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Old D (oldd.txt)- Blackmail 3-way, Black man-White Ass- D/P
Blackmail 3-way
Don't ever let your neighbor find out you've been running around on
your husband. I did and now I know better.
My neighbor Jerry first let me know he had found out and then, in
no uncertain terms, explained the facts of the matter. Phil, my husband,
is a lawyer and we live up in the pork loin, so I knew he mustn't find
out or I would never see fur again.
"What you did once, you can do again," Jerry had said.
And I have to admit I was relieved that he didn't want money. Not
that I was glad or anything- but hopping into the sack with Jerry would be
a lot easier logistically than trying to slip him money.
That was what I thought, anyway. Then he showed up with a guy named
Fred one night when Phil was working late. I asked him what was going on.
"What difference does it make to you?" he asked, "You'll do it,
whatever it is."
I guess I had realized I was at his mercy before, but I had relaxed
when he seemed to be saying all he wanted was a piece of ass. I had even
figured that once wouldn't be enough and that I'd be throwing him the
occasional hump to keep him quiet.
It had never occurred to me that he might want to pimp me out. But he
was right. I had to do it.
This Fred guy mumbled, "Whatser look like?"
"Show this the merchandise," Jerry told me.
It wasn't stripping for strangers in the front hall that bothered me
as much as that 'merchandise' line of Jerry's. But I took off my clothes
as they watched and Fred seemed satisfied with my tits.
"Well, now," Fred said, opening his pants, "Jerry says you're willing
to please- so get to pleasin'"
He waggled his dick at me and Jerry gave me a shove down to Fred's
feet. It was a nice prick, but I didn't like it any better for that.
Still, I had to make the most out of any good point and I made believe
that it was my idea as I put Fred's cock in my mouth.
Fred got hard almost immediately and I was about half through when
Fred grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet.
"You're willing enough," he said, "Now let's get down to it."
Jerry led the way to the bedroom with a smile. While Fred got out of
his clothes, Jerry had me suck him. It was the first time I had ever had
an audience that I knew of and I was surprised how easy it was to perform
while someone watched. You just keep your mouth down and suck.
I thought for a moment that I was to be taken by the two at once,
but as Fred came over Jerry stepped back to take off his own clothes. Fred
rolled me over and went for my tits. He must have had a thing for
from the sound he was making as he rubbed, fondled and on my
and nipples. He was overeager, but it felt good anyway.
He still wasn't though when Jerry came over and got down between my
legs. With the two mouths working on me, I wasn't so sure I was making up
the about wanting the to have me. Jerry was using his tongue
like a dick- fucking it up my pussy, as Fred chewed my erect nubs.
However nice it happened to be, it was evident that my pleasure was
only a chance by-product of these men's own lust. When they were ready,
I didn't determine when they moved on and it didn't take long for them to
be ready.
Jerry was the chivalrous one and made a little mock bow to Fred as
they knelt by my supine form.
Fred smiled and said, "Maybe just a little taste."
He swung between my legs into the saddle. I wasn't about to offer to
guide him into me, but he took care of that by hoisting my knees and
guiding my twat to the level of his prick. Then he simply rocked forward
on his knees and the swollen plum of his cockhead parted my saliva-slick
cuntlips.
He wasn't do big. I hardly noticed the stiff shaft pushing into my
cunt until his pubic hair smashed my cuntlips flat. Then he drove against
me and I did feel that plump head burrowing for the back of my womb.
My spasmed and I knew he was in me. He kept pushing my knees
higher and driving his fully sheathed dick deeper as he cleared the way
for his belly. I found myself bent double in short order and that
not-so-big-prick seeming like a monster stuffing me way the hell up my cunt.
He started pounding me and I had more than I wanted with his rock-
hard meat drilling my sensitive center. He let my legs fall and they
dropped to the bed like rocks. My clit hit his thrusting dick and it was
like electricity charging through my body.
As I panted with the mounting tension, Fred withdrew and said, "It's
all right."
I lay gasping in frustration as Fred swung easily away and indicated
that Jerry should have a try.
