Pimped Out

Part 1 Blackmail

Helen and her son Timmy stood in Timmy's school hall along with other students and their parents. Timmy disliked the large crowd and the noise. Helen did her best to comfort him by massaging his shoulders. "It will be alright, sweetie," she whispered to him, her large breasts in her pink sweater pushing into the back of Timmy's head. In the distance, Timmy saw a few of the rough kids making obscene gestures and pointing to Helen's large chest.

Helen was a very attractive woman with a small nose, pale, flawless skin, large breasts, and a big, well-shaped ass. Helen would keep fit through regular exercise and dieting. She wore her brunette hair curled down to her shoulders. Timmy hated how people would stare at her assets in public. Helen tried to dress modestly, but it was to no avail as the size of her boobs could not easily be hidden.
"Honey, I need to use that bathroom. Can you wait for her?" she said. Timmy nodded as Helen left him.

Helen had to go to the second-floor girls toilets as the others were all broken. "God, this place sucks," she thought. The school was a mess known for drugs and fighting. She would often worry for her son. She wanted to protect him.

As Helen entered the bathroom, she hadn't noticed a group of girls following her. She was surprised, but she smiled and said, "Hey." There were four of them: a short Indian with long black hair; a taller, tanned Middle Eastern girl with dyed blonde hair; another one was white and curvy with brunette hair; and the fourth was Hispanic.

A middle-eastern girl stepped forward and smiled. "I'm Noura; you must be Timmy's mom," she said in a sweet yet mocking tone. "Yes, I'm Helen. Are you his friends?" Helen asked. "Yeah, you could say that," Noura giggled.

Noura was one of the most popular girls in Timmy's school. She was slender and tanned; her lips were often painted a deep red, despite make-up being against school regulations. Noua knew that Timmy had a crush on her, and she had seen his mother and had become interested in her. Noura had made a plan to take Timmy's mom and humiliate Timmy. Noura had lied, convinced Timmy that she was into him, and manipulated him into sending her dick picks.

Helen was confused about what the girl meant, but she went along with it anyway. "Well, I'm glad he has friends," Helen said. "I've got something to show you," Noura said, holding out her phone. Helen looked at it; it was a grainy photo of what looked like a semi-erect penis around 5 inches. Noura scrolled through the photos. "Why are you showing this?" Helen asked with matronly concern. "Look who they are from," Noura said with a smirk. Noura then showed that they came from Timmy's Facebook Messenger. Helen's jaw dropped; she was too stunned to speak.
"Now if you don't want me to leak them, you better do as I say," Helen thought to herself. This is why Timmy was so nervous about today. "Wha, what do you mean?" Helen asked, quivering. Noura gropped and massaged Helen's breasts, feeling how big and soft they were. "You can start with showing us these.," she ordered.

Helen, for the sake of Timmy, obliged, pulling her sweater over her head. The Indian girl took it. Helen stood there with just her breasts pushed up by her black lacy bra. The bra strained against her breasts to point; it left a mark where the underwire met her skin. Noura took some pictures. "Hey, stop that," she said. "Shut it. You don't want to be spotted like this, so be a good little hoe and keep stripping." Helen hesitated, but Noura showed the phone and held her finger over her share. Helen unclasped her bra, letting her mammouth melons free. The girls marvelled at their size and fullness, like two giant white marshmellows.
Helen's entire body looked ripe for breeding. "Damn, I might be a lezzo," the Hispanic girl joked. Meanwhile, the white girl groped and played with Helen's big eraser nipples, getting them hard.

"Dance, shake em," Noura ordered. Helen did as she was told, and the others recorded her and laughed. "Okay, that's enough. Put your top back on, bitch," Noura ordered, handing Helen back her sweater. "What about my bra?" Helen whimpered. "Oh, that I'm keeping, but you can have this," Noura said, handing Helen an old burner phone. "Keep it topped, I'll text you when I need to, fail, and everything goes public, understand," Paris instructed. Helen nodded her head. "good"

Helen put her sweater back on and quickly rushed out. She thought about telling one of the staff or even the police. During the meeting with Timmy's science teacher, a very obese man named Mr. Peterson, she felt his eyes on her chest. Without her bra, her nipples and areola poked out.

The day was soon over. Helen needed a drink and poured herself a bottle of wine. Before she could drink, she got a text. "Meet at Banner Estate now" came from the Burner. It was almost 11; she couldn't just leave Timmy on his own, but then she remembered the blackmail.
Helen sighed. She put on a knee-length skirt, black leggings, a white blouse, a purple jumper, and white tennis shoes. Helen tried to dress as conservatively as she could, even taking a spare bra in her handbag.

Helen left her house and drove to the estate. Paris was there wearing high heels, a mini skirt, and an expensive fur coat. She was accompanied by two large, burly men who were far older than her. "Hey girl, you made it, and you look so cute," Noura mocked. One of the big men took Helen's keys and handbag. sh*t she thought
Helen's mind raced, and her heart pumped with fear and adrelinine as she was led into the dingy, piss-smelling apartment complex.

