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"BLACKMALED"
By DATS HER & DATS HIM

Part 3 - THAT'S ALL?@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


  After locking her office door and closing the shades, Ann walked over to her
closet and kicked off her shoes, then quickly slipped out of her pantyhose.
Grabbing a small paper bag from the top shelf, she took out a garter belt and
shortened the straps. The sexy garment was her favorite color, pink. Lifting
the dress she still had on, Ann hooked it around her waist. Next, she took a
package of extra-long nylons from the bag and rolled the sheer stockings up her
legs, making sure their lace tops were as high as possible on her thighs before
attaching them to the garter belt. She then grabbed a white satin mini-skirt
from a hanger and wiggled it up over her hips. It was tight fitting and
expensive, with a row of hand-stitched, pink roses encircling the hem. The
blouse that matched the skirt was different and tricky to get into. Swiftly
pulling her dress over her head and removing her bra, Ann put her arms in the
sleeves of the blouse. The bottom of it wrapped around her stomach and tied
into a knot on her left side. It was loose across her breasts and open to her
navel. The last thing Ann put on was one of the new pairs of shoes. They were
white pumps with very high heels and went with the rest of her outfit.
  After hanging up her work clothes in the closet, Ann combed her hair and put
on some fresh makeup. Checking herself once more, she then put on her overcoat,
grabbed her purse and left work for her "4 o'clock appointment".
  Ann found an empty parking place close to the spot Sam said to meet and
nervously waited in her car for him to arrive. It was not the type of
neighborhood she wanted to be in and discovered this after she made the mistake
of parking on the wrong side of the street. Her door was next to the sidewalk.
Everyone who passed by looked her over. Most of the people quickly went about
their business but several examined her closely because she stood out like a
sore thumb.
  One group of teenagers, obviously a bunch of punks, tried to talk her into
getting out of the car. Even though they looked young, they were very graphic
in describing the things they'd like to do with her if she'd only unlock her
car door. After she ignored their filthy comments, they began trying to break
in, then suddenly started running to the corner. Someone had come to her
rescue. It was the man blackmailing her and the reason she was here to begin
with.
  "Unlock the damn door!" he shouted.
  Ann opened the door and Sam got in.
  "You got everything from the list?"
  "Yes" Ann replied angrily.
  "You dressed up the way I told you to?"
  "Yes. Listen, why..."
  "Take the coat off and let me see!" Sam said, cutting her
  Quietly, Ann unbuttoned her overcoat.
  "Not bad. Let's see it all. Throw the coat in back."
  Ann took her overcoat off and threw it on the back seat.
  "Spread your legs open." was Sam's next order.
  "What! Right here?"
  When he started to get out, Ann realized she made a big mistake.
  "Wait! I'll do it!"
  Sam left the car door open and turned back to face her.
  "I'm not going to take any of your shit. You understand?"
  "I'm sorry." Ann said fearfully.
  "When I say do something, you do it! You got that?"
  Ann meekly shook her head.
  "Show me what you got on underneath that skirt!"
  Ann slowly raised the already short hem of her skirt up her thighs.
  Sam grabbed her leg and easily positioned her the way he wanted to. Ann's
right leg was bent, her knee raised and her high heel flat on the seat, while
he held other one to the floor. Because the skirt was so tight fitting, it slid
up her legs. The lace tops of her nylons and neatly trimmed pussy just beyond
them were in plain view now. Ann didn't like wearing panties, but wished she
had as Sam ran his hands up and down her silky legs. He then gripped her left
knee and shoved her legs wider apart.
  "Fuck anybody lately?"
  Ann blushed, remembering her experience at the adult bookstore. Sam noticed
her reaction.
  "How many guys?"
  When she did answer, he asked again.
  "I don't remember." Ann said without thinking.
  "You must be a bigger slut than I thought you were! That's good cause I like
a woman that loves to fuck. Now lift your ass and pull that skirt all the way
up to your waist!"
