Amy Is Blacmailed

Amy is blackmailed (part 1)

Character's ages

Amy 37

Kaliyah 19

Priyanka 24

Patrick 21

Terrance Carter 59

This is a work of fiction, all characters are 18 years of age or older. Use of the N-word or any racially charged elements does not reflect the author's personal beliefs. This was meant as a 'fish out of water' story and to play off the interracial plot-line.

I'd like to thank two Literotica editors for their helpful suggestions and edits. Tart R and Roftlheory Q

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Amy's phone rang "Hello?" she answered.

"Can I please speak with Amy Patterson?" a friendly voice asked.

"Speaking." Amy replied.

"Hello, this is Kaliyah Williams, I'm Mr. Carter's secretary, he's your son's principal."

"Is Kevin all right?" Amy asked. Kevin, her youngest child, had recently started 9th grade.

"He's fine, but there was an incident this morning and Mr. Carter needs to see you as soon as possible. Can you be here at eleven o'clock?"

Amy looked at her phone, it was nine thirty. "I'll be there, are you sure you can't tell me what this is about?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carter said he needed to speak with you in person, that's all I can say."

"Ok, I'll see you shortly," Amy said.

"Good bye." Kaliyah said.

Amy had just finished a workout, she was wearing a tight bodysuit and needed to shower and dress for the meeting. Amy worked out daily and was in great shape. Most people would say she didn't look old enough to have two teenage children. She had long toned legs, curvy hips, slim waist and a flat stomach. Amy's best features were her breasts, full, round and symmetrical, hanging a bit from their weight. Her nipples were gumdrop sized and always erect. Amy had a small patch of blond hair above her smoothly waxed pussy. Blue eyes, slim nose and luscious lips, framed by blond hair flowing past her shoulders. After a quick shower, she put on a lightweight bra and matching thong. She selected a white tank top and black skirt which ended a few inches above her knees, sheer silk stockings, 3-inch heels, a large diamond ring, and expensive earrings. She fixed her hair and makeup, a splash of perfume and she was ready to go. Amy admired herself in the mirror, the bra was thin enough to show a hint of her nipples.

Amy parked her Benz in the visitor's lot and walked into the lobby and to the reception desk. The nameplate on the desk said Priyanka Madhana, she was an attractive young Indian woman wearing a short-sleeve button up shirt, the top two buttons undone. She had was slim, medium size breasts, light brown skin, alluring brown eyes, full lips, and long black hair. She appeared taken aback by the way Amy was dressed but she gave an approving smile.

"I'm here to see Mr. Carter, I'm Amy Patterson." She said.

"I see that appointment Mrs. Patterson, here's your visitor's pass, his office is on the second floor, take the stairs at the end of the main hall and follow the signs." Priyanka said and she gave Amy a seductive smile.

"Ok, thanks," Amy said.

Amy walked down the corridor, a young teacher caught her attention with a wave, it was her daughter's English teacher. Amy had met him at orientation but she couldn't remember his name. Amy knew he was smitten because during their brief meeting he had hardly taken his eyes off her. He walked over to greet her.

"Mrs. Patterson, remember me? I'm Patrick, Cindy's in my class," He extended his hand, she gave it a friendly squeeze as he continued, "What brings you in today?" Patrick was a good looking young man, blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He was fresh out of college. 'He's so young' she thinks. He would be mistaken for a student if he wasn't dressed in a button down shirt and jacket with patches on the elbows.

"I got a call this morning to see Mr. Carter, but I'm not sure what it's about." She replied.

"I hope it's nothing serious." He said.

"Me too."

"It was so nice to see you again, love that outfit, you look beautiful."

"Thank you," Amy was taken aback, that was not what she'd expected to hear from her daughter's young teacher. Amy was moved by his infatuation and without thinking reached out and hugged him. He couldn't believe it, he felt her body pressed agains his, her head next to his, he could smell her perfume. He returned the hug, he put his arms around her slim waist and pulled her body against his. He wanted to hold on to her, but they were in the middle of the hallway so he quickly let go. "It was really nice to see you, Patrick." She said suggestively and walked towards the stairs, after a few steps she looked back, and caught him staring. She gave him a smile and waved, he waved back before looking away shyly.

Amy caught an upperclassman checking her out, he was walking down the stairs and had a great view of her boobs. Her tank top had a square neck cutout that showed ample cleavage, the bra didn't provide much support so her breasts wobbled as she walked towards him. Amy looked him in the eye as they got closer, he smiled and didn't look away. Amy took it as a compliment, she was dressed for attention and she was getting it. Her husband wouldn't have approved, but she thought it was harmless flirting.

