Corporate Blackmail Pt. 01

She wanted to scream at him, to demand that he stop. But the words stuck in her throat, overwhelmed by the sensations and the alcohol induced fog in her brain. Instead, she forced herself to submit, allowing Richard to take her to a place she didn't want to go.

It happened suddenly, a sharp jolt that left Astrid seeing stars. Richard's fingers had found her most sensitive spot, her clitoris, the focus of her pleasure. His touch drove her to an extremely unwanted, but very pleasurable, release. She writhed beneath him, tears streaming down her face as she came undone.

In the dimly lit room, Astrid lay on the bed panting heavily, her senses dulled by a cocktail of alcohol-induced haze and the intensity of an experience she hadn't sought. Richard, his actions shrouded in a manipulative calmness, swiftly proceeded to remove her clothing.

"Just lay back... relax... let me take care of you," Richard's words carried a sinister undertone as he expertly navigated the task at hand. His whispered assurances were meant for the hidden microphone on his phone, capturing every moment of her vulnerability.

Astrid's responses were reduced to a symphony of soft moans, the involuntary expressions of a mind grappling with the unexpected and unwanted sensations. Her consciousness wavered between the fog of intoxication and the stark reality of the unfolding situation.

Soon the discarded remnants of her professional attire formed a halo around the bed, a symbolic representation of the dismantling of her identity in the face of Richard's coercion and cold desire. The midnight blue Hugo Boss pantsuit, the silk ivory blouse from Equipment, the Christian Louboutin nude pumps, the La Perla navy blue lingerie set, and the Wolford Satin Touch 20 Denier nude thigh-high stockings lay scattered around the bed, tangible remnants of Astrid's corporate façade that had been stripped away.

The microphone on the smartphone absorbed the ambient sounds of the room -- the soft rustle of fabric, the subdued moans, and the whispered assurances. The room bore witness to the disintegration of Astrid's agency in the face of Richard's carefully orchestrated plan.

As the last piece of clothing was removed, Astrid's naked form lay exposed, the remnants of her professional attire scattered around the bed. Richard gazed at her pale form with pleasant surprise as his gaze drifted from her blonde hair, down her pretty face, onto her pale chest and the swells of her rosy-pink capped breasts. He grinned as he realized she was a healthy C-cup, something that had been concealed by her corporate attire. As his own black cock stirred, he knew she was going to be one of his most enjoyable conquests.

As Astrid lay on the bed, overcome by a potent mixture of alcohol and the lingering effects of an unwanted climax, her body felt heavy, limbs unresponsive to her desperate attempts to resist. Powerless and subdued, she could only watch in a haze as Richard positioned himself between her long, slim legs, spreading them wide apart.

She lay there, her eyes closed, attempting to block out the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Richard's breath was hot on her skin of her thighs, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. All she could focus on were the sounds of him at her mercy, his labored breathing mingling with the soft moans that escaped her lips.

And then, his tongue. It was a curious sensation, delicate yet powerful. It lingered at her entrance, probing gently, before grazing the sensitive skin around her pink folds. His oral ministrations continued, picking up speed and intensity as he probed her Nordic pussy. He navigated her wants and needs with such skill, as if he had been her lover for years. And yet, he remained a stranger.

His lips moved hungrily over every inch of her delicate folds, sending shivers coursing through her veins. Astrid couldn't help but arch her back at the surprising yet intoxicating pleasures his touch aroused. The pleasurable sensation was both unexpected and overwhelming, causing her body to react instinctively. Her muscles quivered, seeking more, yet her mind struggled with the contradictory emotions that swirled within her.

She was aware of the intimate invasion happening between her legs, of her vulnerability. Yet, she couldn't help but respond to the skilled touch. With each flick of his tongue, she felt a wave of desire crashing over her, as her body moved in symphony with his touch. Her hips undulated, drawing his attention further inside her, while her fingers dug into the sheets. Every moan, every arch, every quiver was a testament to a battle she was fighting within herself.

"N...no...oh...uhhhh..." she groaned. "W...we...can't...don't...stop...please..."

Richard ignored her pleas, burying his face between her thighs as he tasted her sweet juices. She writhed beneath him, moaning softly as he teased her sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she felt the familiar buildup within her, rising higher and higher until it became almost unbearable. And then, suddenly, she exploded into a million pieces, crying out as she fell apart completely.

Richard watched her closely, drinking in every detail of her orgasmic release. He knew this would make great blackmail material, but more importantly, he hoped that by the time he'd finished with her, he'd have converted her into a black cock slut. He realized she was so beautiful when she was lost in passion, so vulnerable and open.

Astrid lay on her back on the soft, luxurious bed, her limbs spread out lazily as the remnants of her orgasm washed over her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took a deep breath, her heart racing in her chest from the heady combination of alcohol and pleasure.

