Larry pulled the flashdrive from his laptop as he sat at his desk. He had worked all weekend at editing the video he had taken of his day at the hotel with Patricia. The end product was a video of a woman giving herself over to her wanton desires, sucking and fucking his cock multiple times, even begging for it at times. He made sure that when he sent her home to hubby, she went with both a belly and pussy full of his cum. He walked down the hall to Patricia's office. No one was in the building yet. He was always a couple hours earlier than everyone else. He laid a note on her desk and went back to his office.
Patricia walked into the building, self-conscious that everyone was looking at her because they knew what her boss had done to her on Friday. She desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened to her the previous week was just a dream. A terrible, yet exciting, dream. She had spent her Saturday shopping all day, just to stay out of the house. On Sunday she went to church trying to find some kind of absolution. She saw the note on her desk as soon as she opened her office door. She picked it up with trembling hands. "Come see me immediately!" was all it said. Patricia sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. "Is this never going to end?" She wept out loud.
She walked into Larry's office fifteen minutes later, having composed herself. "You wanted to see me?" She said for his secretary's sake, as she opened Larry's door and stuck her head inside. She knew how secretary's love to gossip. She wanted to appear as businesslike as possible, giving her nothing to speculate on.
"Please come in Patricia." Larry knew what she was doing and thought he'd play along. At least for now.
Patricia walked in and closed the door behind her. Larry just pointed to the chair in front of his desk. She felt her body beginning to tremble as she sat down.
Larry got up from his chair and walked around his desk, holding out a flashdrive for her to take. "This is for you."
"What is it?" She felt the bile of fear churning up from her gut.
Larry just smiled at her as he sat back on the edge of his desk. "Think of it as an insurance policy."
Patricia fought back the tears. She wanted to breakdown and sob. "Insurance for what?"
"Insurance for your compliance until I'm done with you. Watch it when you get back to your desk if you want to. It's better than any of that porn you've watched before." Then he laughed. "And you're the star." Larry saw that broken look on her face again as his words registered with her.
"What? When? Why?" Was all she could sob out.
"I recorded our entire day together last Friday in the hotel room. What you have there are your best screen shots. You really are one hot slut when you let those cravings of yours take control." Patricia sobbed uncontrollably. Larry leaned forward. "I'd be a little more quiet if I were you. Charlene might hear you and want to know what's going on." Patricia forced herself to calm down. "As far as the 'why' is concerned. I wanted something more than just your indiscretions on the internet to keep you in line. Hubby may forgive your internet indiscretions. But I don't think he'll be so forgiving when he sees what a cheating whore you are, and how much you love it."
Patricia hung her head and sobbed softly. She was a broken woman. And yet she found herself wondering what the future would be like. She truly had a love/hate relationship with this man and what he was doing to her. She hated him. But she loved what he was doing to her. He was forcing her to playout her darkest fantasies that she had since her teenage years. "Why are you doing this to me? I've done everything you've demanded." She sobbed.
"And you're going to keep doing everything I demand of you. Hubby will never see this flashdrive as long as you remain my compliant slut. Understand?" Patricia just nodded, unable to speak. "Good. Now pull yourself together. I'll get rid of Charlene long enough for you to get back to your office and clean yourself up." He paused for a moment. "Believe it or not, I don't want to deal with the secretary gossip pool either. Not that I care what gets out. I'll probably have to eventually deal with it. But not right now. Go get your work done. I'll let you know what's expected of you when I'm ready for you." Then he stood up to move towards the door. "By the way, nice dress. It really accentuates those nice tits of yours."
The first thing she did after getting back to her office was to stick the flashdrive in her computer. Her curiosity was stronger than her fear of seeing what was on it. Her heart sank as she watched this slut in the video servicing a cock and begging for it like some kind of professional whore. She started sobbing again. This made her look exactly like what she was. She knew she'd lose everything with her husband if he saw it. Then she found herself getting angry with him for allowing this to happen to her. 'Why didn't he give me what I needed?' her brained screamed to her every time she thought of him. She felt herself becoming more and more distant from him. She just kept telling herself, 'he's a good man.'
Tuesday morning brought Patricia a new note from Larry. "Stop in my office after work!" was all it said. She waited till she was certain most of the office staff had left for the day before she threw a few things in her purse, then walked down to Larry's office. She saw no value in knocking since no one else was in the office complex. She opened the door and walked in.
Larry was sitting at his desk waiting for her. The two stared at each other for several seconds. "Strip!" Patricia hesitated, but then laid her purse on the chair in front of his desk and began to take her clothes off. "I was going to ask you how your day was. But then I realized I don't give a fuck how your day was. I don't have much time. But it's been a shitty day. I thought it'd be nice to get some head from my favorite slut." Patricia looked down at the floor as she removed her dress, then her bra and panties. She couldn't look her boss in the eye. "Now get on your hands and knees and crawl around here."
Patricia's head hung in shame as she crawled around the desk, her tits swaying from side to side. She felt those mixed feelings of shame and excitement building in her again. When she turned the back corner of his desk, she saw he'd already pulled his pants down. She crawled till she was right in front of him, then sat back on her calves. She knelt and stared at his cock, wanting to reach out and take it, but also wanting to resist to try and salvage a shred of dignity.
"What the hell are you waiting for you stupid cunt? I know you know what to do. You did it so well last Friday." Patricia reached for his cock with both hands. One cupped his balls while the other began stroking the length of his shaft. "Mmmm! Now that's the slut I've come to know. Get me hard. Then use those tits of yours. I do enjoy fucking them."
