Blacmailing a Busty Agent

I was thrilled. Microsoft bought my software startup for more than $200,000,000 and offered to keep me in charge.

Initially, we were 3 geeks who chose to quit their second year at Stanford and work on an idea I had. The theory was easy to understand: Many travelers waste a lot of time googling the best destinations, most sought-after attractions, hours of operations, prices, how busy it is, etc. I created software that combined data from multiple sources that allowed me to display all of the above in real-time. Together, the 3 of us worked to perfect the application, and 6 months ago, we were happy with the final version. I presented the program to 3 representatives of Microsoft, and they liked it, even though these days the company's general direction was different. My 2 friends elected to take $50,000,000 each and leave, while my share as the main guy was about $100,000,000.

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I, Evan, grew up in a small apartment in New York. My father was a factory worker, and Mom supplanted his salary as a part-time worker at Walmart. The total income could barely cover all our expenses during good times, and we got into debt each time Dad or Mom became sick. I couldn't remember ever getting NEW presents. On my birthdays and holidays, I usually got used stuff: A sweater that was too small for my cousin, a fire truck toy that nobody else wanted, etc.

As a child, I vowed to become successful and not be poor. I invested all my energy in studying and rarely went out to play with classmates or the few friends I had. I loved to read, mostly biographies of famous people. In the beginning, I focused on political and military figures, but later, I became fascinated with the lives of inventors. Edison and Ford were high on my list until I began reading about Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. My dream was to be just like them: Conquer the world with an invention that an average person can use.

With straight-A scores, I got accepted to Stanford on a full scholarship. I met Aaron and Jay in our freshman year. By then, the idea of a total travel package had already existed in my mind, although I just started thinking about ways to create it. One evening, I sat with my friends and talked about it. After an hour of explaining and persuading, they agreed it was a good idea. For 6 months we searched for resources and crossed the results, and the fruits of our work began showing. However, doing this big project took too much of our time. I was the first to suggest we quit the university. The other two were less convinced it was a good idea: After all, our software was not ready yet, and even if it was, there was no guarantee people would use or buy it. Only in our 2nd year we agreed it was time to sink or swim. Jay's parents threatened to disown him if he quit school, and only after a lengthy speech, I was successful in convincing them to let him leave school on a trial basis for a year.

For an additional 2.5 years, we gathered the necessary tools and combined them all together. We checked our program against other available travel apps and there was no comparison. Ours was by far the fastest, most detailed, and importantly- the most reliable.

We celebrated by getting drunk in a bar nearby. I recall asking them what they were going to do with the money if we sold it for millions. Aaron joked, "I'll find a pretty woman, fly to Hawaii, and live on the beach for the rest of my life doing nothing." Jay said he'd invest half the money in cryptocurrency and watch it grow in value. I had no idea what my plans were, except that I wanted a big house near Silicon Valley.

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After signing the contract with Microsoft, I googled to find a real estate agency to help me find a suitable house. The list included many familiar names and others I never heard of. Going through the list, I encountered the name Rachel Allgoes. The name caught my eye, and I called her number.

Her voice was very pleasant, "Rachel Allgoes is here. How can I help you?"

"I plan to move to one of Silicon Valley neighborhoods, and I want to buy a house."

"What is your price range?"

"I'd say at least 1 million."

"May I meet you tomorrow afternoon? We can talk about your preferences, and I'll show you some examples online. Later, when I understand what exactly you are looking for, we can visit some houses on the market."

"Sounds good. Is 4 pm OK?"

"Perfect. Thank you for considering me, and see you tomorrow."

...

The following day, at 4:01 pm, there was a soft knock on my door. A blonde woman of about 30 smiled at me, "Hi, I am Rachel. Nice to meet you."

I invited her in. The rented apartment was small and poorly decorated. She glanced at the place, and her smile disappeared, "Sir, before we start, do you know the houses in these neighborhoods are quite expensive?"

I joked. "I won the lottery, and I think I have the money."

"What are you looking for?"

"I want at least 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, a balcony with a nice view, and a decent size yard that will accommodate a small pool and a jacuzzi."

