"Fucking a reluctant lesbian virgin" continues the Story "Blackmailing the virgin".
There is non-consent, blackmail, gay sex, voyeurism, oral, deep throat, anal, ffm. If you don't like that, or don't like degraded or exploited men/women, skip this story please.
In search of variety
"It's disgusting," he thought. "No, not even that, it just doesn't turn me on. I tried to humiliate her, but she would do anything to please me." He looked down and saw Elin between his spread legs, sucking on his cock like there was no tomorrow.
"Stop it, Elin," he said and stood up. He walked over to the table where his clothes were and started to dress.
"Peter?" she asked, "Don't leave me, please!"
"Sorry Elin, it has been 3 amazing days..."
"Please, I'll help you get other women," she begged, clinging to his leg. "But let me be part of it!"
He looked at her appraisingly and rubbed his chin. "Ok, Elin. I'll think about it. But now let me go."
"Thank you, thank you, Peter. Here, let me help you dress!" she exclaimed happily and rolled his socks over his feet.
She brought his jacket as he headed for the door. Anticipating her intentions, Peter raised his arms and allowed her to pull the sleeves of the jacket over his arms. She knelt before him and kissed the back of his hand before playfully sucking on his index finger. He padded her head one last time and then walked out the door.
The sound of the V8 was somehow soothing as he drove aimlessly through the city. He passed his workplace and followed the impulse to turn into the parking garage. "Surprising how many cars are here, considering the work won't continue for another 3 or 4 days." He got out and went to the main entrance. "Closed, as expected," he thought, and turned to the side entrance he used when he worked as a watchman.
"It's open?" he wondered. He entered the building silently and walked up the stairs, stopping at each floor to listen for sounds. He reached the fourth floor when he heard voices and decided to sneak up on them. He moved from cubicle to cubicle, getting closer and closer to the voices. He peered through the gap between the padded wall and the corner pillar of the cubicle and finally saw them.
"That's Jeff, Dante and some woman," he thought, doing his best to listen to their conversation. He was close enough, the light was bright enough, and his phone was recording the trio as he watched.
"Susan, you can't do that to us!" Dante exclaimed, looking at the feisty blonde.
"Well, you surely didn't hold back when you had the upper hand, now did you?" Susan asked venomously.
"Come on, Susan, it was just a little fun..." Jeff said nervously.
"Fun? Fun?" she shouted angrily. "You think making me suck your dirty dick day after day was fun, Jeff? And you Dante? You think I liked your cock up my ass?" she asked, then laughed an ugly laugh. "Now I'm in charge and you two will do exactly as I say, or the evidence will find its way to the boss.
"Please, Susan, he'll fire us!"
"Please, my ass, or rather, your ass! So, Jeff, why don't you start by sucking Dante's dick?"
Susan stepped closer and unzipped Dante's pants, dropping them and holding up his limp cock up.
"On your knees, Jeff!" she commanded, watching the man go down. "And now, open wide!" she exclaimed, laughing again.
She pushed Jeff's head forward onto the half-erect cock, then forced him forward until Dante's 7 inches were fully in his throat. Her right continued to push him forward while her left nuzzled Jeff's cock out of his pants and began to stroke it, getting him hard.
She looked up at Dante's face. "Don't try to chicken out. We'll keep going until you shoot your load into his mouth!" Then she looked at Jeff with a grin, "And you're going to swallow every last drop of it!"
Peter could see Dante trying to hold back, saw the pain in his face, but then he came and Jeff almost suffocated as Susan pushed his head forcefully forward. Then it was over and Jeff fell onto his back, panting. Dante leaned against the coffee machine table. "His face is really something," Peter thought and chuckled softly.
"All right, Dante! Turn around and show us your hairy ass! And you, Jeff, get up here and spread that lube on your cock! That's my boy, now show him what it feels like to have an 8-inch cock up his ass."
Jeff was behind Dante, his hand on the other man's hips, looking at her. She laughed her evil laugh and held up a DVD.
"Fuck his ass or the disk finds its way to the boss!"
Jeff placed the head of his cock against Dante's rear entrance and began to slowly push it in. She dropped to her knees and watched closely as the sphincter was stretched. Dante's wincing reminded Peter of a small dog begging its master for a treat.
"Wow, that's not really arousing, but it sure makes me hard, wanting to force myself on another woman!" Peter thought, then blushed, ashamed of himself.
"Faster, Jeff, faster!" Susan cheered, "Oh, look, Dante's hard again. Looks like he likes your cock up his ass." She laughed and moved around, to get a grip on Dante's cock. She started stroking him and her flushed face looked up at Jeff. "Harder, boy, and faster! Or I'll find something to fuck your ass with!"
"What a sight!" Peter wanted to look away, but couldn't. Then, Jeff grunted and hammered into Dante one last time. Peter imagined the throbbing cock unloading cum, spurt after spurt. And as Jeff's warm cum went in, Dante shot his load onto the floor.
There was a noise to Peter's right and Jeff pulled out and started running for the exit, followed closely by Dante and Susan. Peter stopped recording and waited in his hiding place. A small silhouette emerged from the shadows and walked toward the coffee machine. Peter held his breath, "Who is it? Who is it?" He watched the figure kneel down, a finger scooping up some semen and licking it. She got up and wiped her finger on her pants as she looked into the darkness where Peter was hiding.
"Lucy? Belinda's assistant? Why is she even here?" he thought. He put his cell phone back in the breast pocket of his shirt, and started to breathe again, careful not to make a sound. She scurried off, and he followed her silently until she disappeared into the corner cubicle.
