Sex for Silence Pt. 02

This is part 2 of Sex for Silence. No attempt is made to explain the story so if you've found this first please go back to part one.

Thank you for all the positive comments. I only wrote the first part to see whether I -could- write a story. I hadn't thought past getting a story of some kind written and giving a little back for all the stories that I have enjoyed on this site.

I hadn't planned a second part to the story, I was just going to leave it to the imagination. But it's amazing what a bit of encouragement can do for the creative juices. I was up writing past midnight and really enjoying it. Thank you so much for letting me know that you enjoyed what I've written. Here is the second and probably last part of the story unless inspiration strikes.

If any of you can see a narrative that takes this any further, then please let me have your suggestions.

Any feedback is welcome. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are aged 18 years or older. Any names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Brian wasn't a particularly empathetic man.

If he'd come round to quote you for an extension, then you might have been struck by his solid build; his no-nonsense approach; his naivety; his weirdly flashy truck. You could easily imagine him sinking a pint at the local pub and shouting at a football game on the TV.

It's unlikely you would have thought "there goes a man who is in touch with his feelings".

As a builder, working for other people, Brian had been solid and dependable. He was experienced, had made a bit of money on the side by avoiding the tax man and thought that he was wasting his time working for someone else.

So, with the support of his fiancée, he decided to start his own business.

The problem is that Brian wasn't a people person. He couldn't sell to save his life and he was drowning in the paperwork from the two small jobs that he had managed to get. Who knew that you'd need an accountant? He thought his fiancée could do that. And why do you need accounts set up with so many different suppliers?

More importantly his gorgeous truck was being destroyed by actually using it as a truck. His baby! It hurt him every time he had to pull the tailgate down and see the scrapes and scratches. And the fucking thing was costing him six hundred pounds a month. Six hundred pounds that he didn't really have.

As he lay in bed next to his fiancée, he was very glad that she'd managed to get the loan. That she believed in him. Sam was obviously stressed though. She'd been home really late on Thursday night and then on Friday night had come in looking like she'd had a horrible day. He'd been looking forward to a few beers and blowing off a bit of steam with her, but she claimed she was tired after a shitty week and had an early night.

Then yesterday she'd been really quiet and had hardly talked to him. He came back from leafleting the local area at lunchtime expecting a sandwich and a kiss and she hadn't even got out of bed. When he said he was going to the football he'd got a right earful.

All in all, it had seemed like a good idea to stay out with the lads on Saturday night and give her some space. It may not have been such a good idea to try and drunkenly have sex with her at midnight when he got back but that was no reason to elbow him in the face!

Sunday had passed with barely a word spoken and Brian nursing a black eye. He knew was well and truly in the shit. Quite what for he wasn't sure, but he knew he was in the shit.

He'd done a few jobs round the house that he's been putting off. He even mowed the lawn. He tried a bit of banter to try and ease the tension but none of it worked. By Sunday evening he had come to the conclusion that his fiancée was really upset. But he still hadn't got the faintest idea why.

"Sweetheart...?" he said.

Silence.

"Talk to me sweetheart."

Silence again.

"I know I was a bit out of order last night but Palace had lost and the boys said that I..."

"Fuck what the boys said."

Brian was stunned.

"Sweetheart! You..."

"SHUT UP! I'm trying to think and all you're doing is prattling away as if...as if..." and Sam burst into tears. Brian was at a total loss. He put his big arms around her and held her to him. She started to beat her fists against his chest, but he just held her there refusing to let her move.

She stopped fighting him. He held her tighter, her tears wetting his Crystal Palace pyjama top. It was then that he noticed her nipples were hard against his chest. And she started squirming against his thigh. He bent down to kiss her, and she came alive.

Their sex life to date had been OK, if pretty vanilla. For Sam to initiate sex she usually needed to have had a glass of wine or two. But here she was kissing him passionately and grinding into his hardening cock. He couldn't believe his luck. She was so passionate that he grabbed her head, almost pushing her down to his chest to calm things down.

