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 "BLACKMALED"
By DATS Him

PART 2 - ONLY THE BEGINNING?

     She stepped out of the elevator at exactly 8:55 Monday  morning.
The Vice-President of Finance walked through the hallways, saying the
obligatory hello to everyone she passed. Her secretary already had a
steaming cup of coffee and her appointment book laid out the desk. After
opening her closet, Ann gazed inside. Last Thursday evening, she was in
this same spot, but for a different reason. Ann reflected on  her
behavior and the events of that night. Things had changed since then.
She couldn't put a finger on what was different, but she had this gut
feeling that something was not the same.
     "Oh well, I better get to work." she said, talking out  loud  to
herself.
     "I know how you feel. It was all I could do to drag  myself  out
of bed this morning."
     "Please don't sneak up on me like that." Ann told her secretary.
     "Sorry. I'll wait until you've had your coffee, then come back."
     "That's okay Tracy. What do you need?" Ann asked.
     "I  only  wanted  to  let  you  know  that  I   scheduled   your
appointments for Tuesday and later as best I could. I figured that if
you're anything like me, you wouldn't want people bothering you the
first day after a long weekend. Today, you only have an 11:30 meeting
with Mr. More from Do-It-Right Janitors. I've already reserved the
conference room. He'll be here to renegotiate the building maintenance
contract. Don't worry about a time limit, you're the only one on the
list for the room all day. Other than him, you're free to kick back and
take it easy."
     While stepping to her desk, Ann  trembled  slightly  when  Tracy
mentioned the word 'Janitors'.
     "Thanks." Ann said and picked up her coffee.
     Sitting down, she thought about her weekend. Nothing went right.
Ann got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent the weekend alone.
Within 1 hour after he arrived at her apartment late Thursday night,
they were yelling and shouting at each other. She gathered that his
extensive business trip wasn't as productive as he would have liked and
it seemed as though he was taking it out on her.
      Setting her personal problems aside, Ann began to work  on  the
reports on her desk, the same reports she was suppose to complete last
Thursday night. Ann looked at her watch after closing the last folder.
It was 11:20. Ann buzzed Tracy, asked her for a few  things,  and
proceeded next door to the conference room.
     "Here are the files you wanted. There's  several  invoices  that
haven't been paid. Accounting wouldn't disperse the funds until they
have your approval." she told her boss.
     "Thanks Trace." Ann said, opening the files  and  going  through
them.
     Mr. More  arrived  at  11:30  for  his  appointment.  Tracy  was
startled by his silent and sudden appearance. He stood towering over her
desk looking for Ann. Eternally the busy-body and not ever embarrassed,
Tracy asked him how tall he was.
     "6 foot 10. And, before you ask, I don't play basketball. I  can
think of better ways to work up a sweat." Sam answered and smiled.
     Tracy chuckled at his joke then escorted him to  the  conference
room. Knocking once on the closed door, she followed Sam inside.
     "Mr. More, this is Ann Sutter, our Vice  President  of  Finance.
Can I get you anything before you start your meeting?" Tracy asked.
     "Coffee, black, will be just fine dear." Sam  said  and  took  a
seat across from Ann at the large conference table.
     Tracy couldn't help but notice the astonished look on Ann's face
when she saw Mr. More. Her boss was also turning a bright red and
suddenly became very nervous. Ann's reaction to the large man was
similar to her own, but Tracy doubted very much that Ann had the same
reason.
     The silence and hostility between  them  lasted  for  2  seconds
after Tracy left.
     "I believe I can close these files for good. Any  questions  Mr.
More?"
     "How do you want me to begin?" Sam asked.
     "Don't bother trying! If you'll excuse  me,  I  have  to  notify
security that your firm will no longer be working here." Ann said and
started walking toward the door.
     "Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up!" Sam hollered.
     Ann ran to the phone on her right  and  was  about  to  hit  the
intercom button, when his massive hands grabbed her small wrist.
     "It'd be a shame to break your arm. Now, sit  still  and  behave
yourself." he said and walked her back to the chair.
     "I don't know what you THINK you're going to accomplish, but you
just made the biggest mistake of your life buster! My secretary will be
back, and when she walks through that door, I'm going to scream my head
off."
     "Like you did the  other  night?  You'd  better  look  at  those
first!"
     Sam produced a white envelope from his jacket and  threw  it  at
her, causing Ann to jump. She picked it up from her lap and looked
inside. What she saw made her heart stop and her face turn white with
horror. It was a stack of pictures. Pictures he had somehow taken in her
office last Thursday! She only got a look at the top one when there was
a soft knock on the door and Tracy came in, carrying a tray with two
cups and a pot of coffee on it.
     "I'll  set  this  down  here  and  then  make  sure  you're  not
disturbed."
     "Thank you...Tracy? It is Tracy, right?" Sam asked her.
