Grant grasped his co-worker, Molly, by the shoulder. “Hey, can I talk to you in my office quick?”
She reacted in surprise. She didn’t work directly with Grant and rarely had conversations with him. “Oh, um, sure. I’m free right now.”
Her black high-heels clicked down the tiled hall as she followed him to his corner office. Once inside, she waited near the entrance, unsure of what to expect.
He motioned towards the chair in front of his desk, “Please, sit down.”
Molly’s high blonde ponytail bounced back and forth as she sat down. She smoothed out her black pencil skirt and looked at the tall man expectantly. “So…what did you want to talk about?”
Grant rubbed his five o’clock shadow, which only served to emphasize his strong jawline. He was a handsome man, with dark features and the sort of mid-length, shaggy hair that curled just right above her eyebrows. But Molly had never paid much attention to him–they worked in different departments. Plus, given her *afterhours* work, it was better if she was careful about who she got close to.
“Let me get right down to business,” he said, opening his desk drawer to produce a manilla folder. He opened it and spread several large color photos across the desktop. “Hmm, would you look at that? Is that…Molly?” His tone was one of mock surprise.
Yes, it *was* her. She was half-undressed, in the process of slipping out of her work attire and into the white latex costume that she wore as her alter-ego: Glow.
“Where did you get those?! You were spying on me!” Molly was horrified, grabbing at the photos desperately and beginning to tear them.
“Go ahead and destroy them. I have the files. Backups. The important thing is that I know who Glow is and I have *proof*. I’m sure the Metro Gazette would *love* to hear from me.”
“Please, you can’t do this. What do you want?”
His friendly smile turned into a grin. “I’m glad you asked. And, really, I think you’ll find my terms very fair.” He folded his hands across his lap and leaned back. “You see, Glow is a total sex idol, right? I mean, look at this hot little leotard you wear while you fight crime. It’s ridiculous. I’ve masturbated more than a few times to videos of your exploits. But I could have never guessed that Glow worked with me! Quiet Molly Dearborn! What a surprise.”
Molly shifted in her seat uncomfortable, suddenly aware of how tight her skirt was. “What are you getting at?”
“It’s really very simple. I want to realize one of my fantasies. That’s all. A blowjob from Glow. Easy, right?”
Molly stood up angrily and marched towards the exit. With her hand on the door, wrapped around the edge to hold it halfway open, she looked back. Her eyes narrowed on Grant. She gazed down the hall contemplatively, then bit her lip and turned back to the smug man.
She let out a huff, her small, but perky chest bouncing as she pouted. “You can’t be fucking serious. You’re really trying to blackmail me into sucking your dick?”
Grant leaned back in his chair, crossing his fingers behind his head as he studied the blonde bombshell intently. “Well, when you put it that way it sounds quite *crude*. Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement: I’m helping to conceal your identity. But…few things are free, right *Ms. Glow*? Is what I’m asking for such a big deal? You’ve sucked a cock before, haven’t you?”
Molly closed the door and crossed her arms. “Yes, Grant, of course I’ve sucked a cock before. But that was because I *wanted*–not because I was being blackmailed.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Grant held up his palms as if he were offended. “Let’s not use that word–it’s so…ugly. This is a simple proposition. You get something out of it–your secret identity protected–and so do I. We can’t have a one-way deal, right? One where only you benefit? That wouldn’t be fair.”
“Mhm, is that right?” Molly nodded sarcastically, growing angry as she listened to Grant rationalize his behavior.
He leaned back again, this time going far enough that Molly could see the obvious erection growing against his brown slacks. She scoffed and muttered to herself, “*Of course* you’re getting off from this conversation…” Her posture softened some as she considered the proposal. “Okay, so this is a one-time thing, right? You’re saying if I do this right now, today, then that’s it? You’ll keep my identity a secret?”
Grant put a hand against his chest in mock solemnity, “Cross my heart. Your secret will be safe with me, Glow. But first you have to crawl over here and give me a taste of those *superb* lips.”
Molly’s jaw dropped in surprise and disgust. She tossed her head back in frustration, whipping her high blonde ponytail back and forth in begrudging acceptance of what was unfolding. With a final groan, she lifted each foot in turn to remove her lavender heels. “Bastard. Fine. **One** time. But you *aren’t* cumming in my mouth. Understand?”
The gleeful man nodded his consent as he placed his hands on his belt. Unbuckling it, he motioned towards the bulge forming against his boxer briefs. “I’m pretty *big*, but I’m sure you can handle that, right? I mean, you do have super powers, so what’s a nearly double-digit cock?”
She rolled her eyes as she took a few steps forward, “You’re already getting what you want. You don’t have to lie about your size it’s–oh…”
Grant interrupted her by pushing the waistband of his boxers down. A massive erection nearly the size of her slender forearm burst out before falling heavily against his thigh. He raised an eyebrow, “You were saying?”
Molly pursed her lips and clicked her tongue, tilting her head to the side as she considered how best to approach the monstrosity pulsing before her. “So the only way you can get a girl to suck on this obscene slab is by blackmailing them, hm?”
Grant chuckled, “Well, if you don’t think you can handle it I can get the Metro Gazette on the phone right now.” He reached forward, grabbing his cellphone.
The heroine placed both hands on Grant’s knees, her pink, manicured nails digging into his jeans. “No, no, that won’t be necessary. I can handle this.” She scooted forward, wiggling her peach-shaped backside as she fit her slim body between Grant’s thighs. She grasped the base of his shaft and lifted his heavy cock up high, sticking out her tongue and dragging it across the smooth underside. He watched her with a lustful sneer and let out a groan of pleasure as soon as her tastebuds slid over his throbbing veins.
