Annie Gets Blackmailed

by Anne Zvesteit

Part 2

 

The cock staring back at me just inches from my face throbs expectantly. "I can't do this", I think desperately. "I have to do this, or he'll never give me back the picture he has of me dressed as a woman", I think even more desperately. The picture that could ruin my career.

I open my lipstick-covered lips a little, and bend forward toward the beast that commands me. "Kiss me", it says. Here goes, the first (and last!) time my lips touch another man's cock.

It's smooth, as I expected, except for the veins that I can feel as my lips run across them. I kiss the throbbing shaft one, two, three, four times down the left side, up the left side, pause briefly at the tip (should I kiss that? no!), down the right side, up the right, and before I know it my lips encase the helmet in one last gentle kiss...

"Annie?" I look up to see if Dave is enjoying this, and I'm shocked to see the camera up to his face and pointed at me. Before I can disengage my mouth from his throbbing organ, FLASHclick!, and I stumble away on the floor.

I'm outraged. "Hey! You promised! Goddammit, I ought to..."

Dave interrupts, looking at the display screen on his camera, "Ooh, that's hot. I can see your stockings and your tits and everything." Click click click -beep-. "There, I deleted the first picture, just as I promised."

"You goddamn bastard", I sneer. "We had a deal!"

"And I kept my end of the bargain, Annie. I never promised I wouldn't take more pictures." Dave is grinning, knowing he's got me worse than before. I don't know what he's got planned for me, but I'm certain I'm not gonna get off with just a hand job any more. Or more accurately, he's not.

"Besides, sweetie, you were enjoying it", he grins.

I don't bother dignifying that with an answer. Mainly because I'm not all that sure he's not right, and I'm just not ready to face that just yet. "All right, asshole. What's this one gonna cost me? A lap dance?"

"Baby, if you want this little gem, you're mine for the whole night. So come back here and finish what you started."

Now I'm well and truly beaten. There's a word for people who do what I'm about to do, and it's about to apply to me. I sink back to my knees in front of Dave, whose cock has since gone soft and hangs down over his (surprisingly large!) balls. I move my face close to his groin, still marked with bits of my lipstick, and look up into his eyes. Keeping eye contact all the time, I take his flaccid cock in my hand and guide it slowly into my mouth.

Slowly I suck the cock into my mouth, all the way down until my nose is pressed against his pubic hair. He starts to grow inside my mouth, and I rub my tongue along the shaft as I move my lips back slowly to the bulbous end. "Cocksucker!", screams my mind at me. "You're a filthy whore cocksucker!"

As Dave's cock grows larger and harder in my mouth, I can feel my own cock matching it, pressing against my satin panties insistently. I close my eyes, mouth clamped around the thick, spongy organ. "Cocksucker", I tell myself contentedly, "I am a cocksucker, and I think I like it."

Now Dave is fully hard and starting to make movements with his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth in rythym with my movements. He's not so large that I can't take him almost all the way without gagging, and I suck him up and down again and again and again.

My hands grip the sides of his hips, and he seems to like the feel of me touching him. He caresses my hair, moving his hands down to the back of my neck. I'm almost forty years old, and I never knew until tonight how sensual it is to have the back of your neck stroked. It feels so good I almost forget that I'm sucking another man's cock for the first time in my life.

I take the base of his cock in my hand and squeeze it firmly. This has the effect of sending more blood to the tip, where my tongue is caressing the helmet. Dave gasps in pleasure. I suck the tip while pumping the base with my hand, then every few seconds take it in as far as I can, then go back to sucking the tip. Dave responds with a "Oh, baby, suck it, yeah" every time I do.

I know I've always like the feel of my balls slapping into my wife's pussy, so Dave will probably like having his balls gently patted with my fingertips. He does. Does he like having them gently slapped from behind, too? Ah, yes, he does.