     "Yes sir, Mr. More."
     "Well Tracy, as you can see, we have a lot of things to go over,
so I'm glad you brought the whole pot. Thank you."
     "You're welcome sir." Tracy said and left.
     "What's this all about? How did you get these?" Ann asked  after
they were alone.
     Sam swung Ann's chair around so she was facing him and glared at
her. Ann cringed in fear at his imposing figure. When he did speak,
Sam's deep voice was evenly pitched and foreboding .
     "Never mind! It's too late for that. Right now, if I  were  you,
I'd be more concerned about other people seeing these. Your boyfriend
for instance, or the members of the Board of Directors. What do you
think they'd do after seeing these?" Sam said and paused while she
mulled it over.
     Ann knew she'd be ruined  if  anyone  ever  saw  them.  The  one
picture she did look at, showed her laying on top of Sam, passionately
kissing and making love to him. She didn't need to see the others.
     "Now pay attention, Ann, because I'm not going to repeat myself.
You and I are going to spend a lot of time together. You will  do
anything I want, any time I tell you! Do I make myself clear? If you
don't, I'll make sure every member on the Board of Directors of this
company, plus your boyfriend, get their own personal copy of those
pictures."
     "Okay, how much do you want?" Ann asked him.
     "First, I think you should reconsider the  contract."  Sam  told
her and stood up straight again.
     Fishing it out of  the  folders,  Ann  quickly  read  it.  After
scribbling some notes on it, she held the contract out to Sam.
     "There! That's double the amount and it's for three  years,  not
one!"
     "That's pretty generous, but I'm more  interested  in  what  you
have!"
     Ann took off her rings, bracelet, watch, necklace, and earrings.
     "This isn't strip poker. Keep going!"
     Ann looked at him incredulously as it finally dawned on her what
he had in mind. He couldn't possibly expect her to have sex with him!
Last week was a mistake and she certainly wasn't about to make the same
one twice, especially since he was blackmailing her.
     Sam saw what she was thinking about by the  look  in  her  eyes.
Still standing in front of her, he slowly and deliberately undid his
pants.
     "If you're afraid of someone barging in, I'll settle for a  blow
job!"
     "WHAT! YOU'RE CRAZY! NO WAY!"
     "Don't piss me off  or  I  swear  you'll  see  copies  of  those
pictures plastered on every bulletin board in this office before the day
is over. Now, open your mouth and start sucking my cock!"
     Ann could only sit speechless in her chair as Sam stepped closer
with his huge dick flopping around inches from her face.
     "It won't be as bad as you think. Hell, I bet you'll even  enjoy
it. You did last week. To show you I'm not such a bad guy after all,
I'll even give you an incentive. Every time you do what I tell you to
do, you'll get one of the original polaroids and all the copies I made.
Hell, I'll even let you pick which one you want."
     "WAIT A MINUTE! There's got to  be  over  a  dozen  pictures  in
there!"
     "Only nine. I gave you the first three last Thursday, remember?"
     "You want me to have sex with you nine times!"
     "Only eight, if you blow me right now."
     "How will I know you gave me all the copies? How do I  know  you
don't have more? How do I know you're not lying?
     "You don't!" Sam said flatly to emphasize she had no say in  the
matter.
     It was Thursday all over again. Ann couldn't  bring  herself  to
suck him off, but she couldn't refuse either. The pictures he had would
destroy everything she worked for since graduating from college. She
closed her eyes, wishing she were somewhere else. When she opened them
again, Sam's cock was closer to her face. She saw it twitch and wanted
to turn away, but he already grabbed her head and was holding still.
     Sam looked down and gradually pulled  her  to  his  crotch.  Her
hair, rubbing against his dick, felt soft and cool. He moved his hips
side to side and watched as his dick combed through her blonde curls
while her forehead was scraped by the lowest part of his zipper. He then
began pumping his hips and saw his ebony cock bury itself in her golden
mane, growing harder and longer with each stroke. Sam easily straddled
her chair and pinned Ann against the back cushion.
     "Time to play slut. That's what I'm going to say  from  now  on.
When you hear me call you a slut, that means you do what I tell you to
do and you don't stop until I say so! No questions and no bitching! Just
do it!"
     Ann meekly shook her head in agreement, but didn't say anything.
     "When I ask you a question slut, you better answer me. What's it
going to be?" Sam asked to make sure she was listening.
     "Okay. I won't argue." Ann replied.
     "Not good enough! I want to hear you say you'll be a slut when I
tell you to be one."
     Ann resigned to give him what he wanted to get the pictures. She
had no other choice. Whatever he wanted her to do, she would have to do
it. For the moment, all he wanted was a blow job. All she had to worry
about was not making him mad. After he left, she could try and figure
out a way of getting the pictures from him, but not right now.