  Ann looked shocked, but only for a second, as she quickly raised her skirt up
to her waist. The cool air from the open door and the fear of what Sam might
want her to do next had Ann trembling all over. Traffic was slowing down now,
too, and horns started blaring as the cars approached, but Sam ignored them and
continued to give Ann orders.
  "Open your snatch and look at me."
  Nervous and embarrassed, Ann raised her head and dropped a hand between her
legs. She painstakingly spread her pussy-lips open and looked at him.
  "Where's the stuff at?"
  "In the trunk." Ann almost whispered.
  "Stay like that! If you want to play with yourself, go ahead, but keep your
legs and cunt open until I get back." Sam said and reached for the keys in the
ignition.
  Ann jumped, thinking he was going to touch her again. He grinned at her
reflex and got out of the car, leaving the door open.
  Ann was terrified that the drivers slowly passing by could see her and
started to close her legs. Sam yelled at her to stay the way she was and walked
to the back of her car.
  Sam saw her flight bag, boxes of shoes and a brown paper bag after he opened
the trunk. Starting first with the flight bag, he inspected her clothes. Next,
he opened a few of the shoe boxes. He then went through the brown bag and was
surprised she had gotten almost everything from the list, only the rope was
missing. Grabbing the dog collar from the paper bag, he walked back and threw
the car keys and dog collar at Ann.
  "Put this on, then start the car. You know what to do after that."
  Ann was grateful she would be able to cover herself and fleetingly thought
about pulling away once the engine was running. She then remembered the anguish
she went through when she made him mad the first time and didn't want to chance
making him that mad again. She looked into the rear view mirror and saw that
Sam was watching her. Ann put the dog collar on and started up the car. Unable
to delay any longer, she reluctantly leaned against the door and assumed the
same embarrassing position she was in before.
  Sam watched as she put her leg back up on the front seat and dropped her
hands out of sight. He decided to see just how far she'd let him go before she
said no.
  Ann was going through her own private hell. It took every ounce of willpower
she had to keep her legs and pussy spread open on a public street and in broad
daylight. She kept telling herself it didn't matter, that she had to have the
pictures Sam had. With her eyes closed and in a soft whisper, Ann kept
repeating, "I'll do anything... I'll do anything... I'll do anything..."
  Sam grabbed the vibrating eggs from the paper bag, closed the trunk and got
back inside the car, but still left the door open. He looked Ann over while he
opened the eggs and noticed a shiny silver name plate on the collar around her
neck. He reminded himself to have it engraved before he made her wear it again.
  Ann saw what he was opening and could have died. "He's not going to put those
in me!" her mind screamed "Not here! Oh God, please not here!"
  "Open your mouth and get these wet." Sam said as he shoved one of the eggs at
her face.
  Ann's eyes turned into huge saucers while she sat in stiff horror as the egg
passed between her clamped lips. The cheeks on both sides of her face puffed
out when the second egg was in. A single wire was running from her mouth to the
control in Sam's hand. Without warning, he turned the eggs on.
  Ann was scared out of her wits and shut her eyes tightly when the eggs began
jumping around inside her mouth. Everything the black man was doing to her was
unbelievable. Her teeth were chattering and her eyes were shaking in their
sockets. She tried to stop the eggs from moving with her tongue but it was no
use. When she thought she had them under control, Sam would only turn the speed
up. When he had them at their highest speed, Ann's eyes snapped open. Her
senses were more aware of what was going on than her brain.
  Sam was talking to her and Ann shook her head. She didn't know why she did
it, she just did. She only saw his lips move, not really hearing anything he
said, and nodded in agreement to whatever he was talking about. When Sam
finally turned the eggs off and yanked them from her mouth, Ann rubbed her jaw.
  "Go on, lay down and do it!" Sam said as he moved off the seat.
  Frightened beyond belief, Ann stretched herself out.
  "Put one foot on the dashboard and one over the seat!"