He shook his head and said, "If you'll help me out a little, we can
get something out of her."
He rolled me over and pulled me to my knees.
"You suck her and see if that doesn't put some wiggle in her
butt," he said.
Fred slid under me and Jerry slid into me. Jerry was right. Fred's
tongue flicked at my swinging nipples, catching them as they passed over
the lashing oral organ and it made me ass wiggle. It seemed to make Jerry
happy. He bombarded my bottom as it swung on his skewering prick and I was
again getting to be a happy lady.
Jerry's prick was big and the pumping fullness had me hot enough to
fry eggs. But, again, he stopped before I could get over the top and
dropped me into the valley of desperation once again.
"Aren't you happy?" Jerry taunted me.
"If you're going to fuck me- fuck me," I shot back. "I want to cum!"
"Shall we help the poor lady?" Fred asked Jerry.
"If you like, we'll see what we can do," Jerry replied.
There was something cutting in their remarks and I wasn't sure I
wanted to that much. But what could I do?
"If the lady knows what she likes, maybe we ought to let her do it
for herself," Fred suggested.
Jerry agreed and lay down on his back.
"Get on," he urged me.
I stroked the fullness of his dick as I threw my leg over him and
then pushed it under me to fit it to the mouth of my cunt. It filled me
nicely as I let down and it slid up into my belly. Jerry grabbed my hips
and made sure I took it all before he would let me start riding him.
I was on my way this time. The roll of my hips as I rode up and down
made his shaft strum my clit like a guitar string. As I got into it, I
felt Fred come up behind me and take my bouncing in his hands.
He worked them gently as I bounced up and down on Jerry's hard dick
and I felt I was finally going to cum. I wasn't thinking about much of
anything else but cumming when I felt Fred's cock bumping around in my
asscrack.
Given his closeness, I only thought it was coincidental contact.
There was nothing coincidental about his lunge. His cockhead had blundered
into contact with my anus and his powerful thrust succeeded in burying it
in my colon. The pain stopped my riding and I was a sitting duck for his
next thrust.
"Now you'll get off," Fred gloated.
My mouth was twisted with the pain of these tow rods of horny meat
stuffing my end so there was no protest. Fred took care of the motion
I was neglecting. He drove his overstuffed sausage up my behind like
the battering ram it was, forcing into the tiny gate of my rectum and
bouncing me with the force of his thrusts. His hands had clamped down on
my breasts, using them as handholds to add purchase to his hammering at
the resistance as he tried to put too much cock into too little asshole.
I was going to be into one great cunt/asshole, but there were
four strong hands preventing me from doing anything about it. I had to
take it- and, miraculously, I did. Fred finally found the bottom of my bottom
and the two began a see-saw attack.
Jerry would thrust as Fred pulled out and then would drive back up
my ass as Jerry pulled out. Once the shock was past, I got a burning for
them to violate me the worst they could.
It was overpowering both in the act and in my emotions. I never felt
so used or so totally overwhelmed by lust. I was the rag doll between
them, subject to their desires. the helplessness turned to a kind of
permission to be totally unrestrained myself.
My cunt, my ass, my cunt, my ass; they were taking one then the other,
one, then the other. I came and without catching my breath, began to again.
They were really working me then and I lost track in the hinterlands
of ecstasy. It was all one great filling of the vessel that was me. Fred
grunted first, but it was like a signal.
I was jerked back to my senses as both groaned, tensed, and
together rammed their pulsing pricks as deep as they could. I was
stuffed, filled and threatening to again as they both pounded fully
sheathed against the crotch that prevented them from crawling whole
into my body.
I felt the seeping, dripping, pumping out of both holes as they
went on and on, driving every last shred out of their orgasms. They got
up joking with one another and never looked back. they left me like so
much shit on the bed and I heard the door close a short time later.
That hasn't been the last of it. Jerry still brings over
occasionally and sometimes he joins in, sometimes just watches.
Don't let them get their hooks into you. It's true what they say.
Blackmail only ends when one of you dies.
