BlackmailedbyHisRival

by Adriana Rossi

  Then his delicious, wet tongue slid inside her pussy and she abandoned her fight. Mary arched her back as he flicked his tongue inside her, sucking her juice. She grabbed his head and curled her fingers into his hair. She stifled a moan as his tongue probed deep inside her. Pleasure washed over her as his tongue swirled in delicate, circular motions. Mary cried out as he licked and sucked, eating her out as if she was a delectable dessert. Then he rammed his tongue in and out, and Mary clamped her hands over her mouth as she screamed. She felt her pussy squeeze his tongue as it contracted, pleasure making her twist in the chair.

  Mr. Gray’s tongue slid out of her. He stood up, licking his lips as he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her arousal from his chin. Mary closed her wet thighs, heaving from her orgasm. Mr. Gray’s face was indiscernible as he wiped all trace of her cum on his face and tucked the cloth back into his shirt pocket.

  “You can come in now.”

  Mary shrieked in alarm and attempted to pull up her skirt as the door opened. She couldn’t pull up her nylons and panties fast enough as three business men walked into the room.

  They laughed as they saw her half naked, struggling to pull up her nylons.

  “Keep them off,” Mr. Gray said in a cool voice. “I daresay you won’t need them in my office.”

  The three men roared with laughter as Mary’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She ignored him and lifted up her skirt to pull on her panties. The young man wolf whistled as he caught a view of her bare backside and the others laughed on cue.

  Burning with shame and rage, she got up and strode for the exit.

  “I don’t remember telling you to leave.”

  Mr. Gray’s sardonic voice made her stop in her tracks. The young man was smirking at her, and Mary realized that she recognized the three men. They were former employees of Mr. Gray’s that he had brought over.

  “I want to introduce you to three of my colleagues. Gordon Levy, Walt Young, and Brian Turner. They need some extra help around the office and I knew that you would be perfect for the job. You are to do anything they ask of you.”

  There was a slight emphasis on ‘anything’ that made Mary’s stomach turn over. Mary shook her head at the smile on his face. She couldn’t do this. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

  “You know what I think?”

  And Mr. Gray approached her until they were face to face. Mary quailed under his furious gaze.

  “I think you’re a liar and I think you deserve to be punished. I know very well that Mr. White visited you in your home last night.”

  Mary felt a thrill of fear as her worst fears were confirmed. His lips bent to her ear, and Mary flinched as though she was afraid he would hit her.

  “I still have that photo. Shall I show it to these gentlemen?” he whispered.

  There was a roaring in her ears as her heart beat like a wild bird in a cage. “No, please Mr. Gray. That’s not necessary. I’ll do as you ask.”

  Her heart sunk as Mr. Gray pulled away with a slight smile on his lips.

  * * *

  “Hey, I need a copy of this—like—pronto.”

  A young, male voice interrupted her work. She looked up from the email she was composing and frowned. It was Brian, one of the men that Mr. Gray made her promise to serve. He slapped a piece of paper on her desk.

  Mary shot him an annoyed glance. “Yes, of course Mr. Turner,” she said through her teeth.

  “Watch the attitude, honey.”

  Honey? Anger reared in her chest as she grinded her jaw and nodded. Brian Turner was the youngest of the employees Mr. Gray had brought over, and perhaps the most obnoxious.

  “What did he want?” The admin assistant who shared her cubicle leaned over. She had noticed the exchange and watched Brian walk away with narrowed eyes.

  “Just being an ass,” Mary hissed as she glanced over the paperwork she was supposed to copy. Each of them had secretaries. Why did they feel the need to bother her with busywork? Oh, yes. She was being punished by her psychopath boss. Memories of Mr. White screaming insults at her echoed inside her head. She remembered her hatred for him—a hatred that now seemed silly. Mr. Gray made Matthew look like a reasonable, sweet-tempered man.

  Claire snorted with laughter. “You know, I heard from someone in HR that they’re making a lot more than usual for someone with their position. But it’s just those three.”

  “What?” Mary was aghast at this piece of juicy gossip. “Why?”