  Ann whimpered, but raised both her feet and put them where he said to. Her
legs parted, revealing her naked pussy, not only to Sam but to the cars slowing
down in the street. Ann turned her head toward the seat cushion, wishing she
could crawl into a ball and hide. When she felt his hands grab her ankles, Ann
jumped.
  "You got a busy schedule, so get cracking!"
  "What?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.
  "Shove one in your cunt and the other up your ass. You agreed to do it. Are
you telling me you won't do it now? Are you saying no?" Sam asked menacingly.
  Ann thought life was unfair. Because of one minor indiscretion, she had to do
whatever this sick pervert wanted. He could ruin her life or would keep
demanding more from her. She had to make a choice. Let him keep ordering her
around this way and do everything he said, or face the consequences. If there
was only some way of knowing he'd really give her all the pictures, she'd be
able to swallow her pride for a while.
  "You got until the count of three. One... two..."
  Before Sam said three, Ann grabbed the eggs from him and placed them between
her legs.
  "Shove the first one in your ass!"
  She flinched the instant the cold, oblong-shaped, metal sphere touched her.
Ann tried relaxing as best she could and tried to get the egg inside her but it
was too difficult, the wet egg was bigger than she thought. She let it go for a
second and placed her hands on the outside of her legs, then picked it up
again. Ann grimaced and pushed harder, the egg finally popping into her tiny
asshole.
  "Now your cunt! Put the other egg in your cunt!" Sam almost yelled at her.
  Ann's fingers fumbled around for the other egg. Finding it, she brought it up
to her vagina.
  "Damn! You're a fucking water facet down there."
  It was true. For reasons she didn't understand and didn't want to, her pussy
was already soaking wet and the second egg easily slid inside. Ann wanted to
die. Her body was responding to the humiliating things Sam was making her do.
She closed her eyes and tried to block out the world.
  "Turn them on!" Sam said and handed her the control.
  Bracing herself, Ann slowly rotated the dial on the control. Nothing
happened. She turned it some more. Nothing. All the way up. The eggs still
didn't move. Ann was thankful since this allowed the two wired-intruders time
to warm up.
  "Shake it!" Sam ordered.
  She shook the control and the eggs suddenly began vibrating at full speed.
  Her back arched high off the seat and her eyes opened wide in shock. The eggs
were bringing about sensations Ann didn't expect. Her vagina and buttocks began
clashing for attention, crying out for her to concentrate on what was taking
place inside each of them. Ann could only groan in response to the excitement
racing throughout her entire body. Her nipples joined the fight and were
begging to be touched. Ann suddenly dropped the control for the eggs and
grabbed her tits with both hands.
  "I never saw anybody get so hot, so fast. You're a natural slut." she heard
Sam say as he let her ankles go and grabbed the control for the eggs from the
floor.
  Ann couldn't understand why she became this turned on. Her hips were grinding
like crazy and pumping up and down. She tried in vain to remain still, but
couldn't.
  "Suck me off, slut!" Sam ordered as he straddled the drive-shaft hump and
moved Ann so her face was in front of his cock.
  Ann raised her head up, opened her lips and sucked his dick into her mouth.
  She was defeated again. Ann made up her mind to do whatever Sam asked to get
the pictures, but swore she would NOT enjoy anything he did to her. Whatever
else happened, she didn't want Sam to see her act like she did at the adult
bookstore. In less than 15 minutes, though, she was. Not only was she enjoying
everything, especially sucking his dick, but she didn't care who saw her doing
it.
  Sam was watching Ann carefully. Leaning over her head, with his arms on the
top of the seat for support, his huge dick was being licked and sucked. Ann's
legs were lewdly spread apart and up high. Her slender thighs and naked pussy
could be seen by anyone who drove by the open car door. Actually, her compact
ass was almost sticking out of the car as she bounced herself up and down on
the seat. Ann dressed the way he told her to, but even then she really didn't
look like a two-bit whore. Sexy, yes, but not sleazy. He had to be overlooking
something. Why was it so easy to get her to do whatever he wanted. The pictures
couldn't be the only reason.
