Karen Coerced – Part 2

A woman is blackmailed by her sleazy boss to give him sex, but she soon starts to like it and crave more. The continuing story of the deepening sexual relationship of Karen and her dominant boss Jeremy.


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Next day I awoke early. I lay beside my sleeping husband and thought about the day before. I closed my eyes and pressed my palm softly against my pussy as I remembered Jeremy’s hand massaging his come into my folds. Thinking such thoughts made me hunger badly for his cock.

They made me feel dirty too. I showered and got ready for work in a hazy autopilot mode, hardly thinking a conscious thought.

When I arrived at the office I was wearing a Navy satin dress with small white polka dots, to just below the knee. Underneath I had on a full cream satin slip. I had matching cream panties and bra, no stockings, just bare legs and stilettos.

I was sure to be in compliance with Jeremy’s rules today.

I took a seat at my desk as usual. The truth was I felt anxious, awaiting his wish, his command.

It was hard to keep my mind on my tasks, but I didn’t have to wait too long. My phone rang and I picked up.

“Hello, Karen Fisher.” Professional, cool, unemotional.

“Have you been thinking about me Karen?” Jeremy’s voice was low, seductive.

“Yes Sir.” I answered frankly.

“Good.” he purred. “I’m might need to, how shall I say, feel your succulent cunt around my cock today.”

I said nothing, but his words excited me deeply. I was turned on.

“Am I arousing you?” he asked smugly.

“No sir,” I lied. My body felt so charged, so tingly. Butterflies danced in my belly.

“I’ll bet your only regret from yesterday is that I didn’t penetrate you.” I stayed silent.

“Isn’t it?”

“No sir.” I felt unsure how truthful I was being. He made me feel so dirty, partly it was my guilt at feeling aroused by this blackmailing bastard.

“Would you like if I brought you in here and, how shall I say, skewered you on my cock?”

It’s hard to describe what I was feeling. It was jolts of electricity, sexual lightning bolts. He was making me wet and achy.

“Do you think you’d like the feel of me, bare, unprotected, pushing slowly into you? Working my cock deep inside you.” I was tingling, his words made my pussy throb. He paused, then laughed.

“Answer me.” he commanded.

“No sir.”

“Did you like it when I had my hand up your skirt yesterday Karen, groping your cunt?” he spoke softly.

“No sir, I had no choice,” I stammered.

“I think you did Karen” he responded. The line went dead.

I was sitting there, flushed and out of breath. I felt as if everyone around probably knew what was going on. I got up to go to the bathroom, to try and compose myself. When I neared the main office entrance I looked back. Jeremy was standing in his office doorway, watching me. What a creep.

I looked back at him briefly. As my eyes dropped to the floor, I sneaked a momentary glimpse at his crotch. I was certain I could make out a bulge. I couldn’t help but feel he knew where I’d looked.

I quickly shuffled into the ladies room. “Be cool Karen, don’t let him see that he’s getting to you, maybe he’ll get bored” I whispered to myself. But I wasn’t convinced.

After a brief absence I returned to my desk. Before I could sit down I heard his voice again.

“Might I see you briefly for a moment please, Karen?”

“Of course Mr. Roth.” I turned and walked towards his office, or should I say his stronghold.

I stepped inside.

“Stand against the wall.”

I faced the wall, expecting the bald prick to take me from behind.

“Turn around Karen.” I turned.

“Mmmm, you look very sexy today Karen, very feminine. You really are a revelation. Not such a prude anymore. I like your new look.” He reached down and lifted my skirt up, revealing the hem of my full slip underneath. His face lit up.

“Spread your legs, Karen.” Stone faced, I complied.

“Do you know how hard you make me Karen?” He placed his hands on my hips, then pressed his bulge against my crotch and started to grind hard against me. I gasped as I felt his erection catch on the curve of my mound.

He knelt down, hands still on my hips. The tip of his nose moved to my mound. He rubbed it against me, then the tip went deeper between my legs as he stimulated me with the bridge of his nose. He started sniffing like a dog.

I was astounded at the way this sick fuck made me feel. So fucking unbelievably hot. His hands trailed down my dress, along my legs. They moved up my skirt in tandem. He pressed firmly into my groin.

“You’re panties are very wet, for someone who doesn’t enjoy this.”

Part of me hated the vile, blackmailing bastard. Her made me hate myself, for making me want this. Our eyes locked.

