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The Blackmail of Sarah Walker	By : ItwasMerlin Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 66332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N okay wow im finally updating this thing . I wont go on as ill let you read but i need to state a few things first.
Im not happy with this chapter at all , ive been round in circles with it and just thought thats it fuck it ill post it . My writing feels to me its took a plummet so ... i dunno be warned . My heads telling me one thing but the words just arent happening .
Anyhow this is part 1 of three and its long , much longer then my others . maybe thats the problem. my last few points i want to make . I seem to recieve reveiws telling me what im apparently going to to do with my story about how Im going to make Sarah want to go with Morgan over chuck etc Ive stated numerous times i wont , i also want to state just because Morgan has thoughts etc doesnt mean he will get his wish okay. And if for some reason you think Sarah wouldnt act like that i also want to point out , in this story her feelings are all over the place so if she appears sloppy for the usual calm and collected spy thats the point.
have one more point to make at the bottom but ill allow you to get on with it .
Merlin
ps i have no beta and there will be mistakes , ill come back and edit them when i have time.

The blackmail of Sarah walker
chapter seven
one asshole meets another part I
He'd cum inside her ......Morgan grimes the hairy little buy more worker and her loves best Friend had just used her most private of places to do as he pleased . She hated herself, despised herself and as of late, the blonde couldn't even look at herself in the mirror without wanting to put her fist through the glass.

Her old cold spy self, whispered thoughts of revenge. But a little voice in her mind was almost calling her out. ...telling her hatred and revenge wasn't the only thing she felt the moment her blackmailer unloaded in her.

"Sarah......"

"Sarah. . .”

I'm just imagining things ....The blonde told her self ....I don't enjoy it , that's just crazy ...I hate that little bastard more than anyone I've ever met . The latter thought being true as the mere thought of her blackmailer made her skin Crawl.

"Sarah...."

I'm not some cheap whore and I’ll never give Morgan the satisfaction... Sarah was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a slight tug on her purple blouse .Turning she gazed straight into the brown eyes of her concerned boyfriend. Her blue eyes then flickered to said boyfriends sister and fiancé who were also staring straight at her. The three of them having picked her up from castle after her 'session' with Morgan. The loving family wanting her to have lunch with them

"Sorry I was miles away."

"Are you feeling alright Sarah?" Ellie asked in a sisterly concern.

"Yeah Sarah, you don't seem your awesome self at the moment.” Devon added in his usual jock like, but kind nature.

Brushing her hand through her blonde locks , she smiled a genuine smile at how concerned they were for her , it faltered a little when the thoughts of what the three of them would think if they knew what she had been up to ....Especially a certain nerd herder with chocolate brown eyes .

“I think I'm just a little tired .... I didn't exactly sleep that we'll last night." Sarah replied, while it was only a half truth, one thing for certain was this whole situation with her bastard blackmailer really had drained her.

“Well it's settled, I'm taking you home in a minute. I'm going to run you a bath and you’re going to relax for the rest of the day. No more staring at a computer screen in castle." Chuck said firmly, his eyes telling the blonde he was putting his foot down.....or at least doing his best at trying to in his own Chuck like way.

Sarah felt like she was about to burst into tears. But instead could only nod in agreement. This man, her life, who she had betrayed not much more than an hour ago was so perfect, so kind. And yet she couldn't do the right thing and leave him, instead her selfish heart stopped her from even thinking the idea a possibility.
Morgan's room ....11 pm...

Morgan sat in his room, headphones in on his laptop enjoying his most recent recording.

He especially enjoyed the close up view of the blondes face as she was bent seductively over the vanity table, 'trying' her hardest not to enjoy it. For a top spy, who needed top notch acting skills, she wasn't playing the role of forced and reluctant spy very well. .......Not that Morgan was complaining.

Watching the video back , Morgan was surprised at how confident he'd become after such a short while , he could remember being so nervous at first when he'd blackmailed her for a blowjob , but now here he was treating her like a slut with confidence like a completely different man . He supposed that's what having power over someone like Sarah Walker did to you. It made him want to tame her, make her almost obedient to the point she expected his cock along with her normal day to day life , hell his ultimate goal was to get her to the point where she wanted and needed to please him….. Although that was a long shot granted.

He'd always had the assumption she found him completely unattractive and he could tell she still did. But he could also tell she was starting to like his fat cock no matter how much she denied it, and more to the point he had an inkling that she enjoyed him dominating her specifically, not just because she liked being treated that way.....but because it was him doing it, after all what's more embarrassing then a short and scrawny, looser nerd who until recently lived with his mom, who wasn't exactly earning the big money, using her body and treating her like a common whore.....she probably found the situation, due to being the top CIA agent and we'll out of Morgan's league humiliating. ....and that's just another aspect she secretly enjoyed. Of course that was just him guessing. ....but whatever the reasons he didn't care, all he knew was he would never stop.....After all Sarah Walker the unreachable blonde was his and he didn't plan on giving her up.

Continuing to watch the recording, he eventually came to the part where he’d stretched the blonde’s ass cheeks. While his head was in the way and blocking the view of her asshole, the Buymore manger had the mental image of that little delight etched into his brain. Having enjoyed anal a good few times with Anna he knew he had to with Sarah as well , the blondes asshole looked twice as tight as his ex, not to mention he'd imagined fucking Sarah Walker in each hole since he'd known her…..although the blonde had that effect on most people.

He wondered if she'd ever done anal ....but his biggest wonder was if she'd ever done it with Chuck. It was a fact he really wanted to find out.

Knowing that could all wait for another day, Morgan continued to watch his recordings with a smile before eventually going to sleep.

The next night, the apartment.....

Morgan was annoyed as he sat on the couch in the apartment, flicking through tv channels. Chuck had flashed, and the team had rushed off to some banquet or gala he didn't know, without him. Apparently the general ear marked this mission as strictly need to know bases meaning no non trained outsiders allowed. He could guess she had been a little more blunt about his participation but Chuck had sugar coated it for him.

The buymore manager didn't care about the mission though, what he did care about was watching Sarah in her element. He didn't think there was anything more sexy then Sarah Walker kicking ass and taking names.....Just made the thought of being one of the two men fucking her even hotter .

He was slightly annoyed Sarah had gone out of her way to ignore him after there last round of 'passion' but he would let it slip for now, after all he had said he would space out there times together when he had first blackmailed the blonde , as to not raise suspicion . Didn't mean he wasn't always on the lookout for more opportunities to get her alone.

Morgan sighed in agitation as he tried to get comfortable on the couch, but couldn't as his thoughts kept drifting to his 'fuck buddy’. What he wouldn't give to have her on her knees between his legs right now. The thought sending a rush of blood to his lower region. His cock rising instantly.

After Cumming inside Sarah Walker , he'll even just being inside her , masturbation had become boring, almost a chore after all what was the point in playing with yourself when you had one of the hottest woman alive to play with instead . He sighed once more though as he rose from the couch, his dick throbbing uncomfortably in his grey tracksuit bottoms. He needed a release and Sarah wasn't around, so the hairy buymore worker would have to settle for his own hand ....at least he had a very good collection of films to get off to.

Walking past the open kitchen and towards his room, Morgan paused when he came to the closed door belonging to Chuck and Sarah. It was a room he very rarely frequented nowadays, since Sarah had moved in. And one he wouldn't of ventured into without good reason when the two love birds were out the house, but the situation was different now, or that's what Morgan told himself.

Opening the door, he walked into the room, switching the light on as he did. He shook his head slightly as he looked around the tidy room, the white walls that where once covered in nerdy posters where now bare all apart from Chucks beloved Tron poster. Even Chucks models of different Sci Fi characters he once had littering his shelves had definitely minimised, although he did notice the two figurines of Han solo and Chewbacca still standing atop of his bed side table . The sight brought a small smile to Morgan's lips that quickly turned into a smirk, the two figurines symbolised his and Chucks friendship so much.

While Han was the charming adventurer who got the girl, much like Chuck, chewy was the sidekick and the one who was just 'there' and while he wasn't a hairy monster ....Well he was hairy, Morgan was definitely the sidekick. But not anymore, this time Morgan got the girl as well ....Even if the hero of the adventure had to share her, even though he had no idea about said fact.

Shaking the thoughts of his own self-worth, Morgan continued to look around the room. His eyes gazing upon the dressing table.

'I've checked castle for sexy clothes for my little slut ....Maybe she'll have some even better things in her own personal collection' Morgan mused , his hands reaching for the top draw . Opening it, he immediately closed it when he came upon Chuck’s boxers and socks. His hand then grabbed for the second draw, opening it, he grinned when he'd found exactly what he'd wanted. Sarah's pantie draw.

Digging in he pulled out sexy pair after sexy pair. From thongs to lace panties coming in all different designs. It seemed Sarah Walker only brought the best, no granny panties for her.

Gripping a pile of them he brought them up to his nose breathing in the scent, hoping to get even the slightest whiff of Sarah's cunt on them. He groaned in disappointed when the only smell he got was washing powder. Placing them back in the draw he then closed it before gazing towards the closet in the corner. No doubt where Sarah kept a number of sexy dresses she seemed to have an abundance of.

Walking towards the closet, he opened the door only to be met by a long row of different coloured dresses. Red, blue, black and white, and a few other colours, each dress different then the last.