  "That's enough for now, slut!" Sam abruptly said while he pulled his dick
from her mouth and turned the eggs off.
  With every nerve in her body still tingling, Ann slowed down her undulating
hips as tears began running from her eyes. It wasn't from the disgraceful way
she had just behaved, but from being so close to coming that she cried. Ann
whimpered, not in shame, but because she couldn't obtain the release only a
climax could bring. The spasms deep inside her pussy, the hot flashes that made
her cheeks a bright red, her nipples, ready to burst, were all reminders of how
wanton she had become. Like the other night, she knew it was wrong, and like
the other night, Ann didn't care.
  Sam was busy stringing the long wire from the eggs through her skirt and the
right sleeve of her blouse. Done, he told her to sit up
  "Leave those in but don't turn them on. I don't know about you, but I could
use a drink. See the stop light up there?"
  "Yes." Ann replied weakly.
  "At that light, we're going to make a left. A friend of mine runs a bar over
there. We'll park in back, so follow me." Sam said and was gone before Ann had
a chance to say anything.
  Ignoring Sam as soon as he got out and closed the door, Ann turned the eggs
on. She felt the marvelous vibrations again, but something was missing. She had
small climaxes, but not the big one she needed and had been so close to a
moment ago. Frustrated, Ann turned the eggs off. Making herself presentable,
she started the engine and put her car in gear as Sam pulled along side her.
  When they arrived at the bar, Ann parked her car next to Sam's and got out,
not bothering to shut off the engine. She was going to ask him for the
pictures, then leave. Sam had other plans. He opened his trunk and told Ann to
do the same. She thought he wanted everything, but he didn't. He checked to
make sure the eggs were still inside her and then took the paper bag out of her
trunk.
  "I'll keep this stuff, you keep the clothes handy."
  "What about the pictures? I did everything you asked me to do." she asked
nervously.
  "Did I say I was done? No, I didn't! You've been pretty good so far, so don't
fuck it up now. I'll let you know when you're done. You'll get the pictures,
but ONLY if you don't give me any shit. We understand each other?"
  Ann shook her head.
  "Where's the rope?" Sam asked, grabbing the control for the eggs from her and
turning them on low.
  Ann's heart skipped a beat and she turned white when she realized she forgot
to buy the rope.
  "Leave those on. I'll tell you when you can shut them off. We'll talk about
the rope inside. Right now, I'm thirsty." Sam said and walked away.
  Ann didn't know what to think. What was he up to now? Would he keep the
pictures? With trembling hands and shaky legs, Ann locked her car up as quickly
as she could, the eggs slowly oscillating inside her, and hurried after Sam.
  He was talking to someone at the bar when Ann walked in the back door. It was
only quarter to five, so only a few people were there. Sam was waving at her to
come over to the bar, but Ann didn't want to meet anyone in her present
condition and stayed where she was. Sam pulled some envelopes out of his jacket
and Ann almost ran to the bar.
  "This is Garcia. He's the friend I was telling you about."
  "Don't believe anything this black telephone pole told you about me." Garcia
said with a smile and held out his hand to her.
  Ann politely shook his hand, but didn't return his smile or say anything.
  "She's shy at first, but gets REAL friendly once she knows you better." Sam
said to his friend.
  "Go sit over by the wall. I'll get our drinks and join you in a bit." Sam
told Ann and pointed to a table in the back.
  "What a body! How did you two meet? And don't tell me she's a pro. She might
dress like one, but I'll bet the bar she isn't."
  "It's a long story, pal. Maybe one of these days I'll tell you. How about my
usual and a Tequila Sunrise for her."
  "Coming right up. You want a double?" Garcia asked with a wink.
  "No. Not necessary."
  "What? You fucked her already? How is she?"
  "Why not find out yourself?"
  "Really! Come on, no bullshit stories. You wouldn't mind?"
