Blackmailing Blowjob [MF, oral, facial]

*Something short and sweet for you. Enjoy*

“You’re late, Allison.”

I click my teeth in irritation. “Sorry, Blake. Might I remind you that we’re at work?”

He definitely didn’t like my disapproval, even if it was a small one. “Might I remind you that it’s only because of me you still have this damn job?”

He slams his phone on the surface of the desk. A video plays. I can barely see the video, but I can damn sure hear it. It echoes right through every part of my brain. A woman moaning, loudly, during sex. The sounds of a cock sliding in and out of her ass. The man grunting in approval. Calling her a “good girl,” and demanding her to “take this fucking dick.”

My jaw clenches so hard it feels like it’ll snap.

Those are my moans. I’m the girl getting railed in the video. My ex boyfriend is moaning my name and telling me how much he loves fucking me. He’s pulling hair that isn’t different in length, style or color from today.

Blake smiles at my shame.

“Are you going to cooperate, Allison?”

I reply as scornfully as I can, “Yeah.”

“Yes, *what*?”

I swallow my tongue, it makes a lump in my throat so uncomfortable I gag on it. “Yes, *sir*.”

His body relaxes, and lips resting atop his strong jaw curls into a smile. He knows he has me. If that wasn’t evident already…

“Good. Because you’re quite the teacher. Everyone here raves about how awesome your second graders are. I’d just hate for those little bundles of joy to have to show up one day, and their teacher was fired for having some very ‘not safe for work’ content shown to the Principal.”

My fists are so tight my knuckles go pale. I want nothing more than to punch him so hard that his gorgeous face flies right off of his body. But… I’m stuck. Teaching is my life. My 2nd graders are everything I’ve wanted and more. I can’t let my dickbag of an ex boyfriend ruin my life a second time, indirectly or not.

My hands fall feebly at my side, and he practically drools at my submission.

He continues, with a lustful look in his eyes. If his hands weren’t on the desk right now, I’d swear he was masturbating. “I’ve had quite a long day, and I’ve got a stressful meeting coming up soon.”

My heart skips a beat. *He can’t possibly mean-*

“In about…” he checks his watch. “Seven minutes, Principal Smith will be coming in for a chat about my performance. You’re going to get me nice and relaxed for it. Otherwise… I’ll have to report this ‘anonymous tip’ I got.”

My throat and mouth have barely recovered from the facefucking he gave me in his car yesterday, now I have to blow him to completion before my fucking *boss* walks in?

My head is spinning, trying to wrap my head around this predicament I’m in. My legs move for me, understanding the urgency of the situation. I take a few nervous steps forward, but he holds his hand up, stopping me in my tracks.

“Ah ah ah.” He says. “Crawl.”

*Bastard.*

Slowly, I get to my hands and knees. One embarrassing step at a time, I crawl towards him. His eyes have that crazed look, like I’m his prey that can’t help but come to him, and he’s going to devour me with much more enjoyment than the hunt.

Before long, I am face first at his giant bulge, barely hidden by his pants. He wants me to do all the damn work, and make me earn the ability to leave this room with my career intact.

I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and grip his cock tight. His thick, stiff shaft glistening in the fluorescent light, practically begging for my mouth. My lips quiver, and I stare into his eyes. Full of fire, he looms over me.

“Get to it, slut.”

My off hand digs into my thigh, my nails sinking into my flesh to steel myself.

With a deep breath and my adrenaline starting to flow through my veins like wildfire, I open my mouth, and pop his cock in.

His groan gives me all the gratification I didn’t know I needed. I open my throat to take as much of him in as I can. From base to tip, I stroke his cock and make slow, methodical bobs on his huge shaft.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a good girl.”

He’s *really* turned on. Ridiculously hard. I feel the throbbing tension in his shaft. Blake is getting off more on his possession of me than my mouth.

Not to say he doesn’t enjoy his cock on my throat. His low growls of approval let me know that I’m on the right track to an orgasm.

The only issue was how fast I could make it happen.

My knees already started aching on the cold floor, and my jaw already hurts around his large size. But I don’t stop. I can’t. My pulse quickens, and I don’t stop blowing his cock. My hand and mouth move faster and faster, shoving the dick in and out of my throat with haste.

I am on *fire.*

The feelings of it all are nearly overwhelming.

The urgency to shove his cock in my mouth, bruising my throat forces me to cramming him down deeper and deeper. The tears well in my eyes, but I ignore them. His gaze on my performance bores at my skull, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

“Running low on time, Allison.”

*Dammit, how long has it been!?*

I spit on his cock, and shove it back into my throat. My fast paced blowjob just turns into me working my own face like a pussy. His hips buck against my mouth, triggering my gag reflex with each stroke. It hurts, God’s my chest feels like it’s going to explode, but my heart is exploding against my ribs.

Beneath it all, shame burns deep in my stomach. My clit is throbbing. My panties are getting more damp by the second.

I shouldn’t be liking this.

I should hate this…

But I don’t.

He ignores my whimpers and smiles through my oral assault. He’s squirming, and the tension builds.

*Cum for me, dammit. Give it to me!*

“That’s that slut I saw on cameras. Fucking suck that cock.”

He’s close. I suck expectantly, preparing to swallow his large load.

Blake had other plans.

He grabs a mess of my hair, and yanks it backwards. His cock pops out of my mouth, and suddenly I’m locking eyes with his crazed, animalistic stare.

His other hand pumps his cock, and before I can react, his load shoots at my face. The first sticky rope of cum launches across my nose. The second powerful shoot hits my cheek. The third smacks my forehead, and the rest of his orgasm coats my face.

He roars are of deep satisfaction as he paints my face like a canvas. I hardly had time to react. Even if I did… he’d have demanded a facial. He probably wanted this exact thing the moment he called me into this room.

“*Gods,* that’s a proper slut.” He roars.

From shamed, to embarrassed, to humiliated. I can’t tell if my tears are from me gagging, his cum, or just me wanting to leave the planet. Delicately, my fingers try to wipe my eyes so I don’t get his cum in them and have to deal with the sting.

I hear him back away, and sigh relief.

“Much better. Just like that. Stress? Gone.”

I open my eyes to him standing tall, looming over me with his large frame. Another physical reminder of the power he held over me.

He says, “Oh, I was lying about the principal coming here. But I do have a meeting with her.”

I ball my fists up again, and want to wait cry and hit every inch of him I can reach. But he zip his pants up, fixes himself and tosses two sheets of facial tissue at me.

“Clean yourself up. I’ll see you next time I need you. Don’t make me come get you.”

With that, he leaves the room, and closes the door behind him as his footsteps echo down the hall.

Now, I’m actually crying.

I clean my face as best I can so if by chance I meet someone on the way to the bathroom, they won’t notice my obviously freshly fucked face.

As I finish and prepare to leave that room, my phone buzzes.

It’s a text. From him.

It’s a picture of me playing with my pussy, sent to my ex boyfriend. And l curse myself for being a dumb bitch, because my face is also in the image. It took me too long to make the picture work before I was satisfied, and now I just just I could could back in time and stop myself from existing.

He follows this picture with his next command.

“Prepare that tight little asshole for me tonight.”