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Office Ordeal
Date: 8/22/2024, Categories: Diary , Authoritarian, Blackmail, Coercion Female exhibitionist, Job/Place-of-work Water Sports/Pissing, Wife Author: Suziesue, Source: sexstories.com
... never had much to do. “All right.” Robin soon was in the room, closing the door behind him. “You got a minute, Mrs T.?” Grinning. ”Of course, Robin. Sit down.” Robin sat. Sue waited, but Robin just sat and said nothing. ”Is there something I can do for you, Robin?” ”Yeah,” Robin said. “There sure is, Mrs T..” ”What is it?” Sue said, puzzled and a bit annoyed. ”I’ll tell you,” Robin said. “You can do for me just what you did for that guy you had in here this morning.” Sue, staring at him, felt her stomach turn over. “What?” she said faintly. ”For a start,” Robin said. Sue’s head was swimming. She had to get hold of her mind. “What—what are you talking about?” ”Come on now, Mrs T.. You know, all right. I saw you, you know.” ”You—you saw—“ ”That’s right. All of it. And damn, it looked good, too,” Robin said, grinning. ”I—“Sue said. “I—wait—I don’t—“ ”You didn’t know about the setup, did you?” Robin said. “Not many do any more. It was put in way back. But I know, okay?” ”Set up?” ”I watch all the time,” Robin said. “But till now I didn’t see anything much. But you just never know, right?” Sue was faint. “You—you watched—you saw—“ ”Right. But don’t worry, Mrs T.. I’m gonna keep it to myself, okay? I’m a clam, and you can count on that. As long as you’re nice to me.” ”What? Why, you—you filthy—Are you trying—“ ”Now calm down,” Robin said. “It’s not like you’re a virgin, Mrs T..” ”You get out of here,” Sue said. ...
... “Right now.” ”Not so fast,” Robin said. “What if I go talk to Mr Dallis about this, hmm? I’ll bet even old McKnight would be fascinated. How long do you think you’d be working here, Mrs T.?” ”You filthy bastard!” Sue said. “You can’t blackmail me! Who do you think you are? Nobody will believe a damn thing you say about me. You scum! Did you really think I would—for you—“ ”I guess,” Robin said, “you didn’t know about the camera either, did you?” ”Camera?” Now Robin got up, taking something from his jacket pocket, walking toward the cabinet on one wall, fiddling with her VCR machine. “Watch,” Robin said. In a moment Sue sat frozen as an image appeared on the screen—it was her, standing in front of the fat man. Now she was going down onto her knees. Now she was undoing his fly. And now she was taking him into her mouth and -- ”Oh god!” Sue said. “Oh dear god, no!” ”Good picture, isn’t it?” Robin said. ”Stop it!” Sue said. “Turn it off!” ”But it’s so great,” Robin said. “I don’t want to stop watching it. God, look at that!” Sue, shaking, wanted to go and turn it off herself, but she couldn’t; as if paralyzed, she had to sit there and watch herself sucking that fat pig’s penis, watch as Robin was watching, watch that bobbing head, that moving mouth, that kneeling, servile body. ”Stop it,” Sue said, choking, almost panting. “Please. Please stop it.” ”No way,” Robin said, and Sue hid her eyes with her hand, but still she could hear the sound, the ...