She smirked, "There are less lucrative areas that may offer at least some of your priorities for about $1,000,000."

I said, "I prefer to live in Mountain View or Palo Alto."

She stood up with a disappointed look on her face, "I thought you were a potential customer. These are the most expensive neighborhoods..."

"Sit down!" Rachel gazed at me and sat.

"Lady, I have more money than you think. If you are not interested, you can leave now, but if you are, talk to me."

She turned on her laptop and stuttered, "Soorry if I ooffended you."

"That's OK. Just show me what you've got."

While Rachel prepared her computer, I inspected her. Her face was very cute, with large blue eyes, a small straight nose, and full lips. The dirty-blonde hair was shoulder length and framed nicely her pretty face. She wore a short beige dress, which revealed an impressive cleavage. She was a hottie!

We sat side by side, and she started showing me houses. The first one cost 2 million and was very small. I rejected it before looking at the details, telling her I wanted a bigger one with a nicer view. She grinned. The next one was bigger but with a relatively small yard. I asked to see another one. The 3rd house was much nicer: Four bedrooms, a large sitting place outside the house, a jacuzzi for 4, and a small flower garden. I told Rachel I wished to see the house. We continued our online search and narrowed my selection to 3.

When we finished, she stared at me and blurted, "The prices of these 3 houses range between 3 and 10 million dollars. Do you have the money or wish to get a mortgage?"

I laughed, "I can call the bank and get the money as we speak."

Rachel smiled warmly, "Sir, may I pick you up tomorrow at 10 am, and we'll check these 3 houses?"

"That will be fine."

I accompanied her outside. She glanced at my old Subaru that was parked in front of my house and grimaced. Obviously, she doubted I had the money to purchase the house and suspected I was wasting her time.

The following day, she rang the bell. I let her in. She stared at me and said, "Mister, I thought about our business last night. How do I know you can afford what you wish to see?"

I smiled menacingly at Rachel and said in a low tone, "Lady, I do not like to be judged by my current apartment or my car. You have 2 options: Either you want to leave, and I'll find another agent, or I'll prove to you I have the money, but it'll cost you."

"If you don't mind, I wish to see proof you have $10,000,000."

"As you wish. To prove to you it's not a trick, please dial the phone number of the Chase-Morgan branch on Park."

When she got an agent on the phone, I asked her to tell the agent to put the manager on the line for Evan Lockwood. She did as told, and I heard Mr. Thompson saying, "Good morning, Mr. Lockwood; what can I do for you?"

"Can you remind me how much money I have in the bank?"

After verifying it was me, he started saying the sum. I stopped him, asked him to repeat it, and handed the phone to Rachel. I could hear him saying out loud, "Slightly over $100,005,000. Do you need the exact amount?" I grabbed the phone, "No, thank you. That will be all."

Rachel blushed, "Sir, I am very sorry, but you have to understand I do not have time for people who pretend to buy but leave after I spend days for nothing."

"Lady, I understand you, but this is not MY style. As I said, now that you know my credentials are OK, let's see the houses."

We drove first to the least expensive house. I liked it a lot. Compared to the home I grew up in, it was a mansion. Rachel saw I liked it and inquired if I was ready to make the deal. I answered I wished to see the other 2 houses before making up my mind. The second house was more modern and better equipped. The third one, which cost 10 million, was by far the most impressive: Everything oozed richness and luxury, from the rugs to the curtains, with antique furniture and large paintings on the walls. The yard was spacious with several fruit trees, vegetable and flower gardens, a 25m swimming pool, and a large jacuzzi. By 2:30 pm, we finished our tour.

I said, "Let's go back to my apartment and talk business."

Rachel was all smiley in the car and upon entering the house. She chuckled, "So, which one did you select?"

"Since I am not married, I thought the first one was good enough."

"Evan, if you go for the second one, I'll take off 1% of my fee."

I watched her eyes, "I was under the impression that the seller was paying the commission. Am I wrong?"

She turned pale and lowered her eyes.

