Robin walked into Christine's office and stood in the doorway watching her. As usual she was on the phone, chatting to her friends whilst surfing the net. At the age of 35 she was still very good looking. Black hair, trim figure good legs and she knew it too. Robin had been working for her for a year and a half and he had spent many a night fantasising about what he would like to do to her. In his hand now was part of that plan to help him make those dreams come alive.
Christine smiled at Robin and continued talking as if he wasn't there. She spoke and laughed to her friend whilst noticing Robin's eyes examining her legs again. She tucked her skirt down a bit more, just so he wouldn't get an eyeful of thigh. Robin closed the door opened the envelope he was holding and placed the photos face down on her desk and lent back against the door. Resting the phone in the crook of her neck she picked them up and examined them. She went silent and almost dropped the phone. Robin grinned.
"I'll call you back Sue, something just come up!"
Two nights before at a works retirement party, Christine had been flirting outrageously with her boss, Jeff. She had sat on his lap, and played shocked when his had cupped her arse. Christine and her boyfriend had been trying for a child for some time now and she had taken fertility drugs to help. All they seemed to do though was make her feel slightly hornier, so when they mixed with the alcohol, it had spelt trouble. As the night wore on he had progressively got bolder and had cupped her breasts and had his hand up her skirt on several occasions. Eventually, they both made an excuse to leave and had departed arm in arm. He had offered to give her a lift home and they had ended up in the car park together. She wouldn't let him fuck her though, no matter how much he begged or how much she wanted.
Chris looked through the photographs slowly. The first one she had hold of showed her and her boss in the staff car park. She was leaning back against the wall, her skirt hitched, as Jeff's hand groped her backside and kissed her neck. Her leg was wrapped round his waist, and a big smile was spread across her face.
She looked at the second picture, and her complexion paled further. It showed her on her knees in front of him, jerking her boss's dick into her mouth as his hands twined through her hair. His trousers round his ankles as she pleasured him. The third showed her hands on his backside as she took his full length into her mouth. She looked up at Rob. His expression was one of amusement. She couldn't stop herself and returned to look at the photos. The fourth and fifth picture showed the boss cumming, she hadn't swallowed and had let him blow over her face and neck. She turned the last picture and showed them both cleaning themselves up.
She looked at Rob's smile "Who else has seen these?"
Rob stretched his arms and cracked his neck to make her wait. "No one. Yet!"
She replaced them back in the envelope so she wouldn't have to look at them. She was his boss and she had to maintain that roll. "These photographs could cause a lot of problems. Just think of the damage it could do the company, let alone to me and to Jeff's families."
"Naturally you'll want me to hand over the originals to you so they can be destroyed."
She didn't like the expression he wore. An expression like that meant that there would be a payment involved. She was prepared to pay what it took, then fire his ass!
"Yes I would Robin." She said as calmly as she could.
He leant down close to her. "Well, I want what Jeff got!"
She swallowed hard. She had only done that with her boss because of the alcohol. "No deal Robin. How dare you try and blackmail me! You little shit! I am not…"
Robin interrupted her little rant. "As you know, they're off my new digital camera. It was simple to download them onto the computer. It'll be even simpler to attach them to an email. Tell me Chris, is our 'all-staff' email address the same? I bet your boyfriend's company email system has a set up very similar to ours!"
She stared at him shocked. Not a word passed between them as each other forced the other to back down first. It was Chris that cracked.
"OK Robin. Lock the door then." She looked at the floor defeated.
"No." he said moving behind her. "Not here." His hands massaged her shoulders. "You know where I live." His hands moved down and cupped her breasts through her white blouse. Her body stiffened against him "Come to my house after work." His thumbs rubbed her nipples and his mouth moved to her neck. "Directly after work! I trust you won't tell anyone about this…" One hand moved slowly down her belly. "…arrangement" his lips kissed her neck.
"You are not fucking me. Understand?" She hissed.
"I'm sure we can come to some other arrangement then!" He moved his mouth up to her ear and licked her earlobe.
"Whatever. Just no fucking!"
"Well Chris." He moved away from her "See you tonight. I don't think you'll mind me popping off work early and getting myself ready do you?" He said and sauntered out the door.