  “Two-hundred thousand each. You didn’t hear it from me!”

  A sudden suspicion roused in her head at this news. Why would their salaries be greater than anyone else’s? Two-hundred thousand, that’s insane! That’s practically double the salaries of the other sales reps.

  Mary pondered this enticing bit of news as she walked to the copier, which was inside the stock room. Her heart was beating fast as if she had stumbled upon something important; her mind was closing in on it. This could be the answer to her prayers.

  She laid the paper on top of the copier and closed the lid. She watched the blue light flash side to side and heard someone enter the room. Then there was a soft click behind her. She turned around.

  Brian was standing in front of her, his hand leaving the doorknob and the lock he had bolted shut.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her heart leapt in her chest as she watched him approach her. His face wore a strange expression that made her feel anxious. She noticed with a blush that there was a tent in his pants.

  “Mr. Gray told us that you had to do anything we said.”

  Brian cornered her against the copier and Mary inhaled the scent of his cologne, which smelled revoltingly like AXE. His hips pressed into her thigh and his hand pulled down her blouse as he peeked inside.

  “Nice tits.”

  “Don’t—get away from me.”

  He ignored her as he pulled on her shirt with one hand; the other was around her waist, sliding down between her skirts. The buttons snapped off one by one, flying across the room. She could feel his growing hardness against her thigh and moaned as his hand began to massage her naked ass. Hissing slightly, he pulled down her lacey black bra so that her breasts were freed. Mary gasped as the cold air stung her nipples, but the coldness disappeared the moment he placed both of his hot hands on her breasts. Then he bent down and took each nipple into his mouth, sucking until they were erect and red.

  Mary bit her lip as she felt her arousal seeping through her panties. She brought back her hand and slapped Brian’s face so hard that he stumbled backwards. For a moment, he looked aghast. Then the leer returned to his face.

  “So, you like it rough? Me too.”

  He shoved her against the copier and ripped down her skirt. Mary gasped as his fingers slipped through her panties and penetrated her wetness. His hard fingers worked inside her, she could feel her body responding to the jabs stretching her walls. At the same time, he peeled off her shirt and unclasped her bra. He took her breasts in his hand and a look of boyish glee crossed his face as he buried himself in her cleavage. His tongue ran up and down her cleavage; he kissed and sucked as his fingers fucked her faster. Mary moaned and felt her pussy juice dripping all over his hand and heard the wet sounds as his hand smacked against her clit.

  His hand withdrew from her pussy and went to her shoulder. He forced her around so that she fell on top of the copier. Mary felt his hands on her hips, separating her legs apart as his pants tumbled down. Her legs quivered in anticipation as she felt a warm hardness resting on her clit, then Brian grunted slightly and his cock shoved inside her.

  Mary gripped the machine and moaned as his hips thrust against her. Her hands hit the copier button and the machine whirred to life. Blue light streaked across her breasts as they jostled back and forth from Brian’s cock slamming into her. She felt her hips spreading apart as his thickness jammed into her pussy, her walls tightened around him, welcoming his invasion. Pleasure sliced her nerves as his cock d
rilled her pussy, his legs banging against the machine. Mary held on tightly as his pace quickened, she bit her lip and wanted him to fuck faster. She reveled in the pleasure and the wrongness of it, of his thick, hot penis taking her in a supply room.

  Her arousal thickened around his cock, making his passage easier, and the wet, slapping sounds grew louder.

  “Fuck yes,” he grunted.

  Mary felt a sharp blow on her ass and knew that he had slapped her. He brought down his hand on her backside, the blow reverberating in her pussy. Mary moaned at the sweet burn on her sensitive flesh.

  He bent over her completely, his arms wrapped around her tits as he drove himself as deep as possible. Mary let out a low groan as she felt his cock pounding her so deep it felt as if it had reached her stomach. His desperate gasps were in her ear and his mouth closed on her neck to suck on her skin. He was sucking so hard that Mary felt a sharp pain as the hairs left her skin, and knew he had left her a hickey. He bit down on her neck suddenly and at the same time, he forced himself deep inside her pussy. Mary cried out as she felt him cumming inside her, and the tension she had been fighting against was released like a dam, exploding free.

