Summer Job

Traffic had been rather heavy and with two stops to pick up food and a six pack of beer, Ron was finally pulling his truck into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Shutting off the engine he looked  around the area before turning his attention to his best ever summer student, who's head was slowly sliding up and down his cock.

Since leaving the shop Diandra had been as Ron put it, cleaning up the mess she had made on his cock. Having cum so recently in his office, he was happy to just feel the warm confines of Diandra's mouth as she worked her tongue over his cock, coaxing it gently back to life.

"We're here princess." Diandra stopped her sucking and began to lift her head away from his cock until Ron placed his hand in her hair and stopped her.  "No...no, keep sucking princess...just for a few more moments."

Both Diandra's cheeks burned red with shame as she paused with her mouth half way down Ron's cock. Bent over the console of his truck, Diandra had never felt more humiliated in her entire life. The drive over had proven that anyone with a semi decent vantage point could see exactly what she was doing inside the truck.

Several honks had been heard and there was even a few men that had hollered out their windows while they were driving. It was a moment that had mortified Diandra to her core. Giving blow jobs wasn't ever something she particularly enjoyed doing and now between Ron's office and the drive, she spent the better of an hour and half, with his cock in her mouth.

The only breaks she had from sucking and cleaning off Ron's cock, was when they stopped to get the food and his beer. Though she had been happy to have his dick out of her mouth, the humiliation didn't seem to stop just because they where out of the truck. Surrounded by people while waiting for their food, Ron pointed out that she had missed some of her lunch and it had landed on her shirt.

More than a few people had curiously looked at the beautiful woman and noticed the wet spots and white stains that had fallen from the earlier blowjob. Without realizing it, Diandra had shrunk into Ron in an attempt to get away from the looks.

"Keep sucking princess." Ron groaned the second Diandra's mouth began to descend again down his shaft. "You've improved since earlier Diandra, seems you just need more practice." Complimenting Diandra as he reached her gag reflex, Ron removed his phone from the dash board. Opening a program on his phone, he was linked in to the camera feed from under his dash board.

The angle he had selected was pretty close to what he had envisioned when installing the hidden camera.  With her hair up in a pony tail, Diandra's face was fully visible and anyone seeing this video would easily and perfectly see who it was giving him road head.

Ron continued to watch on his phone while Diandra licked his shaft back to full hardness. "Lick the full length princess...slowly!" With her position it was more like licking the side of Ron's cock as opposed to the underside. But when slowing down, it looked super slutty to the camera lens and Ron took a screen capture of his phone before closing it and putting it away. "Fuck your such a little slut Diandra."

The taste of Ron's cum was still filling her mouth from earlier and Diandra shuddered, feeling for the first time in her young life, like she actually was a slut. Perhaps it was the stress of what was happening or the way Ron had seemingly made sure people knew what they were doing, but Diandra had to tell herself that she wasn't anything close to what he said she was.

"We've all talked about how amazing a blow job from you would be, did you know that?" Ron's words seemed to hit a mark with Diandra as she paused again, his cock just barely in her mouth now. "Oh! That's right...you think all the guys respected you..."

Never before had Diandra needed a moment just to get her bearings, to clear her thoughts and see through the lies. But with Ron's cock still in her mouth she seemed more malleable to his words, they just seemed to hit harder in her current circumstance.

"Well far from it Diandra, they just wanted to see a spoiled little princess like you on her knees." Taunting Diandra was bringing another orgasm very close and Ron needed to slow himself down. "Your little boyfriend told everyone about your amazing cock sucking skills and believe me little girl, they just ate up when Jeff told em that with just a taste of alcohol or a hit off a joint, you spread your legs in seconds."

Lifting her mouth off his cock, Diandra did her best to wipe her mouth and glared up at Ron, seemingly reaching the limit of his taunts  "I didn't give Jeff a  blow job! I never fucked him! I don't even smoke pot! All of that is bullshit!"

The way she was fuming told Ron she was telling the truth about what hadn't happened with Jeff. "Is it? Well doesn't that just make me happy." Ron couldn't take his eyes away from her face. He truly felt Diandra had never looked hotter than she did right now. Both eyes were watery, her nose was running and there was drool coating her chin.

