Rene's Mortgage Payment

Rene trembled slightly as she walked up to the office door of her
manager, Dave Thompson. She'd only worked at Thompson Brothers Realty
for two months and couldn't understand why he'd called her to his
office in a stern manner. When Rene had answered his call on her desk
phone, Thompson had practically barked at her. "You'd better be here
at 9 sharp, Miss Austin!" he'd griped. "I am NOT happy with you!"

Rene had worked hard that morning on presenting herself in the most
professional manner possible. She'd put on her best dark gray business
blazer and skirt with a plain white blouse. Rene had spent half an
hour in front of her mirror, first blow-drying her long curls of sandy
blonde hair, then carefully applying her make-up. She put on some
eyeliner in draw attention to her pretty pale blue eyes. When she'd
arrived at the office shortly before 9 AM, she checked herself over in
the mirror of the ladies' room.

Hmm, she'd thought, not too bad if I do say so myself. At just 5'2",
Rene always felt short in comparison with other women. Still, at 37
years old, Rene couldn't complain about her figure. Despite being a
petite build, the blonde had impressively large breasts – and Rene
took pride in the fact that they were still round and firm, with
little sag. Her large, pale pancake nipples often fascinated those few
men who she bedded. Her hips were slim, but she had a nice plum-shaped
fanny that definitely caught the eyes of most men. Rene hated
exercise, but she forced herself to work out two or three times a week
to keep her flat, toned tummy. She smiled every time she looked down
between her big breasts and saw the small jeweled pin she kept in her
belly button.

As she took that final glance in the bathroom mirror, Rene fingered
the top button of her blouse. Should she unbutton it? Rene hated her
boss, often calling him "the fat slob" behind his back, and was often
disgusted when she caught Thompson ogling her ample chest. Still, she
thought, if I'm in trouble, maybe flashing just a wee bit of cleavage
will help me. Rene used her long painted nails to undo the top button.
She took another look in the mirror, sighed nervously, then undid
another. Was she showing too much? No, she decided; the fat slob would
see just a bit of curve if she didn't bend forward. That juicy bit of
breast showing just might be enough to distract Thompson from whatever
he was planning on bitching at her about.

Rene now stared at the nameplate on Thompson's door. She coughed
quietly, then knocked softly on the door. "C'mon in!" she heard
Thompson yell. Rene opened the office door and stepped in.

Thompson sat in his plush leather office chair, eyeing her with a
crabby look on his face. "It's about time you hauled your ass in here,
Rene," he grunted at her. "Now close that damn door and sit down!"

Rene was taken back. Although she'd never cared for Thompson and his
ogling, she'd always been spoken to in a begrudgingly polite manner.
She'd never heard him use such gruff language before. Rene shut the
door behind her, then took the seat in front of his desk.

"Dave, I don't understand-" she began. 

"Dave?" Thompson spat at her. "Someone in YOUR position should be
addressing me as MISTER Thompson!"

Rene felt her face flush. What the hell was going on here? She began,
"What-"

"Shut your little mouth, damn it!" Thompson commanded. He stood up and
glowered at her. "Don't you think we know what you've been up to?"
Thompson picked up a small electronic device and gestured behind Rene.
Rene swiveled in her chair to see what Thompson was pointing at.
Behind her was a wheeled cart with a television screen and video
recorder. With a couple clicks of the remote in his hand, Thompson
turned on the TV and player.

Rene saw herself on screen. In the video, she was sitting at her desk,
working at her computer. For a second the blonde didn't understand the
view she was seeing, but then realized it was taken from a camera
angle close to the ceiling. What in the world? It dawned on her that
there must be a security camera hidden in the air vent above her
cubicle.

"About a year ago," Rene heard Thompson say from behind her, "Some
thieves broke into the office at night and stole three of our new
computers. When we put in the alarm system, we also installed a few
hidden cameras to help us catch any more thieves. " Rene watched
herself typing at the computer. As she started to say something,
Thompson interrupted her. "I review these videos every now and then,
just to make sure everyone here is working hard. "

As she continued to watch the tape, Rene suddenly felt a small wave of
panic. Oh my, she thought, I wonder if. . . She nervously looked over
her shoulder at Thompson. He grinned back at her. "Yeah," Thompson
smirked. "I found something really interesting. . . "He nodded at the
television.

