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Two days after hiring Mauro and staff, I heard from my blackmailer once again. Unfortunately he was right outside the door.
Open the door within the next 60 seconds or you know what is going to you know who.
I shouldn't be surprised he knew where I lived. I knew someone was working with him. No time to get someone here, but maybe they could catch him leaving. I sent quick texts to Mauro and Jolene.
I opened the door. It wasn't another surrogate. It was the asshole with the cruel smile. He had a hoodie over his face to disguise the fact he had a mask over the top of his face. He stepped in and pulled his hood back.
"I expect my whores to be naked and kneeling when I come through the door."
I knelt down.
"Fuck no, you don't get off that easy this time. Last time I didn't have the time and luxury to see you naked. I do now. Take off your fucking clothes."
I stood up and started taking off my blouse. His eyes were intent behind the mask and he was smiling. Off went the blouse, then my bra. I pulled down my shorts, then my panties, stepping out of them. I wanted to cover myself, but what was the point. I stood there letting him get a good look. He took out a phone and took a picture. I didn't protest that either. He already had worse, though having me naked in my own house was new. He pointed to the floor. I knelt down once more.
"Turn around. On your hands. Spread your legs. Show me your fucking cunt and ass."
I did as he ordered and heard him taking more pictures. I was hoping to keep him here long enough for someone to get to my house. Hearing a zipper, I looked behind me and his cock was out, already hard. I resigned myself to getting fucked here in my own home.
His cock touched my kitty and pushed in. I was still dry, so it hurt some, but he didn't start thrusting right away. I felt some liquid being smeared on my rosebud and started to draw away. He slapped my ass and told me to hold still.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Preparing your ass to get fucked."
He must have been prepared for my response because as soon as I started to pull away, he grabbed my hips and jammed be backward, then slapped my buttocks three times, really hard.
"If you don't hold still, I will take my belt off and slap your ass black and blue. Try explaining that to your husband when he gets home."
I held still but I started trembling.
"I'm not going to fuck your ass today. It needs to be prepared first so I don't scrape the skin off my cock raping it. Today, we're only preparing it."
He put some more liquid on my rectum and started pushing something smooth and slick into my back door. It wasn't much bigger than Tanner's thumb, so not too bad. When it was in all the way, he started pumping it back and forth in my anus. Tanner had played with my sphincter enough while fucking me, I wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation of having something in my butt. Given some warning and a little prep time, I could even enjoy the feeling of something inside of me. It's what began happening to me now. I could feel myself getting wet in my pussy with his prick inside me and by fucking my ass with whatever he put in there. After awhile, he quit playing with my buttocks, and started fucking my kitty.
Once more, I wanted to feel nothing; to ignore what was being done to my body, but he wouldn't let me. In addition to doing a creditable job of fucking me, he started playing with my clit, beginning to peak from it's protective folds as my body was aroused. Trying to be quiet, to let him handle me as he fucked me, to ignore the gathering storm in my pussy, I was as passive as I could be. I could hear his phone camera going off, realized he was taking pictures of my fucking, nice close ups of his cock pushing into my sheath, with something sticking out of my rectum. I had to admit it felt good; the thing in my ass making his smaller cock feel bigger, more impressive, than it was.
He started talking to me.
"What's this thing?" He plucked the item in my butt and fucked me a few more times with it.
"I don't know. I didn't see you put it in me."
"I'm not talking about the plug. I'm talking about what the plug is in." He pressed down on it and I moaned. Fuck.
"It's my rectum."
"That's what the doctor calls it. Sluts call it their asshole, or just ass. 'Please, sir, fuck my ass.' 'Fuck me in the ass, sir.' 'Fill my asshole with your cock, sir.' You're a slut. You're a slut who sucked another man's cock on your wedding day. Say it."
"I'm a slut," I whispered.
"Say it with feeling. Say it like a slut who's got a plug in her ass and is getting fucked in the cunt by some fucking stranger and is going to cum on his cock."
"I'm a slut." Louder.
"Better, but I need more feeling. I tell you what. If you can keep from cumming in the next two minutes, I'll walk out the door right now. If you cum, you tell me loudly what a fucking slut you are."
He increased the speed of his fucking and his finger really started rubbing on my clit. Two minutes. That's all I needed. His other hand grabbed a breast and started playing with a nipple, tugging and tweaking it. After no more than a minute, he pinched my clitoris and I exploded into a monster orgasm, gasping and moaning as I clamped down on his cock and the object in my ass.
"What are you, Brooke? Tell me what you are."
"I'm a slut!" I screamed, "I'm a fucking slut."
"A slut and a whore. Aren't you, Brooke."
"I'm a slut and a whore," I cried, unable to deny he'd made me cum and made me cum easily.
"But you're an untrained slut. I'm going to train you, Brooke. I'm going to take your slutty, whorish clay and mold it, shape it, tune you into a truly marvelous slut, who will beg me to fuck her; who will beg anyone to fuck her. Who will never be satisfied unless she's got a cock in her cunt, or her ass, or her mouth. A slut who lives for cock. When you're a proper slut, I'll turn you loose on the world. Now what's this?" He touched my sphincter and I shuddered.
"My asshole."
"Because sluts have assholes, don't they, Brooke?"
"Yes."
"Now, what's this?" He rubbed my hairless slit.
"My kitty."
"What are you? Four years old? What is it?" He rubbed it again.
"My pussy."
"Good girls have pussies, Brooke. Sluts like you have cunts. Say it."
"It's my cunt."
"Louder."
"It's my slutty cunt," I screamed.
"And what's in your slutty cunt right now, Brooke? Say it. You know what it is."
"Your cock."
"My cock, or my prick, Brooke. You're my slut and you'll use the proper terminology when I'm fucking you."
The whole time he was talking to me, he kept fucking me, never stopping. He hadn't climaxed yet. Having to admit I was a slut and a whore while he fucked me was getting me close to another orgasm. From all indications, it was going to be a powerful one. He started playing with my clit again. I was maybe fifteen or twenty seconds away from an explosion when he stopped.
"What are you doing?" I asked, because I knew he still had to cum.
"I realized I was doing all the work. A proper slut like you should be doing the work for me. If you want to get off, you fuck me."












