"Do you promise not to tell anyone...I mean anyone?" The feisty redhead asked Sandra, with a look of concern on her face.
"I promise." Sandra replied, as she studied the woman's every move.
"Ron James found out I was stealing from the company. He made me fuck him. You already know where. You found the button."
"Damn it Sandra! I was blackmailed." Added Sarah, seeming over emotional. Tears began to form in her eyes.
"It's alright Sarah. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Sandra comforted the sobbing redhead. "I'll make sure he goes to jail."
"NO DON'T!" Sarah quickly responded to Sarah's last comment. "Promise me you won't tell anyone or he'll show my family the pictures he took."
"All right...Thanks for your co-operation." Sandra thanked Sarah as she left the office. Could she believe what Sarah had just told her?
She suddenly remembered the e-mail that was sent to her. It instructed her to be in room 4B in half an hour. She had five minutes before the hellish appointment with her blackmailer. She immediately asked around for Ron James. She actually squeezed some info out of a fellow employee.
"Mr. James left at lunch. He's at a big meeting right now." Her co-worker explained. Sandra thanked him. She then ran as fast as she could towards room 4B. She entered the dark, cold, and empty room.
"Hello Sandra." She heard a masculine voice in a comforting tone greet her.
"Who..." As Sandra spoke, she was interrupted by the mysterious figure.
"Shhhhhh...It's all right Sandra. I know."
The man gently grasped Sandra's waist and kissed her passionately. Sandra's body reacted to the man's soft touch, as her panties immediately moistened. He lifted up Sandra's beige skirt, exposing her lower body to the room's cool breeze. He continued to kiss her with his warm lips tightly pressing against hers. Tongue action soon took place. Their tongues battled, doing a dance of their own.
Sandra could feel her black, laced panties being slowly removed, gently falling down her creamy thighs, towards her soft, small ankles. Her hot, little pussy quivered with an unknown excitement as it dripped excitedly. The man unzipped his pants and pulled out his warm fleshy tool. His fingers trailed down towards Sandra's wet pussy, as he rubbed her sensitive area gently. Sandra cooed, pleased by the man's strong hands. She didn't expect to be this aroused. She felt so dirty, naughty, ashamed, but that somehow heightened her arousal.
He inserted two fingers into Sandra’s wet, burning snatch. He pumped them rapidly as his thumb rubbed her hard, little clit. Sandra could hear her pussy making wet slopping sounds, as the man quickly pumped his fingers in and out, with skill.
Soon enough his fingers glided out but his hard cock eagerly replaced them. Sandra felt guilty for some reason, but that guilt was immediately shielded by her anticipation. The man slid his rigid member into Sandra with one smooth thrust. She could hear her juices sopping and bubbling as the man quickly pumped in and out of her. She bucked back onto the man roughly, enjoying the quick, hard fuck. Her body burned as they fucked like wild animals. Hot sweat emitted from all over her body.
She shook with violent convulsions as her orgasm intensely started. Her pussy gripped the man's cock like a vice, squeezing him with her lower muscles, as she came all over him. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips, and biting down on her lower lip tightly, until her orgasm subsided. The man slid out of her and roughly jerked his rock hard cock until Sandra could feel a warm splash of semen spray into her soft, dark pubic hair. It dribbled down her soft, long legs. The man hugged her, pressing her soft tits onto his muscular chest. They breathed in unison, completely exhausted.
Sandra came back down to earth, realizing this was her chance to find out if Ron James was really her blackmailer. Breaking the warm embrace, she quickly ran towards a light switch, and flicked it. To her surprise, she saw Jeff Chambers. Her eyes widened, unable to comprehend what was going on. |