Used by Hubert

Knelt at his feet, she wiped her hands clean on her pants. Hubert stared down at her, his chair creaked as he leaned forward, reaching down, his greasy fingers swept over her chest finding her nipple. Her skin crawled at his touch. Her breast dropping back into place as Hubert leaned back, his fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft swinging it back and forth.

He angled the head towards Lindsey, her stomach twisted in her gut. “Please Hubert,” she started.

Before Hubert interrupted with a laugh, “Lindsey, you don’t need to beg,” he brushed his hand over her cheek, into her hair, pulling her closer, “It’s all for you.” His cock pressed against her pursed lips, his grasp keeping pressure to move forward. She wanted to reply, to try convincing him once again, but with his member against her lips she couldn’t open her mouth without giving in.

The pressure built against her lips, until she felt her lips starting to part. The physical barrier faltering, the last defense. She gasped as he twisted his hand, pulling her hair. The momentary lapse in concentration was all it took for his cock to invade her mouth.

Her tongue depressed by his dick, inch after inch **** into her mouth. Lindsey gagged as he reached the back of her throat. Her back arched trying to pull away, his hand keeping firm, saliva drooling down over his shaft. A few inches pull free of her mouth, his cock head on the verge of passing her lips.

But he pulled her towards his groin once again. His cock filled her mouth once again, his guidance pushing her face back and forth along his shaft. His dick pushed into her throat, her forehead pressed to his gut.

“Unngh,” he grunted, pulling her head back. His hold steadfast, as he jerked himself off with his free hand. Her saliva lubricated his strokes. Her breathing was heavy trying to regain a normal pattern.

The first spurt was a surprise. Warm cum draped over her cheek. Another hitting her brow, sliding beneath her glasses, pooling over her eye, barely closed in time. Another streak over her lips. He slapped his cockhead against her chin, leaving wet marks of the last dregs of cum.

His cock rested against her lips, her eye scrunched shut to keep the jizz out. “Smile,” he laughed before his phone imitated the sound of a camera shutter.

“You said,” she started, pausing as talking caused his cock to bounce against her lips, “You said, you’d delete everything.”

“I said no such thing,” he said, his cock flexing slapping against her lips. “Lindsey, this is just the beginning. And now I don’t even need to fake the footage,” he hit a key on his keyboard, the tv showed a recording from just moments ago. Then, the picture of her face plastered in Hubert’s cum.

The tv then moved on to footage of her driveway. The timestamp told her it was the morning, Nate’s car pulled out of the driveway. The time ticked forward at an accelerated pace, until she walked out her front door to her car. “According to the archives, you leave about 20 minutes after Nate each morning. Which is enough time for you to visit me in the morning.”

The morning. Her stomach fell, it wasn’t over. Hubert wasn’t about to let her go, and thanks to trying to fix it, she’d only dug the pit deeper. The false texts, the stolen nudes, and now the very real footage of a blowjob.

He removed her glasses, setting them on the table. He pulled a towel from beside his desk, using it to wipe at her face. The fibers hard, crusty, her stomach revolted at the realization of his used cum rag dragging across her face, wiping clean the fresh cum.

“So should I expect you here in the morning? Or should I prepare all the files to be sent?” he asked. His cum rag still pressed against her cheek, his cock resting on her lips. Her tongue was heavy, she couldn’t speak, everything crashed around her. She just nodded, his dick slipped to one side, leaving a wet streak across her other cheek. “Good, then you’d better hurry home before Nate and your pizza arrive.”

He held her glasses out to her, with shaky hands she took them. Her vision restored as she slipped them back into place. With shaky hands, she fumbled with her bra, and pulled her shirt on.

She barely got her first step in when Hubert called out, “Oh and Lindsey,” her heart stopped for a beat, “I expect you to answer my texts.” He waved her off and she scurried out the door, across the yards, and into the safety of her own house.

She was in the middle of brushing her teeth when Nate arrived home. “I pulled in with the pizza guy!” he shouted from down the stairs.

“I’ll be down in a second,” Lindsey shouted back, giving my hair a final once over, looking for any trace of cum.

Nate was throwing together a couple salads when she made it downstairs. “You’re never going to believe what Harper did today,” Nate started carrying over our salads. He continued on about his day at work while she listened.

*Dwing* her phone pinged. She wiped the pizza grease on the napkin before checking it. [How’s the pizza?]

Hubert’s words about answering texts echoed in her ears. She paused before giving a simple [Good] as a response. She waited for more texts but none came through. Was he just testing her?

“So how was your day?” Nate asked stabbing a pile of leafy salad on his fork.

“Awful,” she sighed without thinking. He raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. She obviously couldn’t tell him about Hubert’s ****, so instead she went with, “Long and boring, and then Jacob was being a creep again.”

“And you’re sure you can’t report him?” He poked at the familiar discussion topic. They ran through the motions, and moved on to what they would watch that night. She was only half there, distracted by her phone on the table, knowing that it could ping at any moment, pulling her back into Hubert’s ****.