Mr. Carter's office was tucked away on the far side of the building. Kaliyah was behind a desk in the outer office. She had dark black skin and was wearing a revealing dress that showed off her body, slim waist, round tits, high on her chest. Amy saw Kaliyah's nipples through her top, she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were not wanting for support. 'Oh, to be nineteen again', Amy thought. Kaliyah stood and greeted Amy with a handshake. Kaliyah's bare legs were smooth shaved, her dress was short, her long wavy hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.

"I'm Amy Patterson, we spoke on the phone earlier."

"Hello Mrs. Patterson," Kaliyah said. She had an easy smile with perfect white teeth.

"Did you hear anything about why Mr. Carter wants to see me?"

"No ma'am," Kaliyah replied. "I'll tell Mr. Carter you're here." Amy didn't like being called ma'am, it reminded her she was old enough to be this girl's mother. Kaliyah picked up the phone, "Mrs. Patterson is here to see you." She looked up and smiled, "Go right in."

Amy entered the office which contained a large wooden desk, two chairs and a large leather sofa off to the side. The room was well lit, one wall of windows. Mr. Carter leered at her tits. 'I should have worn something less revealing,' she thought. Amy usually liked male attention, but was ill at ease with his blatant stare. Mr. Carter was a big man but not fat, short hair, goatee with a hint of grey, wide nose, full lips, strong jaw. Amy thought he could have been a linebacker or a boxer in his younger days. Amy guessed he was close to sixty years old. He was seated behind his desk, and he stood when she entered, he was probably six foot three. He extended his hand, it was big and muscular, and enveloped her hand as they shook. "Amy, take a seat, I called you in because your son was in a fight this morning." He took the seat next to her.

"Oh my god! Is Kevin OK?" Amy gasped "Why wasn't I notified sooner?" As she sat, her skirt rode up revealing her silk covered thighs.

"Kevin is fine, Jamal, got the worst of it." He said, he gazed at her beautiful legs, Amy's skirt revealed more than it concealed.

Nobody spoke for a minute and then he asked. "Did you know there are only ten black boys in this school?"

"No, really? I thought it was more, I mean that sounds low." Amy said. "I mean, what?" Amy wasn't sure why he was talking about the number of black boys in the school.

"Does your son have anything against blacks?" he asked.

"What? No, that's crazy... no, he's not like that." she said, flustered.

"You're saying randomly, Kevin happened to beat up one of only ten black boys in the school, does that sound right to you?" Mr. Carter asked.

"I don't know, I haven't talked to Kevin. Boys fight now and then but it doesn't mean anything..." Amy said, feeling this was an ambush, if her husband were here this would be going differently.

"Boys will be boys, that's your answer?" Mr. Carter asked in a loud voice, "You're saying a white student never beat up a black student because of his skin color?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Are you a racist?" he asked.

"No!" Amy said a little too defensively. She had a general impression that black people were loud, lazy and shifty and her husband was even less tolerant of black people. But she would never say that to anyone, much less this black man.

"Is that all you have to say?" he asked sternly.

"No, I mean, was the other boy hurt? What did Kevin say? Who started the fight?" She asked in quick succession.

"The other boy? It took you long enough to ask about him," Mr. Carter said, "He'll live, he's got a swollen eye and bloody nose. According to Kevin, Jamal came up to him and said 'I'd love to get with Cindy', Cindy is your daughter, isn't she?" he asked. Amy nodded. "They argued a bit, Kevin didn't want to fight, he was walking away and Jamal punched him."

"Well," Amy said. "It sounds like the other boy started it. I don't see..."

"I'm sure you don't see!" Mr. Carter said, raising his voice, "Jamal told me a different story. A more serious story. He was minding his own business and Kevin came up to him and said 'my sister ain't dating a nigger!' then Kevin started punching him."

Amy blushed when he said 'nigger', she didn't like the n-word. "I mean, that's... I mean, that doesn't sound like Kevin, are there any witnesses?"

"No, the fight was only reported after Jamal went to the nurse's office. Kevin denied the racial slur naturally."

"Without any witness, how can you believe the word of this boy, Jamal?" Amy asked.

"Do you think all blacks are liars?" he asked. "Do you have a problem with 'niggers'? Is that where Kevin gets his colorful vocabulary?"

