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updated july 5 - 2011

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Linda
byLindaTuls©

Chapter One: The blackmailing of a wife.

Linda's hands trembled as she held the documents before her, stirring fresh memories of her past. Tears blurred the words, and caused the ink to run as they fell on the pages. She was more depressed than afraid of what lie before her. Her mind swam in a downward spiral like being trapped in a whirlpool and being sucked under. Her breathing came in ragged breaths as she fought to maintain her composure. Her next class would be arriving in a matter of moments. Fighting back the tears, she put the documents back in the manila envelope and locked it securely in her desk drawer.

Getting through the rest of her classes was a struggle, but she somehow managed. The final bell had sounded, and she watched her trembling fingers remove the manila envelope from the safety of the drawer. She began reading again, but this time she was calmer. The words written filled her veins with ice, and her mind with regret. Her past had come back to haunt her, not that it was all that terrible. How could someone blame her for being young and foolish at the time? She knew, however, that she would be blamed, ridiculed, scorned and everything else that anyone could think of, even though it had been over eight years ago.

The words on the page had threatened that unless she cooperated, her past would become very public. The photos had confirmed her worst fears, and verified that the threat was real. College had been a wonderful and fun time for her, but now it seemed to be the death of her, and she cringed at each photo. She remembered her sorority initiation, and the silly rituals that always accompanied them. If she had it to do over again, she never would have joined a sorority, but hindsight is always 20/20.

The first requirement of her initiation had been to go to a busy street corner, and remove her bra, and hold it in her outstretched hand while counting to ten, and then drop it in the trashcan. She had no idea that someone had photographed the event, but there she was standing on a street corner at a busy intersection, holding her bra. This picture was very tame compared to the next one, of her sliding her panties off on the same corner and repeating the process of dropping them in the trash. They got worse as she continued to the next page.

Her second requirement had been to stay completely naked at the sorority house for an entire weekend. She remembered that no one told her that there was to be an alumni party at the house that Saturday night, and that she and the other pledges were required to serve the guests. Here again, someone had decided that it would be a good idea to photograph the events. Most of the photos were of her as she waited on women of all ages. The worst and most incriminating were of her being pawed and fondled by the partygoers.

The third requirement had been more sexual in nature, and one she had struggled with the most. She had been required to attend a frat party, and collect semen in a 20-ounce soda bottle. The way she was told to complete the task had her topless in the bathroom, behind a wall with a hole in it. Guys would put their hard cocks through the hole, and she would suck them off and collect the sperm in the bottle. None of the guys could see her, but her sorority sisters knew who she was, and there was also photographic evidence of the event. She recalled how the nipple clamps hurt that she had been made to wear, and how they had been attached to the wall by a short section of chain, also visible in the pictures.

The letter she was holding informed her that there were more pictures, and that they all would be part of a new website if she decided not to cooperate. What choice did she have? She had to go along with whatever they wanted. She stood to lose a lot if she didn't. Her job, her happy home, her reputation, basically her life as she knew it would be over. She had to keep this secret, and vowed to never let anyone know, and so started her new journey.

The first demand seemed simple enough, but for a twenty-nine year old married high school teacher, it was not something that would normally be done. Whoever this person was, wanted her in class the next day with no bra. The note had also warned that she was to make sure her nipples were hard all day long. Linda's nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and were quite capable of standing out nearly three quarters of an inch when she was really turned on. Her nipples were nearly the size of a dime and would be clearly visible; leaving no doubt that she was braless. Failure to comply would prompt the beginning of her public shaming on the net.

Quickly, she put the contents back in the envelope and left her classroom for the day. The drive home seemed like it never happened, as her mind was somewhere else. Pulling into the driveway, she noticed that Frank's car was already there, and she numbly walked to the front door. Her husband met her with a kiss and a hug, but she felt nothing inside as she was being consumed by her blackmail.

Linda dressed the next morning like she normally would, and she left for work. She parked her car in her designated spot and walked briskly into the school. Once inside, she went into her storage closet and removed her bra. Her fingers shook and it took a few tries before she could get her blouse buttoned back up. Looking down, she could see the faint outline and definition her nipples made in the blue cotton blouse. She could see that she was braless, but she wondered if the faint hint of her nipples was enough to comply with the first demand. Not wanting to take any chances, she pinched and pulled at them, until they stood out and formed tiny tents in the front of her top.

Her knees wobbled as she walked back to her desk, and waited for the first bell. She didn't have long to wait, and soon there was a stream of students pouring into the room. She scanned their faces for clues as to who her blackmailer might be, but it seemed that no one paid her much attention. A few of the girls greeted her, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Forty-five minutes later, she was watching her first class leave the room. She had been painfully aware of her nipples the entire time, and she thought she heard a few comments about them as the students left.

