Blowjobs for bullys

[MissMandy86]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

 

[Moonlitcedars]

Sounds sexy!

 

[Darkweather]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

Nice idea!

I've found your diaries. It makes for pretty good reading. I'm sure some the people you wrote about would be very interested in seeing what you said about them.

give me a bj and we'll talk about letting you have them back.

 

[Moonlitcedars]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

I've just found some naked photos of you ... you see the photographer is a friend of mine ... did you need the money? What will your family say? The photos are so explicit ... imagine the shame ... the embarrassment ...

You're a very pretty girl ... this can all go away of course ... how about coming to my place ... and sucking me off ...

 

[Darkweather]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

Admit it. It's what you want ...and probably all you are good for anyway.

 

[MissMandy86]

Admit it. It's what you want ...and probably all you are good for anyway.

Yes

 

[Blueboyky]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

You found Me. Your dominant man looking for you

 

[Fetish_Revan]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

Great idea, I enjoy some blackmail/TPE among other things of course always fun to play out.

 

[Blueboyky]

I love to participate in erotic conversation. As a mature man, I know how to treat you.

 

[Darkweather]

Yes

and you still owe me a blow job.

Maybe I should post your real name here so everyone knows who the slut is?

 

[MissMandy86]

I sent you a pm

 

[MissMandy86]

Bump

 

[Gallant Man]

Well now paradise, do you want them all to know about your rough past or are you going to get on your knees?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

The only way you’re going to keep your huge debt a secret and keep your job so you have any chance of keeping up payments is to give me a blowjob… That’s it, get on your knees and suck my cock.

If you do a good enough job at sucking me off I might give you a small bonus. Perhaps I can arrange for some of my friends to pay you to give them blowjobs. Of course that will make you a whore but might stop you becoming homeless.

 

[Gallant Man]

paradise are you going to tell them about the time in the basement machine room at work?
The reading that got you all hot and dripping ...

Get on your knees!

 

[Gallant Man]

I said get on your knees paradise, now that's a good girl:

 

[MissMandy86]

Bump

 

[bhhh]

Unless you want your name scattered across the internet along with the pictures I took when you were gagging on my cock getting your throat fucked, it’s time to get on your knees again. Remember to first ask my permission to suck my cock and wait how I taught you with your hands on your ass as you kneel. We both know you will be making a puddle on the ground while you wait for my permission.

 

[MissMandy86]

I would still do this with the right person

 

[Anthony1321]

I would still do this with the right person

Thats right.

 

[Gallant Man]

You all know where she got the name paradise, yes?
And do you all know about her past?

 

[Curious_2]

Any of those left?

 

[Countbrass]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

“Ah miss Mandy” an authoritarian voice intones as you open the office door “come on in and take a seat” more an order than an invitation. You enter the room. A single chair stands in the middle of the room, isolated, far from the desk at the far wall. Behind that desk sits the owner of the voice, a rather stern looking man maybe 50 years of age. His dark hair combed back severely, his dark eyes piecing, wearing a navy blue pinstriped suit, immaculate and unwrinkled.

‘What am I doing here?’you wonder. Your boss had called you into her office and told you to report here at 3pm sharp. So here you were. You decide to seize the bull by the horns. “Why am I here?” You ask.

“Well” the man says drawing the word out “ my name is mr hawkings and I run the accountancy investigation wing for this corporation and I think we need to talk” he smirks as he says this and your blood runs cold. ‘Oh Jesus!’You think. You suddenly know why you’re here. You’d been so careful, you’d used others log ins and routed the money through so many proxy’s. How could they know?

You sit there saying nothing, sweat beads on your forehead. Hawkings lets the silence linger uncomfortably while looking intently at you with those cold eyes. After what seems an eternity he clears his throat and opens the black ledger set before him.

“239 thousand dollars” his eyes fixed and piecing on yours as he states that figure and nothing more. Your hearts racing and all colour drains from your face. ‘He does know’ you confirm to yourself.

“That is the amount found in the account of a certain miss hardy, coincidentally also the amount that has gone astray from our business”. You sit there your legs pressed together, your hands clasped tightly together in your lap, your knuckles white. Your heart rate racing, your face glistening with sweat. Miss hardy the name of the account you’d finally shunted the cash into after rerouting it around the world countless times. ‘How could he have found out?’ Your panicked mind screams. But you say nothing. Maybe hes just fishing, maybe he’s got nothing.

From between the pages of the ledger he pulls some sheets of paper and standing up he walks around the desk, over to you and wordlessly hands them to you. You reach to take them, noticing how tall and how well built he is as he looms over your seated form. You look at the papers, scanning down the sheets your heart dropping like a lead balloon and a sickening feeling churning your stomach. Every log in, every time mark, every cctv entry, every transfer between accounts, and on the last page photocopies of a false driving license and birth certificate and finally

A cctv still of you standing at the bank counter time stamped and matched with miss hardy accessing her account.