"Glad you're happy." Wiping her mouth and chin, Diandra fully sat up and while sarcastic with Ron, she was happy to be even just a slight distance away from him.

"Well your job now is to make me happy, princess." Ron looked closely into Diandra's eyes, there was a fire there now, but Ron could see through it to the scared girl who just had his cock in her mouth. "So if you didn't blow him, then tell me princess, how many men have you sucked off?"

"Sucked off? You're disgusting!" Turning away from Ron, Diandra looked out her window shaking her head. "How is that any of your fucking business?"

Before he could even think about what he was doing, Ron's arm launched at Diandra and he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her over the console and  back towards him. "Listen slut, loose the fucking attitude!"  The anger seemed to override his caution at moving things slowly. "And it's my fucking business, because I have a right to know how loose the slut is I'm going to fuck!"

For a moment Ron worried he might have pushed things way to fast and that Diandra may get terrified and bolt. But the fear in her eyes and the way she winced, going limp from his attack, spoke volumes to the older man. It was clear no one had ever treated her this way, no one had ever struck her and it was a tool he planned to make use of more.

"Now answer the question, without the fucking attitude!" His command was followed immediately by a slight slap to Diandra's cheek.

The slap wasn't all that hard, but Diandra winced more from the shock of it and cried out when  her pony tail was pulled sharply again. Diandra was terrified by his sudden and out of nowhere, burst of anger. "Just...just my ex..."

"That explains the shitty blow jobs." Releasing his grip on her hair, Ron grabbed Diandra by her chin and turned her head to face him. "I don't like to be mean princess, but I can do a lot more to you, than just turn you in. Do what you're told without a fucking attitude, because you wouldn't like me upset, so don't make me, understood?"

"Ye...yes..." Diandra's voice came out as a shaky whisper, aware that at the moment, no one knew where she was or that she was even with Ron.

"There's my good girl..." Blackmailing someone was new territory for Ron, but he'd had lots of experience over the years manipulating and dominating the women he'd been with. There were several keys to getting what he wanted and the blackmail had certainly given him the ability to speed things up.

With this knowledge he knew that even though he had rushed things, this was another victory over Diandra's willpower and resistance to him. To further play with Diandra, Ron's voice instantly became friendly and he leaned in close, placing his lips against hers.

Shocked by the sudden turn in his mood, Diandra's eyes went wide, but after his outburst, she didn't dare try and stop Ron from kissing her, not even when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

"Good girl." Breaking the kiss, Ron gave another, soft, lighter kiss on her forehead. "Grab the food in the back and let's go, I think it's well past time to have you in bed."

Even though she was happy that the kiss had ended, the idea of what was coming just churned her stomach. Looking out the window to take in her current surroundings, the apartment complex was a three story building, not unlike what a retirement community might look like. Only this place was far more run down and old looking.

People were moving about, heading up the stairs that went to the different levels. While looking around, Diandra spotted a heavy set woman leaning against the railing on the second level, smoking a cigarette. The women smiled when they made eye contact and Diandra's cheeks went flame red, realizing that this woman had just watched her giving Ron a blow job.

What really struck Diandra and hit hard, was that this woman didn't seem bothered at all with the fact that Ron had grabbed and manhandled her. Instead she just winked and smiled back at her, like she believed it was just some naughty fun.

Doing her best to ignore the fact the woman was still staring at her, Diandra climbed out of the truck and grabbed the food from the back seat. Following closely behind her supervisor, Diandra could feel the woman's eyes following her with every step she took up the stairs. When they reached the landing on the second level, Diandra was relieved that Ron began to walk in the opposite direction of where that woman was still watching her.

Coming to a stop in front of a fading doorway, Ron unlocked and opened the door, before motioning Diandra to go ahead of him.  There was something about walking into Ron's apartment that seemed to send a a chill up her spine.

Even though she had agreed to Ron's demented stipulations and had gone down on him twice since, there was no question of what would happen inside his apartment and that felt like a punch right to her stomach.

"In..."

