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"BLACKMALED"
By DATS HER & DATS HIM

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  "Damn it!" Ann said, completely frustrated with herself.
  She wasn't perturb because this was another mistake she made on the computer
terminal. No, Ann was angry because the itching and moisture coming from her
pussy was getting worse. She'd done nothing but squirm and wiggle in her chair
since coming to work this morning. She knew why she was this way, and was
reluctant to admit it, but admit she did. After the other day with her
boyfriend and his boss, Ann decided to go along with Sam's blackmail. It made
her jumpy and uneasy, though. How could she be so turned on by the idea of
becoming a slut? Especially with a man made her do things she never even
dreamed of doing before! Her pussy quivered again, and she felt the wetness
seeping from her.
  "Shit! Another pair of pantyhose I have to change!" an exasperated Ann said.
  Even if she was a top executive in one of the cities largest firms, Ann was
going to enter a world she knew nothing, or very little about. She was now
constantly thinking about sex, so this might help. Her thoughts weren't of
romantic moments, loving caresses, or tender kisses either. Her mind was filled
with lewd and pornographic visions. Ann knew it was normal to speculate about
these things from time to time, but was it okay to dwell upon them the way she
had been. Ann wasn't just preoccupied with her perverted thoughts, she was
obsessed by something she could only describe as a depraved lust. There wasn't
a single moment, sleeping or awake, when she didn't think about fucking or
wrapping her lips around a cock.
  Ann's customary thoughts were usually about work and her other opinions were
very conservative. She usually dressed modestly, always watched her language,
and never flirted with men. These admirable traits were now being tossed away
like yesterday's newspaper. Ann had experienced a sexual ecstasy she never
thought was possible over the last couple of days, and wanted to explore and
know more about it. Still, she had to be careful. Ann wouldn't mind Sam using
her for sex, but she didn't want him to take advantage of her position in the
company. Maybe this is what excited her.
  Danger! Risk! Were these the things she was drawn to? Had her life been too
orderly, too well planned and organized? That certainly wasn't the case when
she was with Sam. With him, there was adventure, the unknown. He was always
surprising her, sometimes is a sick way, but still, he was full of surprises.
  Ann was suddenly startled from her daydreaming by the phone.
  "Finance, Ann speaking."
  "Get dressed slut!"
  "It's only..."
  "I don't want to hear it! Dress up!" Sam cut her off.
  "Sam, please! I need to..."
  "I'll tell you what you need and when you need it, now pay attention! There's
a theater at the corner of 6th and Main. I want you to buy a ticket and wait
for me in the middle of the last row. You got that?"
  "But, I..."
  "Knock it off! Just be dressed up, and have your ass parked in the middle of
the last row in one hour!" Sam said and hung up.
  She was expecting him to call later in the afternoon, not before lunch.
Still, Ann experienced a thrill listening to his voice over the phone. Sam
seemed to have a knack of judging how to turned her on. She didn't know how he
did it, but he always did. Ann cleaned off her desk, told her secretary she'd
be gone the rest of the day, then prepared herself to meet Sam.
  After she locked her office door, and while she removed her work clothes, Ann
was trying to imagine what might happen and almost had an orgasm thinking of
the possibilities. After she was naked, she got some cologne from her purse and
applied a small drop to her already swollen mound. If she was going to act like
a bitch in heat, she didn't want to smell like one. Ann was very excited and
looking forward to showing herself off again. She selected an outfit that would
highlight all her charms from the trusty flight bag. The piece of luggage had
become a regular fixture in her office closet, like her overcoat.
  When she picked out the clothes, Ann got dressed. First, she put on a black,
crotchless panties/garter belt combination. The seat of the panties was
transparent, and only veiled her small rear end. She shaved closely that
morning and her pussy, totally exposed and puffy, was outlined by sparkling
rhinestones bordering the cut-out in the crotch of the panties. Looking down,
Ann thought the sexy garment was a blunt statement that she wanted to be
fucked, and loved
the appearance. She then put on a pair of black silk stockings. They were
extra-long and came high on her slender legs. She attached the exquisite lace
bands of the nylons to the garters, then stretched the straps tight, leaving a
scant few inches of luscious creamy thigh between the stockings and her sexily
displayed pussy.
  The dress she picked out was a black number that hugged every curve of her
fine figure. It was a stark contrast to her golden hair and soft white flesh.