They went all the way to the top floor of a small, dingy apartment. Noura turned on the light and locked the door. Noura gave Helen some clothes. "Get changed," she ordered. "Here," Helen asked. Noura slapped her, "Don't act dumb, hoe." Helen gulped and stripped down to her bra and pants. Her big bra-clad tits and big white ass were on display. She then put on the clothes given to her. They were white tights and a short pleated skirt that barely covered her, showing her pants. A white button-up was too small for that; it squeezed her breasts up like a corset, and it also came to just about her midriff. The outfit also came with a green tie; it was the same tie as worn by the pupils of Timmy's school.

Helen looked at herself in a nearby mirror. She looked like a pervert's wet dream. The school uniform highlighted all of her curves, from her large, swelling breasts, which seemed to want to come free from the shirt, to her thick, childbearing hips, thighs, and asses, none of which were covered by the skirt.

"Oh, you look so dignified." Noura mocked as she took more and more photos of Helen, occasionally getting her to pose in various lewd ways. "You took plenty back to the bathroom; you've got enough to blackmail me with." Helen reasoned, hoping that she could end her humiliation. "No, these are for my business," Noura replied. "But my face is in them," Helen pleaded. Noura groaned, "Ugh, you really are stupid. I'm going to blur your face, so don't worry." Suddenly, her phone rang. "Oh, he's here," Noura giggled.

The burly man opened the apartment door to reveal none other than Mr. Peterson. Helen's heart skipped a beat. She placed an arm over her exposed cleavage. Too stunned to speak, she stood there in silence. "Don't worry, Timmy won't find out, but if you please me well, then his grades may go up." Peterson chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Helen asked

"He means you're going to suck and fuck him," Noura explained.
"No, I can't," Helen pleaded, looking at the short, bald, obese man before her. "He paid good money for you. I can always give him his money back." Noura stated, "Please, yes, do that." Helen interrupted.

"Bitch, don't interrupt; I'll do that and then leak the pictures to everyone, and your life will be ruined," Noura threatened. Helen thought to herself that Peterson would not last long in bed due to his weight. "Okay, then, but please, no photos or videos." Helen stated that she placed her hands on her hips in an attempt to gain some power. "Of course I don't need my face to be in anything." Peterson stated

"Okay, happy now, bitch," Noura said. Peterson was about to take Helen to the couch, but Noura stopped them. "Wait, I need to give her this," she said before pulling a syringe out of her handbag. Helen's big brown eyes widened in fear as she froze in fear as she saw the large needle jammed into the side of her neck. Soon, a wave of warm pleasure rushed over, cascading her to quiver. Helen's entire body felt amazing; the drug felt orgasmic. Helen had to lie down; it was all too much. "Ah,  ah," she moaned as she rubbed her fingers over her white pants.

"Damn, what did you give her?" Peterson chuckled. "a new drug my dad has been working on. It's a super powerful aphrodiasic; it also doubles as a fertility drug. It's so powerful and addictive that we can't release it to the public," Noura stated.

Helen was escorted to a small, dirty mattress. Mr. Peterson, out of nowhere, grabbed Helen by the back of her head and started passionately kissing her while groping her huge breasts. "I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you," Peter stated between breaths. Damn, I have fucked you right in front of Timmy." Peterson said in between breaths.

Helen murmured in discomfort; she hated how Peterson's fat, sweaty body felt against hers and the vile things he said. However, her body needed to be touched and caressed, thanks to the drug. Her mind was saying no, but her body was saying yes.
Peterson tore open her shirt, and then, with a surprising amount of strength, broke Helen's bra in two, freeing her large breasts, which bounced like jelly.
"Man, these feel great," Peterson said as he licked and sucked on Helen's boobs. Helen moaned from her nipples being played with.

Peterson undid his belt buckle and let his cargo shorts fall down before stepping out of them and kicking them away with sock- and sandle-clad feet. He then pulled down his underwear. Helen could only see the head of his penis, as the rest was covered in his large gut. The head was large and red with cumin already dripping off it.

Peterson lifted up his stomach, and the rest of his cock was revealed. It was both long and thick. He pushed Helen down onto her knees and pushed her head towards his cock. Helen gagged at the stench of it. The smell was almost bad enough to snap her out of the hypnotic state she was in, but not quite enough. "Don't just stare at it; suck it," Peterson ordered.

Helen was spurred on by both the drug and a much darker desire to open her mouth and to the cock in her mouth. Helen struggled to accommodate its size as it was pushed without mercy down her throat. The drug had made her body so sensitive that the feeling of the cock rubbing against the inside of her mouth and throat was like being fucked in her pussycat. Helen moaned as she was being face-fucked. Helen struggled to breathe and tried to do so out of her nose. Peterson pulled out to give her some air, and she coughed and spluttered up bits of cum and phlegm. right before face-fucking her again.