She was slow at first, working up and down his shaft in careful, calculated motions. Her spit left behind a trail of wetness that grew thicker and stickier with each trip along his excessive length. She began to use her spit as lubricant, jerking his shaft gently with one hand while she continued to kiss and suck at him. She was hopeful that he’d be easy, that he would just blow his load over her shoulder and that she could be done with it.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky. He watched her work delicately for a while, but eventually grew impatient. He wrapped his knuckles in her blinding blonde hair and pulled her head backwards, so that her blue eyes were gazing into his stern face. “Trying to make me cum without even putting my cock between your lips? Sorry, Glow, I’m not that easy. Start sucking. Now.”
She narrowed her eyes into a glare but did as he demanded, positioning her plump red lips at his bulbous cockhead and slowly spreading them as she took it into her mouth. He tightened his grip on her hair as his eyes rolled back with pleasure. “That’s it,” he moaned, “don’t be shy. Don’t be intimidated. I’m sure a slut like you can take a hefty dick.”
Her lips pursed over his cock and she stared up at him with disdain. Popping free she retorted, “I’m not a *slut*.”
He pushed at her head, forcing his dick back into her warm, wet mouth. “From my vantage point, you’re sucking my cock so I don’t reveal your true identity. And that makes you an absolute *whore*.” He spread his fingers along the rear of her skull, holding her firm so she couldn’t talk back. With a rough thrust, he pushed his length further into her mouth, very quickly colliding with her gag reflex. She choked, sputtering up a ring of spit around his shaft. Her eyes went wide as she realized he was only one-third of the way inside. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she tried to pull back, but he held her in place. She knew that she was stronger than him, that her powers would enable her to easily escape his grip. But what good would that do her now? If she resisted too much he might call off the deal. And she couldn’t very well hurt him–that would only make matters worse.
So she did the only thing she could: she widened her mouth as far as she could, hoping to accommodate as much of his length as possible. His curved, white cock pushed over her palate and past her uvula, but encountered significant resistance as he made his way into her esophagus. She did her best to slacken her jaw and make space for him, because it was clear that he intended to push her further than any man had before. He paid no attention to her struggles. As thin but sticky rivers of spit ran over her bottom lip he kept one hand pressed firmly against her head.
She gagged more forcefully, pushing back hard enough to escape his grasp. Grant’s cock burst out of her mouth and thudded against her chin. She breathed deeply, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Fu–fuck, can you take it–easy?” She managed before he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his glistening cock back into her throat.
“Keep it down you little slut, you can do better than this!” Grant’s face was growing red from his explosion of force. He was hunched over Molly now, both of his forearms wrapped around her head, as though he were protecting a basketball from would-be thieves. The office echoed with the forceful intrusion his absurd cock made into her throat. She was bulging with every thrust, her lower neck distended by his fuckrod.
His balls splayed against her chin, covered in a wave of drool and translucent precum, often coming undone with a sticky SCHWEET. He was clearly lost in pleasure now, indulging in the sheer delight of this power imbalance. The popular, capable, brave superheroine was now a noisy cocksleeve, gargling down his thick dick.
As he continued to use her throat like a fleshlight, he felt Molly’s pert breasts bouncing against his upper thighs and…were her nipples hard? “This gets you off, doesn’t it? You love having your throat abused. I knew it. I knew it the second you started working here that you were a total whore. You just needed someone to use you properly. How’s this?”
He reached down and tore her button-up blouse open. Plastic buttons pinged around the room as Molly’s small tits bounced free. Grant smirked, “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra. I swear I saw your nipples poking through your top this morning at our staff meeting. Were you turned on or just cold?”
“Ugh, I was just–”
He interrupted her, pushing her off his cock and shoving his cum-laden balls between her lips—“Suck ‘em, now.” While she dutifully lapped at his smooth testicles, he took to rubbing his split-slick dick across her forehead and cheeks. Her makeup was a swirl of foundation and running mascara. “Bet you’ll love taking the subway home after this,” he teased, knowing she wouldn’t even be able to close her top again. He moved his fingers down and began to tease her erect nipples, twisting each one in turn to elicit muffled moans.
His pace only quickened as he made headway down her throat. He stood up so that he could better control his thrusts, pinning Molly back against his desk as his throat-stretching slab pummeled her oral cavity. He tensed up, clearly nearing orgasm. She felt it too and looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to weather his onslaught. She slapped against his thighs and tried to speak, but she could do nothing but slurp his cock as he forcefully fucked her face.
Just as he was about to cum, Grant thrust his hips back and pulled his bitchbreaker out with an enormous POP. As soon as he left Molly’s studious lips he was spraying a massive load of hot white cum across her forehead. Rope after rope spurted from his cock as he held her head against the desk behind her.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” he whispered as his legs shook. His semen ran into Molly’s hairline, across her cheeks, and down the bridge of her nose. Once he finished he thumped his softening dick against her forehead, breaking off one final drop of sperm.
“Ugh!” Molly let out an exasperated groan. “I didn’t say you could cum on my face!”
Grant chuckled as he zipped his fly. “Well, you said not to cum in your mouth, so I didn’t. I have to finish somewhere, don’t I?”
She glared up at him. Her hands glowed a light green in response to her anger but she quickly stuffed it down. She knew she’d look like a mess and wanted nothing more than to be done with this and to run off to the bathroom. The messy heroine rose to her feet, holding her open blouse closed with one hand.
“So we’re good now, right? You’ll keep my secret?”
Grant’s eyes roamed up and down Molly’s slender frame hungrily. “Oh sure, you have my word. My lips are sealed.”
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