  "Like I said, find out yourself. When you get off, join us and get off
again." Sam winked and took the drinks from Garcia's hands.
  Ann was sitting with her back to the bar. She didn't want anyone to see her,
especially dressed the way she was, but Sam wanted her to be noticed and that
was why he told her to sit at that table. The bright lights from the jukebox
would show her off to everyone. This was part of his general plan.
  Sam was going to have Ann expose herself, and maybe let a couple of men
fondle her. He was going to teach the beautiful executive that she could get
turned on, no matter where she was or who she was with, and feel comfortable
about it. When she was able to show off without being embarrassed, then he'd
move on to the next phase.
  Sam told Ann to sit by the wall when got to the table, then grabbed her chair
and moved it to sit on her right. She was now where he wanted and could be seen
by anyone in the front or back of his friend's lounge.
  "You're starting to piss me off. First, you didn't bring everything I told
you to get, then you're rude to my friend. How would you like me to mail these
pictures? If that's what you want, just say so. I have nothing to loose. It's
your ass that's on the line! What's it going to be?"
  Ann was nervously playing with her drink. From the slow and steady vibrating
eggs in both her ass and pussy, she couldn't think straight. On top of this,
Sam was telling her to make up her mind. The choices were simple. Give in, or
be disgraced and fired from her job.
  Sam watched and knew what she was thinking about. He purposely put Ann in a
corner just then. He wanted her to feel she had no alternative. Pick the lesser
of two evils. Which one? What made it worse for her were the eggs. Ann couldn't
possibly concentrate and had to be confused by what her body wanted and what
her conscious was telling her. While she was still weighing the dreaded
options, he'd show her things weren't as bad as she thought they were. Reaching
into his pocket, he pulled out the envelopes and laid them on the table.
  "Tell you what, you can have the pictures now, but we're not done yet! Go
ahead, they're yours. Hurry up and finish your drink. I'll get us another one."
Sam said and got up from the table.
  What he said and the way he said it was a most welcome surprise. Ann was
hoping he had some compassion. Even if it meant throwing away everything she
had, she couldn't continue if Sam didn't care how he was treating her. As long
as he showed some thought for her, Ann could put up with almost anything he
wanted until she got all the pictures, otherwise, she just couldn't. Ann also
needed to know this would not go on forever and that she could trust him to
keep his word about ending it. By giving her the envelopes now, he was showing
her that his blackmail would end if she did everything he wanted. With a ray of
light at the end of the dark tunnel she was in, Ann grabbed her drink and
downed it.
  She then opened each envelope and looked at the picture and note inside. The
note was the same one that lied about her sexual desires, but Sam had put
different pictures in each one and also stated who received copies. The
original polaroid was even different from the ones in the five stamped
envelopes. The people they were addressed to couldn't ignore the pictures and
would certainly talk to each other, removing any doubt they may have had that
it wasn't their darling little Ann. This made her more grateful Sam gave her
the pictures.
  Ann carefully looked over each snapshot. She never bothered to look closely
at the copies Sam let her keep Monday, only locked them in her desk as soon as
he left her office. The original polaroid showed a near-naked Ann sitting on
the totally naked Sam. His enormous, ebony cock was sticking straight up
between her
spread thighs and she was jacking him off. His equally huge hands were
squeezing her breasts. The sight of herself like this and the eggs, made Ann
squirm.
  Sam and Garcia were talking at the bar when both of them noticed Ann's legs
separate a little.
  "You have to tell me how you met. Is she a secretary at one of the offices
your company cleans?" Garcia wanted to know.
  "Listen friend, I never kiss and tell. I will tell you this. If you know how
to treat her, she'll do anything you want. And, I do mean ANYTHING!"
  "Well, you poor excuse for a radio tower, at least you can tell me her name."
  "Just call her sexy. She'll answer to that."
  "So will my wife, you walking dildo! But she looks like she could eat her
weight in nachos, not like THAT!" Garcia joked.