“You don’t fool me for a mintue, you’re a depraved filthy whore.”

He pulled my panties down to my ankles, then tapped my left ankle. I lifted my foot. He left the panties dangling around my right ankle. I felt ashamed, seeing the glistening wetness plainly visible in the gusset of my panties.

He bowed down low, then his head went up underneath my dress. I felt the bridge of his nose parting my slit, as he worked his shoulders in behind my knees. He leaned back forcing my knees to bend, causing my back to slide down the wall I was leaning against. I was almost sitting on his shoulders, his face buried between my legs.

I placed the palms of my hands against the wall, bracing myself for his onslaught. Wanting to give him nothing, to show no reaction.

He was voracious, rampant pleasure flooded me. I felt his tongue and lips everywhere, swirling over my clit, sliding along my slit, inside me. The sensations were overwhelming. His tongue changing between soft and wet, then firm and probing as it flicked my clit from side to side.

I couldn’t restrain myself. I was panting, writhing, breathless from his assault.

He had me close to orgasm in moments, my body tense, beginning to tremble.

Like before, he was totally in tune with me, easing off as he brought me closer and closer to the point of no return. Drawing out the inevitable, making me crave release.

He took his time, brought me right to the brink, then drew away suddenly.

He repeated this torture over and over, keeping me a prisoner of heavenly pleasure, never to be set free. Bringing me right to the point of release, then taking me back, denying me.

His tongue expertly massaged my clit. I knew he was relishing this, a master orgasmic craftsman, tantalizing me.

So many times I thought I would come, but he knew just when to bring me back from the edge.

Finally he stopped lapping at my cunt with his tongue.

He reached up, placing his hands on my hips to support me as he came out from underneath my dress.

He stood up quickly, helping me to stand up straight against the wall.

“Turn around you slut, face the wall.”

He unzipped and withdrew his cock from his pants. Bending his knees he lifted my dress and slip and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to my cunt.

There I was, on the very brink of orgasm, my palms supporting me against the wall, gasping for breath. My cunt salivating for him. I could feel the tip of his cock just on the verge of penetrating my cunt. I ached so badly for him, it almost hurt. My clit felt swollen, close to bursting.

“I know you want me to stick my cock in you Karen.” I felt spellbound, saying nothing.

But I wanted it. I can’t tell you how much I needed to feel it inside me.

I fought fiercely, resisting every instinct, the compelling urge to push myself down onto him. My body trembled from the herculean effort it took. The entrance to my cunt squeezed the tip of his cock, a movement that I had no control over. I felt his cock twitch in response.

I don’t know how long we stood like that. All the time, his arms wrapped around me, his hands caressing my body. My belly, my breasts, my mound. His breath was hot on my neck.

We stayed like that for a long time, it seemed like forever. As time went slowly by my aching need finally started to ease. I was regaining composure. I felt like I was winning, but I was unsure of game, the rules.

Without any warning, he pulled away and walked to his desk. He sat against it, his large erection on display.

“Pick up your panties and bring them over here.”

I stood in front of him.

“Drape them over my cock, I want to feel the wet crotch against me.”

He swallowed, his Adams apple bobbed up then down as my fingertips gently smoothed the wet shiny fabric over his cock.

“Thank you Karen.” He zipped himself up, my shiny cream panties wrapped around his erection.

“Will that be all sir?”

“Get out.”

I walked out of his office and returned to my desk. I began to realize just how wound up I was, my sexual tension and frustration insufferable. I wondered if he’d do anything else to me today. I wondered why he didn’t just fuck me. What was his intent.

What sort of sick fuck exactly was Jeremy? Some sort of weird fetishist, was it his idea of sexual torture? Something didn’t quite add up. It felt more like a manipulation that I didn’t quite understand. I couldn’t figure him out.

Lunch went by in a blur. I went to the park for some air. What I really needed was to go and masturbate somewhere, to release my pent up frustration. But I had nowhere to go, and I was behind in my work.

After lunch I managed to put everything out of my mind. I got into a roll with work and was making good progress. I didn’t hear from him for the remainder of the day.

I felt a little dejected, maybe even disappointed as I got up to leave for home.

“A moment if you wouldn’t mind, Karen?” His voice startled me, and I jumped.

Roth was standing in his office doorway. I didn’t have time to think, I walked inside, and he followed, closing the door after him. A shiver ran down my spine.


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