I am a slut (A story about blackmail)

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Part 1 (references of unwanted sex, no description of sex yet)

I am a slut. But it wasn’t like that before. Honest. Just like any well-brought up girl, my parents got me focussed on school studies so I could better plan my future. Even though I had dated some guys, I kept the count to a small number and declined many invitations for dates. I knew I was attractive to many guys because I was told that by my previous boyfriends, and other guys that I had turned down, often not because they were bad people, but rather it was unfortunate timing. I was noticed in the hallways when I went through the halls, or to open up my locker; I got sincere and evil smiles, along with accidental and intentional stares. And I knew I wasn’t a bitch or a whore because I was a nice person, and was nice to everyone I had met. I didn’t ever dream about having an orgy with men, and didn’t look down on anyone, except the other girls who were competing against each other in fucking the most guys. I could completely understand why a guy would be drawn to that. Guys have it so easy. But anyway, in all of my relationships with guys, I remained a virgin. As a “good girl”, my virginity was lost only after I got happily married when I was 26. However, I didn’t marry until I established myself career-wise (I became a certified accountant). As I retell this part of my life, I had “higher” expectations but I did not want anything more; I had everything I needed – or so I thought.

Like I said before, I wasn’t a slut before; it was only until recently when I was blackmailed into having sex not with just one person, but multiple people. I hated it the first time around because I was SO humiliated in my life for the first time. My self-worth had collapsed just like a stock market crash. The rapists told me I still voluntarily chose to do it though but only because I wanted to protect my husband. I loved him. Thinking back, it actually does sound ironic that in order to solidify and protect my love for him, I’d have to be banging and sucking different guys at the same time. I was a responsible girl before this incident – I never once had flirted with other guys while I was in the midst of dating, so it would’ve been absurd to think that I would’ve had multiple sex partners if I had a real choice. I only enjoyed the sex with my husband, and thus, I really hated the sex from the rapists, until I began to accept my fate.

Sometime in early February of this year, our house had been broken into, and most our “portable” items stolen while we were out at a dinner function, with most of our personal items, including our televisions, jewelry and some pictures were stolen. Naturally, we phoned the police and they had done a good job in recovering almost of our items with exception to a few minor and relatively insignificant items, such as some decent wines and a couple of casual pictures taken at a park. They were not as successful at apprehending the criminals, but, however, according to them, were “very close to catching them”. They managed to catch one suspect who was in possession of all of these recovered items after a police raid in his warehouse one night, but had suspected that he had help in the robbery because our security alarms were neatly disabled, our door locks undamaged, and our windows had been securely locked that night of the robbery. The robbery was quite a surprise to the city as we lived in one of the prime up-scale neighbourhoods. As a result, the police respected and sympathized with us and tried their hardest to find them.

Fast forwarding to the present, earlier this month, I was approached by a group of masked men who wanted to threaten my husband with his life. As they approached me about the Blackmail, it later became clear that these guys had to be, for the most part, the same guys who robbed our house. Firstly, if they really wanted to kill my husband, they would’ve done it already. Killing him would’ve really served no purpose but have the police sniff heavily on their trail, unless they really wanted money. I would’ve done anything to stop him from being harmed and I knew he would’ve done the same. But for his scenario, the impact would not have been the same, let alone realistic. The possibility of a threat to him from multiple women that he must fuck them or that they’d kill me would be ridiculous at best. Even if such an event did happen, it would not have been too difficult of a decision for him, to say the least; he’d pick the former without a second thought. Not to say he’d go out and cheat on me after some clearminded thinking, but as I said before, guys have it so easy. Even in Rape for them, it would’ve catered to their inner desire which they could not control. I thought I had this carnal desire kept in check.

