The Break Room Part 2 [MF][Blackmail]

If you’d like a refresher, here’s [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eutd8n/the_break_room_mmfblackmailvoyeuroral/)

I couldn’t sleep that evening.Every time I closed my eyes, All I could see was Heather.

I would imagine my hands grabbing her cheeks, pink and rosy from the lack of oxygen. Her hazel doe eyes staring intently at me as I face fucked her. I tossed and turned in anguish as I could hear her gagging at John’s cock, pretending it was mine. Putting a pillow over my head couldn’t drown the slurps, muffled cries, and gagging noises I heard earlier that evening.I grab my phone and look at the screen: 2:48AM.

My cock was raw. Raw from jerking off three times since I got home at 11:30PM. First, I choked the chicken by re-watching the video over a dozen times. After half an hour or so, I tried to make the bald man cry again. An hour later, I tried to make to make some Beef Strokenoff. Neither of them helped me get some shut-eye.Maybe I deserve this. I felt an ounce of self-pity with a side of disgust but just couldn’t bring myself to delete the video. At least, not until I do something with it first.

At around god knows what time, I tried the stranger*.

From exhaustion of reliving Heather, I finally fell asleep – cock sore and balls as dry as the Dead Sea.

*The stranger is an act of self-help where you rub one out after cutting the blood circulation to one’s own hand/wrist – this invokes a feeling that one’s helping appendage is not one’s own.

**The following day**

“Everyone! Welcome your new assistant manager!” Exclaims John, sitting on his usual chair. The same chair where Heather sucked his cock the night before and there he was, sitting as if nothing happened a smile ear-to-ear plastered across his dumb face.

I hear the sound of mixed applause. Mostly whoops and cheers from the newer hires, regular clapping from the folks like me, and somewhere in the background, I hear the jaded sound of a few slow claps coming from those who’ve been here long enough to know the truth: This job makes you eat your own shit, pretend it was fillet mignon and demands that you have another.

“Remember, check you new assignments, and scheduled for the coming month.” bellows John as everyone exited the morning pow-wow.

I quickly glance at the board. It’s 10:30 AM and I feel my head pounding from the lack of sleep.

I’m at Heather’s team and I could hardly contain my smirk as my mind races with excitement. For now, I decided to give her a day or two to celebrate her promotion before I break it to her.

She walks past me. God, she’s so fucking hot. I make a note to myself to drop by the mall later. I have the perfect thing for her to wear.

“Hey Heather, looking forward to working with you!”“Thanks Kyle! I know you worked really hard for the promotion and just wanted to let you know that I feel really luck to have you in my team. I love your work ethic and I wish I could say the same for the rest.” Don’t worry, in a few days I’ll give you something else to love.I laugh a little and Heather giggles.I give her a high five. As I leave the break room, I tell her one more thing:“You can always count on me finish the job”. I say the phrase with a soft smile and a sheepish look hanging on my face, the same lines she told John as she gave him head to get ahead.

At the corner of my eye, I see Heather blush, eyes staring at the floor.

Two days later I decided to make my move.

It was 8PM and I caught Heather in the break room getting ready to leave for the day.

I sent her a message:

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K: Come to my place along after work so we can discuss your performance review. I attach the video and within two minutes. I get a response.

H: OMG! Where did you get this?!K: You have until 10:00PM to show up.I append the instagram handles of her friends, along with a couple of email list-serves, putting the district managers at the very end just to show her I wasn’t bluffing.

H: Okay. I’ll come. Please don’t send this to anyone.

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***

My pulse quickens as I glance at my phone. It’s 9:58. Two more minutes. I wonder if she’ll show. Shame creeps behind me like a centipede slowly winding up my spine. I think about the outfit I bought for her and instantly, I get hard.

I hear a knock on the door. She’s early.

“You look great.” I tell her, my voice riddled with sincerity.

She looked stunning.

Her straight and wavy brown hair rested just above her tits. Her lips were moist, with a little hint of glitter – clearly the work of some pink lip shimmer.

The eyeliner and mascara made her hazel eyes pop a little more and that perfume she always wears: a cross of Jasmine with fresh laundry – It made my cock throb with excitement and it took every ounce of energy I had to snap myself out of it.

She didn’t bother changing her clothes from earlier but that didn’t matter.However, I can tell that she must’ve put a lot of effort cleaning up.Besides, those tight black leggings and her unbuttoned blue blouse with her cleavage peaking from the pastel pink lacy push-up bra was more than enough.

