Sandra is blackmailed anew

Sandra Noce read the nameplate on the wooden door before she grasped the knob. ' Sarah Jones - Director of Budgeting '. The thirty-two year-old took a deep breath and thrust the door open suddenly, stepping inside quickly and shutting it behind her.

The middle-aged woman smiled bemusedly at the subordinate standing before her desk, looking at the half-dressed young businesswoman over the top of the opened attache case on the desk before her.

The raven-haired young woman fumed as she stood there, watching the woman finish counting the banded money she still considered hers. Her ample bosom heaved in the tight confines of her too-small sweater tank as she caught her breath from the brisk walk across the floor of JWI. Her exposed flat belly muscles flexed in and out under the tawny sheath of smooth skin as well.

"It's considered impolite to storm into your superior's office without knocking, Miss Noce," Jones said, her voice thick with sarcasm as she casually closed the briefcase and snapped the clasps shut. The hefty budget director eyed the pretty brunette over the half-lenses of her reading glasses, taking in the results of the alterations she had requested. "Do you think that outfit is appropriate for the workplace?" Jones added, barely able to hold back a chuckle at Sandra'a expense. She tried not to let her delight in the results show on her face as the high cheek-boned embezzler began to speak.

It seemed so simple, so easy to Sandra Noce earlier. Now, with the dark eyes of the woman seated before her seeming to penetrate her very being, the words were hard to get out.

"I.. I knew it had to be you.." she managed to stammer out, her fists clenching, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she thought of this woman spending her ill-gotten gains.

"Oh, did you really, Sandy dear.." Sarah smirked, easing back into her chair as she pulled the case off the desktop by the handle and deposited it by her side. Sarah was further delighted to see the young accounting department worker flinch when she called her that. She knew she hated it. "Yet you did nothing to confront me, continued to put yourself through every degrading hoop I ran you through," she chuckled. "You are just a typical big-boobed bimbo trying to fuck her way through the company, instead of putting in long hours, working her way to the top like I had to! I detest you, and all those like you!"

Sandra was flabbergasted at being talked to this way. She stepped back a step, trying to find words herself.

"I'll turn you in! Tell them you have stolen funds!" she bluffed.

"Oh, really? And you will tell them I stole it from your large stash of embezzled cash?" Jones challenged. "And there is still the matter of your electronic missive.." the woman continued to sneer, reaching forward once again over her desk to grab her laptop and flip open the computer. The woman clicked her fingers across the keys, opening a stored program.

Sandra Noce flushed red as she watched the Real Player program replay the masturbation session she had been **** into performing for her blackmailer earlier.

Both women watched as Sandra writhed in a less-abbreviated version of the outfit she now stood before Sarah Jones in.

"So are you telling me you are bisexual, Miss Noce?" Sarah asked, lifting her ample frame from the chair and stepping around the desk. "After all, if you knew I was the blackmailer, like you said, you must have been really performing for me, eh?"

Sandra looked from the LCD screen to the woman stepping up to her. The sounds of her panting, "Fuck me, fuck me.." could still be heard in the background.

"No, no, I don't.." Sandra bleated, backing away from the woman, watching Jones as she flicked the lock on her office doorknob.

"Oh, I know, Sandy.. you like dick.. well, I can take care of that for you, too."

Sandra watched as Sarah made her way over to the satchel hanging from her coat rack. She saw her boss rummage inside the leather pocket on the outside. Her eyes widened when she saw Jones pull out a beige dildo with black straps dangling from it.

"This more to your..taste, sweetie?" Sarah asked, pushing the dildo head in Sandra's face. "Sluts like you will take it any way you can get it, right?"

"No.." the thirty-two year-old moaned, trying to pull her face away from the rubber phallus pushing at her lips.

"C'mon, honey.. get it nice and wet... you know the way..you'll only make it hard on yourself later if you don't!" Jones cackled softly to herself after hearing her play on words.

Sandra realized the woman was not to be denied, once again. She sat down in the simple upholstered chair in the corner of Jones' cubicle, looked up at the woman sneering down at her, and reached out for the rubber prick, wraping her delicate fingers around the wide latex shaft. Her tongue slowly poked out between her full lips, and Sandra slowly, wantonly, laved the faux cock, her spittle shining the ribbed sides.

"That's better.. lick it like that.." Jones watched, mesmerized, as the aristocratic features of the snooty younger woman were distorted as she took the bulb of the head between her lips and suctioned down along the dildo's length. "That's the slutty cocksucker we all know.." cooed Sarah, petting the blue-black mane of the seated woman before her.

Sandra Noce tried to ignore the plastic taste, pretend she was servicing a real cock, closing her eyes and continuing to pump her head up and down the cock's length.

The accounting department worker heard a rustling of clothing and reopened her eyes, fluttering her long lashes, blinking to focus on what was before her.

Sarah Jones stood before her, her business suit's skirt dropped, the cock harness now strapped below the girdle of the hefty woman.

"Assume the position, Miss Noce!"

Sandra just looked at her, stunned.

Sarah Jones wasn't happy with her disobedience. She reached out and grabbed a shock of her hair, yanking her to her feet by it. She looked at the younger woman, nose to nose.

"Lean over the chair and get that slutty ass up in the air!" Sarah growled, twisting her around and shoving her over the simple chair.

Before Sandra could comply, Sarah pushed her to her knees on the seat cushion and yanked up what little was left of the skimpy skirt hem.

"Here, office slut! Here is what you've been begging for!" The budget director near-shouted as she grabbed Sandra around the waist and slid the long beige dildo unceremoniously inside the ragged folds of her cunny.

Sarah Jones began to buck back and forth, breathing heavily as she fucked the young woman mercilessly, making Sandra fuck back and mewl out loud, despite herself. The hefty woman slid her hands underneath Noce's top and squeezed the round, pliant, titmeat as the prong at the opposite end of the dildo rubbed her Sarah's swollen clit, making her climax on top of the raven-haired beauty.

Sarah grinned evilly when she heard Sandra begin to cry beneath her.

"What's a matter, sweetie?" asked Jones, petting the hair of the girl underneath her, though not really caring. She was just glad she seemed to have brought the little twit down a few pegs.