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Part 2 (blowjob – gagging)

I got a phone call from a stranger one gloomy morning claiming that he had very important information that I’d be interested in. I thought it was one of the telemarketers’ new strategies to get the attention of the listener. I politely told him I wasn’t interested and then hung up the phone. About two minutes later, I got a knock on the door. Because my husband had to attend a number of business conferences in different parts of the world, he would be gone for roughly two weeks or so, and so I was the only one at home to answer the door.

I opened the door to see an unfamiliar man looking at me who looked troubled.

“Hi. May I help you?”, I politely asked.

“Good morning Mrs. Carson – your husband is in danger”, he sternly responded.

“How?” Immediately, I felt sick because of the fear that Rob could be in danger.

“Please let me in and I’ll explain everything.” He replied.

I quickly allowed him in, and then shut the door. After shutting the door, I quickly rush to the living room and then turn around to see he wasn’t following me – he was still at the door looking mindless. I patiently waved at him to come in my direction of the living room. I politely told him to have a seat on the couch to talk more about it. I really needed to know what he was trying to tell me. He follows orders and sits down, with a blank look.

“So, who are you? and what kind of trouble is my husband in?”, I asked with great concern.

He immediately spoke up, “I think there is a group of people who want to kill him.”

I promptly responded with great concern, “Who? What? Why would they kill him?”.

“They are people who are jealous of your husband’s money and good fortune in marrying a beauty like you but I can’t tell you who they are. All I know is that you need to be careful because they want something real bad, that is my purpose for coming here.”, he sadly said.

“Oh, why can’t you tell me who they are? How do you know about it? Who would want to kill Rob?”, I asked in panic.

“I can’t say.”, he coldly replied.

I somehow managed to inhale some air to plead to him, “Could you please tell me? I promise I won’t tell. Please, I’ll give you money for information.”

“Money won’t solve the issue, they have other plans”, he replied.

Suddenly as I was about to ask what kind of plans, four men were standing behind me. “Who are you? How did you get in?”. Initially I thought that I was so caught up with that news that I must have forgotten to lock. And then they proved me wrong.

“Well baby, you let us in through the front door.” I looked at him with great suspicion. And then he spoke again, “Our buddy Johnny helped us out there”, and he winked at Johnny, who then winked back with a smile. That man stood at the door to unlock the door that I had locked.

“Don’t call me baby. I’m going to call the police if you don’t leave right now”, I proudly declared.

Johnny speaks up. “Now there, baby, have we got a proposal for you. You do as what we say and your husband lives”.

“Nooo don’t hurt Robbie!”, I screamed.

“HAHA! Well looks like you have made a deal with us. You’ll do anything to save your husband?”, Johnny snidely asked.

“Yes! I’ll give all of you money – please don’t hurt Robbie!”, I replied. Pretty soon I realized that this statement was very naive to the actual situation.

“HAHA, money huh? We don’t want money. But we want you! The police arrested my brother for the robbery we tried to make, and now I want revenge. I’ll go as far as murdering your loved ones if I must be tested.”

In a state of panic, I dashed out from the couch and tried to make a run for the stairs, only to be quickly fortressed by three men. One of them asked, “Where are YOU going honey?”.

Another pulled his jacket out to reveal that he was in possession of a handgun. I stood there in defeat.

“What do you want then? If you want me for hostage, I know my husband will pay for me back! I won’t be much trouble”, I said in an act of desperation.

“What did I tell you? I don’t want money. I want you.”

My eyes widely open in understanding of what exactly he wanted.

“No!”

Johnny commanded, “Hold her!”

In an instant, the three men close to me grabbed hold of me, while Johnny approached me.

“Make her sit on the couch”.

The three men obediently listened to him and dragged me to the couch where I was pushed down upon arrival.

Johnny walked up right in front of my face, and instantly I knew what he wanted me to do. But not before he told me this:

“Now baby, if you could be the sweetest thing in the world, you’re going to do everything we tell you to do, or we’ll consider killing your husband for your troubles. We know he’s on a business trip to a few places but don’t you worry, I have friends in many of those places he’s visiting. One phone call and he’ll be in the morgue that same day. Don’t pull any fast ones lady. Do you agree?”

