Brian slowly tensed his body, adjusting to Vanessa's slender hands over him. He stifled back a slight moan as she slowly slid her index finger into his puckering hole, gliding it in with a sensual, yet electrifying touch...
It all started about three weeks ago when Brian, the accountant at his companies' firm had been caught during office hours, flicking through endless amounts of femdom porn at work. He'd briefly minimised his browser before rushing off to the bathroom, not realizing that his boss had noticed his slack work attitude in the recent weeks. Vanessa had initially pinned it on the breakdown of Brian's most recent relationship, with a twenty-ish year old girl that had the looks of a dumb blonde, and unfortunately for Brian, the same kind of intelligence that came with the look. While Brian never really talked about his types and preferences in the office, it was pretty well known by most that he was almost a sucker for blondes, and so when Vanessa had been transferred from the firm's east coast offices, she'd always catch him occasionally taking a long, lusting glance at both her hair, and the supple and firm breasts they fell between.
However, in spite of his addiction to blondes, as always, Brian's work seemed to dip when his relationships would break down after a month or two, and then pickup after a week or so. This time however, there were two abnormalities, one, his relationship with the blonde girl this time got to around 5 months before ending, and the second being he was still producing a horrible work performance after a month. Vanessa wasn't usually the type to stalk her own employee's, but Brian was showing no signs of improvement, and so as he rushed out for a bathroom break she couldn't help but take a quick look at his computer.
She flicked open his web browser. Forty tabs of femdom related porn were lined up perfectly across, with the current browser featuring a woman's dildo tipped heel being implanted comically into her sub's anus. Vanessa unpaused the video, and focused intently on the woman's figure, also being a blonde, with a similar curved body figure to her own, dressed in business attire, thrusting her heels mercilessly into the sub, whose face was an ecstatic mix between pain and pleasure. As the thrusting continued, the mistress began to whip the slave, while continuing to pound into him with her heels, and getting Vanessa all the more turned on and feeling flustered. As the sub almost looked like he was about to cum, Vanessa heard the flush from the toilet. She paused the video, minimized browser again and walked right back into her office, her flustered appearance puzzling most of the employee's she walked past.
Brain got back to his cubicle, and laid back in his chair, opening up his laptop again. As he was about to press play on the video, he realized the video had been paused at a different point to where he left it. He poked his head above his laptop screen and surveyed the room for any giveaway looks or smirking. Nothing. Considering he knew the timestamp when he left for the bathroom wasn't the same as this one, there was no way it could've been incidental, or have continued to play without someone else's interruption, he was sure of it, and yet, there was no way he could ask anyone if they'd seen someone else access his laptop without them probing further, no way he could ask the IT department without his laptop being thoroughly monitored and scanned, and asking his boss, Vanessa was out of the question. Not only was he attracted to her, but being around her tended to make him lose control of his own words. After all, she held the qualities and traits of his on-paper ideal woman. "Well definitely the physical traits," he thought to himself. He snapped out of it, quickly exited his browser, and cleaned any traces associated with porn on his laptop. While he couldn't tell who it'd been, it certainly did leave him with an uneasy and yet humiliating thrill.
Vanessa eased herself into position across her lounge, phone in hand, and ready to make Brian's life an exquisite hell. She spent the next 5 minutes setting up a fake email account, and started typing an email to Brian about his daily office adventures. Within about 10 minutes she'd convinced him into checking himself into a booked hotel room across town; with a promise not to reveal any of the information to his boss (She'd almost chuckled in adding that part), provided he showed up. The best part of it was that Brian would be thinking it was blackmail extortion rather than his own boss "fucking him". A mischievous smile swept across Vanessa's face, as she gathered her toys and tools, setting up her trap for Brian.
Brian was worried. Not only had his worst fears of his porn consumption in the office been discovered, but on top of this, he still had no idea who it was that knew, and he wasn't even sure that they'd hold up their end of the bargain. Well... it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. He begrudgingly got into his car and drove to the hotel's address. The nightlife of this town was nothing notable, but every once in a while, you could find something or somewhere to spark your interest. "It's too bad it can't be one of those nights," Brian thought to himself. He pulled up alongside the curb and parked. Getting out of his car, and looking for any others around him. A light blue mini cooper that looked vaguely familiar sat on the other side of the road, and he tried to remember exactly whose car it was... *Brrrrt* His phone went vibrated. Another email, demanding to know where he was. He checked the time, realizing he was late. "Oh fuck," he muttered to himself, before hurrying into the hotel.
Getting the room key had been pretty easy, but weirdly enough; the hotel staff member giggled handing it to him. It didn't matter; he had to prevent his story from getting out. Sure, one person knowing wasn't too bad, but if his boss ever found out that he was using the company's time and resources on getting himself off every so often at work, not only would he lose his current job, but if any future employers were tipped off, he could kiss any kind of future employment in his field goodbye. Opening the door, he was greeted with a note on the bed that read, "Put the blindfold on if you know what's good for you". Brian was conflicted. On one hand, this could end up being some kind of kidnapping situation, and there was no way he was ready to die at his age. But, on the other, it would make some sort of sense for a blackmailer to not want him to know their identity... Aha! He would make sure the blindfold had just enough at the top for his eyes to see whoever walked into the room.
About five minutes later, Vanessa strode back down to the hallway, seeing Brain walk through the door. She'd done this routine before, with however more "willing" participants, so a few of the hotel staff already what was about to happen. Plus, she always tipped extra so most where happy to oblige. As she strode down the hallway, the tight, knee high black skirt rubbing against her butt, and the black suit against her voluptuous boobs. The sensitivity of her body, in addition to what she was about to do to Brian got Vanessa slightly flustered and excited all over. As she arrived at the door, and opened it, there she found Brian, sitting there with a blindfold, and could easily tell he could see her, by the reaction on his face that he tried to cut short, but was blunt clear to her anyway.
"Kneel". As Brian opened his mouth to object, Vanessa pressed her finger across his lips.
