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When Brenda met Abbey
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of real people. Any similarities to any person alive or dead is not deliberate. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. It might be helpful to read part 1 and part 2 prior to reading this, so you have an idea of the characters involved. Also, this is a story in the Non-Consent/Reluctance section. It features sexual coercion. If you do not like that aspect of this story you should consider reading something else. This is fantasy. Do not do this at home. Unless asked. Hope you have fun reading!
Before her call to Abbey, Brenda had already been up for hours reviewing video and still shots collected from Longman's encounter with Abbey the previous afternoon in his office. As she made the final additions to the thumb drive she was going to deliver in person to Abbey, she paused again on one of the still closeups of her boss' new plaything. In the image Abbey had one eye open, while the other was closed, covered in Longman's ejaculate, her face looking upward as Longman tightly held a fistful of her hair. Even in those circumstances this Abbey woman looked stunning. She had to admit it, her boss, in addition to being a sexual deviant, a sodomite, and a heinously nasty fuck, had exquisite taste in women. Brenda had worked with David Blackman cutting together all of the footage from Longman's office. He had left about an hour ago, leaving her to make the final changes and cuts to the videos collected from Longman's office.
There was a lot of footage that she and Blackman had been required to edit. Poor Blackman. He had lost concentration a number of times while they had been manipulating the footage of Abbey and their boss. Brenda had taken pity on him and had twice pulled his tiny little dick out of his pants and quickly brought him off with her hand. She reasoned it was the only way he'd be able to be any help.
No wonder he went into security, small man syndrome. He'd also asked her about when he might expect her call, gross. She would have to have a word to Geoff. Blackman was going on her 'under no circumstances' list. In truth she too would have liked to have got herself off, or have someone else get her off, after repeatedly watching Geoff put the pretty blond through her paces, but she knew it was better for her to stay in an aroused state given what she planned to do later that morning.
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Longman had his office set up as a virtual film studio, with cameras hidden throughout. Longman had initially had just two hidden cameras installed three years earlier so he could record important business meetings held in his office. He could play back the exact details of deals, and plans, made with both friends and foes. He would try to re-watch the most important meetings he had, to see what opportunities he could exploit, or weaknesses he could expose. But it was not until after one particularly stressful meeting six months after the cameras had been positioned in his office he had serendipitously discovered their dual functionality.
Following that meeting, to relieve his tension, he had summoned Brenda into his office, ordered her onto all fours, hiked her dress over her hips, ripped her panties off, and after sufficiently lubricating his cock, plowed into her asshole. At the time the cameras had only been in place for six months, and he had not fucked in his office for over two years previous to that, conforming to the popular opinion that beds are a more comfortable option than most other places when engaging in sexual gymnastics. When later that night he had sat down to review the video of his earlier business meeting he had discovered, at the end of the footage, vision of himself reaming out Brenda. He had found he was much more impressed watching vision of himself pounding into her, than anything that was said or done during the back and forth of the negotiation he had been involved with, which was being held to acquire the holdings of a small, failing, industry rival.
After his discovery, Longman had heavily invested in the installation of further video equipment in both his office, and the bedroom at home he considered his fuckroom. Determined to never again miss the opportunity to fully re-live his sexual conquests.
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The evening before Brenda's phone call to Abbey, Brenda herself had received a call. When Longman had rung Brenda, he had still been sexually charged from his domination of Abbey earlier that afternoon. "Hey beautiful, I know this is not one of your days, but I would really love you to come over to the house tonight and review some tape with me. I will make sure it is worth your while".
Brenda had smiled, she could hear the excitement in Geoff's voice, "Hello Geoff, I'm very sorry I actually have plans... I have tickets to the Opera and my date would be most disappointed if I were to cancel." Brenda had been mostly telling the truth. She didn't have opera tickets, but the young guy she had a date with was going to make her sing. Her date's dick was enormous, even compared to Geoff's, and both that cock and its owner were going to be very sad when she cancelled.
"Opera? Yuck. Maybe I'm doing you a favor here. Now enough foreplay, get your ass over here. It's your job."
"Yes sir." Brenda had smirked at the mock anger of her boss as she hung up her phone.
She was proud that despite over two decades in his employment Geoff's interest in her hadn't waned. Brenda took her job as Geoffrey Longman's corporate whore seriously. She had made sure she was as perfect a specimen for her age as was possible, working out 5 days a week, in addition to the nasty sexual athletics enjoyed by Geoff, and usually by her as well. Brenda spent a lot of Geoff's money on her appearance, she had expensive taste. She always dressed immaculately, and kept her hair and skin flawless, attending regular appointments with the city's finest spas.