"Fuck I bet she'd look good in some of these." Morgan whispered to himself as he scanned through the blonde’s clothing. The small man’s attention then went to the bottom of the closet, where Sarah kept her shoes. He looked on in appreciation at the many different high heels she had, the bearded troll’s imagination showing Sarah posing naked in nothing but her heels just for him.

Looking towards the back of the closest, he spotted a pair that really caught his eye. A sexy pair of bright red Heels drawing his gaze. Unlike the others that went in line towards the front, these ones where towards the back sitting atop of a plastic bag. Curious, he reached in grabbing the heels with one hand and bag underneath with the other. With the two items in hand, he pushed the open closet door closed with his shoulder before walking towards Chuck and Sarah's bed.

Placing the newly found items on the bed, Morgan reached into the bag pulling out a large rectangular box that had a small pink bow tie around it. On said box, a small letter addressed to Chuck was stuck to it. Grabbing the letter, the envelope itself not sealed, Morgan slipped the letter out and began to read it.

'To Chuck, anytime you want, just ask.

Love you forever, Sarah ;)'

'Anytime you want?' Morgan thought curiously before placing the letter on the bed, his small hands grabbing for the wrapped up box. Undoing the bow, he quickly opened up the box and looked inside. He grinned deviously when he pulled out what's inside .black thigh high fishnet Stockings, Two small clip on straps and a lacy black corset, there was even a matching pair of black lace panties. Morgan's smile became even wider when he realised these where new and definitely unused. (Season 5 , episode 1 if you need a visual.)

He imagined how amazing his blonde slut would appear in this get up. The image sending even more blood rushing to his lower regions. Deciding he had to make his imagination a reality, he put each item back in the box before placing it back in the bag, red heels and all. The bearded troll then made sure the room was just as Chuck and Sarah left it. Before slipping off to his room with the bag and Sarah's present to Chuck in hand.

There was no way after all that he wasn't going to be the one to receive this gift first. Not to mention, the thought of her wearing this while he tried her ass for the first time ....Well that was even better.

Four hours later....3:20 am

"Well that was a tough one." Chuck said, exhausted from their mission as he and Sarah walked through the courtyard towards their home. The two love birds arm in arm as they moved.

Nodding, Sarah then leaned her head on Chucks shoulder. She felt tired but for once she felt more relaxed. The mission taking a lot out of her but also allowed her to release some pent up rage she had built up for a certain blackmailer. Each enemy she faced she visualised was him.

"You were on fire tonight honey, especially with that one bad guy, he must have really pissed you off."

Sarah knew the one Chuck meant.... The shorter looking terrorist with a beard, she almost felt bad for him afterwards. She probably hit him one to many times.

The blonde had to admit the day hadn't been that bad, she had only seen Morgan in passing, spent a lot of time with Chuck and got to kick some ass it felt almost normal. But the guilt she felt hadn't lessened and the nervousness she felt at the thought of Morgan appearing with another one of his demands was still there. She just hoped the little bastard didn't have anything else planned soon………..little did the blonde know as she walked through the door, her blackmailer had been thinking about nothing else.
The next day, the Buymore.... Mid-Morning.

Morgan sat in his manager’s office, eagerly checking over the weeks Rota. Being that he was manager, it was one of his duties to delegate who worked what days and time. Giving him the perfect opportunity to keep Casey, Chuck and Big Mike working, while he spent the time at home ‘Working’. Well home being his mother's house.

While he knew he could have gone to the Maison again, he wanted to instead make Sarah hate herself that little bit more. He wasn't ready yet to take her on Chuck and Sarah's actual bed , just because this time he wanted her ass as well , he needed a bit more low risk in getting caught especially as he had no idea how that would play out . Although Sarah surely wasn't leaving until his cock had been at least balls deep in her tight little hole at least once. No the two reasons he had chosen his mother's house, was the fact his old room was and still is a basic nerd heaven. A lot like Chucks used to be before Sarah moved in. And the second reason was his mother spent Thursday, Friday and Saturdays working part time as a receptionist at a beauty salon. Leaving the house free until six on those days.

So with it already being Wednesday, Morgan decided to make sure that tomorrow Chuck, big mike and Casey had a long nine to five shift. While he himself took a well-earned day off. Luckily enough as he scanned over the rota, all three where working tomorrow. All starting a shift at nine apart from Big Mike at ten. But that worked fine for Morgan, and with that in mind he then swapped his day off from Friday to tomorrow.

It also helped that the CIA had currently closed down the double oo, formerly the weinerlicious after the whole Shaw incident meaning Sarah didn't have to work her cover jobs, and would mostly spend her time in castle or home unless there was a mission. So she was flexible.... that thought making Morgan smirk. He did miss some of the outfits she wore though.

It was Sarah being so close to Chuck through the day witch was always a problem, especially with trying to get her alone. They spent so much time texting, meeting one another on Chucks breaks and the both of them slipping off to see one another in secret, Chuck thinking Morgan didn't notice that little bit of information. That getting a good amount of time to fuck her was hard.

This time though, Morgan had a plan, one he had worked out after finding Sarah's little present to Chuck. The bearded troll smiled, the present itself would eventually make its way into Chuck’s hands. Just wouldn't exactly be new. The present itself would also be another way of climbing into Sarah's head just a little more.

Three hours later.....Morgan's office....

Morgan sighed in relief as he walked into his office for his break. The bearded troll needed it, as today so far had been pressing to say the least. Jeff and Lester had been on one, orders had been mis-entered and he'd spent a good hour listening to a customer’s complaint over the phone. To make matters worse he was expecting one of the big wigs on the phone soon to talk to him about how the Buymore was performing.

Shutting the door and locking it, he then went to the window of his office and looked out. He had asked Chuck and Casey to hold the fort so he could have a quick uninterrupted twenty minute break. While Chuck agreed being the Friend he was, Casey merely grunted..... Which Morgan assumed meant yes. He could never tell, Chuck seemed to nod though so his first observation was right.