Richard knelt between her legs, his eyes locked on her exposed body as he delicately exploring her pink folds with the tip of his finger. Astrid's breathing quickened as he slowly circled her entrance, creating a feeling of tension that spread through her body again.

"You taste so good," Richard whispered softly, his voice thick with desire. A slight grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her reaction to his touch.

Astrid's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Richard's. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she moaned softly, "Oh...oh...why...?"

As Richard continued to explore her folds, he discovered a particularly sensitive spot, causing Astrid to arch her back with a cry of pleasure. "Oh...oh..." she moaned again, her hips bucking upward in response to the exquisite sensation.

Richard's eyes widened as he felt her body react to his touch. He had been careful not to push too hard, but he could see that Astrid was more responsive than he had anticipated. His heart raced, his body stirring in response to her desire.

"Do you like that?" Richard asked, his voice thick with longing.

Astrid's eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching in her throat. "Ja...ja...vær så snill..." ("Yes...yes...please...") she moaned, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure as she at last started to give in to her alcohol-induced arousal.

Richard's pulse raced as he heard the words escape her lips. He gently inserted a second finger into her wet heat, his gaze locked on her face as he watched her reactions.

"Do you want me to touch you more?" Richard asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Astrid's eyes flashed open, her breath catching in her throat. "Ja...vær så snill...rør på meg..." ("Yes...please...touch me...") she panted, her hips bucking wildly, her body craving more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Richard's eyes met hers, his gaze filled with lust. "I want to make you come again, Astrid," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "Do you want me to?"

Astrid's heart raced, her body trembling as she nodded. "Yes...please...do it..."

With one deft movement, Richard slid a third finger inside her, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in steady circular motions. Astrid's eyes flashed shut, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, "Oh...oh...yes..."

As Richard continued to work his fingers inside her, Astrid's body tensed, her breath becoming shallower as she felt the wave of pleasure building within her. Her hips bucked wildly, her body trembling with the intensity of her impending orgasm.

"Do you want me to make you come?" Richard asked, his voice deep and husky.

Astrid's eyes flashed open, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes...please...don't stop..." she cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hips grinding against his hand.

Astrid's eyes snapped open as she came hard on his fingers. "Oh...fuck..." she gasped, her controlled persona disappearing in a haze of alcohol-induced pleasure. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm, her breath shallow and ragged. She clawed at the sheets, her nails leaving small indents on the fine fabric.

Richard's eyes widened as he watched Astrid's reaction. The intensity of her orgasm was more than he had expected, and it sent a surge of pleasure through his own body. His pulse raced as he felt his erection strain against his pants.

"You feel so good," Richard whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Astrid's eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching in her throat. "I need more...please..." she moaned, her body still quivering from her release.

Slowly, Richard stood up and stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular black body. Astrid's eyes trailed down his body, taking in every inch of his dark form. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she watched him undress.

Richard rolled on top of the drunken Astrid, his black cock hard and erect, pressing against her soft skin. He gazed at the attractive blonde woman beneath him, her intoxicated haze adding to her vulnerability. He couldn't help but be overcome with a fierce desire, knowing that he was going to fuck her harder than anyone had done before.

Her blue eyes fluttered, the room spinning slightly as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Her heart raced, a mixture of fear and desire running through her veins. As the reality of her situation settled in, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear and excitement. "N...no..." she whispered, trying desperately to claw herself back from the edge.

Richard's eyes locked onto her lips as they parted slightly, revealing her urgent need for release. He wasted no time, using his weight to hold her down in her inebriated state.

He parted her thighs, exposing her wetness to him. Richard's heart raced, his body responding to her intoxicated beauty. He gently rubbed the head of his black cock over her slit, watching as her blue eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly, unable to process the sensation.

Astrid's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling slightly as she felt his cock graze her sensitive folds, teasing her with the promise of release. Her mind seemed to swim in a haze of alcohol and lust, her body craving the pleasure that Richard had promised her.

Without warning, Richard plunged his massive ebony cock deep inside her, filling her completely. Astrid gasped as he pumped his hips forcefully, driving her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her head fell back as she screamed out in pleasure, feeling his cock throbbing inside her.

The luxurious hotel room spun in Astrid's hazy vision as Richard's hard, fast thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her mind clouded with alcohol, the sensations were overwhelming, a chaotic symphony of pleasure and pain.

"Å gud!" ("Oh, God!") Astrid cried out in Nordic, her fingers clutching at the sheet beneath her. Her drunken state made it hard for her to process the reality of the situation. Yet, there was no denying the intensity of the sensations, the impossibly deep and forceful thrusts of Richard's black cock plunging into her.

Richard's eyes locked onto her face, enjoying the raw vulnerability painted across her features. The mix of lust, fear, and confusion made her all the more enticing, a challenge he was more than willing to take on.

Richard pounded harder and faster, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he drove her higher and higher until finally, she exploded into an alcohol induced mind-bending climax. Her entire being trembled as she writhed underneath him, lost in a sea of sensations.

