Her oral skills are tested

One breath. That was all she needed. Breathe in the now, breathe out the emotion, the hate, the struggles that she would deal with later. Do what she needed to do, and finish the task in front of her.

Vanessa was no schoolgirl. It had been a while, but at one time she had actually enjoyed oral sex. Taking a man in her mouth, having his most erotic parts right there in her senses; and unlike the crude poking and big, whole-body movements of genital-on-genital sex, oral allowed her to manipulate a man's delicate pieces with precision and finesse. It kept the small tools of her hands and mouth moving, multitasking, and thinking ahead. It was a puzzle to her, and it could be a pleasurably erotic one. Vanessa's pride made her do everything well that she concentrated on - and she had more than once concentrated on sucking a mean dick.

She wouldn't enjoy this, but she had a few ideas of what to do to get it over with.

And... practically speaking... doing well wouldn't only save her time. It would, perhaps, give her a bit of leverage. A bit of space, to keep Brand wanting this rather than wanting something else worse. A bit of incentive, to keep him from turning her in if she wouldn't follow some degrading request. If performing this way was one of her weapons, she would need that weapon to be as effective as possible.

Vanessa took control of her situation, the only way she could. She got on her knees in front of the person she hated more than any other at that moment, and gently moved his hands, placing them on the armrests.

Vanessa kept Brand's briefs on for the moment. She wanted to build up to the sense of skin-on-skin. Looking up, letting sweet submission shine falsely in her eyes, she extended her tongue to its full length and licked her blackmailer's rod right through the thin fabric covering his shaft. Men were visual creatures, the feeling he would get right then wouldn't be as important as the show. Her lips, mouth, and throat, stretched wide open and pointed deliberately up for his eyes. Her writhing pink tongue, moving and slurping. Her sucking ineffectively at his thing through his clothing like she wanted to get to it, like the barrier of his clothing was keeping the dignified, powerful older black businesswoman out, away from her desired goal of sucking his engorged dick.

She kept her eyes locked on Brand's, whose expression didn't disguise being mildly impressed at her sensual change in attitude. Without the guidance of direct sight, Vanessa moved her hands by feel, stroking and fondling so that it wasn't obvious that she was actually searching for the opening of... found. Vanessa hooked her fingers through the hole of his boxers - it was carefully cut, made to not release his package too easily, but the elasticity was loose. Good. It wouldn't wrap back around his privates and constrict them painfully. Vanessa decided to make the hole even bigger, and gave a fierce yank with both hands. Success. She succeeded in ripping the seam satisfyingly, it was enough to allow her enemy's balls to be revealed alongside his cock.

She would need those.

Vanessa was not some kind of sword-swallower blessed with no gag reflex, and she couldn't afford to ruin her makeup; so while she knew that the further she could swallow Brand in, at least in small doses, the better, it would be best if she spent as little time as possible actually taking him into her mouth. Once that started there was no guarantee she wouldn't have to keep going down hard to satisfy him. She would build up to that, get him as ready to blow as quickly as possible before reaching the top. So she started low, where Brand's scrotum hung. She kept her eyes focused up, always staring submissively into Brand's - even when most of her vision was obscured by a veiny white shaft.

Brand apparently was true to his word - in wanting to see how good Vanessa was, and made no move to grab or guide her head since she was putting in the effort. A victory, of sorts, if Vanessa could think about victories when she wrapped her thick, dark lips around Brand's heavy balls and slurped while his drooling cock rubbed along her face. Using all her coordination and multitasking skill, Vanessa allowed her hands to explore elsewhere, massaging Brand's thighs, pubic area, stomach, and chest while her mouth worked higher, slowly licking up and down his now-naked shaft. She opened wide and turned her head awkwardly sideways, flicking her tongue along the length, going up steadily until she reached the sweet spot - the underside of his penis at the base of his glans. She grabbed Brand's cock with one strong, dark hand, pumping slightly but mostly her grip was to hold him steady while she pressed her mouth in hard on that magical little place. Flexing her tongue into a solid, wet muscle she licked firmly - sucking and ramming her tongue right where he was most sensitive; using his own pre-cum to help make her administrations especially slick.

It was working. It had taken degrading minutes of careful build-up, of her office echoing with disgusting slurping noises coming from her own mouth, of continuous submissive eye-staring, but she finally was able to **** a long, involuntary masculine groan out of Brand. Her show was having its intended effect.

"Fuck you're a fucking slut, Ms. Lockley." Vanessa slurped harder at Brand's words, and took the whole head of his penis into her mouth. She even allowed a small, false smile to play across her lips to aid Brand's fantasy. Vanessa had her goal, and working with Brand rather than against him would be her strength right now. She released a calculated moan of agreement... a little too genuine for her own internal liking, but for now it served her purposes.

