Sarah stared at the email on her screen. The attached photos showed her pocketing cash from the register at the bar where she worked. Clear as day. Her boss Mike had caught her stealing to cover rent. The message was simple: Come to my office after close or I send this to the cops and your family.
She showed up at midnight, heart pounding. Mike sat behind his desk, smirking. "Lock the door," he said. "Strip."
Sarah's hands shook as she pulled off her shirt and jeans. She stood there in her bra and panties while he watched.
"On your knees," he ordered. "Suck my cock and maybe we forget about the money you took."
She crawled over, unzipped him, and pulled out his thick cock. It was already hard. She wrapped her lips around the head and started sucking, tasting salt and skin. Mike grabbed her hair and pushed her deeper until her nose hit his stomach. She gagged but kept going, spit running down her chin.
"Good girl," he grunted. "Deeper. Use your tongue."
He fucked her mouth for several minutes, then pulled out. "Bend over the desk."
Sarah leaned forward, ass up. Mike yanked her panties aside and shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was wet despite everything. He laughed. "Look at that. Blackmail makes you drip."
He lined up his cock and thrust in hard. Sarah moaned as he stretched her. Mike pounded her from behind, slapping her ass with each stroke. "This pussy is mine now until I say otherwise. Understand?"
"Yes," she gasped.
He came inside her, filling her up. When he pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. "Tomorrow night, same time. Wear a skirt. No panties."
The next night he made her ride him on the couch in the back room. Sarah straddled his lap, lowering herself onto his cock while he held her hips and made her bounce. "Faster," he growled. "Show me how much you want to keep that job and stay out of jail."
Her tits bounced in his face. He sucked on her nipples and slapped her ass until it was red. She came hard, clenching around him, which only made him fuck up into her harder until he shot another load deep inside.
By the third week the blackmail had turned into a routine. Mike texted her demands during shifts. She would sneak into the storage room to send him photos of her pussy or finger herself on camera for him. At closing he would fuck her in new ways: against the wall, on the pool table, once with her face pressed to the front window while the street was empty.
One night he brought a friend. "Suck him off while I fuck you," Mike said. "Or the video goes public."
Sarah got on all fours. The stranger shoved his cock in her mouth while Mike took her from behind. They used her like a toy, switching holes, calling her names. She came twice, messy and loud, cum dripping from both ends by the end.
After two months Mike finally deleted the evidence in front of her.
"We're done with the blackmail," he said. "But you still show up when I want that pussy."
Sarah nodded. She left the bar that night with his cum still inside her, already knowing she'd be back.
