Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"Maybe we'll all get a little sex-servicing!" Connie booted, gulping her coffee royal. "He'll be here in about twenty minutes. Mavis? You got a couple of spare robes or something? We don't want to startle all of the starch out of his pecker by letting him walk in on us naked!"

Mavis glared at Miriam, knowing the threat she implied concerned the short time she had hustled her fanny as a prostitute. "Upstairs, to the right, in the big closet."

She felt helpless. She was going to be fucked by yet another man. And Connie and Mavis were going to watch him pump the prick to her! Her sense of desolation was too great to even consider pending humiliation.

Oh, damn! Her sex orifice was a burning tube! Even her rectal region was searing, tormenting fire. No! No! No! Mavis wallowed in misery. She was going to be fucked again and her body was craving a man-his hard meat!

She was unaware that she was drinking straight bourbon. All her mind could deal with-her conscience-was the reality that soon she would be naked with a man on her, in her, fucking her!

She had never felt more a captive of someone else's will and demands in her life. She was naggingly aware of her knees creeping apart, of cool air on her feverish pussy, of a spasming in her vagina. Her body wanted a man's long, thick, hard cock!

"Ooooooooothhhhh!" she sobbed quietly, baffled that no tears flowed from her eyes.

Dully, numbly, Mavis shuffled to her feet to answer the chimes sounded at the back door. She hesitated a moment, checked her robe, careful it was protecting her modesty. Dumbly, she stared at the tall Dell Emerson. His hair was mussed slightly and she thought absently he had probably done it when he removed his stock apron.

"You need me?" Dell asked, eyes intense. "Mrs. Quentin called and Willie sent me over. What's the matter? What do you want?"

How, Mavis fretted, can I tell you that you are here to fuck me? We are going to fornicate while Connie and Miriam watch because they are going to force us to! Why don't you take your viriled dick and run away?

"Come in," Mavis said flatly. "I'll get you a cup of coffee royal-you may as well get a little drunk." She didn't wait for his response, but turned and led the way into the dining room where she got a cup and mixed a coffee royal-half and half. Buster, she thought, gulping her own cold booze, you wanted to have me a day or two ago. Now you will!

You're going to fuck me because I don't want Miriam telling on me-and Connie knows something that will keep you from saying no! Well, buddyboy Dell, after you diddle my hole, you better not go around telling other people! Just fuck me, drop your rocks, enjoy your screw and keep your damned mouth shut!

"I'd better not drink," Dell hedged. "After I do whatever it is you need, I have to get back to the store."

"Yes, Dell, drink up!" Connie crooned as she and Miriam returned from upstairs.

Mavis noticed that the two beautiful women were deliberately careless about flashing their legs for Dell's eyes and their ripe mounds were daringly obvious.

"Mavis, you'll do it," Miriam said tersely, eyes glinting a little cruelly. "Dell's here-and you'll let him! "

She didn't say anything, felt helpless and cornered.

"What?" Dell asked.

Mavis watched Connie push Dell into a chair and lean toward him. Mavis knew that Dell couldn't help but see down the front of the robe that Connie wore. His eyes seemed to pop a little bit and Mavis knew he was able to ogle her luscious bosom. For a second, she thought he was going to snake a hand inside and grab a plump, firm tittie.

"Whhhhaaaaatttt? Oh, no!" Dell protested, voice swimming with amazement, disbelief.

"Why not?" Connie purred, tousling his short-cropped hair. "You're a man-and I'll bet you aren't getting any from Becky!"

Mavis suspected Connie had whispered the proposition to him.

"And if you don't agree, how would you like it if I told my husband to fire your ass? Jobs are scarce and I know you're barely struggling by, trying to save money during the summer for law school in the fall. And how do you think the law firm where Becky works would react toward you if my husband should call-very indignant-and tell the lawyers that you had made sexy passes at me? And I'll bet you would lose Becky, too!

The best thing all around for you to do is give Mavis a good fucking and enjoy it!"

Please! Please! Please! No! Mavis' mind cried in resistance to the humiliation that was about to be heaped on her. She glanced up, looked away. Dell's pain-filled eyes were trying to read whether this was what she wanted. She didn't want him to think she was a wanton slut who had other women find her a stud.

"Mavis," Miriam nudged her softly, threatening. "I'll just tell Philat first…if you don't consent, then others!"

You bitchy beast! Mavis recoiled, surprised that her hate for Miriam and her blackmail wasn't intense-as it should have been. "Where?" she said dully, aware of Connie's hands slyly unbuttoning Dell Emerson's shirt. He seemed so shocked he didn't notice. As for herself, she felt an overall chill flowing over and through her body. Her thighs were clamped together and her vulva seemed dry and icy.

A woman could take in a man's hard-on whether she wanted it or not! But how could they force a man to screw if he didn't want to, In the first place he had to have a hard jock or it wouldn't penetrate. Could Miriam and Connie get Dell hard?

"Upstairs, in your bedroom!" Miriam gloated triumphantly.

"Not in Phil's and my bed!" Mavis rebelled harshly, not looking at any of them.

"In the living room, on the couch!" Connie hooted softly. "It's like ours; it folds down and makes into a double bed!"

"Come on!" Miriam commanded as she and Connie rose and started toward the living room.

Mavis knew she was more than a little drunk. "No one is going to fuck me in my bed except my husband!" she whined. But no one heard her. She was surprised that Dell Emerson had followed Miriam and Connie so immediately. After a minute, resigned, she rose shakily and shuffled reluctantly toward the living room. She paused and stared at the couch that had been let down. To her it seemed to represent a sacrificial altar on which she would be subjected to adulterous indignity for the obtuse sexual pleasure of Connie and Miriam. How could she have ever considered them her two closest neighborhood friends? Because they were the only ones she knew in the area. And she wondered how Terry Lewis felt today, after-they had pinioned her and introduced her to bestial intercourse. Yet, if she remembered correctly, from what Terry had said, Terry wanted the experience of being screwed by an animal!

She was unaware that gentle tears had started, blurring her vision.

Miriam and Connie seemed like wicked strangers to her. She could see that Connie had stripped Dell to the waist and his muscles were quivering as he stood stolid, deeply, emotionally agitated.

"What do you want me to do?" Mavis' voice quivered, unable to take her eyes from the flattened couch. If she were going to be fucked, she wanted to get at it, get it over with!

As if hypnotized, Mavis watched Connie work adroitly with Dell's clothes, drop his pants and shorts down around his ankles. She was surprised; Dell didn't have a ready hard-on-but he wasn't shriveled with shame and dismay, either! There was a certain puffiness in his penis and his husky testes were lifted midway in their sac. Somehowfrom experience-Mavis knew that he was well-hung, would have a master cock if Miriam and Connie succeeded in getting it fully erect! Mavis shivered involuntarily as little shock waves of erotic expectation sparked through her. It was purely a physical reaction-her mind was filled with revulsion!

Mavis couldn't quell the ripples of excitement as she watched Connie's hands on Dell's lithe body, rubbing his muscled belly, his legs, inner thighs-carefully avoiding touching his balls and penis. And Miriam's hands were massaging Dell's lean buttocks pinching and squeezing and kneading. Mavis' eyes focused on Dell's privates as his nuts rolled up and down, his pecker twitched. Yes! They were getting him readywhether he wanted to or not! They would be able to get him in shape to fuck!