She almost froze and Brian thought that he'd blown it but then, a miracle. She pushed the covers back, moved down the bed and took his cock into her mouth! She'd never done that. She always said she had a bad gag reflex and would only lick his cock. But here she was working on his cock while frantically frigging herself through her panties.

And they weren't her usual panties either. They were nice ones. Lacy sexy things that showed off her arse. He reached down and pulled them to one side and she moaned around his cock. He took the initiative again and pulled her dripping wet pussy on to his face and started to lick and nibble at her outer lips.

She bucked and twisted but he grabbed hold of her arse cheeks hard and really went to town on her while he tried his best not to explode in her mouth. She was already a quivering mess and his face was coated in her copious juices already. She was SO turned on.

He hadn't had a blowjob like this in years and in just a couple of minutes he came hard in her mouth. He was on another plane. He'd worry about apologising for not warning her when he could think straight again. But she kept on licking his cock with that talented tongue. Not just cleaning him off either. He was so sensitive but she kept on licking and sucking. Her head with that beautiful curly hair bouncing up and down, her hand back between her legs. Gods it was so sexy!

When he was good and hard she moved off him, staying on her hands and knees and just wiggled that sexy arse at him. There was something feverish in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder.

The sight of his stunning fiancée's cute little arse sticking up in the air was too much and the caveman in Brian took over. He got up behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust his cock as deep as it would go into her tight little pussy. She screamed and pushed her hips back into him.

His pent-up emotions, worry and stress all boiled over as he started to fuck her hard. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled himself as far into her as he'd go, pounding her harder and harder. She responded by creaming all over his cock, with shockwave after shockwave going off inside her pussy. He grabbed her hair, pulling her back up painfully so that he could maul her beautiful tits while he hammered away at her from behind.

It was pure, brutal fucking and when he came he almost passed out he felt so good.

Sam had slumped forward on the bed. The sheets were soaked, and the duvet would definitely have to go to the dry cleaners. As Brian came back to his senses, he realised that she was unconscious. He got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off, not quite knowing what had come over his reserved girl but delighted at the outcome.

As he got back into bed he heard Sam snoring gently. He was torn between wanting to hold her and the fear of waking her up and what she might say. Instead he pulled the sheet over her, turned the light out and went to sleep.

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Sam woke up in the middle of the night feeling used. She had cold cum sticking her face to the sheet and the wet patch under her was legendary. But finally, her body felt at peace.

All weekend she'd been angry as hell. She didn't know what to say or do and had taken it out on poor dumb Brian. Poor dumb Brian who was very caring and loving but a five out of ten in the sack - until tonight. But then until this week she had no idea how turned on she was by someone just taking their pleasure from her body.

She'd spent the entire weekend on a knife edge. She was so turned on and yet so humiliated. She had to change her panties twice on Saturday after she'd followed her orders and been to Victoria's Secret to get some properly sexy underwear. Just thinking of what might happen on Monday left her in a puddle.

But she was also furious and desperate to come up with a way to fight back. But she couldn't tell Brian. What on earth would he say? What could he do? The humiliation washed over her again.

She was desperate to stop thinking about how used she'd been...and how fucking hot it had been.

And when he'd started talking about the lads she'd wanted to smash his face in. But he had stopped her and physically overpowered her and suddenly a weekend's worth of sexual desire and emotion had bubbled over into the best sex they'd ever had.

She cleaned herself up and smiled, thinking about what she would be wearing tomorrow.

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My weekend had been eventful.

My wife and I were officially separated. The nagging cow had finally realised that the worm had turned but too late to do anything about it. There had been pleading, denials, tears, screaming and finally acceptance. I had been confident and completely unmoved. I felt better than I have done in years.

Which was strange as I'd need to find somewhere to live and they'd need to sell the house. But mentally I felt like a great weight had been lifted from my chest. I was finally free of the witch and couldn't wait to start living life again.