"What? No!" she said. "We should call my husband, he'll tell you Kevin doesn't have a problem with black people."

"Enough!" he said. "This school has a strict racial code of conduct, zero tolerance! It's in my power to expel any student for racially motivated fighting, and report it as a hate crime."

"What?!..." her eyes started to tear up.

Mr. Carter stood, he was a large man, inches taller than her husband. Amy thought he was going to strike her, but instead he reached out, took her chin in his strong hand, and lifted her head to look up at him.

"You don't have a problem with niggers do you?" He asked, holding her chin. Amy shook her head, a tear rolled down her cheek, he rubbed it away.

"We don't have to get the authorities involved. If you do something for me, we could forget this ever happened." his hand moved to caress her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"A nice blowjob would go a long way, what do you say? I bet you're a great cocksucker." His hand moved to her breast.

"What?" Amy whispered, she was in shock.

"We can forget the fight, the racial slur. We don't have to make a big deal out of this." He said, "If you do something for me, I can do something for you and your family. Show me you don't have anything against blacks and we can forget this ever happened." he caressed her boob. "Have you ever sucked a black cock Amy?"

"What?...no!" Amy was crying. He slid his hand inside the cup of her bra and pinched her nipple. "Owwww, you're hurting me!"

He grabbed the tank top and bra strap and pulled down, exposed her right breast, he almost ripped her shirt.

"Mr. Carter!" Amy said. "This is wrong, I'm a married woman." He toyed with her erect nipple. "Mr. Carter... stop!" Amy pushed his hand away and pulled up her bra.

"What's it going to be Amy, yes or no?"

"No," Amy whispers.

He put his hand over her breast and squeezed it.

"No!" Amy said, but she didn't push his hand away.

"I'll report this as a hate crime." he said as he groped her breast.

"Please, don't..." Amy said.

"One little blowjob and this all goes away..."

"No," she said firmly.

"In that case," he turned to his desk, and picked up the phone "Kaliyah, can you bring in the expulsion papers?" He hung up the phone and started groping her again.

The door opened, Kaliyah entered holding a folder, she took in the scene, Mr. Carter was squeezing Amy's breast, her makeup was streaked with tears. Kaliyah acted like she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. "I have the papers, Mr. Carter," she said, with a smile on her face.

"Is that what you want?" he asked and he pinched her nipple for emphasis.

"I'll do it," Amy said softly.

"I can't hear you," he pinched her nipple harder.

"Oww... I'll do it, Mr. Carter," Amy looked at Kaliyah, pleading for help, Kaliyah looked away.

Mr. Carter looked at Kaliyah and said, "I don't need that, you can leave, and hold my calls!" the young woman turned on her heels and shut the door.

"If I do that..." Amy said, "If I suck your thing, you won't say anything about the fight?"

"What fight?" he asked.

"I'll do it..." She said quietly.

"First, tell me you don't have a problem with black people."

"I don't have a problem with black people." She said.

"Now, tell me you want to suck my big black cock."

Amy didn't like that kind of language, but she wasn't in any position to protest. She wanted to get this humiliation over with. "Please Mr. Carter, can I suck your big black cock." She said seductively, playacting to make it sound like she wanted to do it.

Mr. Carter grabbed her top and pulled it off and tossed it aside. He grabbed Amy under her arms and pulled her to her feet. He grabbed the cups of her bra in his strong hands, the material ripped, he pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it aside in tatters.

"Ohhh," Amy gasped "No, stop! ohh... mmmm... mmm.." Amy said as he kissed her on the mouth. This couldn't be happening, but the kiss was real, he tried to slide his tongue into her mouth. Amy didn't want to kiss this man, that was too intimate, she wouldn't kiss this horrible black man. Amy kept her mouth shut and turned her face away. He slid his tongue down her face, wetly down to her neck. Surprisingly she felt tingles in her pussy. She melted as he licked her neck, she was getting wet. She couldn't believe this black man was turning her on. He gave her neck butterfly kisses. His beard tickled, his hands fondled her naked breasts, he tweaked her perky pink nipples.

