Loretta Gets Blackmailed

by DarkSoul

Loretta, my ex wife, sat on the edge of the tub in the steamy bathroom,
legs spread, shaving off the last of her pussy hair.  Recently divorced,
she's been enjoying the feel of cocks between her legs, having had several
new lovers.  Her current favorite liked her cunt bare when he went down on
her, so she was removing all the hair for him.  When she had finished, she
stood up, closed the curtain, and flipped on the shower.  The hot water
felt so good on her skin.  She lathered her hands and slowly rubbed her
tits and hard nipples; it was arousing for her to shave her cunt for her
lover, and she couldn't help but rub her soapy nipples, which sent tingles
down through her body to her pussy.  She could feel her wetness and arousal.
Sighing, she leaned against the wall of the shower, water hititng her back
and pouring down her body.  Her hand slid down over her ample body and
between her legs.  She rubbed her pussy, sliding a finger between her lips
that were well lubed with pussy juice and water.

Loretta was 46 and just divorced, though we had been separated for two years.
She was a 5'3 and 170 pounds, though her frame was plump, not fat.  She had
perfect 38C tits with big nipples and areolas.  She has always been very
sexual, mildly submissive, and she really enjoyed the taste and feel of men
on and in her.  Since her separation she had been with a good collection
of men, mostly strangers she met on Craigslist.  Since hooking up with her
newest lover, though, she had been focused on him rather than playing the
field.

Her knees started to go weak as she masturbated in the shower, getting closer
and closer to orgasm.  She was thinking about her lover's hands and mouth on
her, and it was intensly erotic for her. She sank to her knees, sliding down
the wall, and kept rubbing her cunt, flicking the clit with her fingertips,
groaning out loud.  The shower beat down on her as she slid two fingers up
in her pussy, fucking herself to get off.  She was really looking forward to
spending the night with her boyfriend.

After she brought herself to orgasm, Loretta finished showering, got out of
the shower, wrapped a towel around her hair, and began drying off.  She was
thinking about what to wear that evening. Something racy and erotic under
her jeans and sweatshirt.  She wanted to look normal on the surface, but
kinky underneath, to surprise him as he undressed her. Loretta slid on
a pair of black lace booty shorts and a thin, lacy, see-through bra, and 
then examined herself in the mirror.  She grabbed her iPhone and snapped
a few selfies in the mirror, to use later to tease her lover remotely.  She
was taking a picture of herself grabbing her tit when there was a knock on the
door to her apartment.  

"Odd," she thought. The only time someone knocks on her door is when there's
a delivery, but she hadn't ordered anything.  She threw on a robe and went to
get the door.  It was FedEx, with a letter for her.  Now she was very curious,
because she didn't recognize the name or return address.

Loretta closed the door and ripped open the letter, expecting ... well, not
expecting anything.  She had no idea what was there.

It was a letter and a stack of pictures.  Pictures of her in the woods, sucking
and fucking a group of men.  Her stomach sunk.  It had been three weeks since
that night, and she thought it was over with.  She hoped it was over, at
least, but the letter and pictures indicated otherwise.

The letter was from a man named Dave.  He made it very clear that she was going
to be his fuck toy, or he was going to send the pictures to the people at her
workplace.  The list of names and addresses made it clear that he could do it,
too.  She felt sick to her stomach, but at the same time the tingle of arousal
was returning between her legs.  The thought of being owned and used had been
a fantasy of hers forever, and now it was happening.  She was feeling a turmoil
of emotions: anger, fear, arousal, and desire. Finally she decided to just go
forward  with her plans for the evening and deal with Dave when he contacted
her again, as he promised in the letter.

Loretta put the pictures and letter in her desk drawer and walked back to
the bedroom.  She slipped off the robe and looked at herself in the mirror.
She could see her nipples through the lace of the bra, and her pussy outlined
by the fabric of the panties. The tingle came back.  She hoped it would be
a hot sweaty night with her lover.

Her phone ponged. That was probably him, leaving work. She flopped on the bed
and grabbed the phone off the side table, trying to decide whether she should
text him one of the pictures.  But when she looked at the phone, it was a
text from a number she didn't recognize.  The text said, "text me a picture of
you naked - Dave."