Diandra knew it was an order and it caused her chin to tremble, Ron's voice was cold in his command. Looking up at Ron and then back down the walk way towards the woman still smiling and watching her, Diandra shivered and walked into Ron's apartment. The sound of the door closing and the lock being clicked into place caused Diandra to jump.

"I know it's not the fancy places you're used to princess." Moving up behind Diandra, Ron gently patted her ass. "But this is what alimony and child support payments get ya." Ron began to rub soft circles on Diandra's ass, enjoying the firmness of the backside he had stared at since her placement had begun. "Mhmm...so nice..."

Looking around Ron's apartment it wasn't very large. They were standing in the living room, which shared that common area with the dinning room. Off the dinning room was a door that Diandra could see led into the kitchen. A small hallway was in front of them, an open bedroom door at the end of it, with two other doors that Diandra couldn't see inside.

Though not overly filthy, the apartment had a general uncleanliness to it, thin layers of dust covered the television and entertainment center. Several empty beer bottles sat on the coffee table and end tables. Some pictures on the wall caught Diandra's attention and she could see the family resemblance in whom she guessed was Ron's son and daughter.

Taking the food from Diandra, Ron walked into what counted as his kitchen and placed them on the counter. Stepping back out into the main area, he looked Diandra up and down while she stood in place by the door, to nervous to even take a step forward.

While disciplining Diandra in his truck had taken the edge off his horniness, his cock was quickly rising back to attention. "Boots off and come here."

There wasn't a large distance between them, but Diandra was certain that she could unlock the door and get away now if she really tried. The idea made her think for a moment, but Diandra feared it would be pointless, Ron would just turn her in then for sure. Undoing her work boots and slipping out of them, she saw that Ron hadn't moved a muscle and was still waiting for her to come to him.

"That's a good girl..." Ron took one small step forward to meet Diandra, bringing his hands up to grab the collar of her t shirt. In a swift motion, Ron pulled and yanked at the shirt, tearing it from Diandra's body. Licking his lips hungrily, Ron took in the scared look in Diandra's eyes, before staring at the sight of Diandra's D cup breasts, only hidden now by her white bra.

Watching the remnants of her shirt tossed aside, Diandra grimaced when Ron grabbed both her breasts. "Mphh...Ron..."

"Shhh princess...once again, I don't care what you have to say." Ron weighed Diandra's breasts, squeezing and pulling on them. "You're not here because I value your mind or anything you have to say." Ron reached up and wrapped his hand around Diandra's throat, sensing and seizing another chance to strike at Diandra's resistance. "You're here as my new fuck toy..."

Once again Diandra needed the time to process what was happening, to try and catch up with everything that had and was going on. Ron was not a type of man she had ever come across, or the depths with which he was willing to corrupt her. "Mphh..." Diandra grunted as Ron's hand slid around to the back of her neck.

"And I think it's time to put this little princess to bed."

The blow jobs had held his lust in check, but after weeks of staring and fantasizing over Diandra, Ron wasn't about to wait any longer. Stress had consumed him with what would happen if his little scheme went wrong, but now Diandra was half naked and at his mercy, he was done waiting.

Using his grip on her neck, Ron began to push Diandra down the short hallway and towards his bedroom. The only resistance Diandra could offer up was some quiet mewlings as she was unable to prevent herself being shoved into the bedroom, fully opening it before being pushed inside.

The bedroom was cluttered like the rest of the apartment, clothes littered the floor and the queen sized bed was unmade. Nightstands were on either side of the bed and while one had an alarm clock, and a thick layer of dust on it, the other had an ashtray and a cell phone charger.

A large tv was on the dresser, which had most of it's drawers partially open. Diandra saw sitting beside the television and pointed towards the bed, was a camcorder that was propped up on some old DVD cases.

Pushing Diandra to the foot of his bed, Ron fumbled for a moment with the clasp on her bra, before he finally managed to get it undone. "Fuck these are nice tits!" Turning Diandra around to face him, Ron's hands again began to manipulate the young, firm breasts.

Squeezing and digging his fingers into the soft flesh, Ron brought his mouth down to engulf Diandra's surprisingly erect nipple. "Delicious..." Quiet whimpers reached his ear from his guest and Ron simply smiled, pinching the nipple between his teeth.

