The Blackmail Session
Paloma sat at her desk, opening the mail from her afternoon clients, when suddenly, her office door burst open. Startled, she looked up to see a man she vaguely recognized standing there, a menacing glint in his eyes. Her assistant stood in the doorway, protesting, but the man had pushed past him with ease.
“I’m sorry, Paloma,” the assistant stammered. “He just forced his way in.”
Paloma’s eyes widened as the man stepped closer. He was tall and muscular, with short dark hair and a chiseled jaw. Where had she seen him before? Then it clicked – college. He was Steve, the nerdy guy she had flirted with shamelessly, just to cheat off his test papers. After graduation, she had blown him off without a second thought.
“Hello, Paloma,” Steve said, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s been a while.”
Paloma stood up, smoothing her skirt. “Steve. What a surprise. What brings you here?”
Steve walked around her desk, perusing the certificates on the wall. “Impressive. A sex therapist now. I imagine you’ve helped a lot of people work through their…issues.” His gaze slid down her body, lingering on her ample cleavage. “Although I suspect you still have a few of your own, don’t you?”
Paloma’s pulse quickened. Something in his tone made her uneasy. “I’m happy to help, Steve. But I have another client arriving soon…”
“In a minute.” He leaned on the desk, looming over her. “You see, I found some very interesting documents. Photos and emails. Enough that the Medical Board would be very keen to see them. I’m sure they’d revoke your license in a heartbeat once they knew the esteemed Dr. Paloma had a history of academic fraud and blackmail.”
The blood drained from Paloma’s face. Those files…she had thought they were long gone. How had he gotten them? “Please…” she whispered, desperation creeping in. “You can’t…”
“Oh, but I can.” Steve straightened up. “And I will, unless you do exactly as I say. Starting now.”
Paloma’s heart pounded but she nodded meekly. “Anything. Just…just tell me what you want.”
Steve smiled, slow and wicked. “Strip.”
Trembling, Paloma reached for the zipper of her dress. She slid it down, letting the fabric pool at her feet. She stood before him in lacy red underwear, feeling his eyes rake over her curves.
“Very nice.” He circled her. “Take off the bra. I want to see it all.”
Face burning, Paloma reached back to unclasp her bra. It joined her dress on the floor. Her heavy breasts swung free, nipples already stiffening in the cool air. Steve reached out, palming the soft flesh, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. Paloma bit back a gasp.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now bend over and spread yourself. I want to see your holes.”
Mortified, Paloma braced herself on the desk. She reached back, parting her ass cheeks with shaking hands. She could feel Steve’s eyes on her most intimate places, drinking in every inch.
“Perfect.” He stepped closer, his clothed erection pressing against her bare ass. “Keep holding yourself open. Get on your knees.”
Paloma sank to the floor, still presenting her holes. She heard Steve unzip his fly. His cock sprang out, thick and hard. He rubbed the tip over her lips.
“Suck.”
Cheeks flaming, Paloma took him into her hot mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, slurping obscenely. Steve groaned, fisting her hair, forcing her to take him deeper. Drool slid down her chin as he fucked her face with brutal thrusts.
“Mmm, you’re a natural slut.” He pulled out, smearing her spit along his shaft. “Lick my balls. Get them nice and wet.”
Paloma obeyed, lapping at his heavy sack, swirling her tongue over his tightening skin. He shuddered at the sensation.
“Now kiss my ass. Worship it like the bitch you are.”
Blushing bright red, Paloma pressed her lips to his taint, his puckered hole. She sealed her mouth over it, tonguing the forbidden ring of muscle.
Steve grunted. “That’s it. Fuck, I’m gonna use your holes so hard.”
He yanked her up, bending her face down on the desk. Paloma yelped as he kicked her legs apart, shoving her ass in the air. He notched his throbbing tip at her wet entrance. Then he rammed in, spearing her open on his fat cock.
“Ahh!” Paloma cried out, pain and pleasure blurring. He pounded into her, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The wet sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room.
“Take it,” Steve growled. “Fucking take what you deserve, you cheating whore.”
He hammered her harder, drilling her ass. Paloma’s pussy spasmed, arousal building. To her shock, she was getting off on this degradation. Her nipples grazed the wood with each slam of Steve’s hips.
“Harder!” she babbled. “Use my ass! Ruin me!”
With a roar, Steve slammed in deep. His cock jerked as he flooded her passage with his hot seed. Paloma shuddered through a shattering climax, juices gushing from her neglected cunt.
Steve pulled out, his softening dick slipping free with a wet plop. Paloma collapsed on the desk, holes twitching and used.
“You’re mine now,” Steve said, tucking himself away. He slapped her ass. “My personal fuck toy. I’ll be back whenever I want you. Got it?”
“Yes,” Paloma whimpered. He owned her now, body and soul. She was his.
“Good.” Steve smoothed her hair. “Now get dressed and ready for your next client. Like nothing happened. But never forget…”
He leaned down, voice dark. “You’re my whore to use as I see fit. I own you.”
Paloma shivered. It was true. She would do anything he said from now on. She had no choice. She was his