     "I'll be your slut. Whatever you want, I'll do it  and  I  won't
argue with you." Ann told him.
     "That's more like it. Now open  your  mouth  and  suck  my  cock
slut!"
     Sam bent his knees and shoved his still growing  dick  at  Ann's
face. When it touched her lips, she opened  her  mouth.  She  was
cooperating better than he expected. The bonus of having his contract
doubled was a welcome surprise also. He'd have to make sure she didn't
change that.
     When Ann felt his prick touch her lips, she didn't stop it  from
entering her mouth. Instead, she opened her mouth as best she could and
allowed him to push it in. He was forcing her to do it, but he couldn't
force her to enjoy it like Ann did last Thursday.
     Sam noticed the way she was obediently  allowing  him  fuck  her
mouth. This was fine, but it wasn't great. He wanted her to act like she
did last week. It didn't matter though. His cock was so huge, that the
friction alone would get him off. Sam started to fuck her face, making
the chair rock with each thrust, and soon her lips were sliding back and
forth over his dick. In a short while, the conference room filled with
the sounds of the attractive blonde's mouth wetly and noisily being
fucked by Sam's cock. The slurping and smacking noise of Ann's lips
mingled with the creaking clamor made by the springs in her chair as Sam
relentlessly plunged his gigantic cock in and out of her mouth.
     "If my dick pops out one more time, you won't  get  any  of  the
pictures. You better start sucking it like you did the other night
slut!" Sam shouted.
     He was telling Ann she had to eagerly blow him, not just  permit
him the use of her mouth. After his warning, she clamped her lips around
his shaft and tried to keep it in her mouth, even though he wouldn't
move his legs when she attempted to bring her hands up and hold his dick
in place. When Sam felt the added pressure of her lips around his dick,
he began to fuck her mouth more rapidly. Her head was driven against the
chair and her mouth slid farther down his cock every time he thrust at
her. All Ann could see was the blurry twinkle of his zipper as his cock
swiftly penetrated and withdrew from between her lips. She was getting a
headache from the pounding he gave her, but she wasn't about to loosen
her lips. When the spongy head of his cock bumped against her tonsils,
she heard Sam grunt loudly. He did this several times and sounded like
he was enjoying the discomfort it caused Ann. When he finally did force
his prick beyond her tonsils, she started choking.
     Sam stopped moving when his cock fucked into  Ann's  throat.  He
couldn't believe how tight and warm she was. This was just as good as
fucking her cunt, and that was damn good. Sam was real glad he decided
to use the pictures against her. When he first thought of it, he wasn't
sure if he could do it. Now, he was absolutely sure he could. Ann was
born to be a slut, she just didn't realize it yet. By the time he was
done with her though, she'd know it and she would never be the same.
     Because Sam's cock was 11 inches long, there was still plenty of
his dark shaft protruding from Ann's mouth. Staring at her contorted
face from above with a satisfied grin, he kept her head pinned against
the chair with one hand and masturbated the base of his dick with the
other.
     "Yeah! In your fucking throat! You hear that! My cock is in your
throat! GET READY! HERE IT COMES! SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW ALL MY CUM! SUCK
MY COCK YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Sam howled and came.
     Ann was frantically gasping for air. She was gagging,  wiggling,
kicking and squirming in the chair beneath him. When his cum did start
shooting, her convulsions re violent as her stomach tried to vomit
the sperm he was forcing her to drink.
     After he finished coming, Sam deliberately took his time pulling
his cock out of her throat and mouth. Finally able to breath, Ann
inhaled and exhaled deeply. Stepping back and placing his dick back in
his pants, Sam noticed a small trail of cum dripping down the side of
her mouth. Ann was beginning to get her color back, but it was still
difficult for her to swallow. Her throat was irritated from being
enlarged by his dick, but at least her stomach had stopped wrenching.
     "Not bad. You were better last week though. Straighten  yourself
out. We're going to your office to discuss a couple of other things."
     Ann didn't argue with him. After wiping  her  mouth  and  making
herself presentable, she picked up everything from the conference room
table and followed Sam out the door. Relieved to see that it was noon
and everyone was at lunch, Ann marched into her office, Sam closing the
door behind her. She sat down at her desk and waited for Sam to speak
his peace.
     "See, that wasn't so bad. Now you get  one  picture.  Which  one
will it be?"
     Ann couldn't  answer  him.  She  didn't  want  to  look  at  the
photographs, but knew she better.
     "Don't worry. Take your time and  look  them  over.  I'm  in  no
hurry. By the way, that envelope is your's to keep. Call it a memento if
you want. You know, you're real sexy when you dress up. Ever do any
modeling? I'll bet you could be good at it. Maybe not as good as you're
doing here, but all the same, it's nice to have something to fall back
on in case the unexpected comes up." Sam said sarcastically.