Forty minutes after Geoffrey Longman had summoned her, Brenda had arrived at Longman's enormous residence. She knew her way around, spending a lot of time there every week when it was her time with Geoff.
Brenda had rung the doorbell and was greeted by Longman's butler Reginald, a seventy-year old African American who had been with Longman "forever". While Longman never referred to his butler as anything other than Reginald, Brenda knew him as Reggie. It made sense the two of them were on less formal terms, for the last 20 years in addition to his yearly Christmas bonus, Longman 'gifted' Reggie a night with Brenda.
As Brenda had entered the mansion Reginald and Brenda kissed cheeks. "Hi beautiful, this isn't one of your normal days, is it?"
Brenda had smiled, "It is not. I think our boss has a new project he's working on. He seems very excited."
Reggie returned her smile, grinning from ear to ear, "Wowie! I wonder if that man is ever gonna slow down."
"Do you know where Geoff is Reggie?"
Reggie nodded,"yes mam. He is in the theatre room. He told me to finish up for the day and head home to the wife. Guessing you're in for a busy night..."
Brenda laughed, "We'll see. You enjoy your night off. Hopefully Dorris has cooked up something nice for you. Send her my love."
Reggie smiled, "If that woman couldn't cook so damn well we wouldn't have made it through this long, that's for damn sure..."
Reggie frowned, "but I don't think I'll pass along your love. Any mention of you makes her angrier than hell. Anyone would think she knew you had sucked my black dick ten times better than she ever done." Reggie walked past Brenda toward the front door. "Well I'm heading home. Will I see you round here tomorrow beautiful?"
Brenda tilted her head to the side, "Honestly I don't know. I think Geoff has something he wants me to do. I guess we'll see." She turned and headed up the stairs towards Longman's theatre.
Longman's theatre was impressive. Longman bought nothing but the best, and paid to have everything in style, so why should his home theatre be any different? The deacore featured a kaleidoscope of colors with phantasmagoric nightclub lighting. His home theatre looked almost more like a VIP room in a high-end club than a cinema. The seating itself was executed in the form of sixteen luxurious recliners, positioned in pairs of two, tiered in rows of four. On one side of each was a side table with enough room for cocktails or food. Brenda entered the theatre room and spotted her boss seated in the second row. He was reading his phone, lounging back feet up. She walked down and took a seat beside him.
Longman had looked at her and smiled, "You took your sweet time, didn't you? Anyway...Hope you're rested up beautiful. After we have a first look, I want you to take this footage and do some editing. David will help, you can make a couple of versions. In the cut up you make for princess Abbey, I want you to edit out anything I say, or do, which would paint me in a poor light. Make sure there is nothing of me recognizable in that version. Make sure she is recognizable throughout. The second one is for my collection. You know what I like."
Brenda looked at Longman quizzically "Abbey?"
Longman had smirked at her, "Oh baby, I can't tell you every little plan I have going. Here this will give you an idea." Longman grabbed a remote on from the side table positioned to his left and hit the play button.
Brenda watched the screen and saw her boss seated alone in his office. This camera view seemed to be taken from the camera above the entrance to Longman's office. Seconds later a statuesque blond entered the shot and blocked Brenda's view of her boss.
The audio on the film was crisp, and she could hear the trepidation in Abbey's pleasant voice in her conversation with Longman. Brenda knew what was coming. Even before Geoff had exposed himself to Abbey she knew this blond, whoever she was, was about to be impaled, one way or another, on Geoff's meaty plow. She had almost laughed as she heard Abbey scream at Geoff that he was disgusting, overweight, not attractive, old, and told him that he couldn't blackmail her. You go girl, Brenda had thought. She knew the clip was not over though. She wouldn't be sitting beside Geoffrey Longman if it was.
Brenda watched her boss' reply and was a little shocked when Abbey turned and walked toward the camera. Wow she is pretty, Brenda had thought to herself as she had caught sight of Abbey's face for the first time. As Abbey disappeared from the screen, Brenda actually momentarily felt a pang of disappointment, did the blond get away? Then she heard a click and squirmed in her seat as Abbey approached Geoff and dropped to her knees to fellate him.
Brenda was captivated by what she was seeing and hearing on screen.
"Ummm YES... take it deeper in your pretty mouth, you filthy whore...No hands
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