She felt her pussy flush with arousal. She slid off the panties and stripped
off her bra, then took a series of herself posing in the mirror.  What else
could she do? The first was a side view, with her arm over her tits.  Much
too modest.  The second was a full frontal, with one arm behind her back.
The third she had her legs spread, and was holding one tit in her hand.
In the fourth, she had her fingers on her wet pussy.  Then she took a few
closeups of her tits, and a couple of her newly bare pussy.

Loretta picked the third one and texted it back to Dave. Then she
sat back on her bed and absentmindedly played with her pussy. The dirtiness
of being blackmailed was arousing her again, and her nipples hardened. She
started masturbating again, with more focus, but she was interrupted by
the pong of her phone again.  "Check your private email."

"Oh no," she thought, "how did he get that?"  Nobody knew that except the
men she contacted online.  Nobody should have been able to link it to her.
Loretta grabbed the iPad and brought up her private e-mail.  Dave had
sent her instructions for the evening, and they didn't include her new
lover.  She was going to meet Dave in a hotel, and it was clear from his
very specific instructions that she was going to be spending the night
servicing Dave.  And maybe his friends.  Regardless, she knew she would be
naked and used.  The thought of it had her madly wet and wanting cock. She
sent e-mail to her boyfriend making an excuse for the night, and then
started picking out what to wear.

An hour later Loretta was driving to the hotel, dressed like a whore, as
she had been instructed.  She was embarassed to be seen like this, even
if only by the strangers she might meet walking into the hotel.  What if
she ran into someone she knew?  At the same time, it was arousing for her.
She glanced down at a stoplight, and her bare nipples were clearly visible
through the thin white blouse she wore over the cupless bra.  Her miniskirt
rode up, exposing her thighs.  She was wearing black fishnet stockings under
knee-high suede boots.  To complete the effect, she had on heavy mascara,
lots of bright eye makeup, and bright red lipstick.

She knew Dave was waiting for her at the hotel, but she sat in the parking
lot working up the nerve to walk in.  She really had no choice.  She was
parked near the side door so she could get in without going through the
lobby.  She needed to get to room 389.  Loretta got out, walked across the
parking lot, and in through the side door.  She climbed to the third floor,
opened the door, and stepped into the hall.  301.  She was at the wrong end
of the building.  Nothing to do but carry on.  She started down the hall.

Loretta had almost made it to 389 when two guys walked out of a room.  They
stopped dead in the hall and stared as she walked past.  One of them said,
"hello there," and she managed to mumble, "hello," through her embarrassment.
They turned and walked toward the elevator, mumbing to themselves.  Loretta
kept going, and made it the rest of the way to 389 without running into anyone
else.  She knocked on the door, and a deep voice inside told her to come in.
The door was propped open with the lock.

She pushed open the door and walked in.  Dave, a huge, muscled black man, was
sitting at the desk, looking through pictures of Loretta on his computer.

"Come in and lock the door," he said.  Loretta did so, and walked out into
the room.  There was a king sized bed with the blanket and flat sheet pulled
off, leaving only the matress and fitted sheets, along with the pillows.  Next
to Dave was a video camera on a tripod.  On the far side of the bed was a 
large black duffel bag.

"I'm glad you decided to come, Loretta.  We're going to have quite a wild
time together."  Dave grinned maliciously.  "First, you're going to strip for
me and the camera.  While you do it, you're going to thank me for letting
you come over.  You're going to tell the camera how you're just a slut, and
you want nothing more than to service as many cocks as possible.  You'll say
how your boyfriend isn't enough for you, because you're pussy aches for
more than one man.  You're going to talk about how you want to be a whore,
spreading her legs and opening her cunt for whoever wants it.  Then, when
you're naked, I want you to kneel on the floor with your legs spread.  I want
you to masturbate and play with your tits while you keep talking.  You're going
to tell the camera how wet you are, how hard your nipples are, how you exist
to service cocks.  You're going to make it convincing.  Very, very convincing.
Otherwise, you will be very sorry, both tonight and later.  Do you understand?"

"Yes. Yes, I understand," Loretta stammered.

"Good."  Dave reached over to the camera.  "Begin," he said, as he pushed the
record button.