The front was open wide and plunged to the waist, revealing most of her firm
breasts and flat stomach. The lower portion of the dress embraced her hips
nicely, and came down mid-way on her calves. It had two long slits running down
both sides, showing off her shapely legs in a provocative manner. Ann finished
dressing by putting on a pair of shiny black pumps with thin 5 inch heels. She
then sat at her desk and applied fresh makeup. Paying special attention to her
mouth, Ann used a generous amount of lip-gloss over the deep red lipstick she
on. Finally ready, she put on her overcoat, grabbed the flight bag and her
purse, and headed out of her office.
  Sam saw her car coming down the street. For the past fifteen minutes, he kept
other people from parking in the spot Ann was now pulling into. It was only a
little past one in the afternoon. He already bought his ticket and was inside
the theater. There were maybe 10 or 15 people seated all around. 6 or 7 looked
like business men on a lunch break. The others looked just as dirty as the man
selling tickets out front. He counted 5 men in the second from the last row,
but none in the last. When Ann arrived, he quickly went to the men's room down
the hall, and watched what she did from there.
  When she shut the engine off, Ann got out of her car, locked it up, walked
around to the sidewalk, and stepped up to the ticket window.
  "Just one, please."
  "You sure, lady?" the grubby looking man asked.
  "Yes, only one!" Ann said.
  "That'll be five bucks."
  After grabbing her ticket, Ann went inside. From what she could see, it was
an old theater, but a clean one. She walked down the hallway, opened the first
door, and went in. The sudden darkness caused her to be blinded, but she
stepped to her left, and worked her way to the center of the last row.
  "Excuse me! I'm sorry." Ann said twice as she hit the heads of two people.
  She wasn't trying to make any noise, but couldn't help it as her high heels
clicked on the concrete floor while she kept bumping into people. When she
thought she was in the center, Ann took her coat off, sat down, and placed her
purse and coat on the seat next to her. She then looked around to see where Sam
was.
  She noticed several men get up, and move closer to her. One guy even climbed
over the row in front of her and sat down only two seats away, right next to
her things. Ann grabbed her purse and coat defensively. The man calmly got up,
and sat down next to her. He kept his head pointed straight, but Ann could see
his eyes were roving to her. She lightly, but firmly, nudged his elbow, letting
him know he was crowding her. The man took the hint, and moved his arm a
little. Off to her left, she noticed the door open and a huge man entered. It
was Sam. He made his way to her, and sat on her left.
  "Put that stuff under the seat." Sam said, pointing to her purse and coat.
  Ann placed her things under her seat.
  "Turn around." Sam ordered.
  "Why?"
  "Just do it!"
  Ann faced the stranger on her right. He politely smiled, and she politely
smiled back. His eyes traveled down her dress, and his smile got wider. Ann
blushed, and her heart skip a beat, but she did nothing to hide the view she
was giving him. She saw his gaze wander lower, and his eyes opened real wide.
Sam placed something around her neck, and told her to bend her head down. When
she did, Ann saw what the stranger was looking at. Her garter straps and
stocking tops were revealed in the bright glare coming from the movie screen.
  "Don't take that off!"
  "What is it?" Ann asked and quickly turned around, trying to adjust her
dress.
  "The dog collar you bought."
  Sam had it engraved. Later, she would find out what was engraved on it.
  "Now, put these on."
  She looked at the shiny metal objects he was holding, then at Sam's face.
  "I said put them on!"
  "Come on, Sam?" Ann pleaded.
  The way she looked, said she was embarrassed, but not shocked.
  "Do it!" Sam barked.
  Ann turned her back to the stranger on her right, then took a pair of
handcuffs from Sam. She was shaking so much she nearly dropped them. After
getting it locked around her right wrist, she took the other set and put them
on her left wrist. Ann's favorite fantasy was to be held down while her
boyfriend ravished her, and the handcuffs reminded her of it. This, plus
knowing the stranger on her right was watching, had Ann's pussy steaming in
seconds. She was excited, and tried hiding that excitement from Sam.
  Grabbing her left arm, Sam secured the open end of the handcuff to the
armrest, then leaned across her and did the same to her right arm. He then
shook the handcuffs, making sure they wouldn't come loose. The men sitting
close by turned their heads when they heard the chains rattling.
  Ann's heart was pounding like crazy. She thought of the man next to her, and
turned slightly to look at him. His jaw was open, and he was staring down at
her wrists.
  "How's the movie?" Sam asked.
  "Uh... I... I don't know." Ann stammered.
  "Well, look up and find out!"
  "Oh my... I have to get out of here!"
  On the large screen, two women were sucking and licking an enormous cock
while they were being fucked from behind by two other men. This was in a porno
theater! Ann's blood pressure shot up, and she began to have a hard time
breathing.
