Blackmail Backfired is out now.
She came to blackmail him.
He took everything instead.
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A.G.COXX

His secretary, the only other person who had a key to the firm, had left an hour ago. She would be home by now, standing in front of her boyfriend and presenting her ass to him. “Tonight you’re going to let your guy fuck you in the ass too,” he had instructed her when he pulled his cock out of her tight rear. The 29-year-old secretary did everything for him; he even got to decide about her sex life. And he decided as he pleased. The idea of her guy sticking his cock into her cum-soaked asshole turned him on completely. So he had given Sylvia that order. He knew the young woman would carry it out.
But right now Sylvia didn’t interest him; right now the dark-haired girl whose arm he was holding interested him. At the door he turned to her once more.
“You’re really funny,” he said and squeezed her thin arm harder. The girl grimaced. He dragged her into his private room and closed the door behind him.
The girl looked around shyly. “This… this…” she stammered helplessly.
“What were you going to say?” Friedrich Roloff asked mockingly.
“You can’t do this,” the girl gasped.
He smiled broadly at her. “Of course I can do this. You wanted to blackmail me, after all. But you picked the wrong guy, and now we’re playing by my rules.”
Roloff turned the key and stuck it in his pants pocket. He let go of her arm, went to the refrigerator and poured two glasses of champagne. He handed one glass to the fake snake. She hesitantly took a sip.
“With your little trial balloon you’ve landed with the wrong person. I couldn’t give a damn what kind of mess my son has gotten himself into again.”
That wasn’t entirely true, but he didn’t have to tell the girl that. It was none of her business.
Roloff took his time looking the girl over more carefully. Long legs, even though she wasn’t particularly tall. Narrow hips, flat stomach, medium-length bleached hair falling in curls. She looked damn good, but she ruined it by acting so cheap.
She was stupid, no question, otherwise the virginity thing wouldn’t have slipped out. She had been holding his son off. So she wasn’t quite as naive as he had just thought. But that wouldn’t help her now. Not at all. Not with him.
He looked at her empty glass but didn’t refill it. Instead he raised his own. “To your virginity, whose farewell is being celebrated right now.”