Three weeks later..

The memories of that awful evening haunted Irene every day for the next three weeks. Constantly on alert when the phone rang at home, but there was no sign of contact from Erik Hansen, that horrible man. She had started to get over the whole thing, pretending it had not happened, he had just been scaring her.

Then just after the first period teaching the kids algebra she got a phone call. Probably some parents, she thought but went all pale recognizing the voice of Erik Hansen. "Meet me in the parking lot at lunch, I know you have 30 minutes lunchtime, and you are to spend it with me. If you don't show up, I have a great video-tape to show you're husband". The voice was stone cold, and Irene froze, unable to answer before he hung up.

The next two periods was only a blur in Irenes head. What should she do, did she had any choice. She had to meet him. She didn't want her marriage to ruin. Maybe she could buy the tape from him.

Lunchtime. She put on her coat and headed for the parking lot. She saw the car immediately, being the only one with the motor running. It was a black Chrysler Voyager, and as she stepped closer to the car, the driver, Erik Hansen, motioned her to get in. Irene got in, and they drove off. Irene started to say something but was cut off by a hard "Silence!". He gave her an envelope and told her to open it. The envelope contained several pictures.

One was a very dark one, but Irene could clearly see herself stroking a cock while getting groped at the theatre. The next was from the apartment, her stripping. Then one of her on her knees sucking a cock. One of her on her back spreading her legs with nothing but lust in her eyes, and the last one of her getting fucked by a man. The angles was such that the man couldn't be recognized. Irene was horrified. She felt tears running, and almost sobbing she pleaded "what do you want from me Erik?"

The car had stopped without Irene noticing it. "Oh, I think you know what I want Irene, I told you the last time we met." Irene looked down, sobbing of desperation, she didn't want to believe it. "You are my **** now Irene, you will do what I tell you or else your husband will get a nice video-tape of our lovely night together. And as a bonus I think I'll post those and other pictures on the Internet, mailing some to parents and colleagues. So you understand Irene?". Irene just sat there, realizing that she had ****. Either do what this horrible man wanted or her life would be complete ruined. She sobbed but slowly nodded her head.

"Ok, dear. To prove that you really mean it, I want you to give me a blowjob."

Irene looked at him in shock, "you mean here and now?"

"Yes, you have about ten minutes, that is if you don't want to be late for class."

Irene pleaded, "please don't Erik, I'll pay you whatever you want."

Erik looked a bit irritated, "look Irene, I don't think you understand. I don't want your money, I want you as my slut ****. Now, for being disobedient I want you to beg me to let you suck my cock." Irene, still in shock didn't reply. "Ok, it's your life", Erik said and started the car.

"Okay, I'll do what you want", Irene got really scared. Erik stopped the car again and waited.

"Well Irene, beg me."

Irene sobbed a bit, tried to pull herself together and whispered "let me suck your cock Erik."

Erik leaned forward, "what I couldn't hear anything.

Irene blushed and cleared her throat. "Please Erik, let me suck your cock."

"What, here in the middle of the street, in your lunchbreak Irene, are you sure ? Are you a slut ?"

Irene gasped for air, humiliated and blushing. "Yes Erik, I'm a slut, I'm you slut, now please let me suck your cock", tears started running again.

"Ok, slut Irene, help yourself." Erik leaned back and waited. Irene slowly bent over towards him and with trembling hands started to unbutton his jeans. She could feel his hard on pressing against the fabric.

While sobbing Irene slowly pulled out his erect cock. "You have about five minutes to next class Irene, you better hurry", Eric said coldly. Irene wasted no more time, and quickly guided his cock into her mouth. She worked hard with her tongue whirling around the head while stroking his shaft hard and fast. She could hear him moan, and strangely she started feeling hot herself. "Take it in deeper slut, I know you can take it all Irene". Irene felt so humiliated but also getting hotter and felt she got wet. Erik put his hand on her back head and pushed his cock down her throat. Irene felt like gagging, but tried to relax. She could feel the cock started to throb, he was going to cum. "If you spill one drop Irene, you husband will know", Erik spat out as he pushed her face down his groin and started to cum. Irene tried to get up, she had never swallowed cum before, but she had ****. The first two shots of sperm went down her throat, but a lot stayed in her mouth, as the cock finally stopped spurting it out. "Don't you spill a drop" Erik said. Irene managed to get up from his cock without spilling. She was exhausted, red in her face, breathing hard and with still lot of cum in her mouth. "Swallow Irene, swallow my cum". Irene looked at him with big eyes. "Swallow my cum Irene" His voice got more stern. Irene closed her eyes and swallowed. It was hard, she could feel it started to turn back up, but she managed to keep it down. "Open your mouth and let me see slut". Irene opened her mouth wide to let him see that she had swallowed it all. "Good girl, my slut". Erik started the car, while Irene still breathed heavy, feeling the taste of cum in her mouth. "One other thing before you go Irene. I know your husband is going away for this weekend. I want you to call your mother, make up a story and arrange for her to baby sit your kids. You are to meet me on the same place as we first met, three weeks ago. I want you to wear the same as you did then. Is that understood?" Irene, just nodded, she had problem thinking straight. She still tasted his cum in her mouth and she felt so hot and wet and humiliated. "Did you understand Irene?" "Yes, I understand", she said with defeat in her voice. "See you Friday night at nine then Irene" Irene just nodded getting out of the car all in a daze. The rest of the day she could taste the cum all the time, and she could barely remember it.