She looked down at her blouse, and the little tents had begun to collapse a bit, and she quickly ducked back into the closet to revive them. Students were coming into the room as she emerged from the closet with freshly hardened nipples pointing the way. During the lecture and classroom activities she could almost feel the eyes upon her, and she blushed openly. Several times, she caught some of the boys staring at her tits, and this seemed to excite her throbbing nipples even more. She had forgotten how it felt to have men, albeit seventeen and eighteen year olds, ogling her body. It had always been a turn on for her, and one of her secrets that not even her husband knew. Inwardly, she smiled as she recalled the many times that she had worn something a bit too revealing, and had caught men watching her. Those times always led to intense sex with Frank, and he had thought he was the luckiest guy on the planet. Frank had often encouraged her to show more, but she never had the nerve to go much further than flashing some underwear or perhaps a little extra cleavage. Even though she had this secret inner desire, and her husband had expressed interests along this same line, they never discussed it. The two had only been married for two years and weren't quite comfortable and open enough to discuss things of a sexual nature.

Linda breathed a sigh of relief as the last of her students exited the room. She was done for the day, and she had made it through OK. Yes, there had been comments on her attire, made by almost every class, but she survived the first trial as it were. She began going through the homework that had been collected, when she found a piece of paper folded in half, and so she opened it. There it was. Another note from her blackmailer. She had to place the paper on the desk as her hands trembled too much to see the words clearly.

"Your nipples looked nice today, and you did well in your first task. Tomorrow you will take your next step. No bra again, and this time you are to leave some buttons opened at the top. You will visit each student at their desks, and will bend closer to look at what they are working on. Make sure there are enough buttons open that if anyone looks, they will be able to see your nipples when you are bent over. I want to see them. Just in case you figure out which class I'm in, I have to tell you that I have friends in all of your classes and I will know if you disobey me."

Linda tore the paper to shreds, and clenched her fists in anger, but still she had no choice. She hated the idea of being so dangerous, and risking exposing her breasts to her students. The one thing she was thankful for was that they were all seniors, and at least seventeen years old. It was still very risky for her to do, after all it wasn't that long ago that the female teacher had been put in jail for having an affair with one of her students, and she didn't want that. Still there was no choice, and she knew she would comply.

The next morning as she dressed for work, she took some extra time and stood in front of the mirror, deciding on how many buttons would be open. She did not want to leave too many open, but she also wanted to make sure she had enough open to afford a peak at her creamy breasts. She opened the top two on her green blouse and bent forward, acting like she was bending over a desk. Her hair was a problem. The long, golden hair that framed her pretty face obscured her breasts from sight as it fell forward over her shoulders. A ponytail quickly solved the problem, and kept her hair from blocking the view down her blouse. With the top two buttons opened, she could just barely see her nipples, and so she decided to see how another button looked. Three buttons was just too much, as her full D-cup breasts fell through the opening of her blouse. She tucked them back inside, and closed the button deciding that this would have to do.

Sitting at her desk, her heart pounded in her chest. There was no need to pinch her nipples today, as they were rock hard, and pointing out very nicely. A thin film of sweat had appeared on her forehead, and she wiped it away with shaking hands. The sound of the first bell exploded in her head like an atom bomb, and she nearly fainted from the rush. She could literally feel the color drain from her face as her students filed into the room. Today, they looked at the pretty blond teacher behind the desk as they passed by, and a couple of the boys even gave each other the high-five. Linda knew why they were doing it, and the sweat reappeared.

Linda had to steady herself by leaning on her own desk as she said, "Today, we are going to work on our reports. I will be around to help you and answer any questions you may have."

The students diligently took out their notebooks and began working. Linda stood behind her desk for some time, not having the strength to leave it, until she saw a hand go up in the third row. One of her students had a question, and Linda knew what she had to do. Walking to the girls desk, made her feel like she was floating on air. Linda leaned down to talk to the girl, and she could feel the fabric of her top fall away from her heaving breasts. Cool air caressed her nipples, and she knew she was exposed. This was going to be a very long day.

By lunchtime, Linda had to sit in her chair and catch her breath. For the past three hours she had deliberately exposed her breasts to each of her students. Approximately seventy in all had the opportunity to view her bare chest. Linda could feel something between her legs, and it horrified her to realize that her panties were soaked. A quick check of her nipples revealed that they were rock hard, and were showing no sings of softening any time soon. She picked up some papers and made a fan of them, and blew cool air across her face, telling herself to "get a grip and calm down".

