"Blackmailing the virgin" continues the Story "He Grapped her Artificial Balls".
There is non-consent, blackmail, lesbian strap-on, voyeurism, oral, deep throat, anal. If you don't like that, or don't like degraded or exploited women, skip this story please.
Waiting
He took the first set of files from the way too big stack and opened it. Opening up the matching dataset in their software, he started to compare the numbers and started to make adjustments. What a lousy job, but one had to start somewhere. He got into a flow like state, working concentrated through one file after another. It's been 10 files and he started to feel his bladder.
"
Time to hit the John
," he thought.
He stretched his back and yawned suddenly. He got up and started walking. "
The coffee machine is diagonally opposite my cubicle, of course
." He passed 4 dark, empty cubicles before he even encountered one that was actually occupied. "
Another soul fallen from grace
." He looked inside.
"Knock, knock," he said aloud and Stephany was startled to death.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed, her hand at her chest.
"Hello Stephany," he said smiling.
"Go away, Peter!" she demanded and waved her hand.
"Don't be that way, Steph."
"It's Stephany to you! And I don't want your bad luck to rub off on me. Go, an idiot provoking Belinda is the last thing I'd want near me!"
"Ok, ok, Stephany," he laughed. But it's to your disadvantage.
She stood up and went toward him.
"You! Start moving," she hissed and started to push him away. "I've had enough trouble without getting seen with you, Peter. Hopp, go!"
He had taken a few forced steps backwards. "No worries, Stephany," he said with a sigh, "I'm moving on."
"
How do others cope with that pressure here
?", he wondered, "
Stephany's eyes had been red, most likely from weeping
." Passing by, he glanced into the next cubicle and witnessed a young woman rubbing her crotch frantically with one hand, while the other was over her own mouth. He paused and took a closer look. Her office chair's backrest was set fully back, her head leaned over the edge of the backrest, her long blonde hair was dangling down, and her eyes were closed. The legs were spread wide, her tight mini skirt had ridden up and he could see her sexy red slip. In a reflex, he pulled his phone out of his breast pocket and started to record. As he zoomed into her crotch, one could see that her panties were crotchless and her fingers were actually massaging the insides of her shaved pussy. He felt himself getting hard again.
For a moment he thought about confronting her. To use the material, he already had to make her suck his already throbbing cock. "
Have to preserve that for Belinda
!" he thought with a pang of sadness. He continued to record, till she arched her back and pushed her fingers into herself with vengeance. He could see her leg muscles contract, and she reared up several times before sinking slowly back into her chair. Although he didn't want to, he was rubbing his boner through his pants while his shaky hand kept getting the scene for later use.
Her hand fell down from her mouth and she was obviously exhausted. Her eyes were cloudy, but when Peter saw her looking in his direction, they got wide and clear. He turned and went fast away, towards the coffee machine and the toilets. He could feel her eyes on his back, but didn't react. Instead, he took a turn into the next corridor.
"What was I thinking? Couldn't I just vanish before she saw me? I'm such a klutz!" he murmured while he made haste, feeling his bladder way stronger than before. He needed a bathroom, fast. He walked past the coffee machine and went straight to the men's room.
He was through the door and it was really urgent by now, so he pulled his pants down, as soon as he got to the urinal. His rock-hard boner jumped out and he paused. "
No way I can hit this thing like this
?" He looked around. "
Perhaps if I try from 2 or 3 yards away
?"
"Why has that to happen to me?" he asked into the silence.
He went into a stall and dropped his pants completely. Bending down and getting his ass high above the toilet bowl, he finally had the perfect angle and was so relieved.
The Fire
Belinda sat in her corner office on the third floor. Standing up, she walked over to the windows and looked down into the city's park. The sun was shining and people were already relaxing, sitting on benches, some even lying in the green gras. But Belinda didn't notice any of this. She was preoccupied with the fact that Peter, that damn worm Peter, had not just made her swallow his stinking cum, but had commanded her, COMMANDED HER, to come after hours to be fucked.
It knocked on the door. She turned irritated and opened her mouth to state that she was busy, but then she decided that it might be a good idea to get some distraction. "
Perhaps it's Xia, the new intern from marketing... She lied on her resume and I never had a full blood Asian before
." Her breath quickened and she absentmindedly opened the top 2 buttons of her blouse.
