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"Sure, which time would suit you?" "What about seven?" he suggested.
Emma was surprised by the suggested late time but agreed to it.
When it was time, Emma left the office and drove over to ARGON's offices.
Peter met her in the lobby of the office building. "Let’s find a conference room," he said and walked down a dimly lit hallway to the back of the building. This part of the building seemed deserted at this time of the day, and Emma began to feel uncomfortable.
"Where are we going?" Emma demanded. "Just finding a quiet place to continue our negotiations," he replied.
"Here we go," Peter said and stepped into a conference room. There was a table with several chairs in the middle of the room, and a big screen hung at the top. Peter closed the door and locked it after Emma had entered the room.
"Why are you locking the door?" Emma asked, irritated. "Just to make sure that we are not disturbed in our negotiations," Peter replied with a smirk.
"Shall we sit down?" Emma asked, wanting to get back to business and conclude the meeting as soon as possible.
"Sure, sit down. I wanted to show you something before we get to the boring contract stuff," Peter said.
Emma sat down while Peter plugged a cable into his laptop. The big screen came to life, and Emma’s eyes went wide. She blushed and paled immediately afterwards. She saw herself on the screen, blindfolded with three guys around her, more precisely with three guys with their cocks buried in her.
"What the fuck?" Emma exclaimed.
"I just wanted to remind you how you earned your deal," Peter smirked. "Now, we can discuss the terms of the contract. I assume you want to offer me a discounted price, right? I mean, you don’t want this video to be sent to your boss, do you? Or to your other colleagues."
Emma was shocked. She had given in to be the sex toy of Peter and his friends to make the deal. But she did not see it coming that Peter would film their sex party and that he would blackmail her with it.
Emma gathered herself and said, "I can give you a 10% discount and the additional applications that I mentioned to you before."
"25% discount and the additional applications," Peter countered.
"I can offer you a 15% discount and, in addition, the first-year maintenance service for free," Emma tried.
"I could accept a 15% discount and your services for free," Peter replied.
"What do you mean by ‘my services’?" she asked.
"Well, from time to time, I have clients to entertain to make them more amenable to our products. For these situations, it would be helpful to have some female support," explained Peter matter-of-factly.
"You are such an asshole!" Emma exclaimed in shock.
"I like it when you are flushed with agitation," Peter sneered.
"It’s up to you, we can make a good deal for both of our companies, or I can end your career by sending these nice videos to your boss," Peter said calmly.
Emma paled and stared at him in disbelief.
Peter got up and went around the table to Emma. "Stand up," he said to her.
Emma was still dumbfounded and got up.
"You made a choice yesterday, a free choice, I want to point out. You wanted this deal so badly, now you need to bear the consequences," he continued in his calm voice.
"And you enjoyed the attention from my friends yesterday. Or do you want to deny it? Watching you, I would have difficulty believing you if you said you didn’t like it."
Emma stood still and stared at the big screen. Peter reached out to his laptop and started the video.
He moved behind her and put his hands around her. Emma was still in shock and did not move. One hand moved to her tummy, and the other moved up to her tits and cupped her left tit. "Tell me, what do you see?" he asked her.
Emma stayed silent, still staring at the screen, watching herself being blindfolded and fucked by the strangers.
"Come on, tell me how it felt to be fucked by three strangers at the same time, to have three cocks buried deep in all of your holes," Peter whispered in her ear.
"I did it to make the deal, as you said," Emma replied tersely.
"That was not my question," Peter countered. "I asked you whether you liked it."
That was a question she did not like to answer to this sleazy bastard. The problem was that her body betrayed her as she thought about her feelings when these strangers fucked all her holes. Her nipples began to get hard, and she felt her pussy getting moist.
"No answer is also an answer," Peter smirked triumphantly. "I knew that you were a little slut," Peter smirked.
Peter removed his arms and turned her around. "Undress," he ordered her.