The twenty minutes did give him the time to switch from thoughts of work, onto his plan for tomorrow. So without waiting a moment longer, he jumped onto the office computer and began typing up a note he would give to the blonde. When he was done he printed it out, folded it up and placed it in his pocket. Then quickly grabbing his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he came to Sarah. Clicking on her name, he then quickly typed away a short message. Before going back to planning, the bearded man becoming almost borderline obsessive about making the blonde his willing slut.
Castle gym……
Sweat dripped down Sarah’s face as she punched and kicked the heavy bag, the blonde beauty keeping her reflexes and combat skills sharp for if the need rose. Not to mention it was almost therapeutic for Sarah, especially recently, every kick, every punch the image of a certain troll took president in her mind. The ugly little bastard had burrowed into her head, filling her with guilt, anger and deep regret. It was times like these, when Chuck wasn’t around the shame truly hit her, but her love for the man kept her going , selfish as that seemed .
The blonde, dressed in a blue sports bra, black fingerless combat gloves and tight black yoga pants suddenly stopped her fluid movements when the sound of her phone beeping went off, the noise indicating a text. Walking towards her bag that was on the side of castles gym, she picked it up, unzipping it as she did before reaching in for her phone. Her breathing still deep as she did. When she saw who the message was from, her heart quickly plummeted. Stopping herself from shaking, mostly due to nervousness about what he was going to ask ….. A foreign feeling for the spy once dubbed the ice queen, what made it even more embarrassing was it was Morgan grimes making her feel it. She was also shaking due to anger, anger at just seeing the little toads name pop up on her screen.
Opening the message, she quickly skimmed through it, the asshole asking once more for the key card to her room at the maison. He apparently wanted it within the next hour, he also had a note for her.
Sighing in defeat knowing what he held over her, she walked off to the showers before heading over to the buymore, card in hand.
The Buymore forty minutes later….
Sarah walked into the Buy more, her head held high dressed in a pair of black boots, a leather jacket and tight blue jeans. She could, like most times feel all the male eyes turn towards, her goddess like form making them into drooling messes. But she barely paid it mind, focusing solely on only one pair of eyes, a certain brown pair belonging to her favourite nerd herder. Usually her focus stayed purely on Chuck, but as she walked towards the nerd herd desk, she felt another pair of eyes on her. Her gaze shifted ever so slightly towards the back of the store, where she saw Morgan helping a customer, all the while his blue eyes watched her, a small infuriating smirk ever present.
Reaching a smiling Chuck, she bent over the nerd herd desk, placing a small peck on his lips.
“Couldn’t stay away from me for a full day could you” Chuck said smiling causing the CIA agent to chuckle.
“How did you know” Sarah replied, her voice playful, almost completely forgetting why she was here until in the corner of her stunning blue eyes she noticed Morgan look at her expectantly , before trailing off towards the store bathroom. Sighing inwards, getting the message the asshole expected her to follow.
“I came in her to ask you what you wanted for dinner tonight as I’m going to head home soon.” Sarah regrettably lied, before continuing. “Before you answer I need to go and use the bathroom quickly, so you think on it.”
Chuck nodded, none the wiser as Sarah slipped away from the nerd herd desk and off towards a waiting Morgan.
Walking through the Buy more she came to a smug looking Morgan Grimes dressed in his usual grey suit, leaning against the wall outside the men’s bathroom. Checking no one was watching, she grabbed the key card from her jean pocket before handing it off to a waiting Morgan.
Morgan eyed Sarah up as she moved towards him, taking in her stunning form. God was she beautiful …..And she was his to do as he pleased with. He watched as she held out the card to her Maison room, following her lead he pulled out the note he had for her, before reaching out as well. The two swapping note and card in what seemed like a strange hand shake, just as Sarah was about to pull away though Morgan’s gripped tightened keeping a surprised spy in place .
“What no kiss for me?” The Buy more manger said smugly, causing the blondes anger to rise as she used her superior strength to yank her hand away from her blackmailers.
Morgan merely chuckled at her reaction, he should have been scared and for good reason knowing fully well what the CIA agent was capable of, but he wasn’t, the material he had on her making him feel near on invincible in this situation. The glare he was getting from Sarah’s piercing blue eyes not unsettling him in the slightest, even though the saying if looks could kill definitely came to mind.
“Asshole” Sarah growled under her breath as she walked away note in hand, the blonde heading towards the female toilets that where situated opposite. Just as she was about to push through the door, Morgan spoke.
“I’ll see you later my little ‘Whore’”
Sarah stopped walking, pausing for a second as a shiver ran up her spine at the trolls words, especially the last one. Shaking it off, she pushed opened the bathroom door and walked in. Not sure if she was shivering in disgust, or the complete opposite.
A few moments later…..
Closing the cubicle door, followed by dropping the toilet lid down, Sarah took a seat on the white porcelain, before unfolding the note from Morgan, taking a deep breath to calm herself down she began to read.
Hello my blond little cum slut, I have been thinking about our last ‘session’ ….. Watching it a lot as well and have decided it’s time to add to my collection.
So after making sure my good buddy Chuck is working tomorrow, I have decided to take the day off and spend it at my mother’s house .Thing is, she and big mike are working most of the day so I’m going to need some company to help relieve any boredom and that my whore of a CIA agent is where you come in. I want you to tell Chuck you’ll be out shopping most of the day, say it’s for something ‘special’ just for him or something like that , I don’t care but just make sure he knows you want to shop alone just encase Ellie wanted to tag along.
I’m going to my mom’s at 10 tomorrow , I want you there at 11 no later after all I want most of the day to enjoy that tight body of yours. One thing I want you to do though is go to the maison before, as there will be further instructions waiting for you.
Don’t be late ……. And don’t not turn up ….. After all you know what’s at stake.
Xxx
Ps don’t forgot to look camera ready….
Sarah ripped the note up in frustration wanting to scream, not only was he demanding more ….. He had seemed to of grown twice as confident since the very first time she had blown him. Last night, she had beaten terrorists to a pulp, and yet she couldn’t bring down a buymore manager who spent most of his time watching star wars or playing video games. Running her hands through her long blonde hair, she sighed almost in defeat as she dropped the ripped note into the toilet, and flushing it away not wanting anyone to see it before storming out of the bathroom in anger.
The next morning, 9.00 pm….
Sarah had left the next day for the maison not long after Chuck had left for work, admittedly it was a little early as she didn’t have to be at Morgan’s mother’s until eleven, but the little bastard was still in bed so slipping out before he woke up sounded a lot better than spending any more time with him alone. Especially with the smug look he had worn last night when he had sat down to dinner with her and Chuck, or when he had passed the key card back to her when Chuck had slipped off to the bathroom, it was beyond infuriating.
She had done what Morgan had said, and last night told Chuck she would be shopping all day, just another lie to the one she loved. They were building up making her feel nothing but guilt, even though as a spy she lied for a living ….. Lying to Chuck, especially since they had been together was something she hadn’t done, until Morgan the little snake began blackmailing her….mentally sighing she realised that wasn’t true , it was a lie that got her blackmailed in the first place after all.
Pulling up in her Porsche into one of the parking spots outside the maison, Sarah opened the door and stepped out dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple blouse. Morgan had told her to be camera ready, the thought making her feel nauseas not believing she was once more getting ready for the little troll. She was half tempted to just turn up in jeans like she was wearing now, but she knew he wanted her looking sexier , and luckily she had a few dresses still at the maison that would fit the bill ….. And pissing him off with what was at stake didn’t seem worth it. So the only option was to play along, but keep trying to find a way out of the situation, although the blonde spy was stumped on how exactly she could do that.
Stepping out of her car, her heeled boots hitting the concrete, hand bag over her shoulders, Sarah walked towards the entrance to the hotel and began heading up to her old room. After a short elevator trip, and a stroll through a few corridors she eventually came to her room. Sliding the key card into the door, she waited for the click before opening the handle. Walking in she shivered a little in horror, the room once a haven of good memories had been replaced by depraved, shameful ones.
Her ice blue eyes looked around the room before her gaze found the bed, and not much different to the first time Morgan had set something up to get into her pants, there sitting on the bed was a large black bag, with what looked like a note attached to it, the CIA agent assuming it was the ‘instructions’ Morgan had mentioned in the previous note he had given her. Taking in a deep breath to calm down, Sarah stepped into the room and headed for the edge of the bed. Grabbing the note, she paused feeling shame …. And that strange shiver once more as she read the words ‘for my little whore’ written on it.
Unfolding the note, she began to read it, her manicured fingers gripping the paper hard.
I have to admit, the present you got for me Sarah is definitely something I’m looking forward to. You really do treat me well. I left it in the bag for you Remember don’t be late now xxx
“What the hell is he talking about?” Sarah muttered in confusion/annoyance as she grabbed for the bag. But when she opened it, she understood exactly what he was talking about as she noticed a pair four inch, bright red heels sitting atop a black box. Her eyes then flickered to a small card she recognised sitting on top of it. Sarah ground her teeth in anger, the blonde realising Morgan at some point had been rifling through her things. It made it even worse when she grabbed the heels and noticed the small card she had left with the box that was meant for Chuck stuck to the lid. But where it was meant to say..
'To Chuck, anytime you want, just ask.