  Brian jerked his hips against her a few times and then slipped out of her, breathing heavy gasps. Mary slumped against the copier, the wonderful, raw feeling in her pussy burned as she felt his cum sliding down her pussy.

  “Thanks, office slut.”

  With a great effort, Mary turned around to pick up her clothes. Brian had already pulled his pants on and was heading towards the door. He opened the door before she was ready, and there was someone else waiting to use the room. Mary shrieked and pulled her shirt over her head and dove for her bra. She stuffed it inside her shirt as the man entered. It was Gordon, another one of Mr. Gray’s lackeys.

  Brian clapped him on the shoulder and left the room, grinning. Gordon, a much older, overweight man, turned to the door and locked it.

  Mary backed away and stumbled as he walked towards her with a hungry look on his face. “No.”

  “Yes,” he said as he cornered her.

  His unshaven mouth crushed against hers as he took her blonde hair in his hand and pulled. She cried out, opening her mouth, and he slid his tongue inside. His other hand pinned her wrist to the wall. His heavy body forced her against the wall and his hand groped down her arm to her shoulders, neck, and breasts. He felt them through the thin fabric of her shirt; her bra had fallen to the ground again. He ripped the shirt off her chest and buried his face in her tits. He licked and sucked them as Mary shuddered. At the same time, he hoisted her legs up so that they wrapped around his waist.

  As he fumbled with his belt, swearing, Mary knew what was coming and had resigned herself to it. She tightened her legs around him, her pussy already creaming in anticipation.

  He entered her swiftly, his great belly pressed up against her as his cock slammed through her tight walls. He sucked on her tits and pounded against the wall, the dull thumps resounding through the room. Mary’s back chafed against the wall, and she whimpered in pain. The cock thrusting inside her drove away her thoughts of rebellion. She enjoyed being used, traded around like a dirty sex toy. She was addicted to sex, to strange men biting her skin and bruising her flesh, to being stuffed with cock and semen. She wanted it all.

  The splattering sound of sex filled her ears and she remembered how Mr. White had taken her in the elevator, just like this. Shame filled her heart, confusing her as she felt her pussy squeeze his cock. She imagined it was Mr. White’s lips all over her breasts and not this disgusting man.

  He gave an almighty roar as his dick spurted inside her. Crying out in pleasure, Mary sunk down and his penis flopped out, spraying her with cum.

  “Where do you think you’re going, I’m not done yet!”

  Mary had had enough. She grabbed her skirt and pulled it on; she threw her shirt over her head and bolted out of the room. Another man was lined up in front of the door, but she charged past him, clipping his shoulder.

  “Hey!” he cried angrily.

  She didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of it. Her heart ached for Mr. White, and him alone. Mary ran to her office chair and grabbed her jacket and purse, ignoring Claire’s cries of shock as she noticed Mary’s state of undress, and then she made a beeline straight for the elevator.

  That was when Mr. Gray sidled in front, blocking her exit.

  “Miss Kramar, where are you going?”

  He asked the question in an innocent tone of voice, but Mary’s legs trembled. “I’m leaving.”

  “I don’t understand, are you not feeling well?”

  “I need to leave,” she repeated.

  He couldn’t say anymore. There were coworkers watching the scene from the desks with quizzical looks on their faces. He frowned and pushed his spectacles, but stood aside.

  When she’d walked past him, he seized her upper arm and bent his head to her ear.

  “When you come back, I expect you to make up for the work you missed.”

  She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and sped towards the elevator. Mary knew what he meant. She wanted his grin as the elevator doors closed with a sick feeling in her stomach.

  * * *

  Mary pulled into Mr. White’s garage and parked it. Mr. White’s butler, Jasper, was already there to receive her. He opened the door to her car and she stepped out.

  “Good evening, ma’am.”

  “Thanks, good to see you.”

  Mary smiled at the butler, feeling a little bit awkward. She had never driven to Mr. White’s house and wasn’t sure she would be allowed inside. But the moment her car rolled up to the gates, they swung open as if expecting her.

