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It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul — some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes dark passions surface — and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed — and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
BLACKMAILED SWINGERS is a dramatic representation of the singles set who dare to let their most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the live of people who dare to let it all hang out.
“Damn it, Darren, I thought you wanted to fuck!”
“I do, baby,” Darren Rethro said from the window of his apartment where he was fisting his dick into rigid erection.
He was looking directly down into the scoop necked dress of a beautiful blonde. She stood one story below, at the door of the manager’s office.
She was tall enough to be called statuesque. Her faintly bronze complexion gave her the look of a sun-drenched native who spent all her free time on the beach. Her ample tits bounced under the material of her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her shapely legs, long and supple, were tantalizing looking. She was definitely the kind of girl whom men would notice, and she was entirely aware of that fact.
She must be the new tenant in 4-B, Darren thought. Damn, what a body. He wondered how long it would take to get in her pants.
“Shit, if we’re not gonna fuck, I’m goin’ home!”
“In a second, Carrie, in a second,” Darren said. Carrie Gayle lay on the bed behind him, naked, fingering the lips of her hungry pussy. She really didn’t care for Darren Rethro, but he was the only guy in the apartment house who was always available for sex in the afternoons. And, since Carrie was a stripper who worked nights — under the name of Virgin Waters — she usually got the hot-to-trots in the afternoons.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.