His hands grip the sides of my head, moving me back and forth against his pelvis. He chants "oh, yeah, suck my cock, suck it hard". He's moaning and groaning like he's gonna cum soon, and pushing his cock deep in my mouth.

With my hands free I can't help but to explore my own body as Dave fucks my mouth. My stockings feel so good on my legs, and my breasts feel so deliciously squishy, and my panty straps caress my hips, barely holding the gossamer fabric containing my erect and straining cock.

I'm wondering how I can arrange it so that he doesn't cum in my mouth when suddenly Dave's whole body stiffens as he grips my head tightly and pulls my mouth all the way onto his shaft. I push against his hips to escape, but he's so strong I might as well push against a brick wall.

My efforts to escape only stimulate him even more, and his cock gets rock-hard once, twice, three times. I feel his hot, creamy load shoot against the back of my mouth as Dave lets out a frenzied "Hnnngghh" of release.

I have no choice but to swallow the cum as Dave keeps his cock in my mouth for a few seconds after his orgasm. Then he pulls out, squeezes the final remnants of creamy jizz out to the tip, and rubs it all over my face.

My cock is still rock hard.

Dave smiles and says, "Oh, Annie, that was awesome. You say you've never sucked a cock before? You were born to it. Now, stand up."

I'm still reeling from the revelation that apparently I'm a born cocksucker, so I obediently do what he says. "Cocksucker", my mind repeats, as Dave pulls the dress over my head, being careful not to disturb my wig. "Does she swallow?", my mind asks. "Oh, yeah, like a pro", it answers itself smugly.

Dave pushes me back on the bed, so I'm laying down on my back, still wearing a slip, garter belt and stockings, high heels, and my panties. It seems wrong to see my still-hard cock poking out of my panties and creating a little tent in the soft slip material, so I raise one knee to camoflage it a little.

"God, you look sexy", says Dave, as I've realized that inadvertently I've struck a seductive pose.

"No, I...", I begin, but Dave interrupts.

"Now it's your turn, my little sex kitten", he says with a sly grin.

He lies next to me and forcefully kisses me. I can feel his manly package, flaccid but still quite large and covered in my spit, on my thigh and his hand on my right breast as his tongue explores my mouth. Without realizing quite why, I respond with my own tongue to his strong kisses. What am I doing?

His hands have started caressing me over the whole length of the slip, then down past the slip onto my thighs. He pulls the garter belt strap up and snaps it back down, causing me to cry out in surprise and pleasure.

He pulls away from my recently raped mouth and begins to kiss me down my chest, down my stomach, his hands caressing me the whole way. I don't want them to, but my legs slowly spread open wide as he does this, and finally his head is at my pelvis.

He pulls up the sheer fabric of my slip, and I gasp at the thought that now my panties are fully exposed to view. No one has ever seen me wearing panties like this before. Dave seems to like the view, as he gazes hungrily at my crotch. Pulling aside the thin fabric, he exposes my balls and bends his mouth down to kiss and lick between them.

It's like I was doing to myself earlier, only a hundred times better. I squirm and moan under the ministrations of his able lips and tongue on my pussy, and my feet—still wearing my sexy high heel shoes—clench behind his back in a frenzied embrace.

His tongue caresses my pussy, and his hands caress my stocking-clad legs, lingering at the edges of my panties, moving up over my slip to my breasts. His hands cup the breasts, while his fingertips caress my real nipples through the two layers of thin, soft fabric. Embarrassed at my reckless abandon, but unable to stop, I arch my back and moan in pleasure.

Pulling the thin straps down over my shoulders, exposing my breasts, his hands gently rub the sides and bottom as I moan in pleasure. Then he grips both breasts firmly as his fingertips slide under my bra to tickle my real nipples underneath. If I thought what he was doing before was amazing, this made me almost cum right there.

Then Dave breaks off, pulling my panties back into place over my balls. I'm disappointed briefly, until I notice that he's hard again and says, "On your hands and knees, wench! I'm gonna shove my cock so far up your ass you're gonna taste it in the back of your throat."