Black Man-White Ass
I guess I should be ashamed. Not for what happened, I don't believe
for a moment that I was responsible in any way, but for telling the
with so much glee.
I should be outraged- even traumatized- but I think about it again
and again and I don't think I'd even mind it happening again. What
happened was that I was working late at the office by myself.
It was big building and I always felt safe behind its imposing
walls. But it wasn't a threat from the outside that I had to worry about.
I didn't notice when the came to empty the trash. I had seen the
tall, gaunt in the halls so many times before that I really
didn't see him anymore.
He did seem to take a long time about it, but I'd been always told
'they' moved slow. When he left I thought no more about it. As it
turned out, he only left to talk to the other members of his crew.
I was alone in the building and a plan hatched in their head.
I wasn't overly concerned when the light flickered out, but as I sat
in the dark, my fears grew. What if I had been forgotten and was locked
in? What if it was a fire that had knocked the lights out?
When the door opened, I called out to ask what had happened.
"Just a little glitch," came a voice from the darkness.
I asked what the glitch was.
They had been closing in on the sound of my voice and rough hands
grabbed me. I tried to struggle, but there were at least four pairs of
hands on me and it was no use.
I was carried shoulder high down the darkened hall and into the
sudden bright glare of the stairwell. From my perch on their shoulders I
still couldn't make out much, but when they opened the service door and
carried me into the janitor's closet, I saw the grinning who
had been in my office.
I was demanding to know what they intended and the
drawled, "Why missy- we figures you to be a tip somebody lef' us."
If I hadn't known what they intended, his eyes left me no doubt. He
was staring fixedly up my skirt and there was nothing I could do to
stop him. Nor could I stop him when he reached up to touch what his eyes
had been feasting on.
I expected a rough groping of my genitals, but his long fingers were
surprisingly gentle. He drew the line of my furrow in my and
licked his lips with rude smacking sounds.
"Feels real prime," he gloated, "We've got to thank them people that
let us have her."
My brief attempt to struggle ended with the realization that if I
did twist from the men's grasp, I would only fall five feet to the floor.
I lay there waiting for what they would do.
The slid my off smooth as you please and his
fingers went back to explore my naked flesh. His light touch tickled and
my thighs trembled as I tried to suppress a giggle.
"She prime," he pronounced and then said, "You put her down
and we'll get to the enjoyin'"
They were so sure of themselves and I cast wildly about for a plan
to thwart their intentions. But their sureness came from the total
dominance of their position. The only thing I could think of was
retaliation after the fact.
I ran to the door, but it was locked and the held up the
keys, grinning. Now I knew how the mouse felt when the played with it
before pouncing. They weren't grim in the slightest. If fact an air of
camaraderie and jocularity seemed to rule.
They stripped off their clothes like they had won a game, paying me
no mind at all. They, however, were the focus of all my attention. They
were all brutes, large, hairy just made to defile a woman like me.
I think it was the situation that kept my eyes on their genitals.
I looked in awe at the hanging pizzles that swung between their legs. I
was surprised that the black man's wasn't the biggest.
That's what I had heard. Now I was going to find out. They came at
me in a group. I don't know why. There was nowhere to run. Maybe they knew
I'd stand still if they did and that's exactly what I did.
They were in no hurry taking off my clothes. It was as if they were
my dressers going about their business. When I was naked, one of them
offered me his huge ham of a hand and led me over to a chair.
I sat and he offered his cock to my mouth. It wasn't erect and it
looked too big to fit into my mouth. That was an optical illusion,
however. He pushed my jaw open and a lot of it fit in my mouth. I
and as I I was fondled up, down and sideways by the rest.
I had no idea who was what grope. As the cock in my mouth began to
swell, it gagged me, but there was no stopping. He let me go only when
he was ready and then another took his place. One after the other they
filled my mouth with their pricks until I had every one of them
hard.
They stood around me stroking them to maintain their erections and
I knew they had something special planned. The advanced from the
pack.
"Now it's my turn," he said, lifting me from the chair.
He sat down, his black tower standing tall between his thighs.