     While he was talking, Sam idly walked around her office, looking
at all her diplomas and certificates hanging on the walls. He then
opened her closet and saw the familiar flight bag. Pulling it out and
setting it down on the couch, he examined the clothes inside. They were
the same outfits he saw last week.
     Ann was too busy and mortified flipping through the pictures  to
pay any attention to what Sam was talking about or doing. All the photos
were of her and Sam in very lewd sexual positions in the middle of her
office. There would be no doubt in anyone's mind who saw these that itthe
most. I love being held down or tied up as group of men or women
violently fuck every hole I have till I pass out. I love being ordered
to kneel in front of a group of people and forced to suck the cum out of
any cock or cunt that is shoved in my mouth. I always wear nylons,
garter belt, and sexy high heels when I go out. All my skirts and
dresses are short. My tits are firm and easily excitable. I have long
slender legs and a very slim waist. My warm blonde cunt, small tight
ass, and wet hungry mouth are always available after work. I don't care
about age, color, or size. I AM NOT LOOKING FOR MONEY! I am looking for
anyone who seriously wants to use me. I AM A SLUT! (Address and phone
are on the back of the picture.)
     Ann quickly turned the  picture  over.  Her  name,  the  company
address and phone number, even her extension, were hand written on the
back. It was now imperative for Ann get every copy Sam made of these.
She could not allow him to keep a single one.
     Though she knew the note was totally  preposterous  and  a  bold
face lie, the picture below it would prove otherwise to anybody else. It
showed that she was not only able, but also that Ann was very willing to
do precisely everything the sensational note said. There was no evidence
of her being forced or threatened to perform what she was doing in the
picture. In fact, of the two people in the photograph, Ann was the only
one who was vigorously doing anything. Even her own eyes could not deny
seeing the expression of absolute sexual pleasure that was on her face
when the camera took the snapshot.
     In the polaroid, Ann was kneeling over Sam. His face  could  not
be seen, but her's was. She was wearing a garter belt, nylon stockings,
and high heels, just like the note said she al else obstructed the
view of her lean and attractive body. Ann was aiming Sam's gigantic cock
right at her face as she fucked her pussy on the toes of his feet. The
excited nipples of both her breasts were poking against the middle of his
thighs while she expanded her mouth to form a large circle directly above
his dick. Her beautiful face was splattered with fresh blotches of cum. A
large stream of it was overflowing from her filled mouth. There was one
thick strand  of  sperm  vulgarly stretching from her tongue and Sam's
dick. Both her hands and his cock were covered with the gooey cum, but she
still held the base firmly.
     "I made seven copies of all nine pictures. One is for  you,  one
for your boyfriend, five are for the board members, plus the original
polaroid. I'll mail the other eight if you give me any shit! When I say
suck my cock, you better get on your knees and do it! You understand?
You even hesitate and it's your ass! You got it?"
     "Please! I'll do what you want." she begged.
     "You better! You got any more clothes like these?"
     "No."
     "Every time we meet, I want you in a different outfit with  lots
of leg and tit showing. You'll be getting a list of special things I
want you to pick up too. I don't care where you get them, but you better
have them when I call."
     "When will that be?"
     "I don't know, but you'll only have one hour to get dressed  and
meet me when I do."
     "What if I'm out of the office?"
     "That's your problem, not mine. If you have to go out  of  town,
you better let me know ahead of time. By the way, what's your home phone
number?"
     "I won't let you call me at home! NO! Not at home!"
     Sam got off the couch and slowly stepped up to  her  desk.  Ann,
imagining he was going to beat her up or something like that, leaped out
of her chair and ran to the opposite side of the desk he was standing
at. Sam reached down and grabbed all the envelopes he had just given
her.
     "You're back up to nine visits!  Unless  you  want  me  to  mail
these, you better give me your home phone number. It's your last fuc
Stockings (any color) NO PANTYHOSE!!!
      Garter Belts (10, the sexy kind)
      Handcuffs (2 wrist & 2 ankle)
      Rope (10' long, 1/2" thick)
      Dog Collar
      Dildo (2, 10" long vibrating kind if they have it)
      Vibrating Egg (battery operated & remote control)
      K-Y Jelly (2 tubes)
     She put the list down. The clothes were no problem. Dressing  up
like she did last week, made her feel seductive and also brought back
delightful memories of when she would dress up as a little girl. Ann was
really horrified about the other things on the list though. She then
realized she wouldn't have much time to go shopping if she was suppose
to have everything by Wednesday. Looking at her watch, she saw that it
was 7 o'clock. She'd have to go to a clothing store, shoe shop, and pet
store. Ann knew she'd also have to go to a sex shop, and cringed.
Downing a fourth glass of whiskey and grabbing her keys, Ann left her
apartment and drove to the nearest shopping mall.