There was no way she could even think of eating, and she took a long drink from her chilled bottled water. The faculty room was definitely out of the question today. Too many unwanted looks or perhaps questions were something she didn't need to deal with. She stepped into the closet and pulled the door partly closed, and opened her slacks then slid them down her shapely thighs. Her fingers found the crotch of her panties and they were positively saturated with her fragrant juices. She tried as best she could to dry them with paper towels, but realized that it was a futile effort. The only way to succeed was to go to the source. Linda slowly lowered her panties, and put her fingers into the soft blond curls. They easily slipped into the soft delicate folds, and were immediately flooded with moisture. She jumped when a finger accidentally brushed her clit, and it throbbed. Folding up some of the paper towels, she placed them in her panties and pulled them back into place. Hopefully this would help.

After pulling her slacks back on, Linda sat at her desk and waited for the afternoon session to begin. She was nervous, but not quite sure if it was nervousness from her situation and being caught or if it was sexual nerves getting to her. Whatever it was, there was no hiding the effects it had on her body. Her nipples were still rock hard, and she seemed to be able to feel every thread of fabric in her blouse as it caressed her sensitive nipples. Tortured and teased probably more fit right now, rather than caressed. Linda would have given anything to be lying naked with Frank, and having his wet mouth sucking at her tender nubs at that very moment. The bell brought her back to reality.

The last class of the day had Linda breathing a sigh of relief. Just a few more minutes till the final bell, and she would be done. Again, she had overheard comments about her attire, and this time some of them were more brazen, almost as if she were meant to hear them. Some of the girls were calling her a slut, and some of the boys couldn't wait to come back the next day. She also heard her nipples described as "rocks and headlights being on". She felt humiliated, but couldn't deny that she was turned on.

The bell finally rang, and she took a deep breath. What puzzled her was that she didn't get another note. Perhaps whoever was blackmailing her had had enough fun, and this ordeal was now over. She closed up her room, gathered her things, and walked to the parking lot. From the distance she could see something on her windshield. As she got closer, she realized it was a piece of paper secured under the windshield wiper. Linda pulled the note, off and began to read.

"Your tits looked hot today. Tomorrow, I want to see your panties. Make sure that they are nice and see through, so I can see the cunt that I own now. How you do this is up to you, just make sure I see it. Don't bother with a bra, and don't forget to leave some buttons open. I like the idea of you having to be careful of how you move. It should make you remember that you are vulnerable, and that I own you. Just for the hell of it, I want you to take off your shirt right now and lock it in the trunk. Then you may leave slut."

Linda looked around to see if she could catch this person spying on her. Why else would they want her to get topless in the parking lot? Surely someone was watching her. She strained her eyes trying to see past every little bush and shrub, but found nothing. Satisfied that she was alone, she pulled her blouse off, and stepped to the back of the car. Just as the key slipped into the lock, a car pulled out, and drove right past her. Linda covered herself with her arms, and looked at the car. She was disappointed that the windows were so dark, and she couldn't see who was inside. The car went by very slow, and tooted the horn before speeding out of the lot.

Linda tossed her blouse in the trunk, and closed it. She quickly walked around to the front and got in. The engine roared to life, and she pulled out of her spot. She looked down at her exposed chest, and laughed to herself. This was so absurd, that for some reason it struck her funny. Strange how the mind works were under stress like this. Her breasts bobbed with each bump in the road, and Linda was sure that at least three truckers had seen her tits on the way home.

The car pulled into the driveway, and Linda was presented with a new dilemma. How was she going to get to the house without her top, or how could she retrieve it without being seen by a neighbor. The houses were far enough apart, about twenty or thirty feet, but still there was too much open space between them and too much distance to her front door. To make matters worse, Frank's car was parked closest to the front porch. Linda had a fleeting thought of blowing the horn, and having Frank come out, but she was afraid that would just attract her neighbor's attention. Attention that she didn't need right now. Then, a brilliant idea hit her.

She pulled her cell phone out of her purse, and called the house phone.

"Hello." Frank answered.

"Hi dear." She replied, "Come out to the driveway. I have a surprise for you."

Linda had only to wait a few seconds, before her husband opened the front door and stepped on the porch. Linda sat up in her seat, and pushed her naked tits towards the window. When Frank saw his pretty wife, he stopped in his tracks, and stared with his mouth hanging open like a tourist in the city seeing his first sky scrappers. Linda chuckled and wiggled her tits at her husband, and licked her lips. It didn't take Frank long to regain his composure, and walk over to his wife's car.

"Just what do you think you are doing young lady?" he asked her.

"Don't you like it dear?" she replied.

"Pretty hot, if you ask me." Frank said, "Why don't you get out of the car, and we'll see what comes up? Maybe even go for a walk around the neighborhood!"