I said, "Rachel, earlier, you offended me by not believing I had the money, and now you are trying to do even worse. I suggest you leave. I'd rather have a decent agent I can trust."

She stared at me pleadingly, "Please, sir, I am sorry. I was wrong. I thought with all your money, getting a tiny portion of it would not affect you, but it would save me from giving up on my car."

"Lady, you are a conniving liar. Give me one reason I do business with you rather than a reliable agent?"

"Please, I beg you. I am already indebted and really need this sale to bail me out."

"If you are so desperate, suck my cock, and I'll think about it."

"Whaaat?..."

"You heard me. Take it or leave it!"

"Sir, I am engaged. How can I do it to him?..."

"In that case, ask him for the money you owe." I stood up, ready to open the front door.

She gazed at me with tears in her eyes, "Sir, you are cruel, but... I'll do it."

I sat down, spread my legs apart, and stared at her. Her eyes focused on mine to see if I'd change my mind, but I didn't budge.

Next, she sighed, knelt between my legs, and fumbled with my zipper. I waited patiently, ogling her cleavage. My penis began stiffening immediately. When the fly opened, my member was already pushing my briefs upward. She lowered the waistband and gazed at the organ. I knew it was average size and was curious to see what she'd do with it.

Rachel's small palm engulfed my organ and bobbed it gently, causing it to engorge further. Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip. Soon after, her lips opened, and gradually, she began taking it in. I wasn't sure if she liked the feeling of my prick in her mouth, but she performed an excellent job: When Rachel bobbed me on the way in, she squeezed my organ between her tongue and the palate, and on the way out, her mouth milked me powerfully. Her technique was excellent, and a short time later, I was ready to shoot my stuff. I gave her no warning. My hands held tight to the back of her head, and I ejaculated my slimy spunk into her throat, growling. She didn't attempt to retreat and swallowed everything without spilling a drop.

When my cock started deflating, she cleaned my junk with her tongue and then gazed at me with a grin, "Is the big bad wolf happy with his cocksucking bitch?"

I said, "Not bad. For a terrible person who tried to trick me, your oral job was better than I expected."

She was still on her knees and asked in a low tone, "Sir, I know I was very bad and deserved to be punished. Is there anything else I can do for you so you consider buying the second house?..."

"Undress!"

She smiled sweetly, "OK, sir. I'll do it."

Rachel stood up and winked at me. She slowly and seductively performed a terrific striptease. She unzipped the back of her short dress, and it landed on the carpet. Her pink underwear set was pretty. The large breasts were barely contained in her big-size bra. The feminine soft tummy was flat, and her navel decorated with a small jewel. The sheer low-cut panties could not hide her shaved cunt. To my surprise, I noticed a couple of wet stains in her panties. Was she aroused by the situation?!...

Seconds later, she unclasped her bra, and her round jugs bounced forward, happy to be free. For such massive tits, the sag was minor. Was she younger than I initially thought? Her firm mammaries were decorated with large pinkish areolas and pointy hard nipples. Rachel watched my eyes, now and then glancing at my groin and up into my eyes again. She knew what she was doing: My spent pecker reawakened and began ascending again. Her tits were very tempting, urging me to suck on them, but I pretended to stare nonchalantly at her show.

Then her hands lowered the panties, and her cunt lips were on display. They were swollen, and a few drops were clearly visible. The striptease aroused both me and her! Rachel stood up with her legs slightly open, waiting for my reaction. I had a hunch that she loved our game and decided to check my theory.

I stood up and blurted, "Not bad. Now undress me!"

With trembling fingers, she removed my shirt, pants, and lastly, my underwear. She again stood before me, waiting for further instructions.

"You behaved like a real bitch, so you need to feel like one. On your knees and elbows!"

Rachel had a little smile. She bent on all 4 and stared at my face.

"Bitch, I am going to fuck you doggy-style. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

I widened the space between her thighs and shoved my tumescent rod in one aggressive stroke deep into her unprotected pussy. Her tunnel was well lubricated, which was essential since her pussy was very tight. She gasped and then whimpered quietly.

