Stacy Compton was buried in the details of the buyout contract. If she could just get Old Man Wilson to agree to the salient points, as well as a price reduction, her small business would become a major force overnight. The client lists alone would raise her company's value enough to not only wipe out her debts, but also insure her future and that of her daughter.
She nearly swallowed the pen cap she had been absentmindedly chewing when the intercom buzzed and her 19 year old daughters voice came through the speaker, "Ms. Compton, there is a gentleman here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says it's about a traffic accident?" Stacy had wondered if it was egotistical to have her daughter address her so formally, but figured it sounded more professional than "Mom". She was confused for only an instant then the details that night 3 weeks prior came flooding back. The crash, the angry man, the flashing camera, the embarrassment of being naked in her own backseat and the humiliating, yet somehow exciting obscene thing he had demanded. Even worse was after he left. The drive home with her skirt flapping open leaving her womanhood exposed to the world, her blouse baring covering her breasts and the flaming heat in her face as she entered her high security building with it's everpresent doorman who received not only a view of her very exposed cleavage, but also all her lower assets when an errant breeze caused her skirt to fly up around her waist. She clicked the intercom and responded in as normal a voice as possible, "It's okay Emily, show him in."
David watched the lovely young receptionist rise gracefully to escort him to "Ms. Compton's" office. He wondered if she would sound as respectful if she had seen her boss' lips wrapped around his member just a few weeks before. She stepped into the office and held the door for him then started to ask if they would like refreshments, but Stacy quickly replied, "No thank you Emily, that will be all. This "Gentleman" and I have some private business to discuss. Please see to it that we are not disturbed." Her voice dripped iciness. Dave stepped past the slightly shocked young woman and smiled at her. She returned the smile then turned to Stacy once more.
"If Mr. Wilson or his attorney should call...?" She left the question hanging, knowing her mother would not want company business spoken out loud in front of a stranger.
"Please arrange a face to face meeting as soon as possible for us to go over the details, Emily. Thank you." Then Stacy turned to Dave and tried to burn a hole through him with her eyes. As the door closed, she hissed, "Do you know I had to walk through a lobby full of people to get to my apartment? They all saw the state of my clothing! The wind blew up my skirt that YOU tore and I was completely exposed!" The slight exaggeration of the number of witnesses to her humiliation seemed warranted. "What the hell is your name anyways?" She was furious that he was here, especially since she still didn't have any cash that wasn't tied up in accounts. She was fortunate that she had stocked up on groceries and had her rent paid a month in advance. She hadn't even been able to pay her daughter's salary for the last week.
"My name is Dave. You don't need any more than that. What you did need was to be taken down off your high horse a little. Ha! I bet you even liked having your tight little ass and your sweet little pussy get all windblown and shown off to the public!" He chuckled at the thought of her being exposed to others.
"Keep you voice down! My daught--, my secretary does not need to know about this situation!" Stacy had tried to catch her self in time, but watched his face light up with a sinking feeling in her gut. "Forget about it Dave! This is between you and me! Nobody else! If you lay one hand on my duaghter, I will......"
"You'll what?" He grinned. "Have to tell her about how you sucked my cock to keep from getting arrested? That will be a good one! Or tell her about the pics of my cum on your pretty face? I have copies right here! Or will you tell her how I am here to collect for the damage to my truck?" At the sight of her expression his grin widened. "You haven't got it, have you?"
She looked at the carpet and slowly shook her head side to side just a tiny bit. Then she raised her eyes to look fearfully at him. "Copies? You made copies of those pictures? How many? Why did you bring them here?"
He chuckled again, "Of course I made copies! I thought you might want to see proof of your skills! Also I plan to keep a set for my personal, private collection. I thought, if you had the money you owe me, we could do some business. As it is, looks like we will just have to have another interest payment on your account."
Her eyes widened, "You want another blo... Here? Now?"
"Another blowjob? Naw... I want more this time. I didn't bring my camera gear though, so we'll have to make it worth my while." She looked down at the leather case he had carried with him. Sure enough, it was big enough only for file folders and the like. No room for a camera. She looked up at his smiling face and suddenly realized that she had been feeling a fluttery shaking in her gut for quite some minutes now. As her thoughts raced and imagined what depravities he might expect, she felt a warm glow somewhat lower than her stoumach. She stepped back from him until her hips hit the edge of the desk and stopped her retreat. He followed and stopped only inches from her.