Rene stared at the screen. Thompson was now fast-forwarding the video.
"Ah, here we go," said Thompson. He leaned forward and whispered to
her in a dramatic manner: "It's show-time!"

With a sickening feeling, Rene watched her video image look carefully
around the room. She remembered the time of the taping now; it was the
evening she'd worked alone late in the office a couple of weeks ago.
Rene had been behind on some paperwork and had asked to stay in the
office after hours to catch up.

Her video ghost, satisfied that she was alone, went rummaging through
her purse. Rene closed her eyes and grimaced, knowing what was next.
She opened her eyes and watched again as her video self pulled BOB out
of the purse.

BOB was a large pink vibrator. Yes, Rene had brought her Battery
Operated Boyfriend with her to work that day. Horrified, she watched
herself onscreen unzipping the slacks that she'd worn. Rene hooked her
thumbs into the waistline of her pants, then pushed them down to her
knees. She took another look around, then pushed down her thong
underwear as well. Propping her knees far apart, Video Rene wasted no
time stuffing her small pink vibrator between her legs.

"Shit, will you look at that?" chortled Thompson. "Damn girl, look at
you getting all busy with yourself!" It was true – on the screen Rene
was obviously enjoying herself tremendously, her head lolling back and
forth as she eagerly rubbed her clitoris and vaginal lips with the
buzzing pink instrument. Her thighs wiggled and quivered as she worked
at bringing herself to orgasm.

The image froze, a few stray lines of noise crossing the television.
Rene hung her head in shame. She couldn't even look at Thompson, never
mind think of anything to say.

"I hired you for one reason," Thompson spoke. "Do you know what that
is?"

Rene felt a tear trickle down her left cheek. "You hired me to handle
all the realty insurance papers. "

"No!" Thompson grabbed her chair and spun it around, staring her in
the eye. "I hired you because I couldn't say no to a cute little
blonde with a big pair of tits!" He grinned as he eyed her cleavage.
"And the fact is, I knew deep down in my heart that you'd make one
hell of a great cocksucker!"

Rene gasped. No man talked to her like that! She arced out with her
palm, slapping Thompson's face.

Thompson grasped her wrist and laughed at her. "Aw, c'mon!" he
laughed. "Is that the best you can do? I kinda like the rough stuff!"

Rene spit at him and tried uselessly to wrench her hand away from
Thompson. "You pig! Let go of me! I quit!"

Thompson laughed and released her. "Go ahead and quit," he said. "But
have fun making your next mortgage payment. "

Rene sat stunned. "What?" she asked. 

"Remember, I know where you live," said Thompson. "That house of yours
ain't cheap. I know what your mortgage payments must be, and it must
be damn hard making those payments on what I pay you. "He paused. "And
then there's the payments on that fancy little BMW convertible of
yours…"

It was true, Rene realized. She was grateful when she'd landed the new
job here at Thompson Brothers; she'd barely been making the mortgage
payment with the money from her old job. One of the first things she
did to celebrate the new job was purchase a pretty sports car – with
substantial payments.

"Like I said, you can quit, but have fun paying your bills," Thompson
told her. "Of course, you could just stay here…"

Rene knew, just knew, what Thompson was going to say next. Her cheeks
flushed red.

"We can keep this little matter secret – for a price," smirked
Thompson. "Care to guess what that is?"

Rene closed her eyes and shook her head, saying nothing. 

"One paycheck, one blowjob," he said to her. "You get paid every two
weeks, so you'll come here to my office every couple of Fridays and
suck me off. "Thompson paused. "Or I fire you with improper behavior
here in the office. With that video tape to back me up, you're
screwed. "

Rene could think of nothing to say. She sat there quietly, her eyes
closed as she wiped away a tear.

"Is it a deal?" Thompson asked. "Or do I have a funny video and a
great story to share at the next office party?"