  "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Sam said and stood up.
  Not wanting to be left alone, Ann quickly started to follow him. The chains
on the handcuffs rattled, and she was jerked back into her seat. Hoping nobody
heard the clinging and clanging sound she made, Ann tried to pretend nothing
happened by looking straight ahead, as though she'd been watching the movie the
whole time from her slouched position. This didn't fool the people around her,
and it didn't help Ann.
  Up on the screen was a triple close-up of the fuck film. The left image
showed the pussy of one woman getting fucked. The right image showed the other
woman being fucked in the ass. The middle one showed the huge cock being
deep-throated by one of the women while the other one licked and sucked his
hairy testicles.
  Ann wasn't embarrassed about watching the movie, she and her boyfriend had
viewed many XXX-Rated tapes. But, that was in the privacy of his apartment, NOT
in a public theater! He tried talking her into going to a place like this, but
she always was able to talk him out it, saying the movies made her horny, and
she didn't want to get that way unless he could do something about it. She
didn't lie about that. Ann was horny and getting hornier by the minute.
  Without moving her head, Ann looked around, eyes pivoting like a
ventriloquist dummy's would. Several of the men were stealing glances at her
every now and then, especially the two men sitting to the left and right in the
row in front of her. Her whole body suddenly stiffened when she felt a hand on
her right knee. Ann tried to cross her legs, but the sweaty palm of the man
next to her held her leg down.
  "If you don't get your hands off me, I'll call the manager." Ann whispered.
  "Go ahead! Then ya gotta explain this!" the man said, shaking the handcuffs
and slowly moving his hand higher up her leg.
  Ann wanted to die! There was no way she could explain the handcuffs, and she
certainly didn't want to create a scene that would attract attention to herself
either. She genuinely was frightened now. This wasn't like the other day. At
least then she had a couple of drinks to loosen her up and deaden her senses.
Being stone-cold sober while a complete stranger fondled her was very
terrifying. It put a knot in her stomach the size of a baseball, and made her
blood pressure to a dangerous level.
  Ann watched and felt the man next to her rub her leg, his calloused hand
quickly sliding up and down her nylons from the knee to the lace band high on
her thigh. Ann couldn't bear to look as he went higher with each hot caress.
The two men in front of her were no longer watching the movie. Sideways in
their seats, they looked at what the man was doing between her legs. As soon as
she glanced at them, she felt the same excitement as in the bar the other
night. Their lustful gazes made Ann's nipples harden, and her pussy began to
tingle and
churn in its juice. She noticed the one on the left had his dick out, and was
jerking-off. Ann inhaled sharply when she felt the fingers of the man next to
her reach above her stockings, gripping the goose-bump covered flesh close to
her mound.
  One last time, Ann tried to put her legs together. The stranger suddenly
pulled her dress up, and spread her legs farther apart. Ann's jewel-outlined
pussy was now visible to everyone, and audible gasps came from all the men in
her vicinity. When some of the other men in the theater heard this, they turned
around, saw what was going on in the back row, and started changing seats. Ann
was soon surrounded by seven men as the stranger on her right continued to
fondle her.
  He placed the palm of his hand on her exposed mound, causing her to jump and
sigh from the direct contact on her aroused clit. He then pressed hard against
her pussy, and began to move his hand up and down. An involuntary moan escaped
from Ann as she threw her head back. Seeing that the pretty blonde enjoyed
having him play with her, he leaned over, grabbed her dress, and began raising
it to her waist. Almost in a trance, Ann lifted herself as she stared into the
man's eyes. Suddenly, he covered her legs up with the dress and quickly took
his hands away from her. Sam was making his way to his seat.
  "Is the movie any good?" Sam asked, not realizing how loud he was.
  Ann didn't reply, but unintentionally, Sam started a wild conversation as
comments were shouted from small crowd around them.
  "What movie?"
  "The movie's back on?"
  "I got a stiff neck."
  "Fuck your stiff neck, I got a stiff cock!"
  "Hey fella, there's an empty seat next to me."
  "Ah, who cares! Who's got the stiff neck?"
  "How'd he get it stiff?"
  "Will you guys pipe down! I'm beating... I mean, I'm watching the movie!"
  "My hands are nice and warm."
  "Jesus Christ! Somebody should give HIM a stiff neck!"
  "Promises, promises!"
  "Let's go! The balcony's empty." Sam said as he got the key out, and unlocked
the handcuffs from around Ann's wrists.
  "Can I watch?" a guy asked.
