Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

Quickly, Mavis stepped inside and slipped into the closet-just a few seconds before Willie returned from the bathroom. The closet door gaped open a couple of inches-just as it had been when she scurried inside.

She could see a fragment of Becky's profile; when Willie leaned forward she could see his bushy red hair and his solemn, slightly florid face.

Well, she didn't have to see much, she could hear everything perfectly.

"Becky," Willie began in a monotone, "you want to marry Dell, don't you? And I think you are a grand young couple. I think as much of Dell as if he were my son. Yet, Becky…"

Mavis could see the stud horse man lean forward. "I am afraid I may have to do something that may send Dell-damn him!-to the penitentiary."

"Ooooooh, no!" Becky cried, leaning forward. Mavis got a brief glimpse of her pallid face before she wilted back into the chair.

So, that's the bastard's game! Mavis frowned, hating Willie and admiring his technique at the same time.

"Do you have a couple of thousand dollars, Becky-to make up a shortage in store funds that I am positive Dell has taken?"

"My God, no!" Becky cried. And Mavis could hear jerky sobs wracking her petite body. "Dell wouldn't steal!"

"I thought so; I thought so, too," Willie murmured. "But facts are facts, Becky."

Mavis thought Willie was thoroughly enjoying the innocent young woman's misery and shaken faith in the young man she loved. His eyes glittered and his tongue flicked at his slightly puffy, full lips. Christ! From his expression, he was already savoring her tender, juicy body, Mavis thought. He doesn't deserve a cherry! Yet, Mavis knew Willie Quentin was going to coerce the sweet virgin into surrendering her body and her naked thighs and her glory place to his sex mace. And Willie-he had proved it to her-would ravage and plunder that sweet, tender pussy with his ruthless, lewd tusk.

And she was going to watch him do it!

And I am a victim of his game, Mavis' anger boiled. He frightened me into letting him fuck me and I was going to give him a thousand backs for it! Like hell!

"You do want to marry Dell, don't you, Becky?" Willie said, feigning weariness.

"Ooooohhh, yes!" Becky wept and Mavis could see her shaking with emotion. "We've been planning and saving for more than a year! But all of our money is going for furniture and things for our apartment!"

Tell her how you can help her out, Willie, Mavis thought with a mixture of admiration and bitterness.

"I think I have a solution," Willie cut into Mavis' thoughts.

"A solution?" Becky sobbed softly.

He has a hard, driving bargain, Becky, Mavis bit her lower lip. When he gets you on the sheets without any clothes on, you'll find out about his bargain. It's about nine inches long and thick enough to make a heifer twitch her tail and it shoots thick, pearly cream all over the inside of a woman's snatch!

It's called a cock-a hard-on-a prick! And he knows how to exact his pound of female flesh while he pours the meat into you!

Go ahead, Willie, Mavis conjectured, tell Becky that if she lets you seduce her, you mill dig into your own pocket and bail out Dell. Yet, he won't be giving up a penny! He'll just be screwing you so Dell won't go to jail. Well have fun, getting fucked, Becky! Dell has had his nookey! Me! And Connie and Miriam! So, fuck for fun, sweet, innocent young thing!

Mavis crowded close to the slot of the open closet door and watched Willie stand behind his desk. Automatically, Mavis' gaze dropped down his thick body to the pleated trousers. Yep! He was already sporting a monstrous hard-on!

"Becky," Willie began slowly, "it will create a problem for me at work and at home. But I am willing to use my monthly bonus and make up the rest to put back a hundred bucks a week for you and Dell. If you agree, I'll have a talk with Dell-he can keep his job. One thing you mustn't do and that is mention the whole messy business to him. Promise?"

Mavis swiveled her gaze to squint at the innocent Becky. Her lips curled-a little cruelly-as she watched Becky nod in agreement. She was going to acquiesce to whatever Willie suggested; she was going to consent to lie on her back and let the big, red-haired man fuck her!

And for no reason! Dell had done no wrong. But Willie was going to pop the little virgin's cherry through frightening her.

"Okay, Becky-baby," Willie said softly, circling slowly around the desk, "to make it worthwhile, for compensation for doing you and Dell a favor, you will come here once a week for twenty weeks. Let's make it every Wednesday after you finish work at your office. Okay?"

Mavis held her breath, waiting for Becky to reply, wondering if the young woman realized, yet, what Willie was demanding. "All right,"

Becky finally answered, sobs ebbing slightly.

Mavis realized that-even though Willie was standing within two feet of her-Becky hadn't yet seen that Willie had a hard hunk of male twang bulging the front of his pants.

Mavis clenched her thighs together over her own hot, wet crotch, vulva pulpy with erotic desires, as Willie methodically removed his shirt and slipped his belt free. "Get naked, Becky-baby," Willie wheezed, kicking off his shoes and slipping his trousers over his feet.

"Whaaaat?" Becky murmured as if hypnotized.

"Suuuurrrree," Willie grinned, tongue licking his thick lips. "For twenty weeks, to pay for Dell's crime, I'm going to fuck you!"

It was obvious that Becky was so stunned that all she could do was stare and gasp as Willie shuffled out of his shorts and let his massive set of genitals move into her view. The gaping slot in the blunt tip dripped a long string of clear syrup. "I'm going to fuck you, Beckytwenty times to pay for Dell's till-dipping! Get undressed-or I'll tear those fancy rags off that virgin back of yours and tear that juicy rear of yours from asshole to belly button! Getcher fuckin' clothes off!"

"Pleeeaaaasssseee, NO!" Becky wept as she stood uncertainly. Her arms remained rigid at her sides, not protesting as the naked Willie stalked around her, lascivious eyes on her, fat lips kissing her hair, nuzzling her dainty ears. Becky still didn't protest as Willie removed her bolero jacket and unbuttoned her blouse down the back.

Mavis found herself trembling with passion as she watched Willie swab the head of his massive cock against Becky's quivering left hip.

Becky's blouse came away and Willie quickly, adroitly undid the three hooks of her lacy bra. It fluttered to the floor and Willie smothered her firm, proud titties with the delicate dark tips with his meaty hands.

Baby, Mavis thought, in a couple of minutes you're really going to get the meat! Big hard, thick man-meat! Right up your snatch funnel!

Becky was paralyzed, hypnotized-probably as much from seeing Willie's huge, ready sex banana as from the nightmarish prospect of what was going to happen to her. Doesn't she realize that Willie is going to deflower her? Mavis wondered, a hand rubbing at her own itching crotch, through her clothes. Doesn't she know that Willie is about to rupture her cherry with that massive sex-prod of his and fuck her?

Becky was totally naked now and Mavis stared at the sleek thighs, at the full, firm, ripe cheeks of her butt clenched tightly. Her clothes lay in an obscene heap around her dainty ankles. Mavis thought she heard a gurgle of lewd anticipation as Willie traced the tensed crack of Becky's ass with an index finger.

Get with it! Mavis thought. Flop her down; bust her cunny skin and fuck her!

Mavis was grateful for Becky's quiet sobbing; it disguised her own passionate gasps. She just prayed that her knees didn't weaken any more, letting her crumble to the floor. She pressed her face into the open door slot to watch Willie kiss and nuzzle Becky's tanned shoulders and caress her sleek, slender body. He urged her body forward, bending her so that her well-turned fanny jutted backward. Would he take her there, from the behind? Mavis wondered, fingers digging at her own steaming vulva.