As the door closed, Christine realised that she had been holding her breath and panted for air. She put her head in her hand and thought about what was to happen.
Robin left work and headed for home. On the way he visited the local supermarket. He went straight to the chemist counter and explained he needed condoms with out the spermicide on. He had his own ideas about what was going to happen tonight. The only certainty he had was that he was going to fuck her.
Getting home, he quickly opened the pack and pulled out the individual rubbers. From his wardrobe he pulled out a new shirt, still in it's plastic, and removed the pins. Carefully he perforated each condom pack several times and replaced them in their box. He grinned to himself and put them in his dressing gown pocket. He had other things to do before she arrived, and he went through to his computer and grabbed his webcams.
At 5:30, the doorbell rang and Robin, freshly showered and still dressed in his bathrobe opened the door. Christine just looked at him, before pushing past him. He grinned to himself and closed the door. She walked into his front room and stood in the middle of the floor.
"OK let's get this over and done with." She said, hands on her hips. Robin sat down in his favourite chair and took in the view. His eyes worked their way down her body from the thick straight black hair on her head, it moved down to her dark painted lips. He could feel himself getting more turned on as they travelled over her full breasts and he remembered how they had felt in his hands earlier. Moving down further, they went to her hips, down her knee length skirt, to her dark grey nylons and slight high heels.
He looked up at her face. "Jeff had you sat in his lap first!" he said pointing to his.
Christine gritted her teeth. "Do you want this blow job or not?"
"Do you want everyone seeing you and the boss?"
She walked over to him and sat on his lap, as if she was perched on a bar stool.
"No." Rob said calmly, making sure she knew who was in charge and who was doing who a favour. "I want you to hitch your skirt up, and for your knees to be either side of my legs."
Again the expression on her face darkened. If he thought he was going to have a job tomorrow then he thought wrong. Slowly moving her skirt hem up, she knelt across his lap. Robin's hands moved to her waist and he looked into his bosses dark brown eyes. He could tell how much she hated him right at this point, and he loved it. His hands moved to her breasts briefly squeezing them before moving to open her blouse.
"No!" Christine grabbed his hands. "I'm here to give you just a blow job!"
"You said in the office 'just no fucking'. This isn't fucking. If you've gone back on your word then you had better leave." He kept his gaze into her eyes, not moving his hands.
Christine returned his stare then turned her head away from him and released his hands.
Robin's fingers undid the buttons on her blouse, pulling the rest of her blouse from her skirt and sliding it down her arms. He eyed the cream bra she was wearing. It had a silky shine to it, and promoted her breasts to him. Moving his head forward he extended his tongue and slid it down her throat and between her breasts. Christine trembled. His hands travelled to her shoulders and pulled the straps down, before reaching behind and unclipping the bra. He threw it aside and moved his mouth to her uncovered breasts and began to suck and lick at her nipples.
Christine gritted her teeth, her jaw aching. How could she let him do this? She tried to move her mind away from what he was doing to her body, but for some reason her body didn't want her to. She tried to think of her work, but she could feel the way his teeth scraped gently on her erect nipples. She thought of her boyfriend at home, but the stubble from Rob's face quickly removed them from her mind as she felt it graze across her skin. She didn't want to, but her body was getting more turned on by the moment.
Robin's hands moved down to her arse and squeezed. His mouth still working on her breasts, he let his hands wander. They moved down the hiked fabric of her skirt and onto her nylon covered thighs. He could feel the smoothness of the material on her and how thinly it covered. He pushed the skirt up higher and moved past her hips. He prayed to God that the cameras were catching this!
Before taking a shower, he had set up five cameras in this room, all pointing towards this chair from different angles and different zooms. He had plugged them into his computer and set it to record everything. He wanted to treasure this moment forever.
Christine realised that she was biting her lip and that she was secretly enjoying this. Being stripped of her authority and having a man doing as he wished. She grabbed his wrist as it moved between her thighs. "I said no fucking!" She felt him grab her wrist and found her hand guided to his freed cock. She gently stroked it as his hands went back to rubbing the outside of her legs. It had released itself from the bathrobe and stood erect between them. She played with the length of it he groped and played with her.