Linda looked around to see if any of the neighbors were out or looking their way, before she opened the door, and hugged her husband. She felt safe in his arms, and happy that he concealed her naked chest. Linda was more than a bit surprised when Frank stepped back and took her by the hand. Her cover had been taken away, and she tried to cover her tits. Frank held tightly to his wife's hand, and led her to the back of the house. He smiled as her tits bounced, and she tried to cover them up.

Frank opened the gate to the back yard, and watched his sexy wife hurry inside. Linda pulled Frank to her and kissed him deeply. Her hands found the front of his pants, and she felt the lump of flesh hardening and growing. In a mad frenzy, clothes were torn off and soon the two were heavily into a naked, passionate embrace. Linda wanted, no, needed fucked, and she couldn't wait until they got inside. She needed Frank's hard cock right now, and she moaned when it slid effortlessly into her soaping hole. Frank rode the writhing blond on the grass, hard and fast. Her thrusts were so violent that she actually lifted him off the ground. She cried out, when he grabbed her hard nipples, and held onto them, throwing her into a tremendous orgasm. Seconds after Linda began to shudder and orgasm; Frank started pumping his hot cum into her.

The two lovers lay in a sweating, heaving heap on the lawn. Linda kissed him and he held her close. How she loved her husband. Somehow she would get through this ordeal. Eventually, she knew she would have to tell Frank about it, but decided it would be better to keep it a secret for now. She had always loved Frank, and she thought this information would destroy what they had.

Chapter two: A Very Difficult Day

Normally Linda loved school and her teaching job, but now she dreaded going each day. Especially with the new demands of her blackmailer. Each one was getting more and more difficult, and they were pushing her to the limits of moral decency. This latest one had her mind a blank as to how she could pull it off. Her blackmailer had demanded that she wear sheer panties to school and that she make sure she showed them. Thoughts of wearing a short skirt and bending over in front of the class seemed too bold, and she quickly ruled this out. Her options were very limited to be sure, but nonetheless she had to come up with something.

She chose her tan and black floral print dress with the tiny pearl buttons down the front, and her very thinnest white panties for her attire of the day. The buttons were much closer together on this dress, and she had to open six of them to be in compliance with the demands of her tormentor. She sat on the edge of the bed, and looked into the mirror at her reflection. Slowly, she began inching the hem of her dress higher on her thighs, until it no longer would block the view between her legs. Next, she started opening her knees to see how far apart they would need to be to allow a look at her panties. It seemed to her that about a foot would work pretty well, and she formulated a plan.

Once in her classroom, Linda went straight to work on her idea. She got on her knees and looked under her desk at the privacy panel in the front. Seeing that it was only held in place by a few screws, Linda looked for something to remove the screws with. It took some doing, but she managed to remove all the screws with a pair of scissors. She quickly hid the panel in her closet, and sat down to wait for her class. Inwardly, she smiled at having been so clever. She would be able to make her exposure appear accidental now.

The bell rang, and the students filled her room, and took their assigned seats. Linda told them that they were going to have a surprise test and then she began handing out the papers. Once all the papers were distributed, she took her seat at her desk, and put her plan into action. She started by calling their attention to her, and then giving them instructions. The entire time, she had allowed her knees to drift apart, and she knew that at least some of the students would be getting a free look if they looked in the right place. She also told them that when they finished, they could just put their heads on their desks, and wait quietly for the bell. They were also instructed to put their tests on her desk as they left the room.

When the bell sounded, students filed past her desk, dropping their papers on her desk. Some chatted with her as they went by, and even some of the girls said they liked her dress. She also heard some of the comments of her male students as they went through the door. Her plan had been a success, as her panties and her "crotch" were the hot topic. Some of the girls had said that she must be a true slut for showing so much, and some even wondered what happened to the panel that normally covered her legs.

Linda repeated this procedure for every class that day, and had managed to make it through. The only thing that had not gone as planned was how wet she had gotten, knowing that she was showing her panties, and that her delicate flower of womanhood had only been thinly veiled. The wetness had increased the transparency more than she expected, and she heard some of the boys describing her curls of gold, and the slit they had very nearly seen. She collected the tests from the last group and put them with all of her other classes papers. Her plans had been to take them home and correct them.

The load of paperwork seemed to be too much, and she didn't want to cut into her and Frank's weekend, so she set half of them back on her desk. Staring her straight in the face on the top of the pile she planned to leave was another note from her blackmailer. She picked it up and began to read.

"I got to see what I wanted, but I'm sure that everybody didn't get to see it. I suggest that you move your desk to the center of the front, so everyone can see a sluts gash. Tonight, you are going to go home topless. Since you wore a dress, I guess you will go home naked. Take a pair of scissors with when you leave. Remove your dress when you get to your car, and cut it up and throw it in the garbage can. Have a nice day."

