Lydia groaned inwardly as she massaged her neck. She hated him. She had been asked to stay late tonight to discuss her latest story, which was due out in a week. She didn’t know what he had to say to her, certainly not much. She knew he just wanted to torture and torment her. He was her editor, Ben. She had only been working under him for about 6 months but they had a small bit of history together.
Many years ago when they had both been interning at a well-known newspaper they had had a hot, one night stand. He had been amazing. His hands, his mouth, his cock had all been in the right place and well used. She had fucked him all night. They had started slow and zoomed into oral sex, anal sex and anything else he had wanted. She had loved it. She creamed just thinking about it now.
But he had married shortly after, and she had never heard from him again. She didn’t know what he could possibly say to her tonight, but her deadline was set and she was leaving in a week on her first vacation in years. She sighed again.
He hated her. He was always watching her prance around the office in her little tramp costume - high heels, mini skirt and wispy thin silk blouses that were more see-through than anything else. He had been surprised to discover her as one of his writers when he had accepted the job as editor. At first it hadn’t bothered him. They had had one fucking awesome night many years ago before he had married. She had blown him, and fucked him and done everything a good girl was supposed to do, but he had never seen her after that.
He was married and happily so, but his wife was very reserved. He knew from experience that Lydia was anything but reserved and he wanted her again. He watched her walk past the door. Those legs and that ass…he swore…great. Now his cock throbbed as he watched her walk. Just what he needed.
What he needed was his cock swallowed and a tight little pussy to take it all. He smiled as he devised a plan.
Lydia knocked on the door as some of the last employees were leaving for the night.
“Come in,” Ben ushered her in and closed the door behind her. He locked the door and guided her to a chair facing his. His hand lingered on her lower back almost touching her ass but not quite.
She looked at him but he had already turned away.
“Have a seat.” She followed his instructions as he also sat down. He shifted in his seat as his cock was throbbing painfully.
“I know this is short notice, but I have to move your story up. We can’t run it for at least another two weeks.”
“What?” Lydia jolted. “You can’t do that, Ben! The deadline is set. You know I’m leaving for my vacation in a week. There’s no way.” She fumed at him. Her cheeks flushed red.
Ben smiled. She was so angry at him. He loved it.
“Well, I might be able to pull some strings and have the story run on time, but it might cost you.”
Lydia settled down. “Anything. Just fix it, please.”
He smiled as he came around the desk and moved behind her.
“I’m sure I can fix it.” His hands moved onto her shoulders. He touched them lightly and she shivered. His mouth moved close to her neck.
“Thank you, Ben. I would appreciate it.” Lydia said hesitatingly.
Ben mouth moved over her neck and touched it. “I want more than your appreciation.”
Ben watched as confusion crossed over her face. Her small rosebud mouth formed a perfect O. He ached to have that mouth on his cock.
“What do you want?” She asked as his hands and mouth touched her shoulders.
“You know.” His hands moved lower and dipped into his sheer blouse that had for so many months tormented him.
“No, Ben.”
“I want your tight little pussy around my cock.” He breathed into her ear.
Lydia shivered. His words and actions caused her to wet her panties. She didn’t care that he was blackmailing her - she wanted his cock too. His hard, thick cock inside her…banging her. She needed it.