"This is how you got your office, huh? How you earn your paychecks?" Vanessa wouldn't dignify that one with an answer, faster finish or no. But she didn't deny it, letting Brand help her to help him. She moaned a little again. That... that wasn't so calculated, she hadn't planned to respond to his degrading inquiry like that.

The fake smile was gone from her lips, replaced by a genuinely distressed little furrow in her brow. Still, she looked upwards, blinking only when necessary.

Brand rested one hand on the back of Vanessa's head, lightly, but using the weight of his muscular palm to prompt her down a little further. Vanessa complied, allowing her head-bobbing to go a little deeper. She hadn't quite bottomed out yet, and Brand was getting close. She could feel it, in the twitching, musky thing that filled her mouth.

"... Or am I only just now getting what you pass out for free? Is this your secret pastime, Ms. Lockley? Are you the company cocksucker?" Brand's second hand joined the first, both still resting gently, but the added weight prompted her head down a little more. Vanessa could feel her throat tighten a little bit, as Brand's bloated helmet began to touch farther than her reflexes were comfortable with when her bobbing took her to her full depth.

"Mmm-mm" Vanessa shook her head slightly, half protesting Brand's crude words, half his beginning to take control of the blowjob. Vanessa put her hands on Brand's thighs in a bracing fashion, so that she could push back if he -

"GMMOH!" Without warning Brand pushed down with all his considerable might, shoving her face very nearly to the base of his cock, which split its way down her throat. Spit and worse shot out of Vanessa's nose at the sudden displacement of fluid in her esophagus. Her entire body thrashed. Her feet kicked the ground rapidly, her hands pushed futilely then started punching and slapping at Brand's muscular thighs. She screamed, her body **** into action out of sheer survival instinct - not caring who heard, who would enter to see her awful scene, or who would learn of her crimes against her employer. Nothing mattered but the primitive need to live, to survive this and end the pain and horror lighting up her brain.

Perhaps fortunately, almost all of the sound of the yell was shut out by Brand's thick cock in her throat. Instead of a cry that would send the whole office to her door a long, **** gurgle sounded as precum and throat slime shot out of her mouth and all over Brand's balls and pubic area - **** out by the air trying to escape around Brand's cock from her **** shriek of terror.

"Do as I say, and I'll let you off. Look at me so I know you understand." Vanessa's eyes had closed when Brand shoved her all the way down his meat pole. They flew open, staring up desperately - bulging and bloodshot.

"Move those hands, I don't want to feel them again." It took the entire **** of Vanessa's will to override her hands' instincts. They refused to stop fighting, and clenching, and she settled for forcing them out to her sides and back, sending them to ward off invisible enemies elsewhere.

"Good, now when I let you up, I don't want to hear any more lies, understand? Think carefully how to answer truthfully."

Brand released Vanessa, and all at once her head flew up, first gasping in a breath, and then aspirating on all the throat and sex fluids she just sucked in by gasping. She coughed, her lungs desperately rejecting the fluid, and it flew straight out of her mouth, drooling down her already spit-soaked chin and further creating a shimmering line of vile stuff down to her chest.

"Put your mouth back on my cock. If you're good, you'll be able to breathe and answer with my dick in your mouth. If you're not, you can try a different answer with me in your throat. I can't guarantee I'll be able to understand you if you're down there, though."

Back on... that awful thing? Vanessa looked down, scared of the vicious-looking slime-covered snake staring back at her. It looked clublike, the tapered end only serving to better **** her abused throat if she didn't answer to Brand's satisfaction.

Surely she could get up, call security now. Brand would have as much to lose as her.

...Or not, or he was too smart, too good a liar, and able to hire lawyers that would rip her defense apart. She could see it now - Brands sincere face, Vanessa had tried to blow him to keep facts he found out secret, then claim ****. He would receive a relative slap on the wrist. She would lose everything.

Her head was already moving forward anyway, her trembling lips wrapped their way around the evil white thing in front of her. She looked up - a frightful mess of beautiful, tight dark skin covered in runny makeup, disheveled hair, and positively dripping with filthy biology.

She **** her head to start bobbing again. This had to almost be over. Just answer the questions, and get this sadist the hell out of her office.

"Now: Did you get where you are, and continue to get paid, because you'll suck the dick of any man that might get you ahead and cut you a check?"

"Or: Are you just a slut that hands out nice blowjobs like you showed me for free?"

Neither! But, that wasn't important. She had to... what answer was Brand looking for? They were both awful.

"Phu Phee," Vanessa decided, her mouth struggling to form anything coherent around Brand's thick cock.

"For free?" Brand's hand hovered over her head.

Oh, god, she had been wrong... but she hadn't been impaled yet... Vanessa decided to go with the answer, and nodded fearfully.