Love you forever, Sarah ;)'
It now said …
‘To Morgan, anytime you want, just ask
Love you forever Sarah ;)’
Chucks name having been whited out, before being written over, his name being replaced with Morgan’s. Sarah took in a deep breath to try and calm herself down, she wasn’t stupid and being a spy she knew Morgan was just trying to get inside her head, trying to show of the control he had, trying to make her more compliant.
Well it won’t work Sarah told herself trying to be the strong spy she was ……. But her shoulders sagged almost instantly when she realised she was just kidding herself. Knowing Chuck was at stake, and what the nerd herder meant to her ….. What her career meant to her, she just couldn’t risk not going along with what Morgan wanted no matter how much she wanted to, at least until she somehow worked a way out of the situation. The thought her body was practically being controlled by the little troll Morgan, the loser, the creepy little blackmailer made her disgusted, made her hate herself along with a different feeling she pushed to the side , ignoring it the best she could .
Swallowing her pride, she then opened the black box, as she did she saw another folded note atop of the present/s she had originally brought for Chuck….. Something she would burn as soon as she possibly could after this ordeal was over. Unfolding the note, she began to read another one of Morgan’s ‘love notes’.
Hello again my little slut, once again thank you SO much for your present. What would really make me happy though is if you would dress up in it and come to mine. But I want you to leave the clothes your wearing at the maison. Ill allow you to cover up with a coat ….after all you might be a little chilly and we don’t want you to be late for work, but don’t even think about taking your present and changing in the car….. Otherwise I will know.
Lots of love Morgan xxxxxx
Otherwise I will know? Sarah re read that part a few times, had Morgan even planted a camera in here …. Was he watching her right now? And what possible reason could he want her to only change here for? Sarah thought to herself as her eyes gazed around the room. The blonde quickly entered agent mode and began sweeping the hotel room for any one of Morgan’s Camera’s he so loved to hide around the place. When she found nothing, she went to grab the bag to leave before pausing…… Paranoid thoughts taking over. What if I’ve missed one……I’ve under estimated him so many times giving the troll no credit and yet here I am, trapped. Then another thought hit her, if he was watching somehow, he would realise she was trying to disobey him, and not following along with what he wanted. Growling in frustration she gave in, and went along with what he wanted just encase. She couldn’t believe, after all her time as a spy it was Morgan Grimes who had made her so un-decisive.
Just as she was about to change she realised, she hadn’t even worn a coat to the maison , after all while it wasn’t boiling hot weather the sun was out so she hadn’t seen the point. But there was no way she was leaving the room wearing what Morgan had brought here for her to wear.
Worry crept in as she got to her feet and headed to the walk in wardrobe in her room. She sighed in relief when she noticed a cream coat that was at least below waist length hanging up but not by a lot, although having not worn the coat for a while she couldn’t quite remember exactly how much it did cover her body up . About to try it out and see, she then paused when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out she noticed a text from Morgan, opening it she read it, the asshole reminding her not to be late. Looking up at the time on the phone she realised it was already closing in for ten, not wanting to test Morgan, she quickly walked back into the hotel bedroom and began getting changed, the coat would have to do.
Morgan’s Mother’s house…..
Morgan smiled, laying back on his old bed, to say he was excited was an understatement. After all how many people could say they were going to be shagging a leggy blonde secret agent all day. The buymore manager having cycled the fifteen minute journey from his current home to his old one almost as soon as he saw Sarah leaving the apartment.
After explaining to big Mike who hadn’t quite left for work when he arrived, that he would be having an old school video game marathon and wanted to use a few of his old computer consoles he had at his moms house for the day, the troll, when Big Mike had left, had quickly gone about setting up cameras all around the house …… from his bedroom, his moms room, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen …. Hell even the bathroom had one in. After all he wasn’t against fucking Sarah in any of them so it was better to be safe than sorry, the buymore Manger having took a few small cameras from the stores stock to add to his collection from castle. While they were larger than and not as discreet as the castle’s micro cameras, it didn’t really matter ….. As no matter what, Sarah was being recorded, the blonde by now should understand that as well.
He was glad his mom and big Mike had kept his room untouched, his mom never quite letting go of her man child of a son when he finally left to move in with Chuck. Not only was it ideal if he needed somewhere other than his home to crash, it was also hugely similar to Chucks room before Sarah moved in. The room littered with posters, computer game consoles, comics….. Hell his bed sheets had a massive picture of the millennium falcon on. He had to wonder how it would make Sarah feel when she was riding his cock a top of a picture of one of Chuck’s favourite things.
The thought of Sarah on his cock caused his cock to harden almost instantly. Rubbing his cock through his grey sweat pants, Morgan wondered if he should maybe knock one out quickly before she came ….. But then a smirk came to his face, after all what was the point in wasting a load when he had a certain blonde that could milk him dry as many times as possible.
Checking his phone, he noticed she was due at his door in forty five minutes …. So with that in mind Morgan switched on his tv and laid back, watching a rerun of one of his old favourite shows, smiling at how good his life had become.
Back at the maison few minutes earlier…..
Sarah looked at herself up and down in the mirror as she stood, dressed in her bright red fuck me heels and sexy Landry. The four inch heels adding to her already model like height, with the black slightly see through thigh high fishnet stockings running up her long toned legs. The floral patterned hem of the stockings having a small strap clipped to it , running up the rest of her naked thigh , past her tight , lace black panties all the way up to her even tighter lace black corset . The corset starting slightly above her panties, leaving an enticing piece skin on show. The corset itself having a curved, studded pattern running along her body up to her breasts, which looked like they were ready to pop out, the item also having two thin black spaghetti straps over her toned shoulders. Her golden blonde hair cascaded down her to her shoulders with a slight curl to it, while her makeup was done to perfection, with a light layer of lip gloss making her natural plump lips look even more enticing, and a slight eye shadow making her stunning blue eyes pop. In other words, Sarah Walker looked fantastic, like every man’s wet dream.
Her first thoughts as she eyed herself was about how much Chuck would enjoy her in this…… until she reminded herself of her actual situation . She went from feeling gorgeous and sexy, to feeling like a high class whore. Her eyes watered slightly as it truly hit home, that’s all she was in this situation, some high class slut Morgan could do with as he pleased. Sarah had never been in situation where she wasn’t in control , even when she was younger and running cons with her father , when she was on a mission her brain always gave her an out ….. But this , she felt helpless , she sure as hell didn’t feel like the CIA’s best all because of some pervy little buy more worker. The only outs that came to mind , where ones that would hurt Chuck , ruining both their lives , with all the footage Morgan had on her , she was so deep in a hole she wasn’t sure there was a way of digging herself out again.
Pulling herself from her train of thought, she then remembered she was on a schedule. She quickly checked her phone, seeing she only had thirty minutes before she was due at Morgan’s, she rushed into the wardrobe grabbing the cream button up coat hanging inside.
As she grabbed the item of clothing and slipped into it, her heart dropped suddenly when she finished buttoning up the coat, the clothing barely reaching over her lace underwear. Her long legs, dressed in her fishnet stockings where on full show including most of her bare thigh. And if she was to even slightly bend over, anyone behind her would have a perfect view of her pantie covered ass.
She walked back to the mirror and once more looked at herself, she truly did look like a high class escort going to meet a client. How can I walk out in this? Sarah thought in dismay, while she had worn skimpy outfits on missions, this was different, she wasn’t going to save the world, or stop a terrorist …..She was dressed like this to whore herself off to Morgan fucking Grimes. It hit her like a ton of bricks suddenly that this must have been planned in some attempt by Morgan to cause her humiliation….. But the little bastard wasn’t that devious was he? There was no way he had thought it through that much? But what the blonde hadn’t realised, was since he had blackmailed her, it was all he thought about.
Once more looking down at her phone, she noticed time was up, she had to get a move on. The blonde wanted to vent her frustration , but with Chuck at stake she knew she had to leave dressed as she was , not wanting to risk there being no camera’s set up by Morgan . Grabbing a dress she had in her wardrobe, she then quickly emptied her handbag, stuffing the dress in so she could later change along with her gun before heading to the hotel door.
Opening the door handle, Sarah took in a deep breath to calm herself and slip into agent mode. After all she would need to be her strong self if she was going to survive the day with Morgan ….. Let alone the humiliation of just walking down to her car dressed like a slut.
Keeping composed was harder then she thought as she opened the door and began walking down the corridor towards the hotel elevator. She hoped to god she didn’t walk past anyone ….. Although she knew that was just wishful thinking. It wasn’t like she had luck on her side, especially with everything that was going on.
Her blue eyes never looking anywhere else but forward, she continued on hoping no one would come out of there room. Every step reminding her of what she was doing, her bright red heels making a noise as she walked. Making it to the elevator she sighed in slight relief having not run into anyone. Clicking the button to call the elevator, she waited a few minutes, which to the blonde spy felt more like an hour until it eventually arrived.
When the doors opened she was met with a sight she wasn’t pleased with, as at the back of the Maison elevator, stood two men, one large dressed in suit and morbidly over weight, while the other a slim older gentleman dressed in beige khaki pants and a sweater. Swallowing her pride she walked into the elevator trying her best to ignore the open shocked/lustful stares of the two men she now occupied space with. Turning around not wanting to look at them, she stared hard at the elevator doors, even though she could feel two sets of eyes roaming over her form. She tried to disconnect like she would on a mission, but she couldn’t, instead her body shivered at the feeling of the two perverts behind her eyeing her up like she was on sale …… The way she was dressed though, she truly felt like she was, her mind imagining the men behind her where thinking how much?.