Helen's face was red as she struggled with the monster fucking her throat, and her eyes watered as she continued sucking. Helen felt as though she would black out if Peterson did not cum fast enough. Without thinking, she massaged his big, wrinkly balls with her long, delicate fingers. Helen had become so horny thanks to the drug that it became so maddening that her pussycat felt like it was on fire. She needed cock down there, no matter what.

Peterson grunted and held Helen's head onto his cock; her small nose was pushed up against his pubes. Helen felt the cock throb in her throat as it pumped out cum.
Hot cum leaked out of the sides of Helen's mouth; there was so much of it that some even came out of her nose.

Peterson removed his cock from Helen's mouth, and a torrent of cum oozed out of the milf's mouth with it. Helen looked like she had been eating glue. Helen coughed and spluttered, glad that she could get some air in.

"You're going to have to get hard again,Peterson ordered in his nasally snarky voice before he bent over and spread his fat, malformed cottage cheese ass cheeks.
Helen murmured, "What?" in confusion as she wiped the cum from her lips. "Lick my ass, my dicks are sore from face-fucking you. Lick it so it gets hard, you dumb cow, so I can fuck you. You want to orgasm, right?" In Helen's mind, she viewed the idea of licking someone's ass as disgusting, but her body needed to be fucked, so she needed to get him hard.

Helen moved her head closer to Peterson's hairy asshole. From what she could see, it was fairly clean, but it smelled like a sewer. Helen gagged at the smell. Helen stared at the hole like it was an abyss.
Without warning, Peterson thrust it back, pushing Helen down onto the ground. He squatted on her face, pinning her face down.
Helen's entire world went black, and all the air in her was knocked out. "Eat it or I'll smother you; you'll never see your little shit son." He threatened.

Helen gave in and started to lick Peterson's anus. It tasted disgusting, but she did it anyway. She gagged, but she continued to lick and suck. Peterson groaned in satisfaction. Noura, meanwhile, laughed at Helen's complete and utter degradation.

Peterson became hard again and sat up. Helen let in a huge breath. She could still taste Peterson's shit-flavoured ass. Peterson's cock was now fully erect. Being out of shape, he had to lie down on the mattress. "Ride me, bimbo," he ordered. Helen gingerly got up. "No crawl," he ordered. Helen obeyed and got onto her hands and knees. She crawled over to him, and her huge breasts wobbled under her like cow udders. Helen then squatted over the bulbous red head of Peterson's cock. Helen was horny beyond measure, and she needed to be fucked, but she felt as if it would do some damage due to its size.

Helen's carnal desires won over her concerns for her physical safety. She squatted down, impaling herself on the monster cock. The feeling of the head penetrating her was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Helen started to move up and down half way on the cock, unable to fully go down. Helen's hips and ass gyrated as she rode Peterson. Peterson grabbed Helen by the shoulders and pushed her down, forcing her to take all of his cock. Helen let out a shrill, and her body felt as if she were on fire. Pleasure shot through her, compelling her to keep riding despite the pain.
Peterson slapped Helen's breasts in a quick flurry, causing her to yell and leaving a red hand mark on each. He then sucked on them hard, latching onto one of her nipples with his teeth. He bit down hard enough that Helen whined; however, even this felt good due to the drug.

Helen sped up her riding; she was like a puppet, going up and down without any thought. In that moment, all Helen could think about was the cock stretching out her vagina. It was so deep that a small bulge appeared in her stomach.
Noura was watching and playing with herself.

Helen's arms went limp, and her eyes began rolling back. She was at the peak of two highs, one from the drug and the other from the dick. Helen, in the moment, forgot where she was and her situation; the stress and fear all went away as she orgasmed intensly. Helen blacked out from her mind being overloaded.

Peterson, too, orgasmed and began cumming inside. Helen's hot, oozy cum dripped from out of her red raw pussy. With a squelch and a pop, Peterson pushed Helen off himself. Peterson's dick acted as a plug, keeping all the excess cum inside Helen. The cum came out of her like a waterfall, which oozed down the sides of her legs.
"Damn, that was great. I might have to up Timmy's grades." Peterson joked as he stood up, his cock still a bit hard. "Hey Noura, I'll pay you extra if you jerk me off onto this cow's face," he suggested. Noura smiled and walked over to him. She grabbed his cock with one dainty hand and began to jerk him off, using his cum as lube.

Noura aimed Peterson's cock at Helen's face as if it were a gun. It might as well have been, as Helen's life was pretty much ruined when hot cum was shot into her unconscious face. It coated her entire face, especially her eyes, which were glued shut with it. Her big pink lips were caked in the stuff. Noura took a picture of her and smiled. She was going to ruin this bitch and her son's lives.

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Pub: 06 Jan 2024 16:06 UTC
Edit: 10 Jan 2024 21:35 UTC
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