Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

She would have liked to recross her legs, but she didn't want to give Mick that momentary view up her inner thighs toward the sensuous place he coveted. Damn! His eyes gave her chills and hot flushes that tingled deep in her womb and danced outward through her loins.

When Terry joined them, Mickey demanded, "What are you doing with that car?" His tone was flat, cold with anger.

"I want it and I'm going to have it," his wife said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

A brittle silence lasted several minutes and Mavis thought she could almost see Mickey's thought processes in action. Terry was defiant, yet there was an air of flightiness in her demeanor. Mavis had no doubt that Mickey would have his way. He was studying his next move; in a moment, she thought, he will lay down the law to his young wife.

"Tomorrow, you'll take that car back to Ely, Nevada; arrange to store it for your brother; take the bus back here," Mickey said flatly.

Mavis frowned slightly: why had Mickey over-stressed certain words? back to Nevada…your brother…It was almost like some kind of code that husbands and wives often use; it tells the outsider nothing, but has very clear meaning for the married couple.

"Let's have some brandy in our coffee," Terry said, glancing at Mavis questioningly. "I want the car, Mick," Terry almost begged as Mavis went to get a bottle of brandy.

"You-will-take-it-back-to-Nevada tomorrow," he snapped.

Something clicked in Mavis' mind as she returned. Back to Nevada? Why …it has Utah plates! Whatever was Mickey talking about?

"I'll take it back," Terry acquiesced numbly. And Mavis noted she had put the same stress on the word. "Tomorrow, as you say."

"Good!" Mickey grinned. Now that the issue about the car was settled, the grimness left his face, replaced with a bright, easy smile and laughing eyes.

Mavis was uncomfortably aware that Mick's eyes again were undressing her. And his stare wasn't lost on Terry. What he had in mind, if given the opportunity, was clearly spelled out by the huge lump in the crotch of his trousers. He was a dirty dog with a big bone and he wanted to bury it deep in Mavis' flower bed!

He asked to use the telephone and made no effort to shield the massive tenting of his swollen pecker from hers and Terry's eyes. Returning, he flopped onto the sofa, stretching his long legs out before him and said, "My party was out for a little while; I gave your number, Mavis.

Is that all right, if he calls back here?"

She nodded numbly.

Mickey grinned and waved his cup toward his wife "I think you better take that car home and put it in the garage-where it will be safeuntil you leave for Ely tomorrow It worries me, being responsible for other people's property."

Nooooo! Mavis recoiled mentally. She could sense an insidious plot developing. And the narrowing of Terry's eyes told her it wasn't just imagination, either. It was quite plain that Mick had devised a way to be left alone with her! He wanted to fuck her-and he would have his wife out of the way. Terry would be at home and Mickey would be here, waiting for a phone call that would never come! He could take all of the time he needed to seduce her. This tall young man was going to fuck her and Mavis felt helpless to prevent it!

Mavis wished she hadn't drunk the brandy, felt she needed a clear head to cope with whatever lay ahead of her. Hell! she knew what lay ahead of her! Mickey Lewis was going to lay her!

She wanted to plead with Terry to stay, but she was gone before the words would form. And Mickey was sitting across the room from her-and the male bulge in his pants was getting huskier all the time. He seemed to taunt her, gently scratching the curved material over his balls with a fingernail.

"You want it, don't you, Mavis?" Mickey asked suddenly, his fingers idly stroking his penis and gonads through his clothes.

"Whhhaaaatttt?" Mavis stammered. The blunt, verbal approach had always dismayed her. She thought she much preferred straight physical jousting-the way Hank and Ben had gotten to her.

"You want some of this, don't you, Mavis?" Mick persisted, goading his sex business to even greater dimensions with his left hand.

Mavis felt even more vulnerable than ever, wearing nothing but the thin wrapper. She was dully aware that she was so disturbed she had been unmindful of her lone garment; it sagged open dangerously, revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts. And his gaze made her tits tingle! The folds had fallen away below the waist, exposing lengths of creamy thighs. She glanced down quickly and held her breath. Mickey could see almost all the way to her shaven crotch. She was ripe for the taking!

"Well, you want it and you're going to get it, baby!" Mickey chuckled hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you good, Mavis! We are going to have a real hot, lively sex party. I'm going to fuck your sweet twat full of big meat and dump a whole load of sex rocks in your quarry!"

Mavis gasped silently. "No, no, no, NO!" she blurted.

"Yep!" Mickey laughed, rising and stripping to the waist and taking off his shoes and socks. "You want it from behind; me on top; or you topriding? Me, I like to fuck in all positions! Which way do you like to fuck best?"

Mavis' vagina contracted and she fretted that she wouldn't be able to take the monstrous cock that was so clearly outlined in Mickey Lewis' pants. It was huge! Maybe she could absorb him all right if she were receptive to having him plow his big dong into her cunt. But she felt all shrunken tight inside.

"Let's fuck, baby!" Mickey declared, striding up to her, taking her left arm and tugging her out of the chair.

"Pppplllleeeeaaaasssseee!" Mavis begged. But she didn't resist him as he pulled away the only flimsy garment that covered her nakedness.

There was no doubt about it; he was going to screw her!

"Nice body; fancy tits!" Mickey breathed, pinching one taut nipple and raking his tongue across the other. He sucked the hard spire into his mouth and chewed roughly. The sharp tingles seemed to explode like needle jabs in her anus, her pussy and her navel.

His right hand went around her, caressed the smooth small of her back and fondled the tense buns of her fanny. She wondered how long he would toy with her, maul her, before he got down to the business of flopping her down and fucking her. It was almost degrading and humiliating, standing there tolerating his lecherous hands on her skin, his mouth sucking her nipple, fingers kneading her flesh.

Resigned to his sexual manipulation, she wished that he would hurry, give it to her, fuck her until he was finished and get out! A big hand was on her right flank, the fingers dived between her crimped thighs, forcing them apart and caressing her hairless mound.

Mavis shuddered involuntarily as Mickey worked a finger into her groove and rubbed the tender clitoris. "Aaaaaashhhh!" she sighed, unable to keep her feet from drifting apart to give him free play in her crotch.

Nerves jumped and tingled in her inner thighs. "Eeeeeeeiiiii!" she screeched as Mickey stabbed a finger into the snug orifice. He laughed with satisfaction around the nipple as he sucked with his wet mouth. He was going to arouse her in spite of her disgust toward him. She knew he would have no trouble laying her out and fucking her. Her misery was multiplied as she began to realize that he was going to make her want his cock in her cunt! Like a brazen animal in heat! Hungry for his prick!

She told herself she, really, didn't want to be fucked by Mickey Lewis!

But he was stirring up her passions and her body was being tuned up for a tumultuous sessions of sexual carnage!

"Let's get with it, Mavis-baby," Mickey breathed, his hands all over her nude body. "Let's fuck!"

She seemed aflame with wanton desire. She trembled weakly as he stepped back from her. "Where do you want me?" she asked huskily, eyes halfclosed. "Do you want to fuck me on the floor? On the sofa? Or would you rather we screw upstairs on the bed?"