I didn’t respond. It wasn’t much of a choice really.

“Answer me you fucking bitch”, and he grabbed my chin and glared at me.

I reluctantly nodded.

“I said answer!” and was given a slap to the face. “You do love your husband don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what? You’ll do everything we tell you to do for your husband?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now suck my dick bitch”.

“No, not that!”

“Do it or Robbie dies”.

I gave him a dirty look as I pretended not to know what I was supposed to do.

“Fucking unbutton my pants, unzip the zipper and take the cock out and suck. NOW.” He pulls out a gun to confirm that he was serious.

I really had no choice but to do what he said. I hesitated as my hand cupped Johnny’s penis for the first time. His cock was average sized, length wise, like Robbie’s, but had a wider girth.

The four men began to make space for Johnny to come and began to form a gathering around me to get a closer look.

I slowly began to stroke him in the hopes that my luck could change, and that maybe it was just a terrible dream. My eyes looked up to his eyes, trying to give him a plead that I could perhaps offer something else but this.

“Suck.”

I looked down in disappointment, stroked him one more time, and as my lips neared his penis, he grabbed my hair and pushed my head forward quicker than I wanted and in it went. I opened my eyes in shock.

“Suck.”

He began thrusting his hips as if he could jumpstart me. My two hands weakly pushed his right thigh and stomach, as if I could stop this from happening. The penis travelled back and forth inside my mouth.

“I don’t care how you do it, if you don’t suck now and suck it good, Rob’s dead. Pretend it’s his cock for all I care.”

That gave me the motivation – or more appropriately the fear to get me started on the cocksucking. I decided to concentrate on the idea that I needed to suck on one dick for my husband. I closed my eyes as I began to give him my best idea of what a blowjob was supposed to be. After a few blows, his penis had a certain stench I didn’t immediately realize and of course it smelled awful. I wanted to throw up but I have this cock in my mouth. My lips were getting moist as I was performing fellatio to him and I hated that because it seemed like my lips were preparing me to do something I didn’t want to do. He made it worse by shoving my head down the end of his cock, making me gag on it.

“UGH”, I yelped.

“Yeah that’s it baby, gag on it!”, one of the guys said.

No matter how much I pushed, he would not budge. I began to cough and then Johnny released his cock out of my mouth completely. I tried to take this opportunity to get some air. But before long, his penis was stubbornly parked outside my mouth to open up again like a car waits for a garage door to open.

I opened my mouth and in his penis went. I grabbed the upper parts of his thigh and I moved my body back and forth to blow him. I had a long night ahead of me. After a few strokes, I pulled out and told him, “If I suck you, you promise not to hurt Robbie?” I didn’t even have time to cry, I was scared for Robbie’s sake.

“We are honourable men – you be a good little whore, and he’ll live to know that he got a Wife that loves him so much”.

At least I felt a slight feeling of ease with those words. I continued sucking him.

“Rob’s one lucky fuck, this bitch can suck cock!”, Johnny happily announced.

I didn’t honestly know if I was to feel flattered about that comment or so ashamed, although I’m pretty sure I was feeling more shameful than I’ve ever felt. I wanted to cry. Tears dripped down my face as I continued to lean forward and backward.

One push from Johnny and I was gagging on his cock again. I closed my eyes and more tears leaked out. His grip on me was suddenly released.

“Let’s continue upstairs shall we?”

Oh no. I thought to myself.

Part 3 (Unwanted sex, blowjob, facial, anal sex and creampie, multiple vaginal creampies, high possibility of pregnancy, focus of female pleasure)

Being forced up the stairs by the men, I thought about what was about to happen to her and maybe how I was going to get out of it. The men tugged both my arms up and within a few short walks, I was in the master bedroom where I share the bed with my husband. They saw the layout of the room and pushed me into it and soon, onto the bed.