Loretta began unbuttoning her shirt.  "Hi," she said to the camera, "my name
is Loretta."  She slowly unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it out of her skirt,
until it was hanging open.  "I want to thank Dave for letting me come over
tonight, and make this video for him.  I have a boyfriend, but he's not
enough to satisfy me.  I'm a slut.  I live for cock."  Loretta unzipped her
skirt and it dropped to the floor, where she kicked it aside.  She wasn't
wearing any panties.  She slid the shirt off her shoulders, and tossed it
aside.

"See how I dress?  I want to be whored.  I want Dave to be my pimp.  I want
him to arrange for me to meet with men, complete strangers, who pay to fuck
me.  That's all I am, just a piece of meat.  A fuck toy for men and their
cocks."  Loretta was rubbing her exposed nipples, which were very hard and
protruding.  She moaned and reached around with one hand, opening the snap
on the bra.  She slipped out of it, tossed it aside, and went back to
massaging her ample tits with both hands.

"See me, Dave?  See how aroused I am making this video for you?" She slid
a hand down to her bare pussy and rubbed it, which sent shivers up her spine.
God, this felt so dirty, and so good.  Most of what she was saying was true.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her boots off, then her stockings,
leaving her completely naked.  Then she slid to the floor, on her knees, as
he had told her, legs spread.  She started masturbating, and pinching her
nipples.  Her hips rocked as she fingered herself, and she moaned, gasping
for air.  

"Look at me, Dave," she said breathlessly. "See what a slut I am?  I will
do anything to be fucked, to be used, to be treated roughly."  Dave adjusted
the camera so it was zoomed in on her closer.  She kept pulling her nipples
and fingering herself, rocking her hips back and forth.  "God, I'm just a
cunt, I deserve to be hurt, and used, like the slut I am.  Please, Dave, use
me however you want.  Please."  The first orgasm of the night shuddered
through her.

Dave had been standing behind the camera, undressing, during Loretta's
performance.  Now he walked around the tripod and over to her, his huge
hard cock bouncing as he walked.  He stood beside Loretta, his cock resting
on her lips, and she turned on her knees to face him.  She reached out, put
one hand on his ass to pull him towards her, and the other hand around his
cock, cupping his weighty balls.  Loretta has a very nimble tongue, and 
she started running it slowly up and down Dave's shaft, rubbing his balls
and slowly jacking him.  Dave moaned a quiet "yessss" and put his hands on
her head to guide her.  He pulled her head down over his cock and started
to slowly fuck her mouth.  

Loretta was fingering herself again as she sucked Dave, or, rather, as
Dave used her mouth.  He was sliding in all the way, banging into the back
of her throat, gagging her.  He could only fit about half his cock into 
Loretta's mouth, but he was enjoying using her on camera.  The thoughts
of what he could do with the video were in the back of his mind, driving him
towards orgasm.  He thrust into Loretta's mouth, faster, and then pulled out
so the head was resting on her tongue.  She sucked hard, working the shaft
with her lips and tongue, and in a minute Dave came in her mouth.  Loretta
gagged and swallowed, then swallowed again.  There was just so much of the
salty, slimy cum.  A little bit oozed out of her mouth and down her chin as
Dave withdrew his softening cock.

"Lie on the bed, feet at the headboard,"" Dave told her, and walked around
to the duffel bag.  He turned the camera off as he walked by, then rummaged
around in the bag. Loretta climbed onto the bed and Dave came up with wrist
and ankle cuffs.  Loretta noticed there were already ropes drawn under the
bed.  She lay down and slowly fingered herself while Dave attached the
ankle cuffs, then clipped them to the ropes around the head of the bed. Dave
pulled the slip knots tighter, which pulled Loretta's legs open and apart.
Tighter and tighter, until she was completely spread, pulled flat by the
tension in the ropes.  Dave then took her wrists, attached the cuffs, and
repeated the process with her arms.  When he was done, Loretta was completely
spread eagle, open and helpless.