"Is there a problem?"

"Nooo, sir..."

"Good. Get ready for the fuck of your life."

With no fanfare, I began ramming my cock powerfully and rapidly into her cunt. The intense friction with her narrow walls was indescribable. Fortunately, I drained my testicles a short time earlier and could control my arousal. I leaned on her smooth back, and my palms found her swaying breasts. I massaged and then tweaked them savagely. Rachel alternated whimpering with moaning.

Next, I spanked her butt cheek hard. She gasped and stopped breathing momentarily.

I snarled, "Anything you wish to say?"

She whispered, "No, sir. I am OK, sir."

"Good. You know you deserved it, so accept your punishment!"

"Yes, sir..."

I continued pounding her pussy and slapped her bubbly cheeks hard, alternating between the two and watching them turn red. All that time, she was groaning and whimpering. I was about to stop when her body shook violently, and she began screaming. The bitch was orgasming!

I barked, "Rachel, you are nothing but a slut. A sex-craving slut."

She continued quivering uncontrollably, and I heard her mumble, "Yees, sir. Yoou aare right, siiir..."

Watching her enjoying being thoroughly fucked and spanked hard was like an aphrodisiac for me. I emptied my balls deep into her exposed cunt, howling like a wounded wolf.

When I pulled my shriveling pole from her vagina, her limbs gave up, and her body landed on the rug. Her eyes were shut, and she lay motionless for about 15 minutes before turning her face to me with a grin, "Evan, sir, you were very good."

"When did you first realize you are a slut?"

"Sir, all my life, I pretended to be tough, but deep down, I knew I needed a strong man to take care of me."

"Is your fiancé using his power to control you?"

"He is handsome, smart, funny, but too nice to understand my needs."

"Why don't you dump him?"

"He is good to me, and I do not know anybody else who will be better..."

"Get rid of him and be my sub."

"Sir, are you serious?..."

"Yes, I am. You are pretty and have a gorgeous body. As long as you remember your place, being my sub and private slut, I am willing to have you."

"I don't know..."

"Rachel, think it over for a week. We'll meet here again on Monday at 10 am. By then, I expect your answer and I'll tell you my decision about the house."

She started moving up, caressing gently her reddish ass cheeks. She smiled, "Sir, I hope I can sit on my achy butt and drive home. Otherwise, I'll need you to drive me."

I watched her sit gingerly in her driver's seat and pull away.

...

In the days that followed, I thought about Rachel a lot. Her voluptuous body and seductive striptease haunted me. Twice, I dreamt about fucking her mercilessly. Once on the laundromat and the other time anally. Both times, she orgasmed, thanked me profusely after I climaxed inside her, and promised to be good.

On Monday, Rachel was by my door 5 minutes early, dressed in a short, tight black dress that revealed an exaggerated cleavage. Her blonde hair was loose, and a shiny red lipstick covered her pouty lips. I saw her from the window and was tempted to go out and ravage the sexy lady on the street... I held my breath for a moment and my mind recovered.

She didn't notice me in the window and knocked on my door softly. I opened the door and ogled her, "Not bad!..."

She grinned, "I wanted you to like the way I look."

"What did you decide?"

"I accept your offer, sir..."

"You realize you'll have to abide by all my wishes without questions, don't you?"

"I know, sir."

"What are you going to tell your husband-to-be?"

"Per your suggestion, I dumped him. He pleaded with me, promising to be better and crawled before me. That was the wrong move. If he hadn't been a wimp and confronted me, I might have reconsidered, but now I am free and available."

"What do you think I should do about the new home?"

"In my humble opinion, the $10,000,000 house is not for you. The $3,000,000 may be OK, but the $5,000,000 is in a better neighborhood, and the view from the house is much more impressive. However, you are my boss now, and only your opinion counts."

"Nicely said. When you leave my apartment, arrange the purchase of the house you recommended. And now, take off your clothes. I wish to fuck you while staring at your pretty face and playing with those gorgeous tits I own."

She grinned, "Yes, Master. At your service, sir..."