  They walked side by side towards the elevator. Mary’s heels echoed in the parking garage. “How is he doing?”

  Jasper sighed. “He’s been coping. Though, not in the way I’d hoped.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He’s been drinking.”

  The old man gave her a meaningful glance, but it was lost on her. The doors to the elevator opened and she stepped inside. A moment later, they had opened again.

  Mary found herself staring at the cool walls of his apartment. Her heart beat faster in anticipation as Jasper beckoned her and she followed him.

  “Who is calling at this time?” said an angry voice that Mary recognized.

  “Miss Kramar.”

  Mary ran into the kitchen at the sound of his voice and saw him bent over his kitchen bar, empty bottles were scattered around him and there were dark, red stains on the usually spotless kitchen counters. He had been drinking, alright.

  “Mary?” he said in disbelief. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

  Even in his state, she heard a note of disapproval in his voice. “Oh, Matt,” she cried. “I can’t do it anymore. I hate him.” She flew into his arms, and he set down his drink and held her tight against his chest.

  “What’s wrong?”

  At the sound of concern in his voice, Mary became overwhelmed and tears flooded her lids. “I don’t want to do the things he’s making me do. I want you.”

  “I’ve missed you so much.” His fingers curled around her shoulders and his hand ran soothingly down her back.

  Pressure was building up behind her eyes as she struggled to confess. “He told me I was his slave, and now he’s punishing me because he knows you came to my house. He’s making me fuck his other partners he brought—”

  “I hate him. I hate that jumped up British asshole.”

  Mary felt his rage at another man encroaching on his territory. He held her possessively as if Mr. Gray would suddenly swoop upon them and take her away. Then, his grip slackened.

  “He beat me.”

  “No, he didn’t!”

  Mr. White gave her a pained look. “He has the company. My company. Look at me, Mary.” He gestured to his disheveled appearance, the bottles of blood littering the countertop. “How can you still want m
e? I am not fit to be your master.”

  Dismay filled her stomach. “Don’t say that. I don’t care about all that. I love being with you. You will get your company back.”

  A bemused smirk crossed his face. His hand still rubbed her back. “How?”

  She racked her brains. There was something, earlier today. She knew he would want to know. What was it? Then, she remembered Claire.

  “His three partners he brought over from Houston. They’re getting paid double the amount of the regular people in sales, Claire told me. She said someone from HR told her.”

  Mr. White gripped her arm; his eyes stared at a point beyond her. “It could be nothing, or it could be embezzlement. He gives them a large salary and they have an agreement for them to give him a certain amount of money. Yes, it’s possible.”

  He stood up with renewed energy. He grinned and inched a hand under her skirt. As his fingers kneaded her soft flesh, Mary felt the heat of attraction like fire under her skin. She took his face in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. Mr. White’s musky, intoxicating scent filled her nostrils. His hot tongue swept across her mouth and she tasted blood.

  He broke away from her and gave her an intense stare that always made her feel as if she was naked.

  “You’ve caught me during a weak moment, my little slave. Let’s take a shower and then I can have my well-placed friends do a little research for me.”

  He took her upstairs, into his bedroom. He let her go into the bathroom first and Mary stripped from her soiled clothes, shoving them in a pile to be tossed. Her toes curled on the heated tiles and she slid the fogged glass doors to enter the steaming shower. She needed to scrub all the sins from her body. However, Mr. White was never a patient man. She saw his rippling form outside the glass growing larger. The door slid open and then suddenly he was behind her, his arms enveloping her.

  The hot water streamed across them both. Mary sighed as he grabbed a sponge and lathered it with soap and began massaging her breasts, neck, and stomach with it. He put it aside and used his hands to clean her, wiping between her cleavage and down her back. His fingers slid around her thighs and wiped her labia. Mary hissed in pleasure as his fingers dipped inside her wet clit and began coating her walls. Mary turned in his embrace and took the sponge and lathered him, getting his neck and shoulders soaped. She wiped his muscled sides and iron ass, loving how hard his body was. Then her hand slipped down his abs and her fingers encircled his hardening cock and pumped it back and forth.