"Take off your clothes." The command was simple and not unexpected, but still caused her to tremble.
Stacy hesitated, then asked, "What do you want from me this time?" Her voice was stronger than she felt, and somehow seemed throaty, almost seductive."
"I intend to fuck you silly in your pussy, ass and mouth and blow my load all over your face again." He seemed to be trying to shock her with his explicit description and he succeeded. She was no stranger to sex and had already experianced a facial from him, but anal sex? The very thought terrified her. Still, his words triggered a response in her. She was surprised to feel herself growing moist. She slowly reached to her blouse and opened the buttons. It slipped from her shoulders and hung from her waist where it was tucked into her skirt. She stretched her arms back and unhooked her bra and dropped it. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on her skirt and it fell with her blouse to the floor. She unconciously straightened her body and thrust out her breasts, showing herself to him. Then she slid her lacy white panties down her hips and stood wearing only her black sensible heels. He smiled wider and opened his pants and dropped them, then reached for her slit. His fingers tickled her clit and dipped into her wet pussy. He looked at her in surprise. His eyebrows raised as he stroked her. Then he simply leaned her back onto the desk and pulled her legs apart. He pressed his stiff rod against her and let the tip slide up and down her leaking cunt. The sensitive peehole rubbed over her clit again and again causing her to suck in her breath. A small thrust forwards and he was an inch deep in her. She gasped and held still, waiting for him to push into her. He waited, drawing out the tension, torturing her. Then he slid forwards another inch. Inch by tantalizing inch he pressed into her molten center. The thick head of his cock stretching her and touching where no one had touched in so long.
Her breath came in quick gasps. She reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling on him, silently begging for more. Suddenly he drew back almost all the way, then slammed his entire length into her. She released a sharp cry of pleasure before she could help it. Then she bit her lip to silence herself. The last thing Stacy wanted was for Emily to come racing in and find her mother getting fucked on her desk. Dave's balls slapped against her butt cheeks over and over as he drove himself in and out of her gushing cunt. She gasped with each hard stroke and tried to remember that she was being forced to do this.
Then he helped her to recall that fact by pulling completely out and lowering his aim. He rubbed the head of his dripping cock over her virginal asshole. Her own juices had flowed down her butt crack to lubricate her wrinkled rosebud. She tried to clench it tight, but he simply pressed hard and the tip slid into her. She whimpered, then held her breath waiting for the violent thrust. Instead he pressed forwards slowly, sensing her uncertainty. Giving her only an inch at a time and slowly fucking in and out until he had the entire length of his rod impaled in her ass. He stopped and waited for a long moment to let her become accustomed to the feelings. He slowly slid his cock back and forth, fucking her rosebud whiles she gave little pants and gasps. The rhythmic clenching of her bunghole around the base of his cock was driving him to orgasm. For her own part, Stacy's cunt was throbbing and pulsating. Her clit extended and swollen with blood. Her juices running down her legs and butt cheeks and pooling under her on the desktop. Her fingers sought out her pussy and began rubbing furiously, pinching and pulling at her lips and clit.
Then he was pulling loose from her and dragging her face to his groin. The slight smell of his dripping member aimed at her face could not stop the massive orgasm she had just started. He stroked his cock several times then stiffened as shot after shot of cum exploded onto her face and hair. She was locked in her own orgasm and couldn't have complained if she had wanted to. He wiped his cock on her hair then pulled up his pants, smiling at the sight of her. She lay naked on her desk, cum dripping from her face, her asshole still slightly open and swollen, her pussy dripping with her own cum and a puddle of mixed fluids running onto the floor to soak into the carpeting. Dave picked up his case and walked to the door.
"I'll be back." His Arnold Schwartzenegger impression was pathetic. Stacty stared at him and suddenly realized he was leaving. She jumped off the desk, slipping on the wetness and landing on her butt on the wet carpet. She crawled to her clothes and dragged them with her behind her desk.
