Sunday
I didn't get a text from Sandy. I wondered whether she'd been to see Bob, and whether she'd broken her phone or something. No matter, I was fully expecting to see her and hear all about it at work.
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Monday
I showed up to work just about on time. Sandy was already there and waved at me over to join her when she saw me arrive. Game on.
I put my bag on my desk and headed into Sandy's office.
"Close the door behind you," she said.
Interesting.
I closed the door.
When I turned back, she was standing up. Longer skirt that came down to just past her knees, blouse. Not sexy at all.
"So you didn't go and see Bob yesterday?" I asked her.
"I did," she snapped at me, "not that it's any of your fucking business."
"Really," I said, "that's how we're going to play it?"
"Look," she hissed, "Billy followed me after I dropped him off after church, and now he knows about Bob."
"OK," I said. "And?"
"And we had it out. When I was done fucking Bob, Billy was outside waiting for me and confronted me and I explained it all. He's surprisingly OK with it. He agrees that we need the money, and the whole 'fucking another guy' thing seemed to really turn him on. After that, we went home and he was like a wild man."
"So you told him about me?"
"Well, no, but there is no you. You have nothing over me now, and you'd better start clearing your desk out. You're done here."
"Oh, you poor dumb whore. While it's not like I can ruin your marriage, I can ruin your career. I go to the board, and while it's unlikely they'll fire Bob, I'm pretty fucking sure they'll fire you. And give me my job back when I point out you fired me in retaliation for discovering your dirty little secret. Maybe they'll even give me your job."
She just stared at me.
"I wonder if there's going to be a big raise. I'll need to get new business cards with my new title, I bet."
"You're fucking kidding me," she said.
"I assure you I am not."
I watched the fight go out of her and she sat down, deflated.
"Oh, don't sit down," I told her. "It's time to check your lingerie, and I'm here so I'll do it in person."
Defeated, she pushed her chair back as she stood up again.
"Lose the skirt."
"I thought we weren't going to do this at work?"
"Yes," I said, "but then I thought we'd moved past this whole firing me thing."
"Sorry," she said.
"Whatever. Lose the skirt."
She sighed and reached behind her. When she'd unzipped it, she let it fall to the floor. She was wearing pantyhose and big panties.
"Put that shit in the trash."
I watched her roll her hose down her legs, step out of her shoes and pull them off her feet. She bent over and picked them up and put them in her trash can.
"That shit too," I told her, pointing to her big cotton panties.
She slid those down her legs and stepped out of them.
She bent down and picked them up, and before she got any ideas I pointed to the can. She sighed again and threw them in too.
"Blouse," I said.
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a dull, boring bra.
"Off," I said.
She took her blouse off and dropped it on her desk.
"That shit goes in the trash," I said, pointing to her bra.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, taking it down her arms and dropping it in the can with the rest of her underwear.
She stood there, self consciously.
"You're going to need to pluck or shave that when it starts growing back in," I told her, pointing at her pussy. It had been over a week so I was expecting to see stubble at some point.
"Right, whore, I think it's time to suck me off."
She flinched at 'whore', but knew better than to say anything.
"Do we really need to do this?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her. "You tried to get all clever with me and you need to learn a lesson."
"What if somebody comes in?"
"Well, I guess you can suck them off too."
She came around her desk towards me.
"Just a second," I said, "I forgot my phone. Give me yours."
She turned back to her desk and picked up her phone, unlocking it and giving it to me.
"OK, off you go then," I told her.
She knelt down in front of me, and I took a few pictures as she undid my pants and got my dick out. I took pictures of her sucking my dick.
"All the way," I told her, "I was to see your nose pressed against me."
She slowly pushed her face towards me, until her nose was in my pubic hair.
"OK," I said, "hold it like that."
I could hear and feel her gagging as I took several more pictures of her.
"Stroke my balls and look into the camera," I told her.
She gently stroked my balls while running her tongue around my shaft. Slowly, she pulled her face back, watching me the whole time, until just the head was in her mouth. Her tongue was still working its magic on me, and she started a rhythm of sliding back and forth as she coaxed me closer to cumming.
"I'm going to cum soon," I said, "and you're going to hold it in your mouth."
She sped up a little, and shortly I was emptying my balls into her mouth.
I let her lick the head for a while longer, then pulled out.
She stayed there, kneeling, with her mouth closed. I picked up her blouse and wiped my dick dry, dropping it back on her desk.
"Show me," I said, pointing the phone at her.
She opened her mouth, and I could see my cum sitting there around her tongue.
"Now grab your tits."
She held her tits, pushing them up and together.
"Slowly drip cum onto them."
It took her a second to give in, but she dripped cum down her chin and onto her tits. I kept taking pictures until it was all on her tits, around her hands and some had dripped onto her thighs.
"OK, now rub it in."
"But..." she started, then gave in again.
She spread my cum over her tits. There was a fair amount, and it ended up spread from her shoulders to her stomach.
I dropped her phone on her desk.
"Send me those pictures," I told her, "and don't forget you now owe me two texts about your adventures."
I headed for the door, and she scurried back behind her desk where she wouldn't be seen when I opened it.
I sat down and went to work, and shortly afterwards she left her office. She looked a lot more presentable when she came back ten minutes later, so I figured she'd been in the restroom washing up.
About half an hour later, I started receiving messages.
I glanced at my phone, and it was Sandy, sending me the pictures I'd taken of her. Great.
I went back to work and ignored my phone for a while.
When I came back from lunch and it had stopped beeping, I checked it. After all the pictures, there were a couple of texts.
[Yesterday I went to Bob's house. I was wearing a long skirt and a blouse. He was in his robe, we went to the bedroom and he fucked me. He came in me, I didn't cum. I showered and left]
[Sir told me to strip off, then I gave him a blowjob, wiping his cum over my tits]
It had been a while, but I texted her back.
]Good girl[
I'd hoped she'd have to go and see Bob, but she got to stay in her office the rest of the day.
When it got to the end of the day, I texted Sandy again.
]Follow me[
I got up and headed out to my car. I got in as Sandy got into her car. We started our engines, and she followed me out of the parking lot.
I drove home, and she parked next to me.
"I can't stay," she said as she got out.
"I don't want you to. This won't take long," I said.
She followed me up the stairs, where I opened the door and went in. She followed me in, and I closed the door behind her. I followed her in to the living room, where she was standing looking around at my apartment.
She turned and looked at me, quizzically.
"Strip," I said, sitting down.