Not being able to help it, her gaze moved slightly to the side Mirrors the elevator had, giving her a slight view of the men behind her. She could see their eyes gazing lustfully at her bottom half , the larger business man making it blatantly obvious , he looked as though he was about to dribble any minute like some fat dog. Trying to ignore it, not wanting to cause a scene, even though her spy side was telling her otherwise, Sarah moved her gaze back to the metallic elevator door. She watched as the small number board above the door counted down from ten, her floor number. She hoped it didn’t make any more stops until it got to the bottom …… but luck really wasn’t with her today as the elevator stopped at seven.
The doors slid open, as this time a red haired woman who was wearing a skirt and black jacket, another person dressed for work, entered the elevator. Sarah noticed almost straight away, the woman take in how she was dressed, the look of disgust obvious as she walked in and stood behind the blonde. To her shock, she then heard from behind her the woman whisper one word.
‘slut ‘ …….
Normally Sarah being who she was would have turned around and planted her fist to the red heads cheek or at the very least given her a dirty look. But she stopped, and instead lowered her head slightly in shame ….. Because had she seen someone dressed the same, Sarah herself would have been having the same thoughts. The word slut seemed to ring through her mind, all the while the elevator once more began its descent. Sarah felt her eyes water slightly as the feeling of humiliation became too much, what made it worse was something else she had noticed, she could feel a faint heat between her legs.
Am I that fucked up I like people thinking I’m some common hooker Sarah thought to herself in embarrassment. She hated Morgan so much at this precise moment, not only was he hell-bent on ruining her’s and chucks future, he was making her think and feel things like this. Much to Sarah’s relief the elevator soon finally reached the ground floor.
As soon as the doors opened, Sarah powered walked out, keeping her head down as she made her way quickly through the reception lobby and away from the prying eyes of the elevator. She ignored any looks as she headed out of the maison and towards her car, making it across the car park in record time, slipping into her Porsche, before starting it and making a quick getaway.
What the blonde hadn’t noticed though as she marched across the concrete of the car park, was a pair of curious blue eyes watching her from behind the wheel of another parked car ….. Something Sarah, with her spy senses and know how would have picked up had she not been in such a state.
Fifteen minutes later……
Sarah tried to steel her confused emotions as she began to turn into Morgan’s mother’s road, trying to ignore the strange reaction she got from the lustful/disapproving looks she had received in the Maison elevator.
Eying the clock on her Porsche’s dashboard, she realised it was almost ten to eleven. With that in mind she quickly pulled up at the side of the road and switched her car off. Looking forward, she locked onto Morgan’s mother’s house that was just near the end of the road. She had seen it before, but never been inside, having only picked Morgan up from outside or dropped him off back when they were friends.
She once more tried to slip into agent mode, not wanting to give Morgan any satisfaction of knowing what she had recently felt. Breathing deeply, the blonde CIA agent told her self over and over it was just some strange reaction, even though a quiet voice was telling her otherwise , she did her best to block it out.
Finally feeling slightly calmer, she eyed the garage door connected to Morgan’s house. Not wanting to leave her Porsche out in the street to be recognised …. While a small chance, it was one she didn’t want to risk, the blonde pulled her phone from her cream coat and scrolled to Morgan on her contact list (she had wanted to rename it fucking asshole but didn’t want anyone who had her phone seeing it.) Getting his name up, she went to messages and began to type.
Sarah: I am Outside, is your garage empty?
Almost instantly her phone vibrated.
Morgan: Yes why?
Sarah: Can you open it so I can park my car inside
Morgan: Why Sarah …..Are you embarrassed by our relationship?;)
Sarah gripped her phone in anger, wishing she could snap it in half.
“Little bastard” Sarah growled under her breath as she began texting once more. Letting what she was really feeling slip into her message.
Sarah: Just open the fucking door!!!
Morgan: now that’s no way to speak to one of the men in your life, ESPECIALLY as its getting ever closer to 11 o clock. I think you best apologize.
Sarah took in a deep breath trying to calm her anger, after all she couldn’t fly of the handle and she knew Morgan was just trying to get under her skin. Once more bringing herself under control, she gave in and texted back.
Sarah: I am sorry, can you please open the door.
Morgan: that’s a little better, but I think you need to text me more like you would Chuck …. After all I am just as important in your life now.
Sarah stared at Morgan’s reply almost speechless, who the hell did he think this was? She knew he was doing this to annoy her …. But wasn’t her body enough for the hairy little gremlin? Knowing she couldn’t exactly back out without life altering consequences, the blonde eventually began to reply.
Sarah: please Morgan baby xx can you please open the door, I really want to see you xx
Morgan: That’s better bbe xx;)
Sarah rested her head on the wheel of her car and waited, taking in as many deep breaths as she could to steel herself …… something she had tried doing multiple times already only for Morgan to piss her off again . She looked up when she heard the sound of a garage door being raised, she didn’t see Morgan as by the looks of it, it was a motorised one. She looked down as once more she felt her phone vibrate.
Morgan: I’ll be in my room upstairs, you’ll know the door when you see it.
Sighing loudly, and resigned to her fate she once more started her car up and began to drive towards Morgan’s. Driving up the drive way, she entered the small garage and parked up before switching off the engine. The garage door closing behind her the blonde could only assume the little troll was watching from a window, remote in hand to close her in.
You can do this Sarah, you’re the CIA’S best, don’t let Morgan of all people get the better of you. Sarah told herself as she opened the car door and slid out, her red heels hitting the concrete floor of the garage. She knew once more she would have to steel herself the best she could, not react to what Morgan had planned for her no matter how hard that was. It was strange she had suffered physical torture had the hands of some of the deadliest people in the world, keeping her focus, barely flinching. And yet Morgan grimes and his own brand of torture was effecting her more than any she had encountered before ….. After all, it was hitting her heart, mind and body, her heart because of the betrayal to the man she loved , her mind because it was making her think things about herself she never would of before and her body , much like her mind was betraying her , reacting to things it shouldn’t of been . But she wouldn’t be beaten, or that’s what she told herself as she headed to the open door at the back of the garage, slipping through it quickly and entering the house.
Walking through the door, she came into a small archway that led directly into the grime’s kitchen. The kitchen of medium size, but with a modern feel to it having by the looks of it recently been done out. Remembering Chuck telling her Morgan’s aunt had died a while back and left money to his mother, it clicked in her brain her love telling her they had renovated quite a bit of their house. The kitchen having obviously been one of them. Not really giving a shit about the grimes house condition, she kept moving, her heels clipping the laminate flooring as she did. Exiting the kitchen, she continued through the house until she came to a flight of wooden stairs that had no carpet, the blonde assuming they were about to have newly fitted carpet as the wood on the floor looked old. Stopping at the bottom, she swallowed, her mouth slightly dry as she prepared to walk up the stairs towards Morgan’s room.
You can do this Sarah the blonde thought as she took the first step.
Morgans room….
Morgan sat across the middle of his bed, his back against the wall the next to his bed, his legs stretched out in nothing but his grey sweat pants , his body shaking with excitement.
He knew he should have felt guilt at what he was doing ….. But he didn’t. He had never had control …. Or power like this in his life, the feeling so foreign to him, and it was like a drug, like a junkie’s first shot of heroin before his lifelong addiction. When he was younger he was made to feel small by all the girls at school, and this was his payback. Not to mention as soon as Sarah had walked into Chucks life, she had become his fantasy fuck ….. And she lived up to all the lofty expectations he had in his head if the day had ever came and he had a chance. He had often dreamed of having a beautiful woman had his beck and call, but never in a million years had he thought he would have had Sarah Walker be the one he could live his perverted fantasies out on. This was something he couldn’t give up, he knew he needed to up his game in trying to make her his personal willing slut….. Although he wasn’t sure willing would ever be a word he would associate with Sarah and his little blackmail operation. But for some reason, he was sure she got off slightly on it, mostly down to the humiliation/domination aspect even if it was just a theory ….. But a theory he would continue to test.
The bearded man was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the noise of heeled feet hitting his mom’s wooden stairs. He didn’t think he had been this excited since George Lucas announced the phantom menace …. Although he knew what he was about to experience wouldn’t be a let-down. Quickly pulling down his grey sweat pants and throwing them to the floor at the side of his bed, he once more sat back but this time only wearing his favourite pair of batman boxers.
While he was, deep down still slightly nervous about these encounters even though he held all the power, especially today as he was going to take her tightest of holes. He knew he couldn’t show a dent in his confidence not with a woman as strong as Sarah she needed to know he was always in charge, so with that in mind he placed his hands behind his head, and relaxed back cockily. His heart jumping in excitement when he heard a knock at his door.
Few moments earlier…..
Sarah slowly ascended the wooden stairs, hating that her heeled feet made so much noise on the carpet less steps. She was sure that little asshole would hear everyone one of them, the pathetic little runt getting excited over it most likely.
When the blonde agent reached the top, she looked down the small hallway to her right, seeing a couple of doors on either side ….. One of said doors catching her eye as a poster was stuck to it. Morgan had said she would no which was his, so guessing Big mike and Balonia wouldn’t have poster’s on their bedroom door, she headed towards that one. When she got close though, she paused, seeing the poster was identical to the star wars one Chuck used to have up in his room. She suddenly felt even dirtier then she already did like it was taunting her …. But then it was also a stark reminder of why she was doing this …. For Chuck and the life they had.
Knowing she had to get this over with, after all standing outside wasn’t exactly an option, the blonde knocked on the door in front of her.
“Come in” she heard a smug voice sing from the other side of the door.
Morgans room….
Morgan watched in anticipation as his old bedroom door slowly opened and Sarah walked in, his eyes widening, filling with lust as he saw the blonde. Blood instantly rushed to his lower region as he took in her form, his eyes gazing from her bright red slutty looking heels, up her endless, black fishnet covered legs. He eyed the slightly tanned skin between her stockings and the cream coat she had on with hunger, the teasing straps running up her thigh adding to how irresistible she looked. Looking further up her body, bypassing the cream coat that was blocking his full present, he looked at Sarah’s face, ignoring the usual glare she had for him, she was as per usual looking flawless , her striking blue eyes , plump sexy lips , cute nose topped off by curled golden locks that reached her shoulders. Eyeing the coat, he swallowed, his throat dry.