“Let’s get to it”. She hastily said. I sensed a slight twinge of resentment.She quickly steps in and without a second thought she starts to unbutton her shirt.This little slut wanted to get fucked.

I got the sense that she enjoyed getting herself in these situations, feeling powerless, getting coerced. I’ve heard some girls even get a high and get off from the loss of control and being extorted to do god knows what. Who cares. Everyone’s got their own kinks and who am I to judge.

“Get changed.” I say. My voice firm and commanding. My eyes point to the bedroom. “I got you something.”

I waited for a minute. My pulse was still pounding and I counted every second in anticipation that she would refuse, fight back, or scream “Rape” at the top of her lungs. It would be all over for me then.I hear her throw her purse onto the bed. There was definitely something heavy in it as I heard it roll off the side and hit the floor with a resounding thud.

Fuck. You dumfuck. Why didn’t you check the purse? For all I know she could’ve gotten a gun, a blunt object, or anything else to knock me out and delete the video herself.

What I saw floored me. Pouty lips. Cheeks flushed. Hair tied twin tail style.The light pink silk babydoll I bought shimmered against the incandescent lamp by my bedside, bringing out the flesh underneath her skin.She didn’t wear any panties and the soft folds of her labia glistened.

“Just make it quick.” she said.

I’ve known loneliness. You can fake how it looks but your voice will always give you away.I was at a loss for words, frozen under my bedroom’s doorframe. My gaze softened, taking all of it in. It’s only been a few minutes since she got here and I can feel the semen pooling at the tip start dripping down my shaft.

I came to when I saw her cradle a long cylindrical object. Its bulbous rubber head stood out like the size of a small fist: It was the unmistakable form of a Hitachi Magic wand.

“If we’re going to do this, I might as well enjoy it”. She said, her eyes beaming.She sat against my headboard and spread her legs. I could see everything.

She shrugged her left shoulder and lifted the lace strap and let it fall halfway through her skinny arm until her chest puppy slipped out, nipples erect. She started to grab her breast and flipped on the switch. I heard the wand come to life, its buzzing sound getting louder as Heather played with the settings. She pressed the rotating head against her thighs, rolling it over her clit for a second before pulling it away. Her legs convulsing in its wake. She did this again and again, elongating the amount of time the wand whirled against her bean. I stood there like an idiot, mouth slightly agape and staring at my new fucktoy. My left hand balled into a fist tightly each time I saw her body reverberate.

“Come here.” she said, voice quivering. She tried to put on a commanding tone but it only made it sound more sultry.

I took off my shirt as I approached her. I’m a slightly better than average looking mid twenty something, and I can tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t disappointed.She pulled my head close to hers. “Remember that you work for me. And right now, I want you to finger fuck me.”

I felt my head spiral. I never would have thought that “Getting fucked over by your boss” could ever feel this good. The whole thing was so surreal I felt like a stranger in my own bedroom.

I obeyed.

Sitting beside her, I slid my pointer and middle inside her hot pocket all the way to the end of my third knuckle. I felt her body quiver and twitch as I slowly slid my digits in and out. She had a lost blank look on her face – eyes staring on the horizon.

I paused and took her magic wand hand. I stroked the top of her hands with my fingers as I firmly held it in place on top of her clit. She started to wince. I hear her breathing start to pick up and the gasps started to transform into her lady sound sandwich*

*Sound sandwich – those staccato ah’s and uh’s, with the mmmm’s in between.

I felt her walls tighten against my fingers. She’s gonna cum. I retract my fingers to the first knuckle and started to push up towards her belly. She muffles a scream with her free hand as I rubbed and pushed on her spot. The bed shook. The magic wand lay on the floor, the buzzing cutting the silence in the air.

Staring at her, I brought my juice soaked fingers out and sucked on them.I was done taking orders from her.

Fucking John. That idiot manager John wouldn’t know true beauty even if its freshly shaved, bald pussy sat in front of his face. And now, I’m two inches away from it.

I grabbed her skinny hips and pulled her pussy to my face. I traced my tongue around her lips. Outside, then inside. I felt every peak and crevice of her folds against my tongue. I used the tip of my tongue to push her hood up and slurp on her little milk dud.

The stifled gasps got louder as I brushed my tongue up and down her clit. I saw her other hand squeeze the sheets every time I stroked downwards with the smooth, slippery bottom side. I bolted her hips to the bed as I stroked upwards with the textured part of my tongue, finally drawing a little “o” with the tip around her cherry pit.

