seemed to get off on it in a big way. The man's hand shot up and down his hard cock faster and faster until his prick turned fiery red. A tiny droplet of pre-come beaded on his prick.
Paul shot his last picture as Farley's prick exploded with come. His jizz spattered all aver Sandy's booted foot. Farley kept his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked hard on the whip handle and beat his cock harder and harder.
Sandy squawked and kicked Farley in the face. He tumbled backwards to the floor. 'You swine!' she cried. 'You came all over my boot! Lick it off! Now!'
She lashed him with her whip, landing hard blows on his back. Paul could see there wasn't any mercy in her beating this time. She lashed out furiously.
No doubt about it. Sandy Kramer was a merciless bitch. The man in the room obediently crawled over to a point where he could lick his jism off the woman's boot.
'Lick, lick!'
He licked. His tongue shot out pink and moist to slurp up the gooey come all over her boot. He even kissed and sucked the toe of her boot to make sure all of it was gone.
'You disgust me,' Sandy said, dropping the whip to the floor. She reached down, stepped gracefully into her panties and pulled them up and over her buttocks. Paul could hardly keep his prick in control, but he managed. He had his pictures and that was all that counted. He silently walked down the hallway, looking at the shots he'd taken and marveling at the wonderful color of each picture.
He even caught the proper tint of pink on Sandy Kramer's cunt-lips. The white of Sandy's come on her boots was perfect and the shot of the man beating himself off and sucking the whip was a classic. Paul wondered if he might even be able to sell this one to some magazine.
Paul went back to his office, laid the photos out on his desk and pressed the intercom switch, Angela answered and he said, 'I want to see Miss Kramer in my office immediately. Or whenever she gets back to her office.'
'Yes, sir.'
Paul sat back in his big leather chair and smiled to himself. This was going to be fun!
CHAPTER FIVE
'That was a disgusting thing to do to me,' sulked Sandy. She sat hunched down in the seat of Paul's small foreign sports car. He easily took the curves of the dirt road leading to the lake. 'All those pictures. Goddamn, I didn't think anybody'd sink that low.'
'I figured it was the easiest way to get you to come up to the lake. I've been wanting to… enjoy your company for some time.'
'I bet you have.' She pulled her arms more tightly around her voluptuous body and glared at him.
'Sure, I have,' he said in a conversational tone. The very idea of having this hot fox in the same car with him made his prick rise. But, to know that they'd spend the entire weekend fucking like rabbits really turned him on. Blackmail or not, he wanted to get into Sandy Kramer's pants and fuck the shit out of her.
He began daydreaming, wondering how tight and hot her pussy really was. She might even be a virgin! The thought hadn't occurred to him before. All the hot and heavy action he'd seen her engage in had lacked a meaty prick shooting up into her cunt. Her cherry might still be intact. That didn't mean she didn't know the score, it just meant he might be the first one to really fuck her.
The idea made him even hotter for her body.
'I think it's a lousy, rotten, stinking thing to do. And poor Chuck Farley is going to have a coronary when he finds but.'
'You can use the pictures to get him to invest more money with the company. What's so bad out that? Your prestige goes up and the company picks up big bucks on his account.'
'Yet, sure, asshole, for awhile,' she snapped. 'As soon as the pictures are all ransomed off, he moves all his account to some other company. A man like Chuck Farley has special needs and I happened to find out about them. It was an unwritten thing between us that neither would tell about what we did. You violated the spirit of that. He's going to be pissed, and I mean royally pissed, too!'
'So don't give him back all the pictures,' suggested Paul, enjoying the feeling of power he held over Sandy. The woman looked sexier than ever as her cheeks flushed with anger. He wondered if her pussy-lips were rigid with new blood flowing into them. He could only guess now. Later on, he would find out.
'I want you to burn the pictures. All of them. I'll do anything you want this weekend but you've got to get rid of the pictures.'
'No deal, baby. We can get along nicely, you and I can, if we don't argue over trivial things like this. You made the agreement to come up here no strings attached. I won't bother mentioning the pictures to any of the bosses, unless you don't pleasure me the way I think you should.'
'You scum-sucking bastard,' she muttered.
He only smiled. Seeing her in this condition made him all the more aware of the way lie enjoyed power over women. His wife was a real bitch at times and managed to make life hell for him. He didn't dare do with her what he wanted; she was the daughter of the senior partner at the brokerage house. While he hadn't gotten his position because of that, it wouldn't do to rough up the boss' daughter. So he put up with her nagging and her 'not tonight, I've got a headache' routine. Knocking off a piece now and then at the office helped. His secretary went along with his play-acting and that made him feel good.
He would feel worlds better once he got it in with Sandy. And it wouldn't be play-acting this time. It would be for real.
'Are you a virgin?' he asked Sandy. The startled look on the woman's face told him he might have hit close to the truth.
'Hell, no!' She slumped into silence again. Then, about a mile farther down the road, she added, 'Some damned kid raped me when I was in high school. Said I was a cock-teaser and he was only giving me what I really wanted. God, I hated him.'
'Hated? You decided it wasn't so bad after all?'
'Shit, man, what do you use for brains? I got even with him. I cut his balls off with a pair of hedge shears.'
Paul straightened behind the wheel of his car. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not. If she had been raped, it would certainly explain her contempt for men and her single minded desire to get ahead in a man's world. But had she actually gone so far as to castrate the guy who raped her?
'That's funny,' he said after swallowing hard. 'Del was laughing and telling me what a castrating bitch you were. It's really true, huh?' He hoped she would deny it. She didn't, and that made him all the more thrilled about the weekend coming up.
He was going to fuck one hell of a fine prize.
'Here we are,' he said, slamming on the brakes and skidding in the soft dirt, to the door of the cabin. 'A nice little A-frame I bought last year.'
'Fuck,' she said.
'That's what we're here to do. Let's go on in and get started. What do you say?'
'I say fuck off, mister. I don't want any part of this. Go on and use your Goddamned pictures. I'll get even with you if you get me fired. And those pictures of Farley you wouldn't dare use. You'd lose his account for sure if you ruined him.'
He stared at her for a moment and then laughed.
'You think you've got it all worked out, don't you? Rut you came up here. That means you don't really know whether I'd use the pictures to get you fired. Well, baby, let me tell you this straight from the shoulder. Damned straight, I would! I'd love to see that pretty white ass of yours in a sling. I hate it the way you go around the office all the time wagging that butt of yours and smiling slyly. You're a Goddamned cock-teaser, that's what you are. And your prick-teasing days have come to an end!'
He grabbed her and brutally crushed her lips against his. He enjoyed the feel of her frightened body as she
