Blackmailed to become a blowjob whore

Fight or flight, I weighed my options as a tiny bit of bravery welled up inside me. I could go for the door and cause a ruckus. Maybe even get myself outside and running for safety. I could scream. Johnny and whoever was nearby would come running, especially since the car was nearby, literally just around the corner about 20 ft away. I was about to commit to either of these options, when I saw his hands move. I prepared myself for hurt.

"Got a little souvenir of our time that night. The game we played was too good so I couldn't help myself."

When I saw what he showed me through the screen of a phone, my heart and soul sank. Right before my eyes was a photo of me, squatting before two men, with their dicks in my hands and mouth and from the perspective of the man on the right. There were not just one, but multiple images. I had no recollection of them being taken. I remembered I was too busy pleasuring them, but that was not why I was so distraught. It was evidence that I, a married woman, had had such relations with other men. I felt my dreams shatter the longer I look at them as he thumbed through them from a distance. He was showing them freely, as if knowing full well what the real picture truly was.

With his weapon tucked back into his pocket, he swaggered over to the closed toilet seat and sat himself down like a king on a throne, easing himself into a slight slouch. With two obnoxious fingers on both hands, he pointed straight down to his crotch wordlessly. It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted. This time around, I was far more **** that before, in a far darker place than any lonely parking lot in the world. I thought about all of the faces I had seen and would be seeing today, as well as the faces they would make if they saw me doing such a horrible thing. I felt a piece of me slip away as I slowly stripped off my top and bra, delighting him with a view of my bare tits once more, the photos acting as the invisible leash for my every action. With near tearful eyes, I knelt before him and quivered badly while unzipping his jeans. As soon as his soaring dick flew full sail to the heavens, I nauseously dipped my face in to lick at it, keeping the throbbing rod steady with my right hand. I wrapped my tongue around every corner of his shaft, letting the slippery substance it was secreting coat it. For some reason, he was bigger than before, pulsating with vigorous life amidst his pleasured pants. When I finally slid the tip straight into the tight suction of my lips, I gave it a slow and steady jack to the base and back, repeatedly pumping my face in and out of his huge skyward erection.

"That's the ticket.... Look up at me while sucking me off, slut. Look up here with those cock hungry eyes!"

I lifted my gaze from a deep stupor straight up his body and into his grinning face, letting him savor in my torment with every long and steady stroke of my mouth. Just as I was about to blank out, the darkness suddenly cleared when I heard a knocking noise. Sliding straight out, my face whipped over to look at the source, suddenly fully aware of myself again.

"Honey! Is everything okay in there?" The sound of Johnny's sweet voice was like the gospel.

I opened my precum stained yap, and somehow, I could not make a sound. All I had to do was yell and everything would be okay. The man would be in jail. Johnny would forgive me. I would be back to way everything once was before that night, but the leash.... I felt its tug as I remembered what the man had with him. An exorbitant amount of shame filled me, keeping my **** need for him to save me deep in my throat. There were several more knocks. I could not answer any of them, until I finally spoke up.

"Just give me a few more minutes!"

"Alright! I'll wait in the car! Love you!"

My head turned to look back at my attacker, eyes begging him for mercy that he would never give. All he did was stare, and waited. I did not make him wait long. My mouth was once more over his dick, slurping it up and down with harder fervor and anguish. He delighted in the increasing stimulation, huffing harder and squirming. I pumped him faster, feeling every square inch of my suction rubbing across his rod and molding into the shape of his dick. Within less than a minute, he suddenly heaved. I held still halfway. A big spurt of cum assailed my taste buds, sloshing about for the mere moments before my swallowing throat downed each hot pump. He was going off like a broken pipe, bucking into my face and grunting heavily. When he finally settled down with a long sigh, I slipped in deep, and out again, several long times to coax out the last straps, before popping out his shriveling but still pulsating dick. Now able to look back up at him, my vision was glazed, foggy and lost. Every last drop of his cum had been consumed, the deep heat of his sperm still lingering in my mouth and throat. There was no sign of remorse or regret that hung from my parting lips.

I was the first to leave the restroom after cleaning up my face and getting dressed. I took several long seconds outside the door to collect whatever thoughts were left in my head with little success. Strapping my bag back over my shoulder, I put on my best smile and made my way back to the car. When Johnny questioned me what took me so long, I cheekily told him not to pry a woman's need to look good, lying with a straight face as the sight, scent, taste and feeling of the man's cock in my mouth vividly replaying like a movie screen at the back of my mind.