Linda picked a small pair of scissors from her desk, and left the room. Her car was parked in the lot designated for faculty only, and was located between the school and the football field. She waited until hers was the only car left, before following her instructions. She figured that certainly, someone was going to be watching, and she quickly removed and shredded the garment. She made a brisk walk to her car, and reached into her purse for her keys. To her horror, she couldn't find her car keys! All she found was a small note folded tightly, which she opened and read.

"We're playing hide and go seek with your keys. The first clue is that they are in the boys locker room inside a looker. Good hunting."

Linda felt all the color drain from her cheeks. The boys locker room should be empty, but not for long. The football team was practicing and she knew they would be done in about twenty minutes or so. She had to act fast, and so she took off her high-heels clutched her purse in her other hand, and sprinted towards the boys locker room entrance. Her breasts ached as they bounced vigorously, and her heart was pounding as she opened the door, and went in. She stood near the entrance, listening and hoping no one was in there. The coast was clear, and she set about looking for her keys.

Most of the lockers were locked, and she had to stop and think for a minute. Then it dawned on her. Check locker number sixty-nine! Her heart sank as she looked inside, only to find another note addressed to her. Checking her watch, she figured she only had about fourteen minutes left before the entire football team came crashing through the doors. Being caught naked in there would not be a good thing. She tore the note open, and quickly read it.

"I will text a number to your phone where you can find your keys. Don't forget to smile cause the camera's watching you."

Her phone rang signaling an incoming message. She read the number and ran to the designated locker. She almost laughed out loud, when she saw her keys hanging inside. Looking back at her watch, she knew there wasn't time to go back the way she came, so she took the only other option. Slowly she opened the door into the main hall, and looked to see if it was clear. Luck was with her, and she walked into the hall, and turned towards the doors that led to the parking lot. Linda was just about to turn the corner, when she heard two of the night janitors talking. She turned and ran back the way she came.

Linda had thoughts of trying to make her way around the halls without getting caught, but another option presented itself. The girls locker room, was right next to the boys, and if she got lucky, there might be something to wear in there. If the door wasn't locked, of course. Her luck was still holding out, because the door hadn't been locked yet, and she went inside.

Linda rummaged through the open lockers, until she found one that had some clothes in it. However, what she found wasn't much help. She did find a skirt, but it was made of lycra/spandex, and it was way too small. The top she found was also way too small, and to make matters worse, it was mesh with a pattern of rather large holes. She also found a sports bra, but there was no way she could squeeze into it. It appeared that the bra was meant to wear under the mesh top as an outfit.

Linda couldn't find anything else, so she returned to the clothes in hand. It took everything she could do, but she managed to pull the shiny blue skirt on. It fit her like a second skin and it was entirely too short. When it was over her hips like it should be, half her ass was exposed, and it was worse in the front. There was no hiding her blond curls, and her most intimate parts. She tugged the skirt down to where it covered her, or at least mostly covered her ass, and looked in the mirror. Her blond curls were fluffed out over the top hem of the skirt, but it would have to do. The mesh top was a little better, as it was larger and would be loose over the sports bra. Linda figured that the girl these clothes belonged to must be very tiny.

The dark blue mesh covered her tits, but that was it. Her flat tummy was exposed, and she also saw that her nipples poked into the top, forming little tents. The little tents didn't last long as first one and then the other nipple slipped through a hole. Having no other options, Linda literally ran out of the locker room. She burst through the outer doors, just as the football team was leaving the practice field. Still carrying her shoes, she sprinted across the parking lot to her car. Out of breath and smiling to her self, she was inside the cars before any of the players had spotted her.

Just as Linda started the motor, her phone rang. She noted the caller ID and saw that Frank was calling her, so she answered the call.

"Hi dear, I was just going to call you." She lied.

"You're late and I was beginning to get worried." Her husband said.

"I'm sorry, but I did a stupid thing this morning, and locked my keys in the car." She lied, "I called a locksmith, and he should be here soon to help me."

"Oh. I see." Frank replied. "Well, I'm not sure I'll be here when you get home. I have a late meeting with a client tonight, and I just wanted to let you know that I would miss dinner."

"Oh, that's OK sweetie." Linda said. "I didn't have anything in mind for dinner anyway. Why didn't you tell me this earlier, and how long will you be out?"

"It just came up. One of our biggest clients walked into my office just as I was leaving, and so I got stuck going out with him. Seems he's in town for some kind of convention, and he was looking for a way to kill an evening." Frank said. "I hope I won't be out too late. Are you going to be OK getting home, or do you need me to come get you. We could always take you along with us tonight and pick up the car later."

