Blackmailed For Wife's Crimes

"I have never had Elsa's bottom. She has alvays refused me. Vell, I suppose zat that zis vill finally take care of my frustration in zat respect. Vee von't tell her, of course," he agreed, unzipping his pants in the closed office.

"Why not, darling? She should know that there is a penalty for theft, love. This way, she shall accept it as being what it is: the price that she has to pay for stealing from us and betraying you. Didn't she betray you, after all, by stealing from us? Besides, it won't be cheating, and she shall be more eager to leave the office. Knowing that half of her colleagues shag her husband shall be a bit much to handle for someone who appears to prefer a conventional marriage. And, like I said, it wouldn't be infidelity if she knew about it.

"This is really blackmail, after all, and you're saving your family, especially her. It wouldn't be happening if she had kept her hands out of the cookie jar. She took something that belonged to us, so we're taking something, or someone, who belongs to her. Well, as much as any person can belong to another, that is. You're bound only by vows that she already broke by breaking your trust. You're not a possession of hers. Even if you were, however, she owes us a debt. She also owes you something. You went out of your way to get her a job and her response was to make you look bad. Don't you think that she should pay a price for that?" Ms. Worthington urged him, while removing her slacks and placing herself between his chair and her desk.

"Yes, but vat would you vant from me in bed? My marriage is very old-fashioned, in that my vife is old-fashioned, more than I would vish. I am not experienced in matters of sexual kinks or anything that you might like. All I have done is make love to her in bed, mostly nude, but sometimes vith her in lingerie. It is alvays at night, about vonce or tvice a week at the most. She only likes 'cowgirl' and 'missionary', not 'doggie'. She doesn't suck me off. She doesn't let me lick her pussy. And she has only cum tvice in the 8 years of my marriage. She keeps blaming me for that and claiming that I have a dysfunction, because I 'can't get her off'," Willem warned her.

"By Jove, I've got my work cut out for me! You unlucky sod! That must be miserable, being married to a completely priggish woman like that. Don't worry. Your inexperience in matters of this nature should make you teachable, love. I'm going to be in charge in the ultimate sense, no matter what, darling. That's that, unless I should ever decide to give up that control or power. But it does make it easier if you're in need of a trainer.

"So, I guess I shall be your mistress in more ways than one. Being European, you should be familiar with that concept, the notion of a mistress. Whomever wields the whip with the other women is not my concern. In fact, I know of at least 3 who would prefer that you took control. It would please me very much to have you show them a firm hand. Now and then, I might even relinquish power for the night and let you top me. However, I feel a certain craving to take full advantage of my leverage with you and your wife to make you my sex slave. Don't worry, love. You'll enjoy it, I believe. You'll start by fucking my arse, like I asked you to earlier. This time, it's an order," Chelsea insisted.

"Yes, Ms. Vorthington," Dr. de Graaf agreed, dropping his own pants in surrender to her command. He knew very well that refusal would mean prosecution and disaster for his family. It was best to comply with her whims.

"Yes, Mistress Chelsea, love. That's my title. Call me 'Mistress Chelsea'," she ordered him.

"Yes, Mistress Chelsea," he repeated.

"That's an improvement. Now, bugger me, darling!" she instructed.

"Yes, Mistress Chelsea. Vat of zee lube?" Willem wondered.

"There's a bottle right on the desk. Put some on your dick and some on my bum. Then take my bottom, and don't be gentle. I like it rough, no matter whom is in charge. I like primal, animalistic sex," Chelsea told him.

"Yes, Mistress Chelsea," Dr. de Graaf replied.

He made certain to apply what seemed to Chelsea like a ton of lube on his cock. She could tell that he was as new to butt-fucking women as he claimed to be. He was also very liberal with the amount that he added to her ass. Finally, however, he slipped it into her tush, timidly at first. It took him a moment or so to relax, but then he began thrusting inside her sphincter like she truly wanted from him.

Both Willem and Chelsea grunted as he screwed her bottom, his movements clearly indicating an increase of excitement in his cock and balls as he took her anally. Her derriere felt as full as it once did with old Warren. God, she missed that dirty old man's cock in her bum! Then again, Dr. de Graaf pleased her as well, albeit in a more nervous, amateurish manner. The nasty feeling of "corrupting" a happily married man and making herself his mistress (as well as his Mistress) was also exhilarating.

Willem, for his part, could scarcely done this encounter justice in his imagination if he tried. She was so tight, and there was so much friction and heat on his dick, that his cock felt like it was being tanned in a booth or soaking in a hot tub. She made it even more intense by energetically thrusting back at him with her ass. Such extreme pleasure threatened to make his cum release far too soon. He held back as long as possible, but it was going to be quite a struggle.

"Are you trying to keep from cumming, love?" Chelsea interrupted his thinking process.

"Yes, Mistress Chelsea. I vant to please you," Willem groaned in desperation.

"Then cum NOW for me, darling! I don't want you to hold back. There will always be ways to satisfy me without forcing yourself to stay hard. Just fill me with your bloody seed! Take me!" she urged him.

"Yes, Miiiiiistreeeessss Cheeeellllsseeeaaa!" he exclaimed as he emptied his load inside her bowels and pulled out.

"That was wonderful for a greenhorn, love. Don't worry about orgasm control or anything like that in the future. That's not a fetish of mine, to make my men suffer like that. If I punish you for an offense, it shall be mainly directed at your arse. I love to take a strap-on dildo to a man's bum, roughly, of course. Now, go wash up, so I can suck your cock for a while. I want it nice and hard for my pussy. I'm not on the pill and it is my most fertile time of the month, so I hope that you knock me up. I always wanted old Warren to do that, but he refused on the grounds of being too old to become a daddy. Don't worry, I'll keep the child support payments reasonable. I just want to be a mummy at last. You're an excellent candidate, in my opinion.

"Besides, a child born in the States shall guarantee that both of us get to stay permanently. It shall also be another way that we can remind your wife of her crime against this firm," Chelsea ordered him.

Dr. de Graaf hurried to wash his dick, eager to feel Chelsea's mouth around him. He had stopped pretending that he didn't enjoy fucking Miss Worthington. He loved fucking her, in fact. She was a lot more fun already than his wife in terms of sex. His wife was so vanilla and traditional in every respect, a fact that he blamed on her strict Calvinist upbringing in the Reformed Church. She might have gotten away from that a little, but not much. Hell, she was even a virgin on their wedding night!

It was odd that this austere, old-fashioned morality wasn't enough to keep her from committing theft, unless one considered that she had a disease: kleptomania. There was no other rational explanation for her crime. He had seen people like that her all of the time in therapy. He hadn't seen too many like Chelsea in therapy, but that might have been because they didn't need much of it. Miss Worthington wasn't repressed or anything like that. In fact, her attitude toward sex seemed rather healthy, especially compared to his wife's.

As de Graaf felt Chelsea's lips and tongue on his cock, he quickly forgot about his wife again, and simply yielded to the pleasure of being sucked off. Oh, yes, there were worse forms of slavery or bondage than this! He could "serve" this woman without any problems for a long time. He especially liked the idea that he might knock her up. He wasn't bothered at the prospect of being an office stud. He wanted to be the office stud now. If half of the women in that firm were like this English tart, he would be in his own kind of Paradise for years to come.