Blackmail! – Part1

This story involves some of the most ebarrassing, and at the same time, most enjoyable experiences of my life. My ex and I had undergone a lengthy separation involving custody of our son in which I lost. As with any custody situation, there were a lot of allegations thrown back and forth. Like I said, though, in the end I lost.

I was living with a new boyfriend and my 2 of my other children, my daughters, during most of the messy court stuff. I’m sure a contributing factor to me losing the custody battle was the fact that I lived in an entirely different state than my ex and my son. It took a lot of resources to get to all the hearings in that state while living in another state.

I had not had any contact with my son for almost 3 years by the time it was all over. I tried to talk to my ex a couple of times before it ended to see if I could get some time with my son. He wanted to trade sexual favors for that time with my son, but I refused him and could never prove he made that offer. When the custody battle was over I felt like I was never going to see my son again.

A few months passed and I received an email from my ex. He said he was willing to “work things out” with me still if I wanted to. I tried to get him to say what he meant in his emails, but he would not respond in any fashion that would leave evidence of his offer. I was beginning to get desperate to see my son and he knew it.

It took me a couple more months to think about things, but I finally let my ex know he could have what he wanted from me as long as we worked out my time with my son. After setting up a meeting in a public place near his home, we discussed our conditions. I laid out my requests for time with our son. In response, he said that all he wanted was me, for one day, to do with whatever he wanted to. I was a little skeptical, but I was getting desperate to see our son so I agreed. It was just one day, after all.

My ex had mentioned a few of the things he had wanted to do with me when we were still together. I had even arranged for us to have a threesome with a friend of mine at one point. The bastard came in her before he came in me and I never did anything with him again. I had put any thought of anything else he wanted to do with me far out of my mind. I contacted him and arranged a day for us to take care of his prerequisites. He told me what to wear and what time to be where.

I’m an African American woman with reddish brown skin. I’m 5’2″, about 115 lbs. with 38C breasts and a 29-inch waist with 35″ hips. I have abs that don’t show much in the way of signs that I have borne 4 children. My ex had me wear a tight black mini-skirt with no underwear and a white see-thru blouse with a red bra. He asked me to wear some deep red lipstick but no other makeup. I’m sure I looked like a hooker – it was humiliating. But all I could think about was getting to see my son.

I approached the house where my ex had told me to go. My stomach was in knots as I knocked on the door, lightly, so that maybe they wouldn’t hear and I could turn around and leave. If I made the attempt and he didn’t answer the door I couldn’t be blamed for walking away. But I had no such luck. The door opened before I was even done rapping on the door three times and there stood my ex with a quirky little grin on his face. Apparently he approved of my appearance.

As I entered the house I heard laughter. Entering the living room, there were no less than 5 men sitting around laughing it up as they watched a football game on TV. I swallowed hard, thinking of what I might be asked to do now. My ex offered me a drink and I accepted, following him to the kitchen. Through the window there I could see the back yard and a full-grown Weimeraner frollicking after a kitten. They seemed to be playing. My ex handed me a glass and I just threw it back, not thinking to look at what he had given me. I winced slightly and took a sharp breath as the Jack Daniel’s burned down my throat. He still knew how to get the knots out of me.

One more double-shot of JD and a couple of minutes later and I was feeling ready to handle just about anything my ex was going to do to me. I wasn’t drunk, but I definitely didn’t care what was about to happen to me as long as I made it through and got what I wanted in the end.

I followed my ex back into the living room where the testosterone was thick enough to make the air heavy when I breathed it. There were several white men there now grinning slyly at me as I walked in. My ex is white and I guess he figured I would like to keep my men that way. Truth was, none of them were bad looking at all. I singled out the one I thought was the cutest and smiled and winked at him. My ex put his hand on my ass and pushed me in his direction when he saw me do that. I stumbled forward slightly and ended up sitting no the man’s lap with my head plastered in his shoulder. Then the fun began.

I took my shoes off and when I sat back up the man sitting behind me lifted my arms up in a smooth movement and removed my blouse over my head. By now I had ascertained from conversation that I was sitting on Larry’s lap and Ken had removed my blouse. There was also a Seth, Kevin and Benny among the bunch who I figured out as the conversation continued. And, of course, there was my ex. That made six men I was most likely about to be made to have sex with. I was going to be here a long time. The JD was definitely helping as this realization hit me.

After Ken had taken my blouse off I turned to look at him.