  "When are you going to stop calling me names? You've been doing it since we
were in the army."
  "Was that when I hauled your ass off to the stockade? I'll start calling you
Sam when you stop bumping into my lights with your forehead. It's costing me a
fortune."
  "If you weren't so short, you wouldn't have to hang the lamps so damn low."
  While the two of them joked and laughed, Ann continued looking at all the
pictures. In an unnatural way, they were stimulating her more. She was looking
at proof that she enjoyed fucking Sam last week. Each one showed her face as
that of a woman completely aroused and lost in erotic passion. If these were of
someone else, Ann would swear it was a porno actress, faking it for the camera.
Everything was too sexy and too perfect to be real.
  Ann's pussy was beginning to spasm again when she heard the heavy footsteps
of Sam approaching the table. She quickly gathered the envelopes and pictures
and
stuffed them into her purse. Sam sat down and handed her another drink. The
after-work crowd was just starting to trickle in.
  "Well, I gave you time to think about it. Got anything to say?"
  Sam was surprised when Ann didn't put on her mute act.
  "Just one question. Why are you doing this? You seemed nice enough up there
with your friend, so why are you putting me through this? Why?"
  Ann wasn't out of character. A little bolder maybe, but that could be due to
the stress she was going through. Sam had to answer her cautiously. If he was
too stern, she'd think he was just sadistic. If he was too friendly, she might
tell him to go ahead and mail the pictures. Sam wasn't sadistic, and though she
didn't know it, he wouldn't mail the pictures. As usual, Sam was a step ahead
of her. He would bring back her fear, but not scare her so much that she's stop
meeting him when he wanted her. With his best poker face, he stared into her
eyes.
  "When you hand over my copy of the new contract, I'll give you an answer.
Except, I don't want your signature on it now, I want the old man's!"
  The effect he wanted was made. Ann looked like he just told her a secret
about herself that she didn't think anyone knew. Changing the topic, before she
dwelled upon it too long, he talked to her some more.
  "Garcia wanted to know your name. Of course, I didn't tell him. He also wants
to know how we met. The way I figure it, that's between only you and me, nobody
else. He is my best friend, though, so unless you tell him your name, or make
one up, he's going to call you sexy."
  "What do you mean? Why does he have to know my name?" Ann almost screamed.
  Getting hysterical, Ann was kicking herself for not bringing the contract
with her. Plus, those damn eggs were making her hornier.
  "Hey, calm down! He's only trying to be friendly! Get a grip on yourself!"
Sam yelled.
  His shouting at her in front of other people made Ann embarrassed. She
immediately realized that Sam was right. Garcia was suppose to ask questions
and be friendly with people, it was part of his job. She grabbed her glass to
take a drink and calm her nerves, but it was empty.
  "Is it okay if I have another drink?" she asked Sam quietly.
  "First, go up there and apologize to those people for making such a fuss over
nothing, then get your own damn drink you stupid slut!"
  Ann saw how mad she made him and wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
She got up and walked to the bar. Sam wasn't really mad. It was all an act. He
wanted to calm her down and it worked.
  "Sorry about the noise. We'll try to keep it down to a low uproar." Ann said,
smiling at everyone as she approached the bar.
  The only person who understood her was Garcia.
  "Sorry miss. What noise? We were arguing up here when I should have been
checking your drinks. I'll be right over with fresh ones." Garcia politely
lied.
  "Could you please make it something a little stronger?"
  "Sure. You go and sit your pretty self down and I'll bring it over."
  In Spanish, he asked his other customers if they knew of a drink stronger
than Tequila, because that's what the lady wanted. The small group consulted
among themselves for a bit, then one of the robust women suggested a Kamikaze.
She said that it always knocked her on her ass and should do the same thing to
the skinny blonde. While Garcia made a pitcher of them, the man at the far end
of the bar said he wouldn't mind seeing the blonde on her ass, or knees, or
stomach, and everyone laughed.