“Remove the coat Sarah.”
As soon as the blonde had stepped in she paused as the room came into view ….. The sight causing her stomach to turn a little. The room was nerdvana, it was in essence, much like Chucks room before they were together. The walls where blue, littered with different posters of superheroes, movies and things Sarah had no idea on. In the corner sat a tv with different consoles underneath, some of them she recognized that Chuck had put into storage.
Her gaze then flickered to the bed, the star wars bed sheeted bed …. To the source of her problems, Morgan Grimes. The short, incredibly hairy asshole was sitting against the wall, his legs spread across the middle of the bed in nothing but his tight boxers. His body hair was plentiful and she couldn’t help compare it to the thin, tidy amount she had come to love rubbing her hands through on chucks body , where chucks made her feel warm inside ….Morgan’s made her shiver in disgust. His bearded usually smug face, this time wore an openly lustful look that made her hate him even more then she already did. That was when he first spoke, his voice for once not the usual confidence he had shown recently. When she heard what he wanted, she mentally sighed.
“Look Morgan…” Sarah began, about to once more try reason with him even though she knew it seemed a lost cause.
“Were not having this conversation again” Morgan interrupted, his words said with force and control, knowing what the blonde agent was going to try and do. “Now just do as you’re told and take off the fucking coat.”
Not having another option, the only other being to leave and have her betrayal sent instantly to Chuck, she began to slowly remove her coat all the while shooting daggers at Morgan, hoping her cold look would make him falter. But the blonde didn’t even see him falter, his old bumbling self of the past seemingly gone. She was shocked at the transformation, although she could only guess this was a side to him only she was allowed to see.
Morgan sat staring in an almost dream like state as Sarah began unbuttoning her cream coat, when a thought hit him ….. Did she do what his note had said and walk out the maison dressed like she currently was? What the blonde didn’t know was Morgan had been completely bluffing about the cameras, wanting to merely test his control over the blonde. Ignoring the unanswered question for now, he went back to watching as the blonde finally unbuttoned the coat. Closing his eyes wanting to open them to his full present, he waited until he heard the sound of clothing hitting the carpet covered floor. When he opened them and saw Sarah in her full glory … he was speechless. The heels and the stocking had been unbelievably sexy, but with the sequined tight black corset to go with it showing of her perky tits and strong, soft shoulders, she truly was a man’s ultimate wet dream. He ignored the glare as he sat, almost enthralled by her, his dirty little slut.
Sarah would have laughed at the look Morgan was giving her if she didn’t despise the man, it was back to his old pathetic bumbling idiot look. Chuck had one but Sarah found it adorable ……Morgan’s had been annoying, but now it made her nauseous. Maybe the old Morgan is still in there though? Sarah thought to herself before she noticed his face turn back to its usual, infuriatingly cocky one.
Morgan continued to stare at Sarah before he snapped himself out of it, the buy more manager knowing he would lose his air of authority if he stared like a virgin about to have his first time. He knew, if he was to ever fulfil his dream of having Sarah Walker as his willing, wanting slut, then he couldn’t let her see what she truly did to him.
“Turn around Sarah….. Give me a full look at my present” Morgan commanded, his voice firm.
Sarah rolled her eyes at the weasel of a man as she slowly turned around on her bright red four inch heels.
Morgan watched as Sarah’s, toned ass came into view. Biting his lip, he admired her in her get up, all the while smirking inwardly. The blonde not realising her ass would be officially his today. Her creamy yet slightly tanned skin clashing with the dark black lingerie making her look tantalising.
“Bend over and touch your toes.” Morgan whispered loud enough for the blonde to hear.
The CIA agent bit her tongue, it seemed it hadn’t taken long for him to start, wanting nothing more than to tell this little prick to fuck off but she knew this was a battle she couldn’t win at this time. So with that, she obeyed and slowly bent forward, her agile, athletic body finding it easy to reach down and touch her bright red heels.
Morgan watched in delight as her tight panties rode up her crotch slightly with the action, giving him an even better view of her perfect ass. The lace undergarment now thinly covering the delights he knew too well.
“Holy shit” Morgan whispered quietly to himself as he look on at his blonde fuckbuddy all dressed up for him, bent over like a slut. Not being able to help himself, he quickly wiggled out of his batman boxers, unleashing his throbbing fat cock from its confines. Grabbing it he slowly began to stroke it as he looked upon Sarah.
“Look what you do to me Sarah.” Morgan almost growled as he played with his cock. His member throbbing in his hand as he did.
The blonde agent couldn’t help but glance, almost as a reaction through her legs, at the sight of Morgan who was now completely naked and slowly stroking his cock. She felt like a piece of meat, a slut on show …. She wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear... And yet her body once more reacted differently to her thoughts when she felt her cunt moisten. Ashamed she looked back up, towards the door …. A form of exit she wouldn’t take.
“My little whore ….go lean against the door like a good little slut, and look at me”
Sarah took in a breath before agreeing to Morgan’s commands as she stood to full height, and walked towards the door. Turning, she leant against the cold wood and looked back towards Morgan …. Her cold practiced, ice queen glare on show as she looked at her naked blackmailer in all his glory.
Morgan still couldn’t quite grasp his dream woman was now his personal fuck toy as she stood against the door of his old room , glaring at him …..More like putting on a front Morgan smirked to himself. Still stroking his cock, admiring the beauty in front of him, he had to give a lot of credit to his ex-Anna Wu for this moment. Before her, the only sexual encounters he had had where quick awkward fumbles. His years of failure with the opposite sex in the bedroom had changed drastically when he started going out with that little minx. She was a freak, and not to mention very picky about how she wanted things done. She taught Morgan so much about sex that if it wasn’t for her he probably would have run for the hills had Carina come at him. Instead he had fucked her good, good enough for the stunning DEA agent to say she hadn’t had many better. And now here he was, although under different circumstances, about to fuck one of the hottest women he had ever laid eyes on…. Again.
“I bet you haven’t had many cocks fatter than mine have you Sarah” Morgan said smugly, still stroking his large girth. Seeing the blonde didn’t respond, merely still predictably glared at him. It actually made Morgan chuckle, while she was still incredibly intimidating, when you held all the cards like he did , it didn’t exactly dent his confidence no matter how dangerous she was. Not wanting to delay it any more, he pushed up from his seating position and slowly climbed off his bed, his fat six and half inch cock swaying as he did. When on his hobbit like feet, Morgan began walking towards the blonde agent, her blue eyes still glaring at him.
Sarah watched, her inside’s twisting as Morgan began walking towards her. Stay strong Walker she told herself mentally, knowing she had to endure for Chuck’s sake. She cringed slightly when he reached her, looking down at him, her superior size plus heels making the height difference quite substantial.
Morgan breathed in Sarah’s intoxicating perfume … or natural scent he wasn’t sure with this woman. The vanilla scent filling his nostrils, and something he could only still describe as Sarah. Getting into her personal space, he admired her tight model like body up close, tip toeing, he leaned his bearded face into Sarah’s neck the blonde turning her head away as he did. Breathing her scent in once more, he then leaned up towards her ear, the smell of her strawberry shampoo making him shiver. His hard, throbbing cock digging in against her left thigh as he got close
“You make me so hard Sarah.” Morgan whispered in her ear, his beard tickling her skin as he spoke.
Sarah could feel exactly what he meant, as Morgan’s cock dug into the skin just below her panties. Morgan’s warm breath in her ear, making her body shudder in repulsion.
Morgan wanted to fuck her senseless, just being this close to her …. She was so addictive. Pulling away slightly, he ran his hands over the soft skin of her shoulders, eyeing the straps off her corset. Slipping one of his fingers under the strap of her left shoulder, he pulled it to side and over her shoulder, slipping it halfway down the top of her arm, not quite enough to release her firm breast. His hands then moved to her other shoulder as he repeated the action, his eyes following his movements.
Sarah stood still, back against the wooden door wanting nothing more than to move herself away from the spikey haired geek who was currently pulling the straps of her corset from her shoulders. She didn’t though, knowing the consequences, instead she just attempted to steel herself.
“Remove your arms Sarah” Morgan demanded, his blue eyes transfixed on her chest.
Sighing inwardly, she did as she was told, her free arm holding the corset up to cover her breasts as she slipped her left arm from the strap’s before repeating it with the other arm. Until the corset was essentially strapless, the only thing keeping her pert tits in was the tightness of the corset itself.
“Good girl.” Morgan said, his voice condescending, taking in a deep breath he reached forward with both hands, slowly pulling the corset down her chest, her pert, perfect firm breasts spilling out as he did. . Morgan’s cock lurched at the sight, throbbing at the view of Sarah’s chest. Without waiting, he reached for the left breast, grabbing the soft handful, before leaning down his mouth, latching onto her enticing nipple.
Sarah gazed behind Morgan, staring at the back wall trying to block out the fact she was currently being undressed by Morgan Grimes. A small wave of nausea hit her when she felt her corset pulled down slightly, her breasts released from their confines. She still couldn’t believe Morgan had seen her fully naked let alone fucked her, and here she was again, the pervert seeing what was meant purely for chuck once more.
She breathed in sharply when she felt her blackmailer’s mouth latch onto her sensitive breast. The blonde flinched slightly when she felt his tongue swirl around her areola, the sensation was made worse when she felt his free hand grab her other breast , his hands groping at it roughly , pulling at her nipple as he did.
The blonde stood trying not to make a sound as Morgan went from one breast to another, sucking, biting and pulling at her sensitive buds. Once more, like the last few times her body betrayed her as her nipples became erect at her blackmailers actions.
“So fucking perfect” Morgan mumbled to himself, as he once more swapped breasts, swirling his tongue around her left breasts nipple. Before pulling away, the buy more worker then grabbed both her pert globes, groping them slowly. “So fucking perfect and there all mine.”
Sarah ignored Morgan’s words as she looked anywhere but forward, not wanting to look at him without being able to punch him in the face. That came to a stop when he next spoke..
“I wonder how devastated Chuck would be if he saw this” Morgan spoke, his voice smug as he continued to play with Sarah’s chest. Not stopping when the blonde’s face whipped round quickly, her piercing blue eyes glaring at him, promising a swift end. “I bet you want to hit me right know …… but you won’t Sarah, not with what I hold over you.”