Your done! You think, fired and almost certainly off to prison. You head drops. Hawkings walks back to the desk, turns and seats himself on the edge.

“What a rotten little thief” he sneers as he say this. You can say nothing. What can you say. It’s all here before you in these papers. You look up at him as he leans half seated on the desk. Your face a picture of despair, panic and fear.

“But today might just be your lucky day” hawkings announces as a wicked smile spreads across his face. He stands up from the desk and walks around you to the door. There’s a loud click in the silent office as he engages the lock. Fear locks you in place as he walks back around to stand before you.

“You see little thief, the thing is, no one knows about this yet. I stumbled across your unusual activity while pursuing another issue. Of course I recognised something suspicious straight away and tracked you down.” As he spoke he took off his jacket and carefully folded it before placing it on the desk behind him. “ of course a dim witted woman like you couldn’t hide it from me. A pathetic idiotic whore thought she could get away with something like that under my watch? Not a chance!” He voiced raised in indignation. Unbuttoning his shirt it joined his jacket on the desk.

“So it seems you’ve a choice” hawkings told her as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his trousers and let it hang from his hand.

“Prison or……” he let the sentence die as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall. His boxers strained as his manhood bulged against them, a patch of damp precum staining the front.

 

[SissyBJBitch]

Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished

That's so hot. Sucking bully dick turns me on *blushes*

 

[MissMandy86]

“Ah miss Mandy” an authoritarian voice intones as you open the office door “come on in and take a seat” more an order than an invitation. You enter the room. A single chair stands in the middle of the room, isolated, far from the desk at the far wall. Behind that desk sits the owner of the voice, a rather stern looking man maybe 50 years of age. His dark hair combed back severely, his dark eyes piecing, wearing a navy blue pinstriped suit, immaculate and unwrinkled.

‘What am I doing here?’you wonder. Your boss had called you into her office and told you to report here at 3pm sharp. So here you were. You decide to seize the bull by the horns. “Why am I here?” You ask.

“Well” the man says drawing the word out “ my name is mr hawkings and I run the accountancy investigation wing for this corporation and I think we need to talk” he smirks as he says this and your blood runs cold. ‘Oh Jesus!’You think. You suddenly know why you’re here. You’d been so careful, you’d used others log ins and routed the money through so many proxy’s. How could they know?

You sit there saying nothing, sweat beads on your forehead. Hawkings lets the silence linger uncomfortably while looking intently at you with those cold eyes. After what seems an eternity he clears his throat and opens the black ledger set before him.

“239 thousand dollars” his eyes fixed and piecing on yours as he states that figure and nothing more. Your hearts racing and all colour drains from your face. ‘He does know’ you confirm to yourself.

“That is the amount found in the account of a certain miss hardy, coincidentally also the amount that has gone astray from our business”. You sit there your legs pressed together, your hands clasped tightly together in your lap, your knuckles white. Your heart rate racing, your face glistening with sweat. Miss hardy the name of the account you’d finally shunted the cash into after rerouting it around the world countless times. ‘How could he have found out?’ Your panicked mind screams. But you say nothing. Maybe hes just fishing, maybe he’s got nothing.

From between the pages of the ledger he pulls some sheets of paper and standing up he walks around the desk, over to you and wordlessly hands them to you. You reach to take them, noticing how tall and how well built he is as he looms over your seated form. You look at the papers, scanning down the sheets your heart dropping like a lead balloon and a sickening feeling churning your stomach. Every log in, every time mark, every cctv entry, every transfer between accounts, and on the last page photocopies of a false driving license and birth certificate and finally

A cctv still of you standing at the bank counter time stamped and matched with miss hardy accessing her account.

Your done! You think, fired and almost certainly off to prison. You head drops. Hawkings walks back to the desk, turns and seats himself on the edge.

“What a rotten little thief” he sneers as he say this. You can say nothing. What can you say. It’s all here before you in these papers. You look up at him as he leans half seated on the desk. Your face a picture of despair, panic and fear.

“But today might just be your lucky day” hawkings announces as a wicked smile spreads across his face. He stands up from the desk and walks around you to the door. There’s a loud click in the silent office as he engages the lock. Fear locks you in place as he walks back around to stand before you.

“You see little thief, the thing is, no one knows about this yet. I stumbled across your unusual activity while pursuing another issue. Of course I recognised something suspicious straight away and tracked you down.” As he spoke he took off his jacket and carefully folded it before placing it on the desk behind him. “ of course a dim witted woman like you couldn’t hide it from me. A pathetic idiotic whore thought she could get away with something like that under my watch? Not a chance!” He voiced raised in indignation. Unbuttoning his shirt it joined his jacket on the desk.

“So it seems you’ve a choice” hawkings told her as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his trousers and let it hang from his hand.

“Prison or……” he let the sentence die as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall. His boxers strained as his manhood bulged against them, a patch of damp precum staining the front.

Damn.. that's impressive