvies off over her taut ass. He peeled them, wrong-side out, up her thighs and off over her feet. And she was stark naked before his covetous lust-filled eyes.

Shame was only a nagging ping in the back of her mind as she again spread her knees wide, drew her feet up until the heels were snug against the bottom cheeks. She was going to get it-she needed it. And her being fucked by another man was not adulterous in her mind…she wasn't being promiscuous. Circumstances demanded that she put out to Willie Quentin.

She steadied herself as Willie placed his hands on her knees and eagled them farther apart and crept between her quivering thighs. In seconds he would be burrowing his huge plunger into her and pumping away, deeper and deeper. Then, at the climax of the act, he would hose her snatch full of semen-and her debt to him would be paid. With the fingers of both hands, Mavis parted the labia to reveal the slick, hot rut to accommodate the great head of his prick. She warned it to slide smoothly into her, not grind against dry flesh.