"Wrong." Brand's hand shoved her down, and Vanessa's own hands, remembering how they were to help her survive, shot again to the side, bending backwards and circling uselessly, like broken wings.

The pain never came. The head of Brand's penis pressed against the tender, soft top of her throat, but didn't **** its way in. Vanessa opened her eyes, that had screwed themselves shut. Brand's face was smiling. "You saved yourself by not fighting it, slut. You learn quickly. Want to try again?"

The forty-plus year old executive nodded desperately, almost triggering her own gag reflex against the leaking pole buried deep in her mouth.

"Use your tongue when you're not talking. I know you know how."

Vanessa began stroking Brand's unwelcome penis with her saliva-covered tongue. A small stream of drool that she was unable to swallow, created by her body in anticipation of the vomit that continually threatened her, ran down her chin and dripped onto her large breasts and smart business skirt.

"Good. Well, go on, answer."

"Gekk kaikg?" Vanessa tried her second option, trying to ignore how her stomach twisted and throat protested when it twitched to try to **** out the guttural 'words' past Brand's threatening manhood.

"Get paid? You get paid by your employer, get your promotions by getting on your knees and sucking off anyone that will help you?" Oh, God, how humiliating. What was Brand making her say? Vanessa nodded shamefully.

"Wrong again."

What?! How was that possible? Brand's hand didn't shove her down. Instead it began patting, almost slapping, the back of her head firmly - forcing her head to bob right where her gag reflex started, moving his thick head in and out of her throat repeatedly.

"One more chance, for doing your part of sucking my dick so well, Vanessa. What is it?"

What... could it possibly be? It was impossible to think, to form a thought in her ****, whirling mind. Disgusting, wet, rhythmic Guk... Guk... sounds ensued painfully from her throat at each timed pat.

"G- Guk... G- Gak... Gowpp! -Guk," Vanessa finally figured it out. The patting stopped.

"What was that?"

Vanessa had to blow a long stream of slime from her mouth to be able to even grunt out a semblance of an answer again.

"Goakh."

"Both?" Vanessa nodded, almost smiling that somehow Brand had interpreted her incomprehensible, liquid-filled grunt to mean her intended answer.

Brand smirked at Vanessa, and gave her a final, humiliating pat on her head.

"I'm proud of you, Vanessa, for being so honest today about what you are. I've... been holding this back for a little bit... so let's see if you can finish strong, okay? I want you to hold out your big old black udders, understood?"

Almost... over...

Vanessa would have done practically anything. Holding up her bare breasts for this man, an unthinkably degrading task less than a half-hour ago, was an eager treat compared to the suffering she had just endured. Brand's hands left her head, and still squeezing her own chest into a valley of dark cleavage the ebony corporate businesswoman bobbed her head up and down on his cock, independently and enthusiastically, uncaring of the strands of drool and worse swinging to-and-fro from her chin. That clung at the height of their arcs to her neck or breasts or Brands scrotum. The only thing she cared about was finishing this thing as soon as possible.

"Enough, slut. Get off. I'm almost there." Never in Vanessa's wildest imaginations could she have conceived being so happy to hear the words, 'Enough, slut' while she was sucking a man's penis. Brand's cock popped out of her triumphant mouth, and he pumped it, aiming to spray great, sticky, white pools of cum all over her already fluid-soaked tits. Vanessa could feel every drop splatter, sticking grotesquely in murky, gross white streams that contrasted hotly to her uniformly chocolate-colored skin.

"One last thing - well, besides cleaning me up." Brand held up his phone one more time, "Look into this and tell the camera what your job here is at TAC, as the only black female executive."

Vanessa obeyed. It was over. Still propping up her now-cum-covered breasts, Vanessa looked into the camera with the most abused, ugly face she had ever worn. She breathed in great, sucking breaths, and let the words flow uncensored from her tortured throat.

"My job... at TAC... is to swallow dick..."

In her eagerness to complete her task of blowing Brand, Vanessa had barely allowed herself air in the last stretch, and she had little enough before that. Sweet oxygen rushed to her brain as she breathed, slowly allowing her to think once again. A mixed blessing, as she began to process the full extent of her awful circumstance, and the fact that whatever hellish ride this was, was far from over.

Vanessa looked at the clock, partially visible on her desk. Of the eternity it felt like, only fourteen actual minutes had passed since Cheryl had called her. Eleven remained, plus whatever she could stall for, if she could get Brand out of here and herself in a place where she could coherently talk on the phone.

Brand's pubic area was a mess of rapidly cooling... stuff. Vanessa didn't have the time or the stomach to think about exactly what it was composed of, and there was certainly no time to argue. She lowered her beautiful eyes, delicately raised Brand's penis with one hand, and buried her face in his crotch so she could slurp every bit of it into her mouth. She didn't even have time to worry about the wiry hairs she choked down.