Dave went back to the duffel, got a few more things, and then walked around by
Loretta's head, which was almost hanging off the bed.  He knelt down,
grabbed her by the hair, lifted her head, and strapped something around the
back.  Then he put her head down and said, "open your mouth."  He inserted a
cold steel dental spreader and attached it to the strap on the other side.
Dave cinched the strap down tight, and began cranking open the spreader,
forcing Loretta's mouth open as he worked.  Soon her mouth was gaping and her
jaw ached.  She made protesting noises and winced in pain.  Dave stopped
and picked up an inflatable dildo gag, which he put in her mouth and tightened
around her head.  Then he took the pump and began inflating the gag in her
mouth.  Loretta was afraid he was going to choke her to death as the rubber
penis swelled in her mouth, but Dave stopped well short of that.  Just enough
that the noises coming out of her were very muffled.

Next, Dave put a black leather collar around her neck, just to add to her
humiliation. Happy now, Dave stepped back to admire his work.  He picked up
a point and shoot camera and began snapping pictures of Loretta, helpless
and pulled open on the bed.  When he had shot a few pictures, he sat on the 
bed and began rubbing Loretta's pussy, which was swollen with arousal and
dripping with excitement.  He leaned over and licked one of her nipples, then
gently bit and sucked on it.  Loretta moaned and tried to squirm, but she
was tied tightly onto the bed, unable to move at all.  He kept fingering her
pussy and sucking on her tits, sometimes on the nipples, sometimes around them.
Loretta was moaning and close to cumming again. Dave could feel her muscles
in her cunt contracting, and he would back off to keep her from cumming. He
brought her very close, then sucked in a mouthful of her tit, biting it as
he sucked.  Loretta orgasmed on his fingers as he gave her tit a huge hickey.
He leaned back and watched as the bruise formed in the pale white flesh.  Then
he stood up, got a couple of things from the bag, and walked back around
by Loretta's head.

Dave slid a sleeping mask over Loretta's eyes, so she couldn't see what was
happening to her.  Then he stood up and picked up the heavy leather flogger
he had set on the floor.  Slowly and gently, Dave dragged the tips of the
flogger over Loretta's tits and down over her stomach.  Loretta shivered
at the light touch.  She knew exactly what it was, since the slut had been
flogged before.  Dave pulled back the flogger, swung it over his head, and 
let it fall down across her stomach and cunt.  

Loretta screamed at the sudden pain, but it was just a muffled noise through
the gag.  Dave lashed her cunt again, and she screamed again.  Red welts began
to rise across her stomach and down over her bare pussy.  The next lash was
across her tits.  Then pussy again. And again.  Then her tits again.  Slowly
her tits and cunt turned bright red, with thin lines of bruising across them.
Dave continued beating his fuck toy, his cock growing harder and harder as he
worked.  Soon both he and Loretta were covered in a sheen of sweat.  Loretta
was crying uncontrollably into her gag and mask.  Dave could see her cunt lips
were red and swollen, flush with blood and arousal.  Loretta was miserable
but incredibly turned on.  Her tits and pussy where blazing hot and tingling.
Her nipples were as hard as they'd ever been, protruding upwards from the
red and purple skin of her tits.  Every lash of the flogger brought a wave
of pain and arousal.  She hated that she was so turned on by this abuse, but
she was. She loved being a man's property, and slave to the desires of his
cock.

Dave set the flogger aside.  He picked up an ice cube from the ice bucket, and
slowly traced Loretta's nipples with it.  Small drops of cold water ran down
across her breasts.  Dave licked the water off her hard nipples.  Then he
moved up the bed and climbed between Loretta's legs.  Her cunt lips were
obviously swollen and flushed.  He leaned down and licked her pussy.  Loretta
was quivering and shaking, and she half screamed again into the gag. Dave
continued licking her, looking up at her tits shaking with her arousal. He
reached up and lightly ran his fingers over her nipples as he licked her.
He could feel her becoming more and more arounsed under his tongue and lips,
trying to rock her hips against him to get off more.

Finally, Dave couldn't take any more.  He climbed up on top of Loretta,
rubbing the head of his huge cock across her pussy.  Loretta moaned.  She
so badly wanted Dave to fuck her.  She felt the head push against her
slick, wet cunt, and it slipped inside.  Slowly, Dave fucked her, rolling his
hips to slide deep inside her, pushing against her cervix, stretching her
with his size.  She was moaning continuously into the gag now, gasping for
breath, her chest and tits heaving beneath him.