The stark reminder caused Sarah to calm slightly, after all the asshole was right. She was thankful when his hands finally left her chest, his groping making her breasts sore. She wasn’t thankful though when she then felt his hands slowly run down the side of her corset covered torso until they landed on her hips. The naked little troll stroking the skin between her corset and panties.
“Besides” Morgan whispered huskily, his hands reaching round her waist landing her the blonde agents toned pantie covered ass, squeezing it as he did. His cock pulsating at the feeling of the beauty’s ass in his hands. Looking up at the blonde’s face, who was still glaring at him, he continued. “Deep down you’re just a fucking slut who loves being treated like the whore you really are. After all I reckon you love every moment with me”
“I will never enjoy my ‘time’ with you” Sarah replied angrily through gritted teeth, she wished she could beat him to a pulp. Make him hurt for what he was doing ……even though a little voice whispered in the back of her mind, while you may not love it, your body isn’t exactly following that thought. The whole situation being made more aggravating when Morgan simply chuckled at the blonde’s statement.
“Of course” Morgan replied, a smugness to his voice all the while thinking about the video evidence he had. As he did he slowly removed his hands from her toned ass, his left hand slowly began rubbing down the side of her lengthy leg. Enjoying the feeling of Sarah’s incredible pins in his grasp, the feeling of the fishnet stockings making it even more of a thrill. With his other hand though, he aimed for something much sweeter as he dragged his fingers across the skin above her panties and corset before turning his hand upside down, and slowly slipping his hand between the waists of her black panties. His face became even more smug when he slid his hand into her underwear, finding the tight hairless slit of one of the CIA’s top agents ….. And much to Morgan’s pleasure, he could feel the dampness that had formed ….. Sarah Walker was wet. His brown eyes looked up at the blonde beauty’s face who was gazing away once more, trying to seem distant. He smirked ….. Someone’s in denial.
Sarah could feel Morgan’s smug eyes on her as soon as he slipped his hand between her legs, she felt humiliated knowing this blackmailing little perv could feel her arousal. Knowing it could only add to his cockiness. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, she kept her eyes away from him as she felt his hand begin to slowly stroke her slit. She knew she had to fight to show as little reaction as she could, after all if she ever gave in, it would only add to the little troll’s pleasure, something she would avoid at all costs.
Stroking her cunt slowly, Morgan eyed Sarah’s model like body with wonder. Wanting to move it along, he leisurely slipped his middle finger into her tight wet passage, watching for a reaction like a hawk.
Standing there naked, with Sarah up against the door, Morgan began to slowly finger fuck the blonde agent. His middle finger sliding in easily due to the dampness of Sarah’s aroused cunt. He alternated between pumping his finger and slowly circling inside, his eyes moved up to her face that was still turned from him , giving nothing away , his brown eyes then moved to her chest . Her plump, erect breasts rising and falling quicker than normal indicating her breathing had quickened.
“Just so you know Sarah.” Morgan said to the blonde who was still ignoring him, an idea coming to him as he finger fucked the beauty. “There wasn’t any camera’s inside your room earlier.”
It seemed to do the trick as Sarah’s head once more whipped round, anger again apparent on her features. The reaction giving Morgan the answer he’d hoped for, she had gone along with his plans without finding proof of what he was saying. Without letting her speak, he began to talk himself, his finger still pumping slowly into her wet hairless pussy.
“I bet anyone who saw you walk out dressed like you are right now thought you were a common prostitute.” Morgan spoke smugly, his bearded face smirking. “Well I wouldn’t say common, a high class one maybe especially with a body like this …. But still a whore. Bet you loved people watching you walk through that hotel, imagining all the dirty things they would love to do to you. I Reckon you’d let them as well, any shape or form, just as long as you got some cock.”
“You’re an asshole.” Sarah growled, trying best to block out his words as he fingered her twat. I’m not a whore I hate this she told herself in defiance, she felt shame though as her body once more reacted differently. A shiver running through her body at Morgan’s words ….. Why am I reacting like this? The blonde questioned herself, having no answer. It made it worse when she could feel herself becoming more aroused, her cunt pulsating slightly at being compared to a common slut.
“Don’t worry Sarah.” Morgan whispered in a husky tone, her insult falling on death ears, the buy more worker too consumed by lust and power. “You’ll be getting that fat cock your body desires soon enough.”
As his finger still slipped in and out of the stunning blondes hairless slit, Morgan watched the blondes face as he suddenly slipped a second finger into her. His ego soaring as he heard a strangled gasp from the blonde, the model like CIA agent, unable to hold it in. Getting a reaction he desired, the naked hairy nerd didn’t wait for her to adjust as he began to vigorously pump his two fingers in and out of the blonde, his hand still inside her lace black panties.
Sarah felt ashamed of herself when she couldn’t stop the gasp coming from her lips as Morgan slipped a second finger into her, her body jerking slightly against the wooden door at his movement. Her mind had been otherwise occupied, making her unready. She tried to compose herself, leaning her head against the wooden door, her blue eyes looking up towards the white sealing, balancing as best she could on her four inch red heels, as Morgan thrust his two fingers into her. The problem she found was, she was an unwilling woman with a seemingly willing twat.
Morgan continued to finger Sarah with pace up against his bedroom door, enjoying listening to her trying not to groan, enjoying her heavy breathing. God what he would give to see this woman cum for him, but he knew he needed her to loosen up with him more ….something he would work on.
As his fingers continued to slip in and out of the stunning blonde, the bearded man could feel his cock throbbing almost painfully, he needed to be inside her. It had been a few days ….too long in his mind to have not savoured the feeling of being inside her unbelievably sweet pussy. He wanted her mouth again, he wanted to eat her out again ….. He wanted to sample her unbelievable ass. But he had the whole day for that, but right now his cock was begging to be buried inside the pussy his fingers where currently knuckle deep in. So with a heavy heart, he suddenly pulled his fingers from her slit, the elastic of her panties retracting against her skin.
Sarah felt relief as Morgan finally pulled his fingers from her, breathing through her nose, she forced her body to calm down the best she could. Her blue eyes watching the naked man in front of her with hatred, wondering what was on his mind. The CIA agent watched with disgust as her blackmailer then raised one of the fingers that had just been inside her to his mouth, slipping it inside, tasting her arousal.
“mmmmm” Morgan moaned , tasting Sarah’s addictive juices . “You taste so good Sarah, I could live on your pussy for the rest of my life. I would never touch a dumpling again.”
Sarah grinded her teeth, wanting to snap on the little perv, but as per usual she reminded herself what was at stake.
“Don’t be so angry Sarah.” Morgan said watching the blondes face. “I’ll let you have a taste as well, after all I haven’t licked this finger clean yet.”
Morgan raised his index finger, aiming it towards Sarah’s plump lips, the blonde pulling away slightly keeping her lips firmly shut.
“Sarah, open your mouth like a good little slut or I won’t be happy.” Morgan had to grin when he heard the beauty sigh in annoyance before taking his finger slowly into her unwilling mouth. His cock lurched slightly at the feeling of her warm wet mouth around his finger, his member remembering how amazing it was to be in her mouth but he had all day for that. Slowly he began fucking her mouth with his finger, smirking inwardly at the look of the disgust that shone in the blondes eyes.
Somehow he kept eye contact with Sarah, showing his dominance as his finger fucked her sweet mouth. His blue eyes telling her who was in charge, trying to tell her to obey.
The blonde stood against the door as Morgan played with her mouth like she was some sort of sex toy. She couldn’t believe the bumbling dork was looking at her so confidently, without a hint of nervousness. It was strange to Sarah, after all she was a strong woman, she should have been biting this little assholes finger off, instead she merely let him humiliate her again and again, with her body reacting so foreign to her.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, Morgan slowly walked backwards towards his bed, his large cock swaying as he did. The short man never taking his eyes off ‘his’ blonde slut, his eyes gazing up her provocative form. The bright red heels, black fishnets, black panties and the tight corset that was pulled slightly down under her amazingly perky tits . She was too much, too fucking sexy like a made up wet dream of some horny teen.
When he reached his bed, he climbed onto it, eyes still on the agent as he shuffled across the bed until his back was against his bed room wall, his throbbing cock standing to attention.
“Unclip the straps on my present” Morgan growled lustfully at the blonde, his gaze fixed on the thin straps running from her stockings to her corset.
Not wanting to, but knowing she didn’t have a choice Sarah reached down to the clips. Undoing them on both sides before letting them drop she then reached behind her back, unclipping the ones that ran down the back of her thighs and ass.
Morgan took in a breath, eyeing the blonde, his hand slowly gripping hold of his already painfully hard cock.
“Turn around and slowly pull your panties off ….” Morgan demanded, his hand now once more stroking his member.
Sarah closed her eyes, breathing in as she did, she didn’t want to …. She really didn’t, but she couldn’t lose Chuck either. So with a heavy heart, she turned on her heels, staring at the wooden door. Reaching down with both hands, her manicured fingers hooked into the waistline either side of her lacy underwear. Just as she was about pull them down, the bearded troll once more spoke.
“Remember slowly…”
‘Asshole’ Sarah repeated to herself as she did as she was told and began to slowly pull at her panties.
Morgan watched eagerly as the blonde, in his mind teasingly began to pull down her underwear. His gazed in perverted satisfaction as the leggy model looking agent slowly bent over as she was doing it. Inch by inch the panties where pulled down , showing him more and more of her perfect , toned ass until finally , he saw her wet hairless slit come into view .
“Dear.God.” Morgan whispered to himself before speaking a little louder so Sarah could hear as he enjoyed the view of her perfect snatch as her panties where pulled slowly down her endless stocking covered legs.
“Bend over more like a good little slut.”
Sarah gritted her teeth, this was the second time in maybe half hour most that she was bending over for Morgan and his perverted mind. This time though she felt even more exposed as she felt a small breeze on her bare pussy that sent a shiver up her spine. Doing as she was told though, she bent over more …. Exposing herself more ….The worst part though as she did , her body again like the first time shed bent over for him decided to go against her thoughts . Her pussy that was already wet, moistened more between her legs causing the blonde to close her eyes tightly in shame, all the while slipping her panties off down her legs until they were pooled around her ankles …. The action causing her mind to wander back to the first time Morgan had fucked her, when he had told her every free moment she had her panties would be around her ankles for him . Well the problem was he had made a free moment, and here she was, like he had said, bent over, her panties around her ankles and her cunt on show.