"Come on momma, make Billy a happy man," he said, giving himself a
name.
He pulled me forward 'till I straddled his legs and I knew what he
expected. It was so very odd. My every nerve tingled with fear, yet there
was something in his manner, in the way I had been treated, that made it
seemed so natural and, yes, even nice.
I sank down not knowing whether to hate or desire the touch of his
prick. Then it rubbed my lips apart and it didn't make any difference.
However I felt about it, the silky hard shaft was sliding its way into
the heat of my belly.
I met his thighs with a grunt. Biggest or not, it was large enough
to my and I could feel the lips strain about the root as his
cockhead was buried somewhere deep under my heart. He wiggled his hips a
little and smiled.
"There, thas' a nice lil treat for both of us, now ain't it,"
he grinned.
It wasn't as bad as I feared and when he fondled my tits, I
automatically started riding up and down the pillar of meat.
"Now, now," he chided, "thas not necessary. We gonna do the usin'.
You jus stay put and my frens'll bounce ya."
I wasn't really listening. I had too much on my mind already,
dealing with unbidden feelings I was having. But I stopped moving and I
saw him nod.
I don't remember what I was thinking when I felt the other one
behind me, the shock of the next moment quite wiped that out. Thighs
brushed my ass and then my asshole exploded in flame.
One of them was forcing my virgin back door with no regard for its
size. I screamed, but Billy had me by the and held me firmly in
place. The cock pulled back and I heard someone spit. Then the cock was
back at my asshole.
It slid a little better, but nothing had been done about the
disparity of its size and the size of my anus. Billy was grinning broadly
as I felt like my ass would truly apart. There was too much girth
for even two holes to encompass, but encompass they were forced to.
I knew what Billy meant by 'We'll move ya' as I was banged at in the
attempt to bury that prick up my backside. I tossed my head and kicked my
legs, but I was pinned as surely as a butterfly on a board and there
was nowhere to go.
The cock was jamming deeper with each might shove and after an age
at least, I felt the hairy belly it sprouted from hit my buttocks. I was
struggling too hard to really know how full I felt, but I was stuffed
like a sausage. My asshole hadn't stopped burning and the two cocks felt
like stakes in my guts.
I thought that was the worst until the guy behind me started to
fuck. My ass bounced all right. He slammed into me and I shot up in shock.
I thought he had stuck that thing right though me. I didn't even feel like
he had come in through an opening.
There was no time to evaluate, he was driving into me again. He
bounced my butt up and down on Billy's hard prick like a battering ram.
When he came, I thought I would shit myself. It seemed like he had pumped
a quart of into my bowels.
I actually squeezed my asshole tight as he pulled out so I wouldn't
shit. It shouldn't have worried me. They weren't about to give me the
chance. The next guy stepped up and pushed his rod against my asshole.
He slipped in easier, but when he drove into me it was the same all
over again. Even so, my was beginning to heat up from rubbing on
Billy's bountiful prick. He was stroking my nipples too, and I tried to
relax and feel the tingling in my tits.
The ass-fucking was insistent, but the less I thought about it, the
less I felt it. I noticed when the second guy shot his load, but I didn't care.
I felt the seeping out of my asshole, but I didn't care about
that either.
The third plugged in and rammed right up me, but by this time it
was news. It was evident that when he was through the fourth would
fuck my ass too, so I just tried to think about getting off on Billy's
hard-on.
This guy was bouncing me nice to get me off. Not too hard, but fast
and firm. Billy's prick was dancing in my belly and I really felt like
singing. I heard Billy chuckle and opened my eyes to look at him.
"You liking it now, ain't you," he smirked.
"I always like it, Billy," I grunted, "Now if you only had a big
dick, I could get off like I can with my white friends."
I don't think he liked my answer but his scowl was lost in the waves
that shook me. I was cumming- cumming hard despite all the torture they
had put me through.
Billy was sullen while the last fucked my ass. I don't think he
even got to from his own plan. I'm not saying I won, because I
couldn't shit for a month. I'm saying I survived.
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