Torn from her thoughts and the shock, she gasped, "What?"
"Undress," he repeated calmly. "I want to assess your services. We have a deal, don’t we?"
Emma’s eyes went wide. Slowly, she realized the consequences of her choices the day before. She was in the hands of this sleazy, extorting bastard. Anger boiled inside her. She was angry with herself for getting into this situation and had no idea how to get out of it. She was also furious because of her mixed feelings about what had happened the day before. And she was angry with this bastard who had brought her into this situation. Now he wanted to drag her even further down into his perverse world.
But she was not there yet. "You had your triumph yesterday and showed your friends what a great guy you are. Now let me go, please," she tried to reason with him.
He looked at her for a moment and then said, "Emma, it is a bit late for that. You have had a first flavor of being a little slut and of being the center of attention. And you liked it, no, you enjoyed it. Look at you."
Peter turned her, so she faced the big screen and watched how the three guys fucked her.
He moved again behind her. "Tell me that you see," he whispered in her ear.
Emma stayed silent. Peter put his hands around her again. This time, he moved one hand again up to her tits and cupped one. His other hand moved over her tummy to her crotch. Emma gasped.
"Did it feel good to be fucked by three guys at the same time?" he asked again. "Tell me!" He raised his voice.
Emma was fascinated by watching herself with three cocks buried inside her and remembered that it felt indeed great.
As she was distracted, Peter moved quickly and undid the button and zipper of her skirt. He pushed down her skirt and put his hand over her pussy. She felt his bulging pants against her ass.
"Even if you don’t speak or deny it, your pussy says something different," Peter whispered while he pushed her thong aside and put a finger into her folds. Emma moaned softly.
"I’ll tell you what I see on this screen in front of us. I see a little slut who’s being fucked in her pussy, in her mouth, and in her ass. And the little slut enjoys it very much. I see one guy ramming his cock into her pussy while there’s another cock in her ass. You probably felt very full. You could not cry out loud because the third cock was in your mouth."
Emma had to admit that Peter’s description and her memories of the guys fucking her turned her on. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Peter let go of Emma. He opened his pants, and his big cock sprang out. He bent Emma forward and pressed the tip of his cock against Emma’s pussy. Emma remembered his big cock from the day before. She gasped when he pushed his cock into her pussy.
"Just to remind you how much you enjoyed yesterday’s sex with my friends," Peter whispered in her ear. He pulled out his cock a bit and pushed it back again, a bit deeper.
"Do you still want to tell me that you didn’t like it to be fucked by my three friends?" he asked with a smirk in his voice.
He pulled out and pushed back even deeper. Emma moaned softly. He increased the speed of fucking her.
Peter grabbed Emma's hair and pulled her head up so that she was looking at the screen again. He reached out to his laptop and restarted the video. "Look at you and listen to your moans. You are such a little slut!" Peter groaned as he pushed faster into her pussy.
Peter put his hand over Emma’s pussy and put a thumb on her clit, which sent a shiver through her body, and she softly moaned again. She felt an orgasm building up inside her.
"Do you want me to stop?" Peter asked her.
"No, don’t stop," Emma moaned.
"Do we have a deal?" he asked her.
She made her choice. "Yes, we’ve a deal," she said softly.
Peter stopped fucking her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head in surprise.
"Go back to hubby and have him fuck you," he replied. "Tell him what a little horny slut you are."
Peter picked up Emma's skirt and put it in her arms. "Get dressed."
Emma was stunned. She stared at Peter and heard her moans from the video. "What are you waiting for? Get dressed! It’s time to go home to your hubby," Peter said.
Emma stepped slowly into her skirt and pulled it up. Peter gathered his laptop and papers and went to the door. He unlocked the door and waited for Emma while she retrieved her belongings.
Peter left the room, and Emma followed him. He brought her to the lobby and said matter-of-factly, "I am waiting for the final draft of the contract with the discussed terms. And I will let you know when your services are required. Have a good night."