  "Fuck that! Hey buddy, you need some help?" another one asked.
  "We'd like to be alone. Give us a couple minutes, okay?" Sam said.
  "One Mississippi... two Mississippi... three Mississippi..." the man who
fondled Ann started counting.
  Led up the stairs by Sam, Ann's yellow hair and white skin shined brightly.
The balcony had been lit because of complaints. The management figured it was
easier to light it up than close it off, then have to hire someone to make sure
nobody went up there. Sam and Ann walked until they reached the center of the
balcony. He then made his way down a row of seats, pulling Ann by the arm. Once
they were in the brightest area, he stopped. Grabbing her coat and purse, Sam
dropped them onto the chair in next row, and told her to sit down.
  Ann felt as though she were only along for the ride. She knew Sam had
something in mind, but couldn't figure out what it was yet. Even though the
balcony was lit, she was glad he brought her up here because she was afraid of
what might have happened downstairs.
  "I hope that dress wasn't expensive." Sam said as he undid his belt.
  Standing right in front of her, Sam pulled his pants completely off, threw
them on her things, then leaned back on the seat in front of her. He was naked
from the waist down, and staring at her.
  Ann's mouth was almost watering the minute Sam took off his pants. She was
still amazed by his size. Soft, he was thicker and longer than any man she ever
saw. Totally astonished, Ann watched as his dick grew and throbbed before her
eyes. He was slowly becoming erect, and he wasn't even touching himself! Ann
looked up. She immediately became more excited. Sam had the same hungry look
for her as the men downstairs.
  "Put your feet up here." Sam said, patting the seats on either side of him.
  Ann raised her legs, placing her high heels on backs of the chairs Sam
pointed to. He grabbed both her ankles and pulled them until her feet were
dangling over the seats. When he did this, her legs parted, and her dress
bunched up to her
waist. Sam stared at the lingerie she had on, momentarily stunned by the erotic
sight she made.
  "You're learning." he said and tightly gripped his dick.
  Ann, her eyes glazed over, mutely nodded her head as she watched Sam place
both hands around his dick, slowly stroking himself. She was sure it would
stand straight out from his loins if he let go.
  "Tell me what you want, Ann."
  She couldn't answer him. Not because she didn't want to, but because she
couldn't make up her mind what she wanted first.
  "What's the matter? Hell, I can see your cunt is wet. You want to suck my
cock, or just have me stick it in your pussy?"
  Ann slowly brought her legs down and spread them wide open.
  "So, the slut can't talk, but she wants to fuck. Okay, stand up and bend
over."
  Standing and turning, Ann closed her eyes and bent over. She tilted her head
back a little, and let out a sigh when she felt Sam's hands on her shoulders.
He pushed the top of her dress down, baring her breasts to the world.
  "Lift your dress up like a good slut."
  Without delay, Ann pulled her dress up to her waist, spread her legs, and
stuck her ass high in the air. Sam heard some noise, and looked around. Several
men were coming upstairs. Chuckling to himself, he decided it was time for Ann
to put on another show.
  "Put your face in the chair, and stick your ass in the air higher!"
  Ann bent over as far as she could and stood on her toes, her dress falling
and covering her head completely. Sam buffed her pussy with the head of his
dick, but didn't put it in. Instead, he turned around and waved at the men in
the balcony, indicating he wanted them to sit closer. All the men got up and
moved to them.
  Ann didn't hear the sounds of shuffling feet and wouldn't have cared anyway.
All she thought about and concentrated on was the wonderful feeling of Sam's
huge cock rubbing the full length of her pussy-lips, gently nudging her clit
when the head poked through her thighs. She was already close to having an
orgasm. Sam grabbed his dick and wedged just the head of it into Ann's moist
hole. She moaned and pushed herself back at him. He put his hands around her
narrow waist and held her steady. His hips were far from her, but the head of
his cock was inside her wet opening. Lazily rotating himself in circles, he
teased her with his dick, not letting Ann push back at him and not pushing into
her.
  "I'm not going to fuck you until I'm sure you're ready for it." Sam said loud
enough for everyone to hear.
  Ann raised her head and turned toward Sam.
  "Please! Do me now! I'm ready. God, am I ready!"
  "Oh? Well, maybe I'm not."
  "Don't tease me. Do it, Sam. Do it!"
  "You know what I want to hear. Say it."
  "God, Sam! Please! Fuck me!"
  "Still not good enough."
  "Fuck me with your beautiful cock. Please! I need it!"
  "Come on, say it!"
