Jeff Collins Blackmailed swingers
CHAPTER ONE
"Damn it, Darren, I thought you wanted to fuck!"
"I do, baby," Darren Rethro said from the window of his apartment where he was fisting his dick into rigid erection.
He was looking directly down into the scoop necked dress of a beautiful blonde. She stood one story below, at the door of the manager's office.
She was tall enough to be called statuesque. Her faintly bronze complexion gave her the look of a sun-drenched native who spent all her free time on the beach. Her ample tits bounced under the material of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her shapely legs, long and supple, were tantalizing looking. She was definitely the kind of girl whom men would notice, and she was entirely aware of that fact.
She must be the new tenant in 4-B, Darren thought. Damn, what a body. He wondered how long it would take to get in her pants.
"Shit, if we're not gonna fuck, I'm goin' home!"
"In a second, Carrie, in a second," Darren said. Carrie Gayle lay on the bed behind him, naked, fingering the lips of her hungry pussy. She really didn't care for Darren Rethro, but he was the only guy in the apartment house who was always available for sex in the afternoons. And, since Carrie was a stripper who worked nights – under the name of Virgin Waters – she usually got the hot-to-trots in the afternoons.
At last Rethro turned to face her. A smile spread across her face when she saw that his dick had hardened into a huge steel rod. His grin, as he moved to the bed, told Carrie what was on his mind.
"Oh, shit, Darren… no! I just want to fuck this time!"
"Just a few games, baby… first," Darren replied.
Darren went to the closet and returned with a long black whip. Carrie shivered. He snapped the whip once in the air and she stiffened at the sound.
"Don't cut me, damn you!" she cried, rolling over onto her belly. She hated this part of it, but, dear Lord, she sure loved the after-part. When Darren would fall on her and ream her with that big dick of his!
Darren brought his arm up. The black whip snapped across her naked ass. She jumped slightly and yelped.
"Wonderful," he sighed.
Then he used his hand soundly on one cheek of her ass. Already the moans coming from her mouth betrayed passion rather than pain.
The cunt, Darren thought, she loves it. She just won't admit it!
He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. With Carrie across his knees, her lush buttocks upraised, he began to spank her hard.
"Ouch! Ow!" the girl exclaimed.
He spanked her, then stroked her creamy ass. "So much flesh," he said with his eyes bright with lust. "So much wonderful flesh!"
"Shit, Darren," Carrie whined, close to weeping, "fuck me now! Put some cock in me!"
"Soon, baby, soon." He handed her the whip. "Now me!"
As soon as Carrie held the whip in her hand, she had the urge to try to beat him to death. What would it take to kill him?
"Come on, Carrie, I'm waiting," he begged. He stood in the center of the room. The marks of his former beatings criss-crossed darkly over his pale flesh.
The first stroke was light and it caught him across the shoulders. Carrie was doing her best to restrain herself.
"You can do better than that!"
The next stroke was harder, whipping across his ass. He winced. "That's it. Again!"
Carrie began to smile as she lashed his ass. His dick was throbbing now, even harder than before. What an asshole, she thought. He's a sadist who wants to humiliate women.
"Again!" he cried, out.
Two, three, four more times Carrie lashed the whip against his damp body. Sweat poured from his flesh with each stroke. She avoided striking his old lash marks, afraid to start blood flowing.
Smack!
"You're getting me there!" Darren cried as the whip struck his body again.
Smack!
"Just once more!"
Carrie could see that the whip had ignited his passion and it was now filling his dick. She aimed for his cock. A hard strike there could end his pleasures for life.
At the last split-second she turned her wrist so that the whip struck his thigh.
Darren rushed her, shoving her body against the wall. "Now, baby!" he hissed, trying to hunch his cock into her.
"No! Shit, Darren, the bed!" Carrie wailed, on fire herself now. "Pour your meat to me on the bed! I want it all! Hard!"
"Not yet – too hot!" he moaned.
He slipped a middle finger up into her hole and started to finger-fuck her, slowly, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Her pussy oozed juices, and she caressed her tits, kneading them, exciting herself.
Carrie felt his middle finger penetrate her asshole as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. She panted and moaned as she started to move her cunt up and down in response to the two fingers which were buried in her, separated only by a thin wall of skin.
"Jesus, you really know how to make a girl want it, don't you?" she panted.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like something up your asshole?" He was dragging her slowly, awkwardly, to the bed.
"I told you," she sighed, "I want everything." He took his fingers out of her cunt and asshole, maneuvering himself on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and easily lifted her up. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he licked her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue.
"Lick me, lick it until I come!" she moaned.
Then he slowly ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit. Her tits lolled from side to side as she squirmed beneath him. Then he suddenly mashed his mouth against her cuntlips, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He held it there and poked and probed around. His teeth grated against her hairy mound.
"Ohhh, God, I need it!" Carrie breathed as her fingers lightly traced the length of his prick.
Overtaken by what he was doing to her, she turned on her side. She lifted her leg so Darren could again press his face to her cunt.
"Your turn," she said as she got on her knees.
Lightly she touched her lips to each thigh, then gently kissed his cock. She started at the base of his towering meat and lightly eased her lips along the underside.
"Ohhh, you're so big," she moaned as her fingers circled and squeezed him. She drew back, stared at the hard flesh, then leaned over and consumed him with her lips.
She closed her mouth over the throbbing head and began to suck. Slowly his cock went into her mouth, and she felt her throat swell as the head of his cock went all the way into her mouth until his balls were against her chin. Then it came out again – long, hard and dripping with her warm saliva.
"Ohhh, yeah," Darren crooned. "Suck it, baby, take it! Take it all! Take every fucking inch of it!" he mumbled, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper.
Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, Carrie sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his ass cheeks.
Darren sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicious meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, drove into her throat.
Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively, her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.
He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her mouth.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! You want it in your mouth, baby?"
"Yes! Do it!" Carrie gasped. She cupped the fat, hairy sac at her chin. Frantically, she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole.
She watched the slick shaft slip out of her mouth, then grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, pulling back until only the head was embedded. He was coming. She could feel it inching up from his balls in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.