Dana Swanson

Blackmailed Into Swapping

Chapter 1

After all that had happened, Mavis Moran mused. Willie Quentin still wanted her to continue working part-time at the supermarket he managed.

After everything-Mavis was somewhat bewildered as she pushed her long, slender legs into pale blue panties, adjusted the double-ply crotch over her ample love place and arranged the cups of the matching bra around her firm breasts-she was still willing to work for him.

As she brushed her hair, she smiled at her expression in the mirror. At least, she knew Willie for what he was-or she thought she did. He was a charlatan-and he knew that she knew it. As she finished dressing, she wondered whether Becky Samon had kept her appointment the previous Wednesday to let Willie screw her.

Mavis smiled more broadly. "Theft, my itching butt!" she muttered.

Well, Willie had tried that with her-it had almost worked-but she had caught him up. Well, she had after he had coerced her and seduced her in his office. She was slightly puzzled. There had been no hint of resentment that she had slugged Willie in the balls and thumped his hard-on with a knotted fist when he called her earlier, asked her to work. Well, that had happened Monday; this was Saturday. He had had ample time to get rid of any soreness in that time. And it probably hadn't made him too sore to shag little Becky, Wednesday. He really had the hots for her.

She probably wouldn't have accepted Willie's urgings to work if her husband, Phil, hadn't called the night before to say he couldn't possibly be home before nine Saturday night. It was only noon and Mavis poured herself a cup of coffee, thought of calling Miriam Carr and Connie Quentin to join her-she wasn't due to report to the store until almost four.

But she decided against it. She hadn't seen either of her two closest acquaintances for several days. She shrugged. "I suppose I should think of them as friends," she mused, sipping the coffee and lighting a cigarette. An awful lot of "things" had happened among them in the past several days to regard them merely as acquaintances.

Connie's husband, Willie, had gotten to her, as had Henry Carr, Miriam's husband. And Mavis still didn't know for sure whether Phil had screwed Miriam that night last week. Maybe he had taken on Connie and Miriam both-in the same bed at the same time! He hadn't made it clear!

Mavis almost wished he had humped them both-good-because Hank had screwed her! She shuddered as she remembered that repulsive Ben Glover ramming his obscene cock into that dainty Terry Lewis. "Ugh!" she muttered. Mavis wished she could have avoided everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks-but Miriam and Henry knew things about her that she just didn't think she could stand for Phil to find out! Another thing that made her almost ill was that no matter how repelled she had been by what she had been compelled to do, she had enjoyed it with an almost animalistic pleasure. She may have started out in the sex act filled with revulsion-but she loved to fuck and be fucked!