"Oh no, you go ahead." Linda replied quickly. The last thing she needed was for her husband and his client to see her dressed like she was. "I'll be ok. The guy is pulling in now honey. I will see you when you get home. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye." Frank then hung up.

Linda pulled the car out of the lot, and began her drive home. The interstate wasn't as crowded tonight probably because she had missed the rush hour traffic. All she could think of was getting home, and getting rid of this ridiculous outfit she was wearing. She didn't realize how fast she was going, until the flashing red and blue lights filled her mirror. Linda pulled the car to the side of the road, and wondered what else could go wrong. Here she was waiting for a police officer to come up to her car, and she was nearly showing everything she had!

"Good evening." The officer greeted.

"Hello." Linda timidly replied.

"License, registration, and proof of insurance, please." He said.

Linda fumbled in her purse for the documents, but dropped them to the floor in her haste. She had to turn on the interior lights to find the requested papers, and when she did, she heard the officer take a sharp breath. Obviously, he wasn't prepared to see a nearly naked woman.

Linda handed him the papers, and quickly turned off the interior lights. The officer walked back to his patrol car and seemed to stay there forever. When he returned, he handed the documents back in through the window, and stood there for a few moments before speaking.

"Mrs. Tulls, do you know why you were pulled over this evening?" he said.

"No officer. Was I speeding?" she asked.

"Yes, you were doing seventy in a fifty-five zone." He replied. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."

Linda knew this was not an ordinary request for just a speeding violation, but she also knew why he wanted her out of the car. This guy wanted a better look at her! She also knew it would be useless to argue or protest, and so she pulled herself together as much as the wicked little nothing she was wearing would allow, and got out of the car.

"Mrs. Tulls, please step to the side of the road. We don't want you to get hit buy a car." The officer ordered.

Linda walked around her car, and this was when she saw the second officer standing there. The cool night air wasn't helping her as she could see her hard nipples poking through the top in the headlights of the police car.

"Mrs. Tulls," the officer began, "We have reason to believe that you have drugs on you or in the car, and we would like to have your permission to search your vehicle."

"Go ahead, and look if you want." She said. "I don't have any drugs. I am a school teacher, and a member of our schools anti-drug league."

"What class do you teach? Sex education?" the other officer asked, and then they both laughed.

"Now wait just a minute!" Linda angrily said. "I know my rights, and I think I should talk to my attorney!"

"Calm down Mrs. Tulls." The first officer replied. "We can take care of this the easy way or we can all go downtown, and sort this all out. It's up to you which way we go."

Linda stopped talking, realizing that going downtown dressed like this would not be a good idea. Why hadn't she paid closer attention to her driving, she scolded herself? She stood quietly while the second officer searched her car. The first officer stood watching the scantily dressed blond, while his partner did his job.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here!" the second officer said as he got out of the back seat of the car. He was holding a cellophane bag that contained a white, powdery substance. Linda's mind quickly told her that she was being set up, and now she became afraid.

"That's not mine!" Linda said.

"Possession of cocaine is a very serious offence Mrs. Tulls." The first officer said. "I'm afraid we're going to have to search you for more drugs and possibly hidden weapons."

"Just where in the hell do you think I would hide...." She blurted out.

The two officers just smiled at her, and her ridiculously obvious statement. Of course there was no place she could hide anything in the clothes she was wearing. All three of them knew why she was going to be searched, and it certainly had nothing to do with hidden drugs or weapons. Linda's eyes welled up with tears as the first officer took her hands and cuffed them behind her back. She was extremely humiliated when he bent her over the fender of her car, and kicked her feet apart. Rage exploded in her heart as the second cop ran his hands over her ass, and then up over her barely concealed tits. He blatantly groped her for what seemed like an eternity, before stepping back.

"Your turn partner." He said.

The humiliation was repeated, and the officer's hands freely explored her body. This time, though, she felt the hem of the tiny dress being rolled up, and the cool air on her ass, and damp pussy verified her exposure. Fingers probed between her ass cheeks and then into her wet pussy. Linda felt like crying as the cop pushed his fingers in and out, before withdrawing them and stepping back.

"She's not hiding anything in her skirt or her pussy for that matter. I think she's clean." He said.

The other cop said, "You didn't search her like they showed us in training. I'll show you how it's done."

