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BLKMALED Part 3a

"BLACKMALED"
By DATS HER & DATS HIM

Part 3 - THAT'S ALL?

  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
tin 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 band 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 inning 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.