Peter turned and left her alone in the lobby.
Emma was still in a haze. She walked through the lobby to the exit, left the building, and went to her car. She got into her car and stared out of the windshield, gripping the steering wheel. She tried to grasp what had just happened.
The last two days had been a roller coaster. Yesterday morning, she was confident that they would have a successful trade show and secure sufficient contracts. But then she felt devastated when Peter informed her that his company would not be buying the new software. She felt relief, thinking that she had saved the company and her job by yielding to Peter’s offer to be the sex toy of his friends. Now, however, she felt devastated again, realizing that Peter extorted her and she needed to do whatever he wanted to save her career. The disconcerting part was that, at the same time, she was weirdly excited about the prospect of further sexual adventures.
She suddenly longed for Greg. He was her anchor in turbulent times and the most important person in her life. She started the car and drove home.
Emma went into their house and shouted, "Hello, I am back." Greg came to greet her at the door. "Hi, Hon, how was your day?" he asked.
Well, that is a good question, thought Emma. She had already decided the day before to be open with Greg. Therefore, she said, "Well, it was a successful day and a shitty day."
Greg looked confused at her. "Shall we sit down, and you tell me what happened?" "Sounds good," Emma replied.
They went into the living room and sat down on the couch, each in one corner, so they faced each other.
"The good thing today was that I agreed with ARGON on the terms of the contract. So, the company and my job are safe. That is as long as I do what Peter McOwen wants," Emma summarized her day.
Greg looked at her with a blank face. "What do you mean by ‘as long as you do what Peter McOwen wants’?"
Emma blushed, "Peter is extorting me. He filmed me with his friends yesterday."
"This depraved bastard!" Greg exclaimed. "Let’s go to the police."
"No," Emma shrieked. "That would destroy my career. Everyone would know what I did to make the deal with ARGON. Please promise me that you’ll not tell anyone," Emma begged.
Greg considered what Emma had just said. She had a point. "It was stupid to give in to this bastard. Now it is a total mess," Greg snarled. "What does he want you to do anyway?" he asked.
"To help him entertain his clients," Emma replied.
"What is this meant to mean?" Greg asked.
"I don’t know, he didn’t say more explicitly what he wants," Emma said.
"Will you be his slut whom he can send to his clients?" Greg probed.
Emma blushed at the notion of being a slut sent to Peter’s clients.
Greg narrowed his eyes and looked at his wife. "You look like you would not mind being his slut," he said.
"We once promised to be honest with each other. You now need to promise me not to be mad at me when I tell you how I feel," Emma said softly. "You are the love of my life, and I am very happy with you. But I have discovered a wild, dark side of me. I know it sounds crazy, but I indeed enjoyed it yesterday to be fucked by these strangers. But afterwards, I wanted to get back to you, wanted to come home." Emma had tears in her eyes. "The last thing I want is to lose you."
The revelations from his wife left Greg dumbfounded. He got up and walked through the room to process what he had heard.
"You are my wife and belong to me. I am not willing to share you with other guys," Greg said.
"I will always be yours," Emma replied and went to him. She put her arms around him.
Reluctantly, Greg put his arms around her. "I don’t want to lose you," he said softly.
"How is this supposed to work?" Greg asked and stepped away from her. "Will you just go and come back? And I will just ignore that you have been fucked by someone else?"
"I leave it up to you whether you want to ignore it or whether you want me to tell you about it."
"I am not sure that I want to know about the great sex you are having with other guys," Greg said.
"We are having great sex," Emma told him.
"But it is not sufficient for you," he replied.
"It was great to have different experiences with these other guys. But as I said, I love our sex."
Greg was not convinced. He still struggled with the thought of his wife having sex with other guys and enjoying it, and potentially, enjoying it more than having sex with him.
His emotions overcame him, and he took Emma in his arms and kissed her passionately. She kissed him eagerly, and they played with each other’s tongues.