Loretta had already orgasmed twice.  She was so turned on she just wanted
Dave to use her, in any way he wanted.  She knew he wasn't using a condom,
and she wasn't on birth control.  That just made her feel more like a slut,
and more aroused.  The risk of getting pregnant was a huge turn on for her,
and she desperately wanted him to cum inside her.  Dave was starting to 
breathe harder now, pumping her sloppy, slut cunt with his cock.  She was
obviously getting off on this, and that turned him on even more.  This one
was going to be a lot of fun, for a long time.  The thought of it pushed him
over the edge and he came again, spraying his cum up inside my ex wife, who
writhed on the bed under him like the fuckmeat she is.

Dave pulled his long black cock out of Loretta.  Cum oozed out of her pussy
and down over her ass.  Loretta was gasping for air, tits bouncing. Dave
sat back and watched, thinking about how nice those tits looked with their
new bruises.  God, Loretta was a great fuck.  He was glad this was going
to be an ongoing thing.  Slowly, Dave crawled off the bed and rummaged
around in the duffel for the last things he would need today.  He plugged in
a vibrating wand, then duct-taped it to Loretta's leg so it was pressed up
against her clit and pussy.  Dave turned it on and Loretta immediately began
to moan and squirm. Next, he walked around to the headboard and deflated
the gag that was in Loretta's mouth.  Unstrapping it, he tossed it back at
the duffel bag. 

Loretta was moaning and squirming in her bonds, and Dave leaned down to kiss
her on the mouth.  It was awkward with the dental spreader in there, but he
still enjoyed kissing her, tasting her, and licking her tongue with his.  One
hand wandered down her chest to tease her nipples again.  The vibrator was
doing its job, and Loretta was moaning and grunting.  Her tits were flopping
as her chest heaved.  Dave really wanted to get hard again to play with her,
and he knew just the thing to do it.

Dave stood up and straddled Loretta's face.  Her head was half hanging off the
bed, and her mouth was gaping open. Dave slid his soft cock into her mouth,
across her tongue, and into the back of her throat.  Loretta gagged a little
but started swallowing, gulping at Dave's cock. Dave leaned forward and
started to fuck Loretta's mouth. He loved the feel of his cock sliding into
Loretta's mouth.  He started thrusting faster, and harder, as his cock
started to fill with blood.  Loretta was struggling a little, because she
was having a hard time breathing. Dave didn't really care - he just wanted
to get off again.  He shoved his cock all the way down into Loretta's neck
and held it there as his erection grew.  Glancing down, he could see the 
outline of his cock in her neck.  Now Loretta was really struggling, trying
to get a breath, but that just engorged his cock more.  He could hear her
trying to gasp for air, but she couldn't get any.  It felt so good to have
her throat spasming around his cock.  He slapped Loretta's right tit with
an open palm, making it bounce.  Loretta twitched, but she was much more
concerned with breathing.  Dave reached down and took her throat in both hands,
squeezing so he could feel his cock, and then started to roughly fuck her mouth
and neck.  He could feel her neck muscles grabbing at his cock, and it drove
him over the edge again, and he sprayed another load of cum into her.

Dave pulled out of Loretta again, and she gasped for air. Dave made sure she
was breathing ok, and then set about removing all the bonds and other
accessories.  He helped Loretta sit up on the bed, then he propped some
pillows behind her?

"Soda?" he asked.  Loretta nodded, still shaking from her workout.  Dave got
her a soda from the cooler in the corner and opened it for her.  She gulped
it down, soothing her raw throat.  "Doing ok," he asked.  She nodded again.
"Good," he said. "We'll be doing this on a regular basis."  Loretta wasn't
sure if that was a good thing or not.  He was definitely rougher than she
enjoyed, but she also loved being subservient to a man's cock.

"I have some clothes for you to wear home. Something more comfortable than
what you wore over here."  Loretta looked over at the table where Dave was
pointing and saw her sneakers, a pair of jeans, and a sweatshirt.  With a 
shock, she realized Dave had been in her apartment.  What else had he done
while he was there, she wondered.  She climbed off the bed and got dressed.
As she walked towards the door, Dave said, "I'll be in touch."

Loretta didn't doubt it.