Marty's

Brandi couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, despite the fact that everything in her life seemed to be going great. She and Kyle were still dating, and to her surprise, Marty had left her alone, or at least she had managed to dodge him. The video that he posted on Motherless.com, the one where he was spanking her, had been taken down. Whether it was because Marty had removed it or if it was due to her own report, she couldn't be sure.

Brandi and Kyle's relationship blossomed, with each new day bringing them closer together. They enjoyed each other's company, and she found solace in his unwavering support. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that she had found a genuine, caring partner. As time went on, Brandi couldn't shake the feeling that the other shoe was going to drop. She knew that her past with Marty could come back to haunt her at any moment.

Today, Brandi had a lifeguard shift at the pool with Kyle. The sun was shining, the water sparkled under the rays, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter. Brandi felt a sense of peace as she scanned the pool, making sure everyone was safe. Kyle, by her side, was in high spirits. He teased her playfully, and she couldn't help but laugh. Brandi felt truly happy. As she basked in the warmth of Kyle's affection, she couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different.

Marty, clad in a pair of shorts and a golf shirt, ambled out to the pool. He caught sight of Kyle and Brandi, chatting and laughing, and sauntered over to them. He slapped Kyle on the back, a fake grin plastered on his face."Hey, Kyle, what's up, man?" Marty asked, feigning interest. "You know, I was just wondering if I could borrow your girlfriend for a few minutes. I need her to take some dictation for me."

"No problem, Marty. Brandi and I were just taking a break, so she can come with you for a bit." Brandi loved Kyle, but he could be pretty dense sometimes. She rolled her eyes. She, on the other hand, was not as quick to acquiesce.

"Kyle, I don't know. There are too many kids to watch by yourself." Brandi couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension. She knew Marty all too well, and she could sense that this was a trap.

Marty rolled his eyes, a sneer creeping onto his face. "Come on, Brandi. Just a few minutes. It's important." Brandi's heart pounded in her chest. What could Marty possibly want from her?

Kyle wrapped an arm around Brandi's shoulder, pulling her close. "Don't worry. I can cover the pool while you two are gone."

Brandi sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Alright, but I'm not staying long. I'll be back in a bit."

Marty, sensing her hesitation, flashed her a toothy grin. "It may take a while, to be honest. Kyle, I'm really going to be working your girlfriend hard. We've let things slip lately, and we have some catching up to do."

"Don't worry, Brandi," said Kyle, "I've got everything under control." Brandi thought to herself that couldn't be further from the truth. With that, Marty took Brandi's arm in his clammy hand, guiding her towards his office. She walked alongside him, her heart heavy with unease, but she tried to push those feelings aside. As they entered Marty's office, Brandi couldn't help but feel the tension in the air.

Marty shut the door behind them and locked it. As he turned to her, she could see the gleam in his eyes. Brandi swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. "Okay, Marty. I'm listening. What do you need me to do?" Was he going to **** her to do something she didn't want to do? She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"Alright, Brandi. Have a seat at the desk. We need to reorder chlorine and pool supplies, and fill out a week's worth of safety reports." As Brandi sat down in front of the small desk in Marty's office, her mind raced with worries and concerns. She couldn't shake the feeling that Marty was up to something.

"Isn't that your job?" Brandi asked, as Marty came to stand uncomfortably close behind her. He laid his hands on her shoulders.

"Congratulations, Brandi," said Marty slyly, "on your promotion to safety manager. Now get to typing." She nervously pulled up the documents and started typing them out from the written forms on Marty's desk. Brandi's fingers danced across the keyboard as she filled out the safety forms, her focus on the task at hand. The sound of her typing echoed through the room, punctuated by the occasional click of her mouse. She was determined to get everything right.

Suddenly, Marty's hands began to rub her shoulders in slow, circular motions. Brandi paused for a moment, unsure of how to react. "Um, Marty, do you need something?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.

Marty's voice was low and smooth. "I do need something, and I'm going to get it. Now just relax. Keep going, don't stop." Brandi nodded and resumed typing, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease she felt. As she worked, Marty's hands continued to roam, eventually slipping down the front of her bikini top. She could feel his fingers gripping and squeezing her breasts, the sensation sending a jolt of shock through her system.

Brandi's heart raced, and she debated whether to confront Marty or not. She wasn't sure how he would react. Marty's hands continued their relentless **** on Brandi's breasts, his fingers digging in painfully as he pinched and twisted her nipples. The pain was distracting but she gritted her teeth and continued to type. "Marty, please stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This isn't right."

Marty's hand slipped from her breasts, and he leaned in close to her ear. "You know what, Brandi? I think you're right. But you know what else isn't right? The video of you giving me a blowjob. I'm not sure your boyfriend, Kyle, would be too happy to see that." Brandi's heart sank. She knew she was in a precarious position. Marty's threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, and she could feel the weight of it bearing down on her.

"I... I need to finish this," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Brandi's body trembled, but she continued to type, her mind racing with fear and desperation. She knew she had **** but to submit, at least for now. The thought of her boyfriend finding out about the video was more than she could bear, and she couldn't risk losing everything she had worked so hard for.

Marty chuckled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's a good girl. Just keep typing, no matter what else happens." Marty gripped Brandi's hips and he pulled her roughly off her chair, bending her over the desk. "Keep typing, baby," he growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Brandi's heart raced as she felt the cool air conditioning on her exposed ass and pussy as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, leaving her completely **** to Marty's whims.

Without warning, Marty's hand came down hard on her ass, the stinging slap echoing through the room. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain, her fingers fumbling on the keyboard as she struggled to maintain her composure. The spanking continued, each blow landing with increasing ****. Tears streamed down Brandi's face, but she refused to let them interrupt her work. She had to keep typing, no matter the cost.

Marty's hand left red, burning imprints on her flesh, and she could feel the heat radiating from her ass. How would she explain the red marks to Kyle? They'd be plain to see in her bikini bottoms. Despite the pain, she **** herself to concentrate on the task at hand, her mind a haze of pain and humiliation. As the spanking progressed, Brandi's body shook with each impact, her fingers trembling on the keys.

She knew she had to endure this, for her job, for her future, and for the sake of her relationship with Kyle. The spanking finally came to an end, leaving Brandi's ass raw and aching. She felt Marty move close behind her, unbuckling his pants. As Marty's small, hard prick pressed against Brandi's swollen, wet folds, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She hadn't realized that she was soaking wet.

Brandi could feel Marty's breath on the back of her neck as he positioned himself at the entrance to her virgin cunt. Her heart raced, her body tensing in anticipation. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of what was about to happen sent a shiver down her spine. Just as Marty was about to push inside her, Brandi let out a scream, her voice filled with fear and desperation. "Stop! Please, stop! I'm a virgin!" she cried, her body trembling.