“No! Don’t do this please! Money, everyone needs it. Please take my money!”, I pleaded desperately.

The men all chuckled like I said something funny. Soon afterward, they walked towards me. One of the men grabbed me firmly while the others started to take off their clothes. I watched as they undressed. Soon later, they wanted me to take off my clothes.

“No! No!” – but it was no use. As much as I fought against them, there was no way I could fight against five men. I tried to protect my shirt, but they pulled down my dress. I tried to put my hands over my underwear, they took off my shirt. I curled into a ball and they undid my bra and panties. Within a few minutes, I was completely naked.

As Johnny approached, another guy wanted in on the sucking.

“Hey yo, can I get a sucking too from this hottie?”

Johnny accepted his request gleefully, “hahaha sure Ron!”

I was terrified. I kept screaming and tried squirming away, but was dragged to the edge of the bed where I sat down in front of two penises.

“Open your mouth”, the guy named Ron angrily demanded.

I reluctantly opened my mouth for him. I had to service these two. I cupped Ron’s cock with my right hand and started giving Ron a “good” blowjob. While being forced to suck him off, Johnny grabbed my other hand and got me to stroke his pole.

After a few repetitions of a blowjob, Johnny wanted me to suck his. I looked at him with an empty gaze. He positions my head all the way to his cock and an extra push places his penis right into my wet mouth. Ron tapped on my right hand with his fingers and I began to stroke Ron while I sucked Johnny. Pretty soon, they wanted me to take both their cocks at the same time in my mouth. Of course, I didn’t open up voluntarily so they shoved them into my mouth until it was forcibly opened up. I was sucking two cocks at once. When I didn’t suck, I was slapped side to side by them until I agreed to keep them in my mouth.

Johnny moved out of his spot leaving Ron being the only man in front of my mouth.

Ron shouted “Flip her on her back… and push her all the way to the edge of the bed. I wanna deepthroat this bitch”.

With a group effort minus mine, I was exactly where he wanted me. He stabbed his penis into my mouth and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I started gagging furiously at this. My hands were in the air in confusion. Soon, it would not be long before I would be crying my eyes out because of the gag reflexes.

“UGH UGH UGH” were the sounds I made as he shoveled in and out deeply.

The blood flooded all the way to my head and my face was burning hot. As he mercilessly pumped into my mouth, I had so much drool I wanted to spit it out, but his cock would never escape. Soon, my mouth expanded so much with fluids I had no choice but to swallow. The horror of my saliva mixed with his precum made me feel sick. I just had to imagine that I was swallowing my own saliva then it wouldn’t seem so bad.

One man landed softly on top of my stomach and began to stroke his penis over my breasts. I didn’t have too much choice but to let him stay there. I knew he would use my breasts to jerk his penis off.

Another man stood next to where my hand was and he placed his penis in my hands. I got the idea already and started to stroke him with my right hand.

I heard a thump on a table nearby, and soon another man decided to go where my left hand was. I was slow to react but eventually I started to stroke his penis with his left hand.

As I started doing deepthroat blowjobs while stroking the other men, I was so disgusted with myself. I wondered if Robbie would ever look at me the same way again. Should I tell him? Maybe I shouldn’t.

I quickly snapped back to reality and wondered where Johnny was. Because of the man on top sliding his penis between my breasts, I could not see what Johnny was trying to do. Soon, I would know. My thighs were pushed in opposite directions, leaving a wide open vagina. My vagina was not wet but I felt something touching and tingling on it. I knew it. He was about to insert his cock into my pussy!

I spat the cock in my mouth and pushed my head up like I was trying to do sit ups and shook my head furiously, desperately begging him not to do it.

He slammed into my cunt hard and the pain, the impact, and the horror forced my eyes to open in surprise.

“Be a good whore and Robbie lives…”, he mumbled.

“NNNNNN”, I mumbled just as Rob pushes his cock down my throat again.

I began to cry that I am being used like a whore.