Blackmail Breeding

Blackmail breeding is one of my favorite hobbies.

Blackmail breeding: I took a job as a secretary working for this hot older man. Actually, he wasn’t much to look at, always stressed out about work and family. Sometimes his stress got to him so bad that his little dick could barely get hard no matter how long he stared at my ass, bent over in his office in my short mini-skirts. I loved playing with his mind.

Blackmail breeding was always my plan.

One morning when I came to work, it was clear that the boss-man had already been there for hours, working on end-of-month reports between quick peaks at porn on the internet. His face turned beet red when he realized he’d left one of his naughty windows open that I happened to see when I brought him his coffee. “Damn these pop-ups,” he said – pathetically trying to play it off. L-O-L. I couldn’t figure out whether his shame was worse than that semi-hard mini dick of his.

Clearly, it was the perfect time to execute my blackmail breeding plan.

“Shut-up, boss-man,” I said as I straddled his lap and popped my bra-less breasts out of my blouse. “I know you spend a solid four extra hours in this office watching porn and trying to work that dick of yours up. A mature man like you should have mastered his own cock by now. I’m less than half your age, and I already know I can do it better.”

Boss-man was speechless.

From there, I worked the rest of my clothes off until I was stripped bare to my pink lace panties and the feathered anal plug I had placed inside myself just before I brewed boss-man’s coffee. I then proceeded to slowly strip him down to his boring boxers and business socks. Haha, every stitch of boss-man made me laugh. I nibbled at the wet spot on his boxers where his leaky cock struggled to get erect. Then I pulled back, turned around, and crawled on all fours in front of him, so he could get a good view of my anal plug. I arched my back to throw my hair over my shoulder and look behind me, A small tent was pitching in boss-man’s boring boxers.

My blackmail breeding scheme was coming along nicely.

“Boss-man, you like what you see, don’t you?” I coyed teasingly. “Tell me, boss-man, are you rising to the occasion because you want to replace my butt plug with that little nub beneath your boxers? Or – are you wanting to be me right now, with the plug preparing you? Don’t be shy sweetie, we’re both grown-ups here.” Boss-man looked incredibly bewildered at my astute observation, and he stuttered over his words. Little did he know that I was a proper sexual psychopath with an agenda – blackmail breeding would literally put his little cock and his big bank accounts in the palm of my hand. Do you want to know what happened next? Have you ever fallen prey to blackmail breeding? It can get really treacherous. Call me for a scandalous story, or better yet, let’s play with a scandal of your own.

Oh and a little secret about me in case you don’t know yet, I’m a multi-orgasmic nymph.

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