"Come in!" she shouted and turned full of expectation to face the door.
"Oh, it's just you Cindy."
"Who'd you expect?" the now 20-year-old personal assistant of her dad asked.
"None of your business," she replied now even more irritated than before. "What do you want?"
"Your father sends you these numbers for a quick check till tomorrow morning."
"I've no time for this!" Belinda exclaimed.
"Should I pass your answer to him?" the young woman said with an overly sweet smile.
"
That's it, she needs a lesson again
!" Belinda though as her anger spiked and her face got hard.
Looking up into the face of Cindy, she could see that the blonde had just understood that she had done a mistake. She placed the files at the edge of the table and stepped backwards. Belinda looked at the files as they lost balance and slowly slid over the edge and fell down. Belinda looked up again. Cindy looked at the files on the floor, that's why she noticed too late that the short-cropped redhead came toward her. On her knees on the floor, she sorted the files together and when she came up and straightened to put them on the desk again, Belinda grabbed her neck and made her look up into her angry face.
"Time for you lesson again, Cindy!" she hissed.
"No, please, Belinda, I didn't mean it!" she pleaded.
"Oh yes, you did. You need to learn your lesson, Blondie."
Belinda forced the small woman over her table. She pulled her pants down and her strap-on jumped out. With a hungry grin, both her hands pulled the black leather mini skirt up, revealing a smooth pair of cheeks, with only a small string in between.
"No, Belinda, no!"
She forcefully slapped the left cheek which instantly turned bright red.
"What do you call me?" she asked in a mean voice.
Another slap on the very same place. One could now see her palm and fingers even redder on the pink cheek.
"Mistress! You are my mistress!" Cindy exclaimed with a sob.
"And?" Belinda asked and hit the same spot again.
"I need to be punished!"
"It is 'I need to be punished, mistress!'" and hit her a fourth time. The palmprint was already a bit swollen.
Cindy was flat on the desk and sobbed now uncontrollably. Belinda smiled her evil smile as she hit the same place as she slapped the cheek several times. Now she was sure that the palmprint would last a few days. "
She won't forget her place for a while
!" she thought chuckling. She spit into her hand and rubbed it slowly into the bright red imprint. Cindy gasped and wriggled trying to evade the stinging feeling.
"You are such a dirty whore, Cindy!" she stated feeling the overflowing pussy of her human toy. "If you like being abused, just say a word, there is plenty where that came from.
Her right hand continued to caress the red ass and her left squeezed her balls, activating the strong vibrations of her favorite strap-on. Then she pulled the string tanga to the side and shoved it into the twitching pussy. Cindy moaned and her back arched.
"Oh, you like that! Oh Cindy, this is punishment, we can't have that you like that!" she snarled.
"Say, slave, did you stretch that ass of yours like I ordered?"
The shocked and guilty face was the confirmation she was looking for. "Too bad!" and Belinda pulled the toy out of the pussy, just to push the tip into the back entrance. The sphincter cramped and she was stuck, barely an inch in.
"Just relax, Cindy! Take it like a real whore!" and relentlessly pushed forward. The strong vibrations were on both ends of course, so the resistance pushing it in, pressed it all the stronger against her clit, sending shivers through her body. Belinda's face showed a perverse hunger as she pulled a bit back just to push forward again. Not to get it in deeper, that was just a side effect, but to hammer the rear end against her clit to reach her own climax.
"Come on, Cindy, don't cry!" Belinda panted, getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
Belinda panted.
"Say it bitch! Say that you like my hard cock up your ass!"
But Cindy didn't.
The 7 inches of the strap-on were now fully in and the ass was wide enough for Belinda to pump the shaft in and out. She reached past the waist and her index and middle fingers hooked into the blonde's pussy and began to massage her clitoris roughly. She was rewarded by Cindy's loud moans. The young woman started to shake as a strong orgasm washed over her in spite the fact that her ass was abused by Belinda. The redhead was in a state of blind sexual rage, continuing hammering the younger's ass till she too was rewarded with a strong and satisfying climax.