  "I'LL BE YOUR SLUT! Okay? Is that good enough for you? I'll do whatever you
want me to do! Just fuck me, Sam! Fuck me now!" Ann screamed.
  Sam reached around to the front of Ann's dress, undid the snaps he found, and
took it off her. Throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes, he then leaned
back on the seat behind him. Putting his feet between Ann's legs, Sam pulled
her up. His dick rushed inside her when he pushed Ann down into his lap. Being
suddenly impaled by the full length of his enormous cock, Ann's mouth gaped
opened and her head jerked up in shock.
  With Ann's silky legs straddling the outside of his, all the men collectively
groaned when Sam spread his legs wide open, revealing his penetration to
everyone. Their audience was impressed by not only how deeply he had entered
her, but that the blonde wasn't screaming in pain. Sam began to squeeze Ann's
breasts and gently pinch her nipples, causing her to moan with pleasure. The
whole balcony began to reverberate with thunderous applause, whistles, and
cheers.
  The loud uproar made Ann open her eyes in surprise. Feeling like she'd been
caught in the middle of some horrendous criminal act, Ann trembled. She was
caught! Caught with Sam's massive, black cock buried deep inside her pussy
while half a dozen or so men sat within arms reach. She never felt so wicked as
she did then. Her exhibition in the bar was kid's stuff compared to this vulgar
display of her desire to be fucked. Quickly looking around, she saw that every
man had his dick out and was jacking-off.
  "Well, you wanted my cock. What now?" Sam said from behind her.
  Momentarily, Ann had forgotten about Sam. Slowly bending forward, she placed
the palms of her hands on each of Sam's thighs and gingerly raised her rear
end. Her squeezing vagina felt every millimeter of his huge dick withdraw as
she lifted herself up.
  "Look at her cunt!" one of the men groaned.
  Ann looked, too. Her pussy was clamped tightly around the dark shaft of Sam's
cock. This was one of the images she had daydreams about. The thrill of
actually seeing it was much better than thinking about it. She lifted higher
and watched the pink inner flesh of her pussy slowly unfolded, clinging to
Sam's thick cock and leaving a glistening trail on it as they slid up his
shaft. There was absolutely no pain. All Ann felt was a marvelous sensation
deep inside her wonderfully stretched pussy.
  Sam still couldn't get over the tightness of her pussy. As wet and as hot as
Ann was, he thought she would have expanded, but she didn't. He wanted to start
fucking her, but allowed Ann to set the pace. If she wanted to go slow, that
would be fine. Since she would be fucking him in front of all these men, she
couldn't later deny she was his slut.
  "Maybe when I'm done, I'll have you fuck these guys. How would you like
that?" Sam asked.
  "Oh my God!" Ann exclaimed as she heard Sam, and felt him shove a couple of
inches of his cock suddenly back into her.
  The idea of fucking all these men set off fireworks in her mind, and Ann
started moving faster. She raised herself as high as she could, but there was
still over a quarter of Sam's dick in her. She couldn't go up any further
because her legs were off the floor and she had nothing to push on. Ann lowered
herself and moaned loudly, sensations spreading throughout her entire body like
liquid fire. She quickly raised up again.
  "Go for it, baby! Go!" a man said.
  "Yeah! Come on, fuck his black cock you slut!" another yelled.
  "I can't wait to fuck her!" a man in front of her said.
  "You gonna fuck all of us?" one asked.
  "I hope she does!"
  "I'll settle for a blow-job!"
  "Hey buddy, you mind if we fuck her when you're done?"
  "You kidding? This slut's so hot! I've never met a woman who loves cock as
much as she does. I'll bet she could fuck and suck all you guys twice, and not
even break a sweat! How about it? All those hard cocks. Makes your mouth water,
doesn't it, slut?" Sam said as shoved hard into Ann.
  With all the men and Sam talking about her, Ann became delirious and started
to work herself up to a beautiful climax.
  "Just fuck me! Fuck your slut, Sam! Fuck your slut!" Ann muttered as she had
her orgasm.
  Sam felt, and everyone saw, Ann's body violently shake when she came.
Grunting like an animal, she ground herself into Sam's lap, brought her head
up, shut her eyes, and let loose with a wail that gradually turned to a sigh,
then finally a long moan as she quickly was building up to another climax.
  "Lets really show these guys what kind of slut you are." Sam said, lifting
her from his lap and off his cock.
  "Go on, sit down!" he told her.
  Ann didn't so much as make a peep. She sat in the chair in front of all the
men. Sam stepped up and leaned over her, jacking-off. Everyone got up and moved
closer to get a good look.