Rene wiped away more tears. Opening her eyes, she glared angrily at
Thompson. "It's a deal, you fucking bastard," she whispered.

"What?" asked Thompson. "Pardon me?"

"It's a deal, Dave," said Rene in a louder, shaky voice. 

"It's a deal, SIR!" he chided her. "From now on, you'll address me as
either ‘sir' or ‘Mister Thompson'. Understood?"

"Understood," she paused, then sulkily added, "sir. "Rene got up to
leave the room.

"Whoa, whoa!" said Thompson. "Where do you think you're going?"

Rene stared at him. "I have to clean my make-up and get back to work,"
she replied.

Thompson grinned, then shook his head. "It's payday!" he told her.
"And you know what that means. There's no time like the present to get
started!" He put both of his hands on her shoulders, then pressed down
slowly but firmly. "You know what I want!"

Rene sank unsteadily to her knees in front of Thompson. She stared at
his already bulging crotch, then reached forward to unzip his pants.

"Wait a second," Thompson said. "Lose that jacket and blouse. "

"What?" Rene asked. 

Thompson smirked. "I'm a tit man, and I want to see them. Now!"

Rene shrugged off her gray blazer, throwing it over the arm of a
chair. She then unbuttoned her blouse. She looked up and saw Thompson
gazing down at her breasts in admiration. "Nice, but take off that bra
as well," he said with a sloppy grin on his face. "I love big tits!"

Rene unclasped her bra and piled it onto the chair. She grimaced as
she realized her situation. She was kneeling in front of her boss,
naked from the waist up, her eyes level with his zipper. Rene couldn't
help but noticed that Thompson had a very obvious bulge in his
trousers. Rene reached forward and gingerly grasped the zipper, then
pulled down.

"Let me help ya," Thompson said as he undid his belt buckle and pants
button. He gave his trousers a shove down and let the pants pool
around his feet. "You can handle my undies," he told Rene.

Rene gulped as she stared at Thompson's boxer shorts. He clearly had a
large eager erection. She grabbed the sides of his shorts with both
hands, then carefully pulled down. Sproing! Thompson's stiff cock
bounced out of his boxers, smacking into Rene's pert little nose. Rene
stared at his erection.

His prong wasn't so much large as it was thick. As she stared at the
angry red penis bobbing in front of her tear-streaked face, she
realized that Thompson was merely average in length – but he had
bragging rights for thickness. His cock was proportioned like a Coke
can, and Rene realized she would have difficulty handling a dick this
thick.

Thompson wrapped his fists in her long blonde hair. "C'mon, open
wide," he said as he pulled her mouth towards his cock. Rene tried to
back off: it was too much, too fast. She felt panicky.

"No!" Rene said as she tried to pull away. "It's too big! I can't!"

Thompson cuffed her lightly with his right fist. "Bitch!" he hissed at
her. "I'm sure a big-tit slut like you has sucked plenty of dick!"
With his other fist in her hair he pulled Rene towards him, his angry
red cockhead pressing against her small lipsticked mouth. "Cut this
bullshit! You swallow me, or you don't make your mortgage payment!"
Thompson slapped her, harder this time. "C'mon, suck me off!"

Rene was scared. She had never liked Thompson, but she had no idea he
had such a mean streak in him. At this point Rene thought she might be
better off to just give him what he wanted so that she could leave
quickly.

Rene opened her small mouth. Thompson didn't hesitate; he plunged the
mushroom head of his hard prick between her lips. "Suck me, bitch!" he
hissed. Without waiting, Thompson started bucking with his hips,
pistoning his erect shaft in and out of her mouth.

Rene was shocked. What a bastard, she thought as more tears dripped
from her eyes. She tried to relax and just let Thompson use her mouth.
He cuffed her again.

"I said suck me!" he blasted. He froze his hips, his stiff dong
halfway into her mouth. "Earn that paycheck, you little blonde whore!"

Rene reluctantly obeyed. Squeezing the tears from her eyes, she tried
to pretend that the penis in her mouth belonged to someone she
actually cared for. Rene used her tongue to rub and lick the plump
bulb of his cockhead. The pretty blonde moved her head slowly back and
forth, sucking on his prick like it was a big hard candy.

