Natasha blearily snoozed her alarm as it went off. She couldn't believe it was morning already, she felt like she barely slept. Most of her night had been spent tossing and turning in bed, unable to get the events of the previous evening out of her head. Unable to stop the images of her giving the asst. IT manager a blowjob from replaying over and over in her mind.
Natasha had never cheated on her husband before, never cheated on any relationship she's been in. And though she and her husband had become sexually inactive the past year, she still remained faithful to him.
So did giving someone a blowjob count as cheating even if she was blackmailed into doing it? She wasn't sure. She was torn between telling her husband about it or just keeping it secret. Then she remembered what had happened the last time she shared her troubles with her husband, that's what allowed her to get blackmailed in the first place. A secret then, it will be just her secret. Something she will lock away at the back of her brain and never think about again. She did it for a good cause. She did it not just to save her career but that of her husband's too. He should be thankful that she took the bullet for them... even if he'll never know about it.
She got off her bed and started preparing for her day. Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep but it wasn't bad enough that make-up couldn't cover it. Majority of women put make-up on to enhance their looks, Natasha used make-up simply to hide any weaknesses. Looking frazzled? Lacking sleep? Seeming out-of-sorts? These were all external signs of weaknesses as far as Natasha was concerned, and so she used make-up and pristine clothing to make sure she never looked like she just had a rough night.
She dressed up in her officer's day uniform: A white short-sleeved blouse with epaulettes on the shoulders denoting her 3-stripe rank, a white skirt just above the knee, a belt, nude-colored pantyhose and white 2-inch heel pumps. She put up her hair in a tight, no-nonsense bun and left her cabin to start her day.
Her morning went pretty smoothly. Financial statements to check, money to count, receipts to organize, a disgruntled customer she had to talk to due to an error in their statement... basically enough work to keep her mind occupied which made her almost forget the events of the previous evening. Almost.
Just as she was finishing for lunch, one of her pursers knocked on her door and poked her head in her office.
"What is it, Ana?" Natasha asked.
"Sorry to bother you, Natasha" she replied. "Tanos is here to see you."
Natasha's insides turned cold.
What does he want now?
The big Greek stepped inside her office and closed the door.
"Hi Natasha, how are you doing?" he asked as he took a seat.
"Tanos Metzis", she said it with as much distaste as she could muster. "What do you want." Natasha said it in a way that didn't make it sound like a question.
"Well, after the fun we had last night I thought it would be rude if I didn't check to see how you were doing." Tanos said with a good natured smile.
"There was no 'fun' and there is no 'we'", Natasha said through gritted teeth. "We made a transaction, it is now done. You agreed that that would be the end of it."
Tanos' smile started turning into a leer. "Actually, I never made any promises" he said. "And now that I've had an appetizer, well, I find myself wanting the main course."
Natasha gave Tanos a glare so cold he actually flinched from it. "You. Must. Be.
Fucking
. Joking." She told him in a whisper laced with menace.
"Now, now Natasha" Tanos tried to keep his tone cordial. "Look, you sucked me good last night and I really do appreciate it. But you can't just leave a man hanging like that. It's cruel. So just let me fuck you all the way and we can call it quits. I just want to finish what we started. You can think of it as a compliment, that's how good you were. Besides, you looked like you were enjoying las---"
"NO!!" Natasha slammed her palms on the desk. "How dare you?! Do you think you can now just ask for sex whenever you want?!!"
Natasha's voice was rising. She wasn't too worried about people outside the office hearing them. Every senior officer's office was sound-proofed so they can discuss confidential information inside.
Tanos looked at her livid face, squared his shoulders then took out his phone. "I really didn't want to do this, Natasha. I was hoping you'd be reasonable."
"Oh please, we've already done this whole blackmail thing. This is getting old" Natasha said, trying to make it sound like she didn't care. In truth, she dearly hoped he wouldn't resort to blackmailing her with her balance sheet or email again. If it had worked on her last night, it sure as hell was still going to work on her today.
Tanos didn't say anything, simply opened a few pictures on his phone. To Natasha's surprise, they were pictures of her. Pictures of her sucking a cock, presumably Tanos'.
That bastard took pics of me while I was giving him a blowjob!!
There were 3 pictures in total. Two of them of Natasha with her eyes closed, looking for all the world like she was actually enjoying the cock in her mouth. The 3
rd
was a picture of her covered all in cum.
Dammit! I hate smart phones!
