It was just before 9am when Carol Williams pulled into the car park of the small medical center in the south of Birmingham England. She had been one of the practice nurses here for over ten years. She parked in her usual spot and got out of her small Toyota. Even though she was wearing her nurses uniform she was a glorious sight. She was definitely in the beautiful woman class, a size 16 with a 38H bust and standing 5'8" in stockinged feet. She didn't look anywhere near her 48 years of age and with natural blonde shoulder length hair framing a beautiful face which featured the most piercing blue eyes. She was desired by men and often made other women feel intimidated with her natural assets. The married mother of two grownup children, a son who had recently started working for a tech company in the USA and a daughter who had started university in Oxford the previous September. She was a well respected and liked member of the community. What none of her colleagues and only a couple of her closest friends knew was that she is a serial adulterer Her husband John was nearly twenty years her senior and she married him for what she considered the most beautiful of reasons, money. Carol knew that her husband was in bad health and figured that in a couple of years she would inherit everything, which always made her smile. She never considered divorce as an option she wanted everything and knew that the only way was to stay married to a man she considered useless.
Carol got out of the car and after locking it walked the ten yards to the staff entrance of the medical center. She knew just how to show off her curves as she walked and even in flat heeled shoes and the dull green trousers and top her hips swayed and the shape of her sexy ass was obvious. Once inside she said hi to Linda on reception and headed to her small surgery on the ground floor where she would be treating minor ailments and taking blood samples. She sat at her desk and almost immediately got a text message on her work cell phone. She opened it expecting either a cancellation or a doctor wanted her to see one of their patients. The text read: You have an email from master.slut.user. Open the message and reply within the next ten minutes or you will need a new job and a good divorce lawyer!
She logged into her desktop computer and sure enough there was an email from whoever had sent her the text. She opened it and her eyes opened wide and her heart beat increased rapidly.
It read: I know and can prove what a slut you really are either you accept my terms or your family, friends and employer get copies of these pictures. You have ten minutes to reply and accept my terms. All correspondence with me written or verbal will start with the word Sir.!
Carol gasped in horror and disbelief at the three attached pictures. One was of her kissing her current boyfriend good bye on his doorstep. The second was a year old and clearly showed her kissing the semi hard cock of a male stripper at a hen party. The third was the most damming of all, taken a few months earlier it showed her and a guy of only20 years of age booking into a travel lodge hotel.
She needed time to figure out who this was and what to do about it. She quickly typed: How much do you want and can we meet to discuss the situation?
Then sent the email. Her fingers tapped on the desktop as she awaited a reply. Her immediate thought was find out who it was trying to blackmail her then get one of the many lover's she had to put a stop to it. She figured that Steve a doorman at a local club would be ideal. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but had the necessary muscle and would do pretty much anything for her. Just then the ping of another email arrived from her tormentor saying: You certainly have looks, but it appears that you are fucking stupid as well. I will decide when and If we meet. You also didn't address me as Sir which has incurred a punishment. Remove your panties and place them under the rear wiper blade of your car. You have 2 minutes to complete this task or I start sending your pictures.
Now in absolute panic Carol kicked off her black flat soled shoes and pulled down her trousers and black panties in one movement exposing her long fleshy legs, ass and shaven pussy. Then she just as quickly got back into her green bottoms and shoes. She scrunched up the panties in her left hand and headed for her car as quickly as she could. As she walked through reception Linda gave her a quizzical look as to where she was going when her first patient was due in a couple of minutes. Carol gave a false smile. "I left my phone in the car." She lied.
With that she exited the building and went to the car park. She looked around as she approached her own car but apart from a few empty staff cars and a couple of patients cars she couldn't see anyone around. She folded the panties into a small square and placed them under the rear wiper of her Toyota. She then quickly returned to her surgery.
She found it difficult to concentrate on her appointments and after every patient she checked for new emails. Sure enough after her 11:30 had gone she found another message waiting it read: Your panties smelled to fresh in future you will put the underwear you intend to wear that day on the previous night before you go to bed. Also there will be no shower or washing of your cunt after 7:30pm or do you understand?
Carol stared at the screen, she was turning bright red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she typed: Yes sir.
Her head was spinning she couldn't think who would have known so much about what she got upto in her free time. Was it one of the doctors or other staff here? He knew her phone number and email address, but those weren't secret. Maybe it was an ex lover or someone she had turned down. Her train of thought was interrupted by the ping of another email she breathed a sigh of relief that it was only an internal note about an appointment with a patient. Then almost immediately another one from her tormentor arrived saying: I have decided that you will remove your bra and cut the ends out of the cups so your nipples poke through. Do that now as I will be inspecting later, failure to allow access to your nipples will result in you being forced to work with no bra on tomorrow.
She removed the green tunic placing it on her chair. Then she reached behind her back to unclasp the black bra which supported her 38H boobs. Her large breasts sagged slightly without support, but looked amazing and her dark pinky brown nipples contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and fair complexion. She quickly cut the ends out of the bra cups with a pair of scissors she normally used to cut bandages with. She then put the bra back on and to her own embarrassment noticed that as she pulled the green tunic back on the material was brushing against her now hard nipples.
By 3pm she had treated the last of her scheduled appointments and was completing some reports when she received the final email of the day from her blackmailer saying: When you finish work in half an hour you will drive to the rest area where you often park up to fuck guys in your car. Don't pretend that you don't know where I am talking about at 3:50pm someone will get into your car. you will pull your top up so he can suck your nipples you will suck his cock and swallow his cum. Don't make me have to spoil your life!
Carol could feel tears of shame in her eyes as she realised she had no option but to comply with the order. Thirty minutes later she was returning to her car and driving to the rest area that was only a couple of miles from where she lived. She had been here several times to have sex with guys who picked her up in bars, but always at night when it was pretty quiet apart from other couples parking up for sex. She indicated and pulled off the busy main highway to find half a dozen trucks and a few cars parked up. She parked between two trucks the one behind had the curtains drawn around the glass of its cab so the driver was probably taking a sleep. The one in front only showed the rear of its trailer. After a couple of minutes she noticed a guy walking along the hedge line passing the truck in front of her. He was a scruffy looking man probably in his early fifties. After checking the registration plate number on her car he began to grin revealing bad teeth. He opened the passenger side door and got into her car.
"I wasn't sure if your boyfriend was kidding about you being here." He told her.