He stepped forward, and pulled up the mesh top that the frightened blond woman was wearing, causing her firm tits to spill out. His hands roughly mauled her tits, and he pulled at her nipples so hard she nearly cried out in pain. Just as suddenly, he let them drop and chuckled as her tits bounced. He forced one then two fingers into her sopping pussy, and roughly stroked them in and out. When he pulled them out, he put them to the woman's lips, and forced them into her mouth, commenting that she wasn't hiding anything in her mouth. Linda was disgusted that she had just had his fingers in her mouth after they had been in her pussy, and she felt like vomiting, but maintained as much composure as she could. The officers fingers returned to her pussy, and he fucked them in and out again. Once again the fingers withdrew and she breathed a momentary sigh of relief. Then she felt the fingers pushing against her asshole. She bit her lip to keep from crying as the officer pushed his fingers deep into her virgin ass. Never in her life had anything been where his fingers were, and she desperately wanted them out.

"Please, don't" she sobbed.

"Well Mrs. Tulls," the officer said as he pulled his fingers out of her ass, "We have a serious situation here tonight, but I think we can find a way to work it out."

"That's right." His partner added. "I don't see any need for you to go to jail for possession of drugs, and resisting arrest."

That last part floored Linda! Just when had she resisted arrest? "Please." Was all she could say as she softly sobbed. So much was going through her mind that she didn't even realize that her blouse skirt was still rolled up and she was still exposed.

"I think that a good fuck would make everyone feel better right now, don't you Mrs. Tulls?" The second officer asked.

Linda hung her head and nodded agreement. The first officer led her back to their squad car, and climbed into the back seat. Linda watched numbly as he pulled his hard cock from his pants and rolled the rubber down over it. He pulled Linda inside, and slipped his cock into her wet pussy as she sat on his lap. The two fucked quickly and within ten minutes, the first officer had finished. The second officer followed suit, and soon he too was satisfied.

"Mrs. Tulls," The first officer said, "Please watch your speed, and drive safely tonight."

"You might want to adjust your clothes before leaving, as well." The second officer laughed.

Linda adjusted her clothes and walked woodenly to her car, and got in. The police cruiser pulled out, and Linda cried out loud as she pulled back onto the interstate, thankful to be on her way home again, and hoping nothing else would go wrong. Her emotions were a mixture of shame and desire. She was deeply ashamed at having been unfaithful even though it had been forced on her, and at the same time, she had been very turned on by the whole scene. A beeping and blinking icon on her dashboard interrupted her state of confusion. She was running out of gas!

Of all the luck! And in the worst part of the city too! Linda would have to stop and get gas, but the only place to pull over was in an area known as the projects. The area was well known for it's high crime rate, and gang activity. It was definitely an area to be avoided at night, especially if a person was alone. Linda trembled as she stopped at the bottom of the off ramp. She spotted a small convenience store that sold gas, and she pulled the car up to the pumps.

It looked as if no one was around, and she got out of the car, and put just enough gas in to get home. She didn't want to spend any more time here than absolutely necessary. The next problem was how to pay for the gas, but seeing as there was no solution other than to just walk into the store and pay, she started towards the door. From the shadows, she heard a voice speaking to her.

"Hey bitch. How much for a fuck?" the voice asked.

Linda ignored the question and continued into the store. The clerk was a thin, elderly black man, dressed in some kind of store uniform shirt, and he leered at Linda as she handed him the money. He grumbled and took it from her hand, and she thought she heard him say something about stupid white crack whore, but she wasn't sure. Without a word, she turned and exited the store.

As she got closer to her car, it appeared that someone was in it! Her pace slowed, and she looked in the car window only to find one of the biggest, meanest looking black men she had ever seen. He smiled at her, and his gold tooth gleamed in the light.

"Git the fuck in da car bitch." He said.

Linda's hands trembled as she opened the door and got inside with this man. He started the car, and pulled it around the back of the store and into a vacant lot. Linda saw a group of about ten young men standing around, some of them smoking and drinking. The closer they got, the more these men looked like nothing more than teenagers, in fact, that is just what they were.

"What be a crazy white whore like you be doin in da hood at night?" He asked.

"I...I...I was running out of gas and had to stop." Linda stammered.

"Like fuck you wuz! You is lookin to get laid! I seen yo kine before!" he replied. "You a hoe lookin to make some bread."

"Honest!" Linda retorted, "I was running out of gas and had to stop!"

"Bitch, ya show don't look like you wuz runnin outa gas! You lying ta Big E." he said. "Where yo pimp at? I may half ta educate him on da rules of turf."

"Please, just let me go." Linda pleaded, "I'm not a whore!"

"You aint no hoe like I aint black, right?" He laughed. "Why you disrespectin me dis way? You bring yo skanky white ass down here dressed like you ready ta fuck, den, ya lies ta me bout it!"

"But, I keep telling you, I'm not a whore!" Linda cried.