"Oooohh." Amy whispered "ohh...Ohh, mmm..mmm, uhh, oh... ohh uuhh.. yesss..." she was getting very aroused. He slid his hand down her tummy, her skirt was tight, he tried working his fingers towards her pussy. Amy worried he would rip her skirt, she pushed his hand away, found the zipper on the side and slid it down. Amy let the skirt fall to the ground revealing her sexy thong. Mr. Carter looked at her womanly hips. He reached down to caress her ass with his rude hands. He guided Amy in front of the couch and pushed her down to the carpeted floor. Amy removed her shoes. Mr. Carter unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His belly was big but not flabby, he had a muscular chest covered in black hair. He moved closer, his crotch at the level of her face. "Undo my belt," Amy unfasted his belt then his pants and slid the zipper down, he was wearing boxer briefs. Amy saw his cock was large. He stepped out of his shoes and removed his pants, he stood in front of her in his underwear. Amy slid his underwear down revealing his flaccid black cock, he stepped out of his underwear. Amy noticed his large balls hanging low in a hairy sack. He was uncircumcised, his cockhead hidden under his foreskin. Amy had never seen an uncircumcised cock before.

"It's so big Mr. Carter." She said.

"Get to work," he growled. Amy reached towards his cock, "No hands bitch." She dropped her hand and moved her mouth towards his cock, Amy had to bend to get under it, she took the tip into her mouth without using her hand. Amy slid her tongue across the tip, she could feel his foreskin, his cockhead began to emerge. Amy slid her tongue across it, feeling every detail, probing his peehole with her tongue. Amy didn't like giving blowjobs, she thought it was degrading. The only part she enjoyed was when the cock was soft and she could engulf it before it got hard. Feeling a soft cock in her mouth, was sensual. She didn't like when a hard cock was forced in her mouth, that was intimidating and rapey. Amy sucked his soft penis, she sucked it entirely into her mouth, she used her tongue on his hairy ballsack, her nose pressed into his thick pubic hair.

Amy felt his cock getting hard in her mouth. His cock began to uncoiled and slide out; her mouth couldn't contain it. Amy reached up to stroke the exposed shaft, feeling the warmth. Her delicate hand stood out against his virile cock. Her diamond ring, the ring her husband had given her, stood in stark contrast to his crude black cock. She took his cock out her mouth to examine it closely. Amy stroked it, she felt the skin slide back and forth over its inner structure, it was hard yet yielding under her grip. The foreskin was almost completely retracted now. Amy squeezed the engorged shaft, it throbbed, her hand barely fit around it. Clear fluid leaked out of his peehole it was his precum. Amy slid her tongue out, and licked the sweet, slippery fluid.

Amy looked up at Mr. Carter, nervous yet excited. She bent the shaft down to her mouth, she played her tongue around the tip, around his foreskin sheath, she teased his peehole with the tip of her tongue. Amy used her tongue on the underside of his cock and licked his balls, taking one than the other into her mouth. Finally she she pushed her head forward and slid his cock into her mouth. His cockhead touched the back of her throat, she gagged and backed off, quickly she slid it back in, gagged, backed off, in again. She gagged loudly, her body reacting to the invading cock, her eyes watered. Amy was only able to get half his cock into her mouth, she kept gagging, saliva dripped out of her mouth.

Amy didn't like gagging but at least she was in control, until she felt strong hands grab the back of her head preventing her from pulling off. Amy felt panic, she hated this rapey feeling but she could not escape his grip. He pushed his cock deeper, past resistance, her throat stretched to accommodate it. He held her, using both hands as she struggled to pull away. He took control, he set the pace, he determined how deep his cock would penetrate her throat. He slid his cock in, held it a few seconds before letting it slide out, enjoying the feeling of her gagging on his cock.

He enjoyed the feeling of control, of degrading this rich white bitch. He toyed with her for quite a while. After a while, he was able to force his entire cock down her throat, her nose smashed into his pubic hair, breathing through her nose she inhaled his musk. Amy was intoxicated by the masculine scent. For several minutes he face fucked her. Amy's hair was in total disarray, makeup ruined, eyes watering, her chest was covered with her drool. Amy hoped he would shoot his load soon. She was hopeful when his pace picked up, but abruptly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She coughed and struggled to catch her breath. He reached down and pulled her to her feet like a rag doll, his cock pressed into her belly and it reached the bottom of her hanging tits. He fondled her ass. Amy was glad to get circulation back to her legs, but dismayed he hadn't cum yet.

Mr. Carter leaned down to kiss her, Amy didn't understand why but this time she returned his kiss. She was so turned on by being manhandled. This was the only time a man had treated her roughly, and she loved it. He held her tight against his strong body, he spread her ass cheeks, 'oh, my god,' she thinks. He kissed her, his tongue, warm and wet, slithered into her mouth. Amy returned the kiss just as passionately. This time she opened her mouth, accepted his tongue. He exhaled passionately into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue.