Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"Passed out, poor dear," Connie grinned, shaking her head, tossing her black hair.

Don't leave her exposed like that, Mavis thought. Put her legs up on the davenport, together. And pull down her escort. But Mavis continued to stare at the inert girl, at the bare, sleek thighs and the rounded crotch sheathed in blue nylon.

Mavis turned away. She had a hunch that Terry, too, would have her pussy plundered by some man's horny instrument. A hot flush washed through Mavis' body. She would like to watch her fucked!

In the dining room, Connie and Becky were sitting at the table. Mavis set down her glass and deliberately filled it with screwdriver from the pitcher. She didn't bother to flinch or recoil as she felt Connie snake a hand up under her dress to feel her legs and rub her butt. Let her play, Mavis pouted, standing perfectly still-kind of enjoying the sexy finger play inside her panties, in her crack.

She looked up as Miriam rejoined them.

"That Phil is a difficult man to make hard!" Miriam said.

"I've noticed that at times," Mavis murmured, feeling a little bitter, remembering that Phil hadn't touched her in more than a week. She tried to be flippant, "If you can get his horse up, go ahead and saddle it and ride it in your barn."

But she really didn't mean it. She didn't want Phil fucking other women-and she didn't want to be mauled and screwed by other men. She didn't want to swap!

But it seemed they were all hurdling toward mixing mates! Who was going to get her? Some guy was going to be without a cunt-unless two of them doubled up on one woman.

Oh, God! Not me! she fretted, almost in a panic. Especially not that lecherous Ben Glover!

Maybe she would get laid by Connie! That black-haired beauty now had her fingers playing with her anus and dabbling into her cunny pouch, caressing and gently pinching the puffy labia. Mavis suppressed the heady sensation to giggle. Getting laid and screwed-eaten out-by another woman!

Her thoughts were interrupted when Dell strolled in, serious and pale.

"Let's go, Becky. It's late."

"And?" Becky frowned, eyes loving, yet serious and concerned.

"And," Dell sighed, "I lost thirty-five dollars."

Becky didn't have to say it, Mavis thought, reading the small girl's expression. OUCH! That hurt. Those kids needed the money. It never crossed Mavis' mind to remember that Dell had fucked her and had been forced to let Connie and Miriam used his fine, young cock.

Then the handsome young couple was gone, declining a nightcap. That left five men and four women-if the passed-out Terry counted!

It was only eleven-thirty. And the five men continued their poker play after Dell had withdrawn. She heard her husband gloat, a little loudly, a little drunkenly, "My pot! Damn! This is a goodern! Must be forty bucks in it!"

Mavis smiled as Connie stiffened slightly. She was pleased her husband was triumphant and happy. "Mavis!" Phil called and she was on her feet instantly, hurrying to please him. "Honey, dash over home and get me a couple of cigars? I would go-but I feel a hot streak upon me!"

Wordlessly, she nodded under his excited Raze. Then she wilted slightly as Henry Carr pushed back his chair. "I need a breath of fresh air.

I'll walk over with you, Mavis. We've had some prowler reports in the neighborhood-I wouldn't want you to encounter some mean character."

Mavis breathed deeply, raggedly. You are the mean character, she thought with a twinge of mental misery. But what can I do?

The moon had hidden its face behind opaque clouds beyond the Wasatch Mountains to the east. But Mavis needed no light in the inky black night to know here Hank Carr was! She could hear his deep-somewhat fast-breathing right behind her. She could almost feel it on her neck.

His musky male aroma drifted on the still night air.

He was the one who was going to get her!

Mavis' knees weakened and trembled-but her cunny muscles clutched deliciously tormenting and she sensed a hot flush of sex juices released in her trembling sex channel. Her mind cried NO! But her physical being was crying out to be fucked!

His footsteps were stealthy and right on her heels. No one had to tell her he had a hard-on. And that hard cock was destined to be socked into her cunt!

Mavis couldn't resist a feeling of resignation. He would fuck her-and she would let him!

He was off to her side now and a hand was gently touching the small of her back-the tip of a finger was nudged against the dimple-start of her crack. He wasn't even waiting until they got in the house to start putting the make on her! She just hoped he didn't think it was necessary to remind her that he knew she had been a whore in order to lay her! She would let him-she knew she would-she was resigned to taking him on, letting him hose his jizz into her twat!

Mavis cursed herself! Her sex channel was roiling, a boiling cauldron!

Just from having Hank Carr's knowledgeable hand on her body. Her coital muscles were knotted and bunched. Her rectal passage was itching and burning-and she wished that Hank would get his hand inside her panties and rub her asshole to relieve the exotic torment.

SLUT! her mind shouted at her.

And she answered silently…I have no choice. I can't have any of these people know and talk about my past!

Henry Carr's hand dropped away from her quivering body as they entered the house. Mavis didn't bother turning on another light as the lamp in the distant living room cut the gloom in the kitchen. Mavis knew exactly where Phil kept his cigars…in one of the vegetable drawers in the refrigerator.

This is where he'll take me, Mavis thought, hesitating on opening the refrigerator. Somehow, she knew.

"I didn't see a sign of a prowler," Hank said in the dim kitchen.

"I didn't either, I didn't know we had prowlers in the neighborhood."

Mavis breathed shakily-wishing he would make his move…piss or get off the pot!

There was a rustling behind her, but Mavis wouldn't turn to determine what it was. She folded her arms under her full breasts, just waiting.

She sensed it was only a matter of time before Hank made his move. She shivered, hating the suspense of when he would take her. If it were going to happen, she wished he would do it and have it over with-spare her the agony of uncertainty. It would also extinguish the raging fire that was roaring in her cunt.

There seemed to be something primitive in the air. It was all animal; the pursuer and the pursued; the hunter and the hunted. She was the prey. Mavis was glad it was very dim in the epic and span kitchen. She didn't want to see it happen to her. Hank wouldn't seem quite so carnal and forbidding here in the gloom. She wouldn't have to look at him as he gave it to her. All she would have to cope with were the feeling and smell and hearing his lustful breathing. This way, in the dark, it wouldn't be so bad even if he made her take his cock and guide it into her.

If she couldn't see him-his face-as he fucked her, maybe it would just be like an unpleasant dream. A short dream; depending on how long it took him to pump his prick into her until he came.

"You're a sexy, curvy bundle, Mavis," he whispered hoarsely and Mavis jumped, startled, not realizing how near he was. His breath even wafted fine wisps of her blonde hair. She hadn't expected him to speak. She had thought he would just start stripping her-and take her!

"What are you going to do, Hank?" Mavis mumbled.

His soft laughter sent cold chills up and down her spine.

"Why, you came after some cigars, sweet thing. That's what you're going to get-a cigar!"

"Please?" she sighed, knees weak and trembling.

"You don't have to ask for it, Mavis," Henry Carr said. And he placed his hands on her upper arms.