She thought to herself.
"Ok, here's what's going to happen", Tanos said. "You do me good like you did last night, except now we use your pussy instead of your mouth. Once I cum we're done. If you don't do it, I will send these pictures to your husband. Remember, I know his email."
Tanos said it so matter-of-factly that Natasha was taken aback. No smiles this time, no teasing, he just said it like he was reading from a dictionary.
"You... you get the hell out of my office. Now." Natasha said in a voice just as flat.
Calmly, without the least bit of emotion, Tanos created a new email on his phone, attached Natasha's pics, typed in her husband's email and clicked send.
"OH MY GOD!!" Natasha rushed across the desk and grabbed Tanos' phone. "What have you done?!"
Tanos just leaned back in his chair and looked at her. A few seconds passed and Tanos' phone received a new email.
"Message delivery failed".
Natasha couldn't believe her luck. Could the failed delivery have referred to the email Tanos had just sent? Before she could open it Tanos spoke "I purposely misspelled your husband's email address. Added an extra period at the end. I wanted to see just how important this was to you."
Natasha's short burst of relief disappeared with a sinking feeling in her stomach as she slowly started to comprehend that she might just get blackmailed again. "I... I could just chuck this phone out to sea and—"
"Seriously woman", Tanos cut in. "Have you forgotten what I do for a living? I've already backed up those pictures on my laptop, on my home server and on my cloud. Together with your balance sheet and email snapshot. You throw my phone out you'll just piss me off and I'll start asking for more than just a quick fuck."
"Tanos", Natasha's tone was pleading now. Her walls were starting to crumble. "Please don't. This is not right and you know it. Please leave me be. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to fuck you that's why! You're a gorgeous woman, I'm a man. Do the math!" Tanos half-shouted in exasperation. "Also because you act so damn high and mighty which makes me extremely curious to see if your pussy is as frigid as you are."
Natasha didn't know how to reply to that and so she said nothing.
"Now enough of this yapping. We both know you're going to do it anyway, otherwise I'll send that email for real. So bend over that desk and lift your skirt for me!" Tanos said this in such a commanding tone that Natasha had already taken a step towards the table before she realized what she was doing. But Tanos was right, she knew she had no choice but to comply. The alternative was just something that she couldn't let happen.
"Wait, we can't do it here. There are security cameras here." she complained.
Tanos rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. "Well obviously I already deactivated them before coming here. Now let's try this again: bend over that desk and lift your fucking skirt".
Natasha didn't really have much choice in the matter. She steeled her resolve, bent over her desk and hiked her skirt above her waist.
"Take down your pantyhose."
Natasha hooked her thumbs on her pantyhose band and slid them down to her thighs without comment. Now that she was resigned to the act, she figured the less she talked the faster it would finish.
"Bikini panties huh?" Tanos commented as he ran his hands over her panty-covered ass. Goosebumps erupted all over her as she felt his touch. His hands were more callused than she would have expected from a computer geek.
"I'm a bit more of a thong guy but your ass is so tight your cheeks are almost eating up your panties anyway", he teased.
Natasha hooked her thumbs around her black panties and brought them down to her thighs. She was hoping this would shut him up and stop him from caressing her ass further. His touch was making her sick.
"Wow, alright. Down to business eh?" he half laughed.
Natasha heard Tanos spit on his cock and stroke it. He then spit on his hand and started to rub in the lubrication against her pussy. A quick spark of sensation ran over Natasha's body. She hated feeling Tanos' hands on her. She felt violated, abused and humiliated. At the same time, it had been so long since she'd been touched down there that it ignited a brief flurry of pleasure in her brain.
Tanos started playing with her clit. She let out a soft moan from both pleasure and disgust at the act. She immediately bit her lip and stopped herself from making anymore sounds. She was not going to give Tanos the satisfaction of thinking she was enjoying this one bit.
A split second later she realized how difficult that was going to be as Tanos plunged his rock hard cock in her pussy.
"Uuunnngghhhh!" Natasha groaned. Tanos might have lubricated his cock and the lips of her pussy but she was still dry inside. Not to mention that Tanos was bigger than any cock she's had before. It was painful, like fire between her legs. She instinctively closed her legs together but with Tanos taking her from behind, that really didn't do anything to stop him. In fact, it just made her pussy tighter which made it all the more painful.
"NNnnnggh... uunnnnggghhh." She bit into her forearm to stop herself from groaning louder.
