'Conference call'

Sandra Noce sat in the quiet of her office, working at the keyboard of her laptop, trying to shake the feelings stirred up inside her. The columns of numbers just seemed to swirl as she thought about what the people assembled in the conference room thought about the sight of her unfettered boobs jostling before them as she made her presentation, her dark nipples showing through the lightweight knit of her sweater tank. She also wondered who was in possession of the silky white panties she had worn to work today. When she pictured any one of the good-looking executives wanking their cocks into her panties as they sat behind the big desks of her office, her pussy gooshed.

'I've gotta stop thinking like this!' she thought to herself as she tried to shake the pornographic images from her head. Then she noticed the green light indicating new mail on her laptop. With a combination of desire and dread, she opened her e-mail program.

A PICTURE IS WORTH TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS screamed the subject line.

Now filled with more dread than desire, Sandra clicked on the line, allowing the message to open. Trembling in trepidation, she read.

'You looked all hot and bothered by the time you were finished with your little titty-flashing. I'm offering you the opportunity to get yourself off, it should be easy now that you are unemcumbered by your silky white undergarments. So I can enjoy this as much as you, I want you to boot your webcam and then click on the link below.'

'Well, I know where my panties are, sort of,' Sandra thought to herself as she hooked the small lensed orb on her desk into her laptop. The camera was little used, only on rare occasions when she did conference calls to other JWI offices. She clicked the link on her e-mail and waited. A program opened that showed her at her desk, from the view of the webcam.

She brought the original e-mail back up and continued to read.

'Masturbate for me. Pull that tank top down so your big titties stick out over them and hike up your skirt so your pussy shows. Then get to it, telling me how you'd love to fuck every man in the building. I'm sure I don't have to tell a slut like you how to get yourself off. I'll be watching. Goodbye for now.'

The idea of masturbating for her unseen blackmailer was very stimulating to the raven-haired brunette,even though every fiber of her being told her this was very wrong on so many different levels. She also didn't understand what it had to do with ten thousand dollars. She assumed it was meant as a euphemism, like a thousand words.

Sandra already knew what would happen if she didn't go through with it. A prison sentence for embezzling had been spelled out for her enough times to be effective.

The stacked brunette scrunched lower in her seat so her face, pussy and tits were all on view. She did as requested, yanking the scoop of her tank top down so that her boobs were puffed up and out. Sandra then pulled the hem of her skirt up to her flared hips, affording the camera an unobstructed view of her black-thatched twat. She concentrated on the lens of the camera, looking into it lustily, as if Ron or Jeff or even Jason were looking through the other end. And maybe one of them was. Her pussy gooshed again at the thought.

As Sandra brought her left hand to the wet folds of her pussylips, she used her right on her left tit, stroking the nipple and watching it grow. Her passion increasing, Sandra delved her two middle fingers deep into her swampy slit, using her outer fingers to keep her cuntlips pried apart. Battering her pussyguts with the two fingers, she thumbed her clit, making it pop out from under it's fleshy hood, all hard and wet.

Sandra realized that she would easily be able to suck on her nipple, the way her breast was distorted balloon-like up near her mouth. Even though it wasn't in her instructions, she thought her blackmailer wouldn't mind if she did so.

Between licks of her left aureole, Sandra purred into the camera as she diddled her pussy to climax. "I wish you were here to do this for me! You make me. . so . .damn. . hott!" Sandra played with her right titty as she bucked her hips up into her foraging fingers. "I dream of you fucking me here, right on this desk!" the brunette growled into the camera, not sure where the words were coming from.

As she pictured one of her fully-dressed colleagues blasting into her, Sandra came, writhing and bucking on camera.

As Sandra relaxed, sweaty and disheveled, the light for new mail came on again.

THANK YOU FOR COMING read the subject line. Sandra opened it, eager to find out if her blackmailer was pleased. Her full, red lips widened into a wide 'O' as she read.

'Good work ,slut. I think you've missed your calling. You should have been a porn star. If you don't want the entire building to see your impassioned pleas, bring ten thousand dollars of your ill-gotten gains in your briefcase to the break room on your lunch break. Lest you think I'm bluffing, look at the faces of the company's most eligible bachelors as you head to the bank.'

The pretty brunette rested her forehead in the palm of her hand as she propped her arm on the desk. Sandra couldn't believe it. She seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into a situation she could not escape.

Sandra walked over to her closet and picked up her briefcase, emptying out the contents. She thought she better get this over with as soon as possible. She straightened her wardrobe and stepped into the hallway leading to the other offices.

Sandra knew Ron James and Jeff Chambers were considered prime catches by some of the ther office girls, even if company policy wasn't likely to give them a snowball's chance in hell of doing anything about it. She casually looked into Ron's office as she strode by. She caught his eye, and he just looked at her, stunned.

'Ohmigod, no!' Sandra thought as she made her way past Jeff's work area. He saw her, looked at his laptop and looked back at her again. 'They saw me!' the brunette realized, quickening her pace in her high heels. She couldn't get out of the office building soon enough.