Monday morning found me with an almost permanent hard on as I drove to work. I had plenty of ideas of what I could do with Sam but I couldn't picture how she was going to react. I was more than a little worried that she might confront me with that big builder of hers but the logical part of my brain didn't think that it was likely. She had too much to lose.

As I pulled into the car park, I was excited and nervous and horny. Shutting the door of the old Ford I went up the stairs whistling to myself. It was early as usual and most of the rest of the sales team hadn't arrived. Nor had Sam.

I connected my laptop and started what was almost certain to be a hellishly busy week. The mailings had actually got some interest and it looked like we'd get some meetings out of it if I could convince Tony not to get Steve to do the follow up calls.

Fucking Steve.

At that point the cockroach pulled into the car park in his beige Volvo wearing a hand me down Tony sweater. Suddenly my mood sank. I put my head down, my cock wilted and I got to work.

By lunchtime I had almost walked out of the job twice. The things that usually washed over me were almost unbearable today. Unfortunately, I had no safety net so I had to grit my teeth and just get on with it.

As the others trooped out of the office to lunch I started to load my CV on to a new job website. I was most of the way through that when my phone rang. It was Adam. I looked guiltily at my screen, finished the upload and closed the connection cursing myself for forgetting about the IT man.

I answered the phone.

"Hello..." I said cautiously.

"Afternoon," said Adam breezily. Rather too cheerfully. "Have you got a minute?"

"What, now?"

"Yes, now. Unless you're too busy on Monster.com..."

"Errr...no, now is fine" I said and put the phone down.

Fuckety-bollocking-fuck!! Why wasn't I more careful? I set off down the stairs into the IT lair. Adam was sitting in his chair. It was unclear whether these were the same clothes as Friday or not. The tie had changed (Yogi Bear) but other than that he was much the same. Other than a slightly eerie smile.

"Hi Adam" I said with a false confidence that I definitely wasn't feeling. "Have Vodafone been back in touch?"

"Oh no. I was lying about Vodafone to get hold of your phone."

I was stunned.

"Sam asked me to try and help her and you know that I can't ignore a damsel in distress. I thought she was imagining things until you brought your phone down already reset. Then I knew for sure that something was up."

I started to feel a little sick. All the bravado of the morning was gone in a split second. My stomach was queasy and I must have lost all the colour from my face.

"I've been trying to get Tony to install better security but you know what a cheap bastard he is. Of course you do, you work here. Without anything else to fall back on I decided that I'd try to protect Sam the only way I knew."

The pause, waiting for him to continue, went on forever as I waited to hear the sentence for my crime.

"So I turned her webcam on and recorded the stream from it."

"You what!"

Adam just sat back in his chair looking smug.

"Turns out that you two put on quite a show. You ended up fucking her arse about two feet away from the camera lens. Would you like to see it?"

I slumped against the door frame. Then worried about being overheard I quickly shut the door.

"Yes. Good idea," he said as he opened a file on his desktop. "I've watched this seven or eight times now. What I want to know is how you convinced her to do it? You asked her about money. Are you stealing?"

In answer I opened my phone, accessed my online storage and played the sound clip that I'd recorded on Friday afternoon. His face grew darker and angrier the longer it went on.

"That fucking bitch used me."

"I'm afraid so."

"And she's stealing from the company?"

"Pretty comprehensively yes. She needs the money to keep paying for her fiancée's business. They must be in quite a bit of trouble to chance something like this."

"And you found out how?"

"She made a mistake and took over a thousand pounds from my pay instead of a hundred. The bank called to say that they hadn't been able to pay the mortgage and was I aware of the situation."

"Fuck."

"Too right."

"I honestly thought she was a nice girl," said Adam. "But to be used like that in a way that could get me fired? That fucking bitch!"

On the video I was bending Sam over the desk. My cock twitched.

"What do you want Adam?"

"I was going to use this to get you to quit and for her to use against you however she wanted. But now?"

He paused and a devious smile crept over his face.

"Now I want in," he said.