"yea, yea, I hears ya. So if you aint got no pimp, den I guess I'll have ta do it." He said. "After all, ya got da bros all worked up wit yo hot little booty and da way it's hangin all out fer da world ta see. I figure dat day be satisfied wit a blowjob, and since it be your first time in da hood, I think five bucks a crack be fair."

Linda gave up on trying to reason with him, and just nodded her head. Fear was her motivator. She was genuinely afraid for her life. Giving out blowjobs was the least of her fears, so she got out of the car amidst the catcalls, and rude comments. Big E stood proudly beside her and told the gang that she would blow each of them for the bargain discount price of five bucks each, and then he made her take off her top. He whispered in her ear that she was to wear their cum on her face and tits.

A circle quickly formed around the blond woman, and black cocks were thrust forward. Linda did her best to make quick work of the task at hand, and within forty minutes had drained the cum from all but Big E. Linda stood up with cum dripping from her face and tits. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel the moisture in her pussy, which was still hot from the fucking the cops had given her.

"Ya see." Big E said, "I tole ya you wuz a slut and a hoe! Now pay em five bucks each fer letting ya suck dare cocks."

Linda was shocked. She had no idea that it would be her paying them. That wasn't how prostitution worked! Realizing it would be useless to argue, she gave them the money. It was all she had left, and she was happy it was enough. Who knew what might have happened if she didn't have enough money.

"Dats a good little hoe." Big E said, "Now I git my cut. Pimps always get some, so I figure ya owes me bout thirty bucks."

"But, but... I don't have any more money!" Linda exclaimed.

"Well don't fret yer pretty little ass, das why we take it out in trade!" Big E replied. "I figure dat yo cunt be worth bout fifteen a shot."

Once again, she knew it was useless to argue, and she just hung her head. The big black man pulled her over to her car, and pulled her skirt off, leaving her naked in the eerie glow of the back store lights. The cum glistened on her heaving tits, and she found that she was strangely anticipating being fucked by this man, disgusting as it may be.

Big E laid her back on the back seat, and spread her legs. Linda looked up and saw a group of hungry faces leering at her through the windows, but her attention was brought back to Big E, when he pushed a finger into her dripping hole. He smiled and sniffed the wetness on his finger, before shoving it into Linda's mouth. She found herself eager to taste the juices and she sucked it like the cocks she had just drained.

Linda reached for the mans belt and opened his pants. Her fingers found the biggest cock she had ever seen, and she stroked it lovingly. The shaft hardened and grew like magic in her tiny hands, and she longed to have it inside her hot pussy. Big E was feasting on her tits, and was nibbling on her nipples, when he pushed the head of his cock against the wanton white woman's hole.

Hid big cock slid in easily, and Linda moaned out loud. She was truly being filled, as the monster continued to force its way in. Deeper and deeper it went, until it finally hit bottom. Linda looked down, and saw at least three or four inches still outside her stretched pussy. With a grunt, Big E began to fuck in and out of the woman. Linda wrapped her arms around him, and moaned loudly, telling him to fuck her hard.

The big black man started with a slow pace, and gradually built up speed as he fucked the blond. Linda was beside herself with lust, as she held on tightly to Big E. Her cunt was being pounded hard and fast and she knew that release was on its way. Big E started to breathe heavier, and she could feel his cock grow even harder as a tremendous wave of pleasure built in her body. When the wave crashed, Big E blew his load deep into her pussy. The force of his cum felt like jets of hot lava, and Linda arched her back, and let the wave of a fantastic orgasm wash over her. Her body shook as wave after wave flooded her senses, and she felt like she was floating on air.

A sudden rush of cool air, and an empty pussy told her that something was wrong, and she opened her eyes, to see the big man tucking his cock back into his pants. It seemed that the police were out in front of the store, and there was a chance they would come out back.

"You best get outa here, fore the cops comes back an fines you." Big E said, "I be callin you to collect da rest of what ya owes me. Somebody git her purse an see if she gots a phone in dare."

Linda took her bag from the kid holding it, and pulled out her cell phone. She gave it to Big E, and let him get the number off of it. He smiled and handed the phone back to the naked woman, and patted her ass, as he and his friends disappeared into the crisp dark night.

Linda searched franticly for her clothes, but someone must have taken them. She gathered her wits, and jumped in her car and drove off naked. It turns out that the police routinely stopped there for coffee, and that there was no need for alarm. Linda pulled onto the interstate and finished her drive home.

Twenty minutes later, she was safely in her driveway, and as luck would have it, her husband wasn't home yet. After scanning the neighboring houses, she made a dash for the front door, and slipped inside. The cum had begun to dry on her tits, and she ran upstairs to the shower. The warm water washed over her beautiful body, and she washed every last trace of evidence down the drain.

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