Greg pushed Emma’s jacket over her shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse. He pushed it over her shoulders and kissed down her neck to her tits. Greg unclasped her bra and pushed it over her shoulders.
He licked around the areola of her right tit and bit into her nipple when it got hard. Emma moaned softly. Greg cupped her other tit and twisted her nipple with thumb and index finger, which sent a shiver through her body.
Greg’s hands moved to her waistband and opened her skirt. He let it slide down her legs. She stepped out of it. He also pulled down her thong.
Greg embraced Emma and kissed her. He broke the kiss. "You are all mine. You hear me?" Greg asked. "Today, I am the only one who fucks you," he announced.
Emma stiffened. "What is it?" Greg demanded.
"I have to tell you something," Emma said softly. Greg’s eyes narrowed. "What?"
"During the negotiations over the terms of the contract, Peter showed me the video of me with his friends. He threatened to show it to my boss and colleagues," Emma started.
"Yes, yes, you have already told me that," Greg interrupted her.
"He forced me to look at the video, and then he started to fuck me."
"This bloody bastard," Greg exclaimed.
Anger boiled in Greg. "How did he fuck you? he asked.
"From behind," Emma replied. He turned Emma around and bent her forward. They were standing next to the couch, and Emma put her hands on the backrest of the couch.
Greg pushed her legs further apart. "So, you looked at the video. What was happening in the video?" he asked.
"I was being fucked by the three guys."
"At the same time?"
"Yes."
Greg opened his pants and pulled them down with his trunks. His hard cock sprang out. He pushed the tip of his cock against Emma’s pussy and shoved his cock into her. Emma gasped.
"Was his cock smaller or bigger than mine?" Greg wanted to know.
"His was bigger."
"Much bigger?"
"Not much."
"Tell me the truth!" he demanded.
"It was huge," she replied.
"Did you like his huge cock better than mine?"
"No, I like yours more. It is big enough for my tight pussy."
Greg pulled out his cock a bit and thrust it back deeper. Emma moaned.
"Did it turn you on to watch yourself being fucked?" Greg inquired.
"It was a bit weird seeing myself, but I remembered how it felt to be fucked by these guys, and yes, it turned me on," Emma replied between moans while Greg was ramming his cock into her pussy.
"Did you come when Peter was fucking you today?" Greg wanted to know.
"No, he stopped fucking me when I gave in to his demands. He said you should fuck me."
Greg stopped fucking Emma. She turned her head in surprise. "What is it? Please keep fucking me," Emma begged.
"So, Peter is not only telling you what to do, but also me," Greg growled, his anger again boiling in him. "This bloody bastard!"
"It is now, and here are only you and I," Emma told him. "I am all yours."
Emma straightened up, turned around, and knelt in front of Greg. She took his cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around his cock head. She stroked him and took more of his cock in her mouth and bobbed on it. Greg groaned and grabbed her head. He arched his back and pushed his cock towards her face.
Emma looked up at Greg, and he looked into her bright blue eyes. She continued bobbing on his cock and cupped his balls with her free hand. Greg felt that he was close to coming.
He took her head in his hands and withdrew his cock. He bent forward and pushed Emma down to the floor. He lowered himself between her legs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and Emma responded by twirling her tongue around his poking tongue.
Greg lifted her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy. He straightened up and rammed his cock into her pussy. He grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it. With the fingers of his other hand, he twisted the hard nipple of her other tit. Emma moaned with the jolt of pain and joy that ran through her body from the twisting of her nipple.
Greg thrusted hard into Emma’s pussy. "You are mine," he groaned.
Emma felt her orgasm roll through her body, and her pussy squeezed Greg's cock. Greg came with a loud growl and spurted his cum into her pussy.
Greg slumped on Emma, and both gasped for air.
When Emma had recovered, she whispered, "Yes, I am all yours."
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