Sandra was having difficulty wrapping her head around the situation. It had been a long time since she'd done what he was asking, and even then it was for her boyfriend at the time, a guy she had dated for a while. She didn't know Simon beyond work, and at present he was even less than a colleague, he was a total stranger.
What was she supposed to do? He stood over her expectantly, completely disregarding the mute-appeal in her eyes.
"Come on, Sandra," he cajoled. "You chose this, remember?" He checked his watch and it glinted evilly in the room's yellow light. "We don't have all night. Get going."
Although he would have preferred a more seductive setting, even romance, he couldn't afford to show affection or weakness at this stage. Then she would know he cared about her, and he needed her to learn not to question him. That, and he was becoming rather desperate to ease his cock.
Hesitantly Sandra clambered up from her sitting position, onto her knees and reached for his belt. It was thick black leather, reminding her of an old horror movie with a serial-killer who strangled his victims with his belt after raping them. Shaking off the morbid thought, she tried to concentrate on her task. After she unbuckled his belt she flinched as he whipped it from his trousers to assist her.
'How kind of him to help,' she thought sarcastically, unlocking the catch on his grey suit-pants and pulling his underwear down to release him. Simon's large cock burst forward as though it had been confined in too small a space, and as she stared at it she believed that was definitely the case.
It seemed to strain toward her, thick and heavy with arousal, as though it knew she was its source of pleasure. She could hear his uneven breathing, and noticed how his body trembled slightly. Both his hands positioned themselves on the cabinet similarly to when he first cornered her, supporting himself in preparation for what was to come.
"Listen carefully, Sandra," he breathed, shifting his feet in his excitement. "At first, you're going to suck me with your eyes closed. I'll tell you when to open them. I want to hear everything - sucking and moaning. Close your eyes like you're sucking a straw on a chocolate milkshake, none of that 'squinting shut' crap you pulled in our kiss. And when I tell you to open your eyes, you're gonna be looking at me with moons and stars in them. Now, go!"
Using the image of rape at his hands to motivate her, Sandra began her task, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, and grasping his thigh with the other for support. His cock felt hot in her hand and was large in girth, not practical-joke big, but enough for her to know her mouth would be stretched to its limit. Before she could prevent the thought, she pictured a python swallowing an antelope whole.
Cursing her imagination, she felt her jaw stretch as wide as possible, she slowly slid her lips over the head, and he gasped in ecstasy. It was much easier to close her eyes than keep them open. She didn't want to see his cruel, handsome face watching her degradation. Absolutely she wanted to bite his dick off.
But remembering 'option one', Sandra got on with it, rhythmically pumping the base of his shaft with her hand and using her tongue on the underside as she sucked, tracing the veins, tasting his musky male scent, feeling the velvety texture of him as her mouth was filled with a mix of cock, saliva and pre-cum.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, like a whore.
"Oh, God, Sandra," he groaned, "that feels amazing. You're so good at this."
Sandra's cheeks burned in embarrassment. How dared he tell her she was a good cocksucker?
Without realising it himself, Simon started making small thrusts with his hips. He couldn't help it, he was only half-way in and her little wet mouth on his cock made him feel like King of the world. In his pleasure he very nearly forgot the most important part of his plan. Opening his eyes and looking down at her, he almost blew his wad.
Her eyes were closed as though she was in the midst of an orgasm, her long dark lashes adding to the effect. Her cute pink lips stretched obscenely around his cock, making slurpy sucking sounds. He watched half his cock, all that could fit, disappear into her mouth again and again, shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum. The corners of her hot lips were wet with fluids, which began to seep out and edge down her chin as she pumped him in and out. Her moans vibrated right down his shaft to his balls, and the sound of her ragged breathing drove him wild. He couldn't last much longer.
Quickly, Simon slipped one hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Though he doubted she would notice, he held it toward the back of him, out of her line of sight. Unlocking the keypad, with shaking fingers he selected the camera option, and aimed it at Sandra.
Sandra had no idea what he was doing. She felt his body shift when he took one hand off the cabinet but the other remained, still supporting him.
'Just get through this,' she thought. 'Once he gets what he wants you can leave.' These thoughts replayed in her mind until Simon spoke.
After filming her enthusiastically milking him like a two-dollar hooker, he decided to take things up a notch.
"You love my cock, don't you?" he panted, making sure the camera scanned the top of her head, before capturing her face.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned in agreement.
He took his other hand off the cabinet and ran his fingers through her curls, tightening them into a fist.