"Ahhh..." Diandra winced and cried out from the sudden pressure, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, the instant Ron released her nipple.

"Sorry princess, couldn't resist." Ron was eating up the look of pain that crossed Diandra's face, but more than that, he was salivating over how innocent she clearly was.  "Beautiful..." Stepping away from Diandra for just a moment, Ron closed the bedroom door.

There was no need for him to close the door as Ron lived alone and they weren't about to be interrupted. But looking at Diandra standing nervously and half naked at the foot of his bed, that was entirely the point. Without saying a word he was showing Diandra that not only was she not going anywhere, but that no one was coming to save her.

"Get your pants off." Ron's voice normally didn't show a great deal of gentleness, but now feeling like he had all the power over Diandra and filled with a growing lust, his words were a low, demanding tone.

While her deep brown eyes shimmered, they never left Ron who was moving now towards the dresser and the television. "What are you doing?" Almost the exact opposite of Ron's voice, Diandra's was shaky and quiet.

"Getting the camera ready." Ron had filmed his ex wives before, as well as many of the prostitutes and loose women he had brought home before, in fact he had a large collection of those videos on his computer. When planning out this first evening with Diandra, he had only wanted her to see the camera, to know that it would be in her future.

But with how Diandra had been reacting and submitting to him, along with how timid she seemed already, Ron figured it would was the perfect time to further his hold over her. "You have been on camera before?"

"No..." Diandra quickly shook her head while Ron turned on the television and picked up his camcorder. "You...you're not filming me!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it princess. If you're good...it's our secret." With the camera directly linked into the TV, Diandra's image flashed up on the large screen. "Well our secret and a few close friends of mine..."

The chuckle from Ron filled her ears and Diandra looked at the scared, half naked woman on the screen. It wasn't enough she was about to sleep with him, but he was now going to film her and show his friends. "You can't let this happen!" Diandra scolded herself, her brain trying to fight through the tsunami of emotions rushing through her.

"Pants off!"

Closing her eyes to try and block out her TV self looking back at her, Diandra's hands reached shakily for the button on her jeans. Popping the snap open she hesitated for a moment, her inner voice tried pleading with her to stop what she was doing. "What else can I do?" Diandra again asked herself the same question.

Looking quickly to the closed door, she knew it was only the first hurdle of getting out of Ron's apartment. Even if Ron did let her run out of there, she had no shirt left to go into public with, nor did she doubt Ron would follow through on his threats and have her arrested.

"Please...don't show anyone..."

Zooming the camera in on Diandra's breasts, Ron had a large, shit eating grin on his face. Once again he had pushed Diandra's limits and once again she had caved.  "It's my video princess, I'll show anyone I want to...so be a good girl, get your pants off, or I'll be forced to show your daddy." Ron's voice was softer now but his threat to Diandra was filled with truth.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into..." Diandra's voice was barely above a whisper and her shivering lips, barely formed the words coming out of her mouth.

Far from feeling like the confident and strong young woman she was, Diandra tried to vow to herself that she would find a way out of this mess, no matter what. Like her lips though, both of her hands were shaking as she pushed her jeans down to the floor. The immediate direction from Ron, ordering her to get on the bed, really didn't come as a surprise.

The old bed squeaked quietly as Diandra sat down on it and she began to shift herself into position, under Ron's direction. Almost instantly she began to be assailed by the beds pungent odour. Much like the man who slept there every night, the bed had absorbed his aroma.  "Ugh..." Diandra's voice was quiet, but the bedding hadn't been washed in quite some time, making it's odour worse than Ron himself.

Laying her head on the pillow, Diandra brought her legs together and covered her breasts with her hands, doing the best she could, to keep her modesty even for just a moment.  Like an after thought, Ron pulled her socks off and tossed them aside, gently running his hand and trailing his fingers along her bared feet.

Like a moth to a flame her eyes were unable to look away from the television behind Ron. The camera started slowly at her feet and panned up her smooth, silky legs, pausing briefly on the white, cotton panties she was wearing.