I got a taste of heaven – the sweetness, and tang of her cum coated my tongue as she came again.

“Please…. fuck me… please.”

Before I could say anything, she got off the bed, sat on the floor and unfastened my belt. I felt more steel pump into my rod when she swallowed me whole. I looked at her cute face. Eyes closed, head bobbing forwards and backwards as I felt her take me all the way in.

She grabs my hands and makes me grip her twin tails. I feel the silky strands of her hair and I tighten my grip. She doesn’t speak but I can hear her words clearly: facefuck me.

I take the reins and jam myself inside. I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. She stared up at me longingly refusing to gag. I lose my mind insider her mouth, the cold air tickling my dick as she takes a break to catch a breath. From up here, the foreshortening makes her her five foot, seven inch frame smaller, but my cock looks thicker and longer.

I pull her mouth out of me and relax my grip. She gasps audibly for air but I don’t give her the time to recover. I squat down and lift her lithe frame into the bed.

“Please… Kyle….fuck me…” she begs again.

I force her down on the bed, bringing her knees together, making her ass pop up. I grab her by the neck and turn her head to face the mirror opposite the headboard. I pin her head against the sheets. And grab the sides of her hips.

Sucking me dry left her cunt flooded. And like an overripe fruit, her juices exploded as I pushed my throbbing pipe all the way in. Her sweet nectar dripping down her inner thighs and pooling at the sheets of the bed.

“Watch yourself.” I commanded.Somewhere in the maelstrom. I lost myself. Her scent – the stank infused jasmine, my grunts, the deep breaths we shared, her screaming my name pleading for me to come in her. I lost count of the number of times she said: “please. Daddy, come in me please.” Her pussy’s grip – constantly tightening and releasing as I fucked her raw.The sheer joy of watching Heather watch herself as I continued to bury myself all the way to the hilt as she lay on the bed.I saw her come one last time. Sheets clenched, face buried, toes curled, legs shiver, quiver, and twitch as she loses herself within the sounds of sex.Her hands go limp. I must’ve fucked her out of her mind so much that her brain started to seep from her ears.

The only thing I heard were her gasps, ah’s and the reverberating “faps” as my cock rammed her little pink slit.

It was too much.

Those primal sounds filling the silence made my legs buckle and my cock give way to the rush of hot sticky cum exiting me. I filled her up and I didn’t stop thrusting. I wanted to coat her insides. I wanted to make sure that every fold inside of her was coated with me. I collapsed on top of her peach of an ass. I grabbed her mounds and gently push her to the side of the bed. We spooned until my cock retracted from her pussy.

She turned around and kissed me. We didn’t say anything. Lying there she looked at me, studying my face. I tried my best but the guilt laden shame hung over my face like cheap mascara: Crying would only make me look uglier than I already am.

Then something weird happened.

She smiled and kissed me.

A real smile that conveyed a lot of unexpected things especially since THIS was extortion sex: safety, gratitude, and in the most fucked up way I could ever imagine, it even showed love.I didn’t need the video anymore. I knew in my bones that she’d come back. Even if she didn’t really love me, I knew now that she was a junkie for my cock.

“Kyle.” Heather whispers my name as she tries to collect herself, a million shattered pieces scattered throughout the soaked sheets. I look at the mirror, seeing my pearlescent cum slowly dripping from her pussy.

God, I can tell how much she loved every minute of it by the way she said my name. “Don’t delete it”. Her body, spent and splayed. She faced head down on the sweat, spit, and semen soaked sheets.

I don’t think I’ll ever wash these sheets again.

Heather sits up and opens her legs. She puts her fingers between them and swabs the remnants of our fuckjuices into her mouth, faintly making a popping sound as her fingers slide out of her lips.

“Kyle….” Heather softly says my name.“Please tell me you recorded that.”

And I thought I was sick.

How I wish I didn’t wake up the following day.

FIN

Author’s Note:I really had a great time imagining this. It all started with someone’s else’s fantasy and as I wrote it, it started to take a life on its own. I always asked myself as to what I would fantasize, almost always drawing a blank. Not this time. This time, I expressed it in verbal technicolor.Thanks for taking the time to read this tale. If you have a fantasy you’d like me to write about, send me a quickie.

If you really enjoyed it. Leave a comment. Words of encouragement are always great especially if I got your undies wet.

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