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I only
had myself to blame. Mike had the power to
blackmail me into doing anything he wanted
and it was me that gave him everything he
needed to do it. His first demand seemed
simple enough: strip naked at work and
masturbate. The first part of his demand
was easy. I had gone into work on Sunday
and the library building was deserted
except for me. The doors to the building
were locked and there was little chance of
anybody surprising me while I set about
complying with Mike's first demand.
The
thought of the consequences of not
surrendering to Mike's blackmail was
enough to arouse me. Standing completely
naked in my office enhanced my pleasure
but there was still something necessary to
do before I touched myself. I looked at my
pile of discarded clothes draped neatly
over my chair. If somebody was to arrive
unexpectedly I'd have plenty of
opportunity to get dressed before they
made it to my office, even if in that
unlikely event they walked directly from
the front door of the library. The thrill
would not be enough unless I was far
enough away from my clothes and the safety
of my office.
I could
feel the excitement building as I left the
sanctuary of my office, walking barefoot
and completely naked towards the rows of
shelves at the back of the library.
Arriving at my destination I looked back
across the wide open space now between me,
my office and the front doors. There'd now
be no chance of sneaking back to safety if
somebody was to enter the building. I'd be
trapped, forced to hide naked between the
rows of shelves and wait until the person
had left.
My
nipples were tensely erect and sensitive
to touch as I stood there in the shadows
caressing myself. I thought of all the
things Mike could force me to do if he was
there with me. I imagined him standing in
front of me; a handful of ropes at the
ready. I spread my legs widely and could
almost feel the ropes securing my ankles
to the legs of the shelves of either side
of the rows of books. In the still silence
of the deserted library I could easily
imagine him stretching my arms out to the
sides and lashing my wrists to the
shelves. Naked and spread eagled like that
my mind drifted to thoughts of him
touching me all over. I held my breath as
I felt his fingers pinching my nipples;
pinching them hard and twisting them until
I was forced to gasp.
The heat
between my legs felt omnipresent. I
imagined him feathering his fingers up the
insides of my thighs; getting close to my
tingling clit but without touching. It
became like torture. I struggled in the
imaginary restraints and begged him to
release the orgasm I felt building inside
me. Nothing happened for a long moment. I
opened my eyes. Mike stood naked in front
of me enthusiastically massaging his erect
cock with lubricant.
He moved
to stand behind me. I felt the heat of his
body against my back; the hard greasy head
of his cock seating itself in the crater
of my anus. He reached around me and again
pinched my nipples. "Are you ready?" he
asked. "No!" I squealed but it was too
late.
He drove
the full length of his huge cock to the
deepest depths of my bowel in one swift
movement. My whole body tensed and I
gasped for breath. The pain was intense;
blinding. He then slowly withdrew his cock
completely. There was no time to recover.
"Are you ready?" he asked a second
time?
I lost
count of the number of times he repeated
this agonizing ritual. Maybe ten times he
rammed his cock into my ass. I counted as
far but it didn't stop there. The
lubricant did nothing to ease the burning
friction each time he stabbed me with his
cock although the same painful sensations
sent pleasurable shockwaves through my
clit. It was no longer a dream.
I found
myself forgetting about the dream and
furiously frigging my clit in the reality
of my surroundings. My fingers were
saturated with sticky wetness; the pungent
odor of my juices seeming to fill the
entire empty space of the library. I had
orgasmed with an intensity not experienced
before. I had met my blackmailer's first
demand...
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