"That's not too bad, slut," Thompson said, using his hands wrapped in
her blonde hair to pull Rene's mouth back and forth. "But use your
hands to rub my balls!"

Rene obeyed, realizing the more Thompson enjoyed her blowjob the
faster she'd be done with this ordeal. She cupped his hairy testicles
with her small left hand and used her right to softly grasp the shaft
of his cock. Rene sucked harder and harder, swirling her spit against
the apple-shaped head of his dong. Froth was starting to form at the
corners of her stretched lips. C'mon Thompson, she thought, blow your
load and get this over with! With her hands, Rene massaged and tickled
his swollen organ, teasing it closer and closer to climax.

"Good- little- whore!" grunted Thompson. He was panting now, a fat
smile on his ugly face. None too gently, he tugged her head back and
forth, trying to ram more and more of his penis into Rene's tiny
mouth. "Yeah, suck it good!" Thompson gasped. He kept trying to move
deeper into her oral cavity with each lewd pump of his dick. He kept
one hand clasped in Rene's hair and reached down with the other to
squeeze her round left breast. Thompson grasped her boob roughly,
pulling and twisting at Rene's pale nipple. "Nice fuckin' tits!" he
laughed.

Poor Rene was struggling to keep pace with Thompson's greedy thrusts,
but it was a losing battle. Saliva, gooey with Thompson's pre-cum, now
trickled out of the corners of her lips. A few drops of spit, stained
red with her lipstick, dribbled onto her bouncing tits and Thompson's
pinching fingers. The pretty blonde felt dazed as she tried to bear
the constant onslaught of Thompson's battering cock.

After just a couple of minutes, Thompson couldn't hold back. "Fuck!"
he yelped. "I'm cummin'!" He crushed her firm tit with his fat paw as
he pulled her hair, yanking Rene further onto his shaft. Rene choked.
Thompson's thick boner was forced further into her mouth, plugging the
back.

With a blast, a thick wad of sticky cocksnot splattered into her
throat, gagging Rene. Her eyes rolled back under her eyelids. Rene
felt dizzy and faint from lack of air. Another stream of man-sauce
squirted down her throat as Thompson viciously thrust into her mouth,
fucking her skull. "You- nasty- cunt!" he crowed triumphantly. "I-
own- your- ass!"

Thompson plunged and pumped, draining his balls into Rene's throat.
His pace slacked and slowed. After several more seconds of jabbing
into her mouth, he finally relented and pulled out. Rene gasped,
struggling to get oxygen past the gooey slime clogging her air
passage. You bastard, she thought as more tears ran down her cheeks.
Rene felt violated and disgusted, but realized that at least she'd be
able to pay her bills.

"C'mon, slut, go get yourself cleaned up," Thompson told Rene as he
pulled his pants up. "Hurry up and get your cute little ass back to
your desk – you've got work to do!" He threw her clothes at her.

Rene got off her knees and dressed quickly, pulling her bra on over
her sticky, spit-splotched breasts. As best she could, she dressed
while wiping at her tears and smeared make-up. She quickly walked to
the door and tried to leave.

As she turned the doorknob, Thompson slapped her round rump. "See you
in two weeks," Thompson reminded her. "And maybe next time, if you're
lucky, I'll wanna try another one of your holes!"

Rene shuddered and left. Glancing around, she was relieved to find
that few people were in the office, and none seemed to have noticed
anything unusual. Rene made a quick visit to the washroom to check her
appearance and fix her make-up, then returned to her cubicle. As she
tried to forget the disgusting incident, she found it difficult to
concentrate on her office paperwork. Rene kept remembering Thompson's
final words over and over, and she cringed.

Her face burned red with shame because as much as she hated what she'd
just been forced through, she had felt her pussy start to get wet
while being mouth-fucked by Thompson. Rene felt sick because she
realized that at some deep, purely physical level, she had startled to
get excited by the rough sex. She bit her lip and worried. Maybe next
time, Rene feared, if things went any further, maybe, just maybe,
she'd actually start to enjoy it.