He says it like a threat, but in my frenzied state I gladly comply. I'm now staring at the headboard with Dave behind me. Again he pulls up my slip, and I gasp in surprise as he pulls my panties down just below my ass. I've never been so vulnerable in my life.

"Wait!", my mind screams, "you're about to get Fucked In The Ass!"

Then Dave's hands are on my hips and I can feel the tip of his cock resting against my anus. It's all slimy—is that his pre-cum or did he lube up? I don't have time to contemplate it as he shoves forcefully and I cry out in pain as his cock goes into me about an inch. My sphincter tightens involuntarily and forces him back out. But not for long. He pushes again and this time the pain is worse and he's in about halfway up his shaft.

He moans in pleasure and begins slow, steady thrusts. "God, you're one tight little wench", he grunts as his pubic hair bumps up against my ass.

Moving slowly at first, Dave pulls back about an inch, then slams his cock all the way in again. Then out a little more, and in all the way again. Slowly but surely Dave increases his thrusts until he's actually exiting my ass and penetrating me again every time.

"You like this, don't you?", he taunts. "God help me, yes!", I think, but all my mouth can do is give a little yelp as his cock slams hard and deep into my ass and his balls swing forward and slap into mine.

Now the pain is receding and I can feel the sensation of his cock stimulating my prostate. My sphincter relaxes and to my great surprise I find that it's making my cock rock hard again. Moaning in pleasure, I begin to push back against his thrusts as he thrusts forward. His cock goes in me farther than ever and I can feel his balls hitting me as he grips my hips over my garter belt straps and starts banging away with abandon.

As Dave slams my ass harder and harder, impaling me on his cock over and over again, my own cock is rubbing against the soft fabric of my slip and panties. My breasts, pulled down by gravity, hang low enough in my bra that they are brushing against my nipples with each vigorous thrust. The nylon stocking material covering them is making my nipples tingle.

Dave, having already orgasmed once, is certainly going to last longer this time. He pumps his cock into my ass again and again and again, and his hands explore my stockings, my waist, my swinging tits, my hips, my pubic hair. He slaps my ass, and plays with the straps holding up my stockings. Sometimes he just rests his hands on the satin fabric on my back, and even that is sensual and exciting.

Then he grips my hips strongly and pulls me to him with each thrust, sending his cock deep inside me until I feel his pubic hair on my ass and his balls swing forward and hit mine. Do I like that feeling? Oh, yes, I do. I match his thrusts forward with my own thrusts backward, and Dave is excited by my excitement.

I hear Dave grunting and I know the end is near and my nipples are rock hard and his balls slam against me and his cock just fills me and...and...and...Uuunnnnggggghhhh I experience the most explosive orgasm I've ever had. Over and over my cock spurts cum into my panties as Dave moans and I feel my ass fill with his hot load. He keeps thrusting a few seconds longer, then shoves his cock in as far as it will go just to make sure every last drop goes inside me.

As he slides out of my ass, I succumb to exhaustion and fall to the bed asleep. I'm vaguely aware that he hasn't deleted that last picture, but at this point I don't care.

Hours later I awake to find myself soaked with cum (both his and mine), panties pulled down around my thighs (elastic stretched way out, I'll have to throw those away, oh well), cum leaking out of my sore and bruised asshole, and wonder what has become of me. It was interesting, yes, and even pleasurable, but now that it's over I'm glad. I've got my pride (what's left of it, anyway), and somehow being the cocksucking, assfucked slutty girlfriend for a casual acquaintance from work just doesn't fit in.

I stagger in to the bathroom to clean up. Dave has apparently found my lipstick and written something on the mirror:

THANKS ANNIE. HAD A GREAT TIME. SEE YOU TOMORROW - BE DRESSED AND READY AT 7 PM.

See you tomorrow? See you tomorrow??? Shit, shit, shit.

And what's worse? "DRESSED" is underlined. Twice.

  

  

  

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