Richard pulled out suddenly, coated in Astrid's juices. With a smirk, he stroked his glistening member, watching as Astrid's eyes followed its movement hungrily. He knew then and there that he had her hooked. It wouldn't take much convincing for her to become addicted to the rush of having a big black cock inside her.

With a growl, he plunged back into her tight, wet tunnel, causing the blonde corporate executive, a formerly devoted wife and mother, to arch her back and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the intrusion. Richard swiveled his hips, his large dark manhood pounding into the responsive body beneath him. The room was warm, filled with the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the musky aroma of sexual arousal. Astrid lay draped across the bed, her lips parted in raw desire. Richard's dark eyes met hers, locked in a voracious stare of desire, as he pounded into her faster than her husband had ever fucked her.

Her head spun, her blue eyes blurred from the effects of both alcohol and lust. Her pale skin flushed, glistening with sweat as her arms and legs flailed about. She whimpered softly, every thrust driving her deeper into the mind-altering orgasm that threatened to consume her.

Richard's dark smile broadened into a predatory grin. As much as he wanted to take her, he also knew this night would make great blackmail material. He hoped that by the time he'd finished with her, he'd have converted the innocent Nordic woman into a black cock slut.

"Fuck me... oh, fuck... right there!" Astrid cried out, her voice thick with desperation. Richard thrust faster, his black cock hitting a spot inside her that sent shivers down her spine.

Her hips bucked beneath him, her body responding to his every movement. Richard's heart raced, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Her pleas for more only fueled his desire to dominate her.

"Ja...vanskeligere!" ("Yes... harder!") she screamed, her voice hoarse from the height of her pleasure. Her body hurtled towards the edge, her orgasm approaching faster than she could handle.

Richard's breaths came heavy, his body losing itself in the raw pleasure of fucking her. Despite the uncontrollable passion driving him, he remembered his plan. He would turn this Nordic beauty into his slut and use this to his advantage in the corporate sphere.

As Astrid tightened around his cock, Richard picked up the pace. "You're mine now, slut!" he growled, driving his cock deeper into her quivering flesh.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as she screamed out her release. Richard continued to thrust, driving himself past the brink. Astrid lay beneath him, her body spent, as he provided the release she craved. As he watched her come apart, he couldn't help but smirk.

As Richard fucked her through two more incredible orgasms, Astrid's body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths shallow and ragged. The world around her seemed to dissolve, leaving only the mind-altering pleasure of his cock thrusting deep inside her.

Finally, Richard couldn't hold out any longer. His orgasm built within him, a crescendo of raw lust that washed over him in a release of pure ecstasy. With a final, powerful thrust, he erupted deep inside her Nordic pussy, his spent body collapsing onto hers.

For a moment, Astrid lay beneath Richard, her mind still whirling with the intensity of their encounter. She could feel the warmth of his release inside her, a reminder of the life-changing act they had just shared.

As Richard pulled out of her, Astrid's heart raced, her body trembling at the reality that was about to settle in. "What have I done?" Astrid whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing. Her eyes fluttered open, the room spinning slightly as her intoxicated haze began to dissipate. Richard's predatory grin lingered in her mind, a harbinger of the trouble that awaited her.

An hour later, the room, a silent witness to the clandestine encounter, held Astrid in the aftermath of pleasure. She lay sprawled on the sheets, unconscious, succumbing to the dual effects of alcohol and the numerous orgasms Richard had orchestrated. The air hung heavy with the echoes of vulnerability and deceit.

Having cum inside her for a second time, Richard lay there enjoying the post-orgasmic high. He gazed briefly at the comatose woman lying next to him before rising from the bed with a calculated calm. His movements were purposeful as he retrieved his phone, ending the recording that had silently documented the compromising event. The dimly lit room, now devoid of passion, stood witness to the aftermath of his carefully crafted scheme.

Quickly dressing in his clothes, Richard's focus shifted to Astrid's bag. With a predatory intent, he rummaged through her belongings, seeking the key to unlocking the power he craved. Among her possessions, he found her notebook and purse, both potential treasure troves of information.

With a wicked grin, he perused the contents, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as he uncovered the details he sought. Erik's work contact details were documented in the notebook -- he quickly took a photo of them.

His gaze then shifted to Ingrid's school details. He saw notes relating to her school, the Nordland Academy, and then he struck gold -- the email address for the other class parents. Richard's grin widened, the thrill of manipulation coursing through his veins as he realized this provided him with a perfect blackmail opportunity. Another photo of the details and his blackmail plan was secure.

Leaving one final glance at Astrid's unconscious form, Richard made his way to the door with purpose. His scheme was underway, and he reveled in the knowledge that the secrets he would extract from her would serve as leverage in the pursuit of his corporate ambitions. Closing the door behind him, he left Astrid to deal with the consequences of the evening.