Frank makes a deal

Frank let her play for a moment before picking up his phone and taking a few pictures of her nude body and her semen spattered face.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, looking at him with alarm.

"A few souvenirs of a memorable fuck," he chuckled. "I'm getting quite a collection of you."

"What...are you planning...planning to blackmail me?"

"Furthest thing from my mind Lucy. I just like looking at pictures like that. Brings back great memories. You must have some great memories of the party."

"I hardly knew what happened. Just like now. I was...was suddenly so horny...I had to have you...God you've got a great cock...fuck...so good..." she looked at him, her face confused and wanton, shaking her head as she bit her lip.

"I'll bet your boyfriend is in for a treat when he gets home," Frank laughed. "He probably won't know what hit him."

"Oh God...my boyfriend! He'd be so mad! And my boss! Fucking in the office...with a complete stranger...acting like a whore! He fire me...ruin me..." she looked worriedly at Frank, dismay plain on her pretty face.

"Well they won't hear from me," he smiled. "It can be our little secret. We don't need to tell anyone about it, or show them pictures. About this or any time in the future."

"What...what do you mean...this was a one time thing...I don't even know what happened..."

"Oh Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...you know that you want this cock again. Hell, if I wanted I could take you again right now and you'd be begging for more. How many times did you come? Don't tell me you didn't love it" He fondled her as he spoke, seeing the flush of arousal on her skin, feeling her squirm. He pulled her into a long and hungry kiss as his hands explored her, knowing that she was in his power.

"Ohhhhh....oh God...are...are you going to...to fuck me...again...right here...oh fuck..." she whimpered.

"Not right now," he chuckled, giving her rump a squeeze as he stepped back and started to dress. "But someday soon. Someday very soon. When does your boyfriend come home."

"Tomorrow...why...you're not going to..."

"I said I wouldn't tell him," Frank growled. "I want you to share with me, like I shared with you. I want pictures of you welcoming him home, fucking him senseless."

"What...why...how..." she babbled, looking at him frantically as she dressed.

"Set up a cam. You're a smart girl, you can figure it out. He comes home, you fuck him, you send me pics. It'll be exciting, fucking him, knowing you have an audience."

She stared at him for a moment then nodded, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. Frank could see her getting excited by the idea, and he knew he had her completely hooked. He pulled her into a farewell embrace, feeling her tremble in his arms, before stepping back and opening the door.

"Thank you for your time Ms. Trask. I really appreciate it."