If you haven't read the previous parts here I'll leave them for you:
* I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part I
* I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part 2
Marco III
— I have my answer. I spoke with my colleague. I explained my case and we talked about our objectives. We agreed that I would take the leadership.
— That's very good for you guys. Marco thinks we can't let this pass.
— I understand Mariana and Jorge. But I also understand that since it's an error, many will wonder if their roles are well defined. Even worse, they'll question if their salaries are fair and don't deserve an increase.
— This seems like blackmail to me, Marco, and we don't think it's ethical for you to do something like this —said Jorge very annoyed—
— Oh no, not at all. The only thing I'm saying is that general unrest can be avoided now that everyone is fine and we've agreed on the best course of action. If you see it that way, I can cancel the clarification as they proposed and continue with the team to avoid affecting work.
— Both looked at each other and whispered something.
— It seems good to us, Marco. But we'll need Mario to express his agreement.
— He will, I asked him to formalize what I spoke about with you.
Angry III
The next week everything seemed to normalize, even I had relations with Mario. But I didn't feel the same. I wanted to be treated like a dirty, a traitress and Mario wasn't treating me that way. Even I told him at that moment to hit me, but he didn't do it, said he couldn't hurt me. I told him he was an idiot. We didn't finish doing it.
The next week Marco sent me a message saying he saw me on the 20th floor in maintenance. It was lunchtime. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour and I was already wet without knowing it.
I opened the door and when I entered, he pushed me against the wall, I got scared a lot. He closed the door. He took my hair and made me kneel down.
I wonder if I was already missing this. I only whimpered trying to say yes but the words didn't come out. He pulled out his cock full of veins. This time it smelled much like a cock as if he had been masturbating or hadn't showered. It smelled deliciously like a man. He must have seen my face because he laughed and said, 'Do you like it, slut? The smell of male.' I just got into his cock and started sucking it with anxiety, he was slapping me but not as hard as the last time, I kept swallowing as much as I could and had hiccups. I licked from his balls to the tip and bit along the way, I was choking on my own. At that moment he spat in my face and felt a flip in my chest and those seconds he pushed his cock into me as hard as he could and didn't let go, I was choking. I think I had an orgasm when he let go. It was a very rare pleasure. My legs and hands were trembling and receiving his cum, it was abundant and grumous, thick and tasted yummy. I stayed like that for several seconds, kneeling down, sweating, with ruined makeup, beaten and disheveled. When I opened my eyes, he wasn't there.
* I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part I
* I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part 2
Marco III
— I have my answer. I spoke with my colleague. I explained my case and we talked about our objectives. We agreed that I would take the leadership.
— That's very good for you guys. Marco thinks we can't let this pass.
— I understand Mariana and Jorge. But I also understand that since it's an error, many will wonder if their roles are well defined. Even worse, they'll question if their salaries are fair and don't deserve an increase.
— This seems like blackmail to me, Marco, and we don't think it's ethical for you to do something like this —said Jorge very annoyed—
— Oh no, not at all. The only thing I'm saying is that general unrest can be avoided now that everyone is fine and we've agreed on the best course of action. If you see it that way, I can cancel the clarification as they proposed and continue with the team to avoid affecting work.
— Both looked at each other and whispered something.
— It seems good to us, Marco. But we'll need Mario to express his agreement.
— He will, I asked him to formalize what I spoke about with you.
Angry III
The next week everything seemed to normalize, even I had relations with Mario. But I didn't feel the same. I wanted to be treated like a dirty, a traitress and Mario wasn't treating me that way. Even I told him at that moment to hit me, but he didn't do it, said he couldn't hurt me. I told him he was an idiot. We didn't finish doing it.
The next week Marco sent me a message saying he saw me on the 20th floor in maintenance. It was lunchtime. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour and I was already wet without knowing it.
I opened the door and when I entered, he pushed me against the wall, I got scared a lot. He closed the door. He took my hair and made me kneel down.
I wonder if I was already missing this. I only whimpered trying to say yes but the words didn't come out. He pulled out his cock full of veins. This time it smelled much like a cock as if he had been masturbating or hadn't showered. It smelled deliciously like a man. He must have seen my face because he laughed and said, 'Do you like it, slut? The smell of male.' I just got into his cock and started sucking it with anxiety, he was slapping me but not as hard as the last time, I kept swallowing as much as I could and had hiccups. I licked from his balls to the tip and bit along the way, I was choking on my own. At that moment he spat in my face and felt a flip in my chest and those seconds he pushed his cock into me as hard as he could and didn't let go, I was choking. I think I had an orgasm when he let go. It was a very rare pleasure. My legs and hands were trembling and receiving his cum, it was abundant and grumous, thick and tasted yummy. I stayed like that for several seconds, kneeling down, sweating, with ruined makeup, beaten and disheveled. When I opened my eyes, he wasn't there.
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