"I want to fuck her. I want to fuck all her holes and force the stuck-up thieving bitch to worship my cock. I want her to earn every fucking penny that she steals from this business...and give me half of it."

Wow.

"I think that you'll have to negotiate that with her, Adam. She and I have...an understanding. But that agreement didn't cover any of this. I'm not sure that she'll go for it."

"An understanding? That's what you call it? Have you seen Sam today?"

"No."

"I think that you have more than an understanding. What time do we do this?"

"What time do we do what?"

"Fuck her of course."

I looked at him askance. "What...you mean together?"

"I don't care so long as I get to fuck her. And I'm guessing from what you did to her that you want to keep on fucking her. I know you're not in the office all the time so how about you get her the days that you're in and I get the days you're not? And today we break her into the idea with both of us?"

The prospect of being part of a tag team and violating Sam in all her holes was surprisingly attractive. I looked at the video running on the screen. My cock was pistoning in and out of her arse at this point and my cock definitely remembered how that felt. I suddenly caught on to one of the things that he'd said.

"What did you mean have I seen her today?"

"Just drop into her office on your way back upstairs and you'll see what I mean. So. Are we on?"

Adam was almost vibrating in his seat, all pretence of calm and cool gone.

"We're on but only if you remove my face from the video. We'll also need to have that ready to put in front of her this afternoon. Can you load it so that it runs on a web page somewhere?"

He nodded.

"Perfect. Keep the url private for now and then she can see how easy it would be to spread her round the internet. Let's meet in her office once the sales floor is clear. About 5pm...?"

He nodded and I went back upstairs. I paused at the stairwell door leading into her office. Looking through the window I saw Sam talking to Tony with a sheaf of paper in her hand. Tony's face looked a bit glazed as he tried not to stare at the incredibly sexy woman in front of him.

The black dress she was wearing would not be office appropriate anywhere that I could think of.

It clung to every delightful curve and finished at mid-thigh. I have no idea what the fabric was but it shimmered slightly. The back of the dress finished just under the shoulder blades and the front of the dress was held up by a stylish neck choker built in to the dress. The front of the dress would have been fine apart from the fact that there was a lattice of lace that started beneath the choker at her neck and went down between her sumptuous breasts in a v-shape and ended at her belly button. Her arms were bare other than a beautiful, silver celtic band around her left bicep.

If she was wearing underwear it was well hidden.

As my eyes travelled down, I could see her stocking tops were outlined through her tight dress and the black heels she wore were gorgeous. On the slutty side of high and doing the most wonderful things to her leg muscles. She looked like my idea of a wet dream.

I was rock hard just looking at her.

Taking a few deep breaths, I went upstairs and got back behind my desk before the others returned from lunch. They found me eating a cheese and Branston sandwich while doing my best to will my erection away.

The rest of the day crawled by. If the second hand on the clock moved any slower it would have been confused for the minute hand. Thankfully I had a couple of calls to distract me and finally the sound of Tony's car fired up (the Jaguar today) and with that the sales team's exodus began.

I gave the car park time to clear and made my way down the stairs.

Sam looked up from desk as I came through the doors and walked into her office. She calmly pushed her chair back and stood up. Her beautiful, brown eyes challenged me to find fault with what I was seeing as she sashayed around her desk.

"Do I please you?" she asked with a faint smirk.

"Very much," I said and I gestured for her to turn around. She started to do that very slowly, lifting her arms straight up in the air as she did so like a ballerina. This lifted her dress above the suspenders, leaving her amazing arse cheeks just peeking out.

Just as her back was turned the door opened and Adam came in. She whirled around and brought her arms across her chest almost as if she thought she was already naked. I could already smell her excitement.

"Adam!" She was very flustered. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to join in bitch."

Her face drained of any colour.

"How dare you talk to me like that! What are you talking about?"

"Adam is a uniquely talented man," I said. "When he thought that you still actually gave a fuck about him...or about any of us really, he decided to help protect you. So, on Friday he enabled your webcam to provide evidence against me."