Morgan groaned slightly when Sarah bent over even more, just enough that he could also see her other, what he expected, an even tighter hole. Her puckered little asshole looked so tempting, he could only imagine the taste…… He almost laughed at the word imagine, he wouldn’t be imagining anymore after today.
He wanted to walk up behind her and fuck her up against the door …. But he had put so much effort into today, he decided instead she would put the work in first. With that in mind, he turned on his bed, laying out in the process, his head flopping onto his pillows as he kept his gaze on the blonde still bent over to his side.
“Step out of those panties Sarah and clip your straps up again”
Grateful to be standing once more, Sarah stepped out of panties carefully as she was in heels, she then proceeded to clip her straps back up, still turned from Morgan as she did.
“Turn around Sarah.” Morgan commanded, his right hand playing with his cock. He watched as Sarah slowly turned around to face him, her blue eyes in a constant look of disgust. Ignoring it, he gazed at her tits, before his eyes ran down the tight corset she was wearing, landing on her now exposed tight little slit.
“Now Sarah, be the good little whore you are and get on.” Morgan spoke forcefully, his voice dripping with lust for the blonde all the while his hand grabbed his straining pole.
The blonde paused …. She knew what would happen again when she came here, but going through with it was a different story. Each time it had happened she had wanted to run…… and each time she had reminded herself why she couldn’t. It made it worse when the little bastard goaded her, calling her a whore ….. Her feelings on that where confusing her as well making this whole situation even more horrid.
“Come on Sarah, you don’t want me sending those videos of me fucking you to Chuck do you?” Morgan mocked, as he watched Sarah pause in thought. “Or at least those videos of someone fucking you with a blurred out face.”
Stay strong Sarah and get it over with Sarah told herself, knowing Morgan was mocking her and yet telling the truth at the same time. She realised though, this was just the start of the day, and she hadn’t been here for much more than half an hour. There was no making him cum fast and getting it over with, he essentially had her body until the late afternoon. But if she left now, the life she had come to hold dear would be over ……so with a heavy heart she walked towards Morgan’s bed, trying her best not to look at the smug buy more manager.
“That’s it Sarah, climb on like an obedient little whore.”
“Shut your fucking mouth Morgan.” Sarah growled as she came to the side of the bed, she couldn’t help the aggressive slip at Morgan’s words. Breathing deep, she then climbed onto the bed and onto Morgan, her endless stocking covered legs landing either side of his hips. Her red heels now slightly pointing up into the air.
Morgan smirked at the blonde’s aggressiveness, she had spoken out and yet still did as she was told. Looking up at the blonde he admired her face, her perfect tits all the way down to her bare pussy that was merely inches away from his now painful cock.
Placing his hands cockily behind his head, he then eyed the stunning blonde with expectation.
“Go on then Sarah, grab my cock and put it in. Fuck me like you want it”
I’ll never want it Sarah told herself as she reached down and grabbed Morgan’s large cock. She could feel it throbbing in her hands as she position her wet entrance over it. She felt humiliated this asshole was making her put it in for him, like she wanted to have it inside her or something. Knowing she had to anyway, she looked anywhere but down at her blackmailer as she slowly lowered herself until the head of his cock probed her slit. Pushing on she sank lower , closing her eyes briefly as his large girth stretched her cunt as inch by inch she once more allowed someone she hated more than anything enter her twat. She did her best to stay silent, only allowing a haggard breath slip from her lips as her body adjusted to the invasion. Until finally his whole length was inside her.
She wanted to punch the man beneath her as he moaned in blissful pleasure ….. Something the blonde didn’t want to be the one giving him, even if she knew that was a stupid thought in this situation.
Morgan felt like he could explode right there and then, just from Sarah lowering herself onto his cock. Her pussy was near indescribable, she was so tight, so warm and wet, it felt like his cock was trapped in a vice grip of pure pleasure.
The blonde slowly began to rock back and forth on the trolls cock, breathing deeply, trying to think of anything else. Trying to imagine she was anywhere else, trying to keep the image of a devastated Chuck from her mind as she began to fuck his best friend for a third time. Regret filled her, each and every time she slowly slid up and down her blackmailers cock ….. Each and every time the bastards cock buried itself inside her.
Morgan looked up, almost in a dream like haze as the blonde fucked herself using his cock, her tits bounced slightly as she almost grinded on his dick, the tight corset underneath making them even more pushed out. He looked up at her face , her piercing blue eyes looking anywhere but down , he could see a slight blush on her cheeks as her mouth hung slightly agape , showing her perfectly white pearled teeth .
“Faster Sarah” Morgan breathed, his hands still behind his head in a cocky manner. When the blonde continued at her agonizingly slow pace, he once more spoke, this time louder in a more commanding tone.
“Fuck me faster Sarah.”
Sarah looked down at the man below her, something she didn’t want to do but his tone of voice seemed to demand it. His eye’s told her the consequences of not doing as he said, and with the idea of a broken heart Chuck at the forefront of her mind, she glared harshly at her blackmailer before slowly picking up the pace of her movements.
The blonde inhaled deeply, trying to not pay attention to her body as she rode Morgan’s cock at a faster pace. Her body finding a steady rhythm as she moved, taking his dick deep into her cunt each time. She felt ashamed ….. Something that seemed to happen a lot lately when she felt small waves of pleasure trickle through her body. She tried her best to keep herself from moaning, even slightly, keeping her mind on how much she hated Morgan ….. But it wasn’t a full proof plan as no matter how much she gritted her teeth, the blonde couldn’t help it when a groan got threw as Morgan’s large girth stretched her sensitive twat.
His hands still behind his head in a cocky manner, Morgan gazed downward, watching in pleasure and satisfaction as his cock disappeared into Sarah’s perfect pussy. His shaft was coated in the blondes juices as she fucked him like a porn star.
Wanting to touch his blonde CIA slut he removed his hands placing them on her legs just above her knees, running his hands up and down her stocking covered thighs, the feeling of her lingerie beneath his hands making this whole situation even hotter.
“You can do better Sarah.” Morgan whispered, before letting out a low groan as she once more sunk down onto his cock. Her exquisite twat clenching around his pulsating cock each time she took him deep inside her. Wanting more, he trailed his hands along her perfectly toned thighs until they were placed on her pert ass, the soft skin of her bum so enticing.
While he was telling her she could do better, he knew full well she was the best fuck he had ever experienced. ….. Didn’t mean he couldn’t goad her.
“So fucking good……. Come on Sarah fuck me harder you whore” Morgan cried out, using his hands to pull her onto his cock at a faster rate. He smirked inwardly when the blonde moaned out, involuntary or not it still boosted his ego to no extent.
Sarah growled, or grunted she wasn’t sure from Morgan’s words, as without thinking she eyed the headboard of his bed. Seeing red…. But not realising she was playing into Morgan’s hands , she grabbed it with her right hand, her other falling to the buy moron’s hairy chest, using the headboard as leverage she began thrusting down harder and faster than before.
“Yes that’s it” Morgan groaned out at as Sarah fucked him into the bed, the wooden slates beneath the mattress creaked loudly at the pairs movements.
A few minutes past, the sounds of moans and heavy breathing filled the room as the CIA agent rode her blackmailer like a high class prostitute. The room smelt of sweat and sex as the two fucked, one unwilling and one very. All the while the two micro camera’s placed around the room recorded each and every moment, the leverage against the ‘ice queen’ building.
Wanting to show more control, Morgan quickly grabbed Sarah’s hips, using all the strength he could muster to stop her movements. Looking up at an out of breath, and confused spy, he decided to change it up a bit.
“Turn around, ride me the other way.”
Sarah sighed inwardly, knowing it was almost pointless to argue with this bastard. In fairness though, she was more than happy to turn around and reverse cowgirl him. After all it meant she didn’t have the displeasure of catching glimpses of the assholes face. Silver linings and all that the blonde thought to herself as she climbed off of Morgan’s cock. As she turned around, she made sure to ‘accidently’ catch him in the side of the stomach with one of her red heels. A small smirk graced her lips for mere seconds when she heard a small grunt of pain come from Morgan at the movement.
Positioning her legs either side of his hips, her heeled feet now pointing towards Morgan’s top half, Sarah then leaned slightly forward , placing her hands down on the covers in front of her , avoiding the hobbits hairy little feet Which were stretched along the bed . Not wanting to be the one to instigate, not after he had already had her put his cock in, she waited, slightly thankful when she felt one of his hands grab her hip. Well thankful wasn’t the word.
She cringed slightly when she then felt him line his cock up at her already fucked sensitive pussy, gritting her teeth she once again tried not to moan as once more his fat cock entered her, slipping easily between her walls.
Morgan sighed in bliss as the first inch or so of his cock re-entered Sarah’s tight cunt. Without warning, he then grabbed her hips, pulling her down roughly until he was balls deep in the blonde’s wetness. He smirked at the loud gasp ….. Or was it a moan? That he got from the blonde, the agent now practically sat on his crotch, with his dick buried deep inside her tight, hot pussy. He looked down at her toned ass, as he slowly, still holding her hips pushed her up making at least four inches of his cock slip out of her, only to pull her back down hard with as must force as he could muster , his hips thrusting slightly up as well to add to the movement.
“Fuck” Sarah whimpered out, taken by surprise as Morgan pulled her down onto his dick with strength she wasn’t sure he even possessed. She felt shame as she no doubt stroked the pricks ego as he drew a reaction out of her. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but this situation as he pulled the same move a few more times , biting her lip hard , she somehow remained mostly silent as Morgan thrust hard up into her. Eventually he stopped, holding her hips, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight snatch. She inhaled deeply in surprise when she then felt Morgan’s hand come down harshly on her ass as he spanked her as if she was a naughty child….much to her horror she felt the walls of her cunt shiver in delight from the treatment.
“Ride me nice and slow Sarah.” Morgan whispered, letting go of her hips. The nerd basking in the feel of her slippery hot sex around his cock.
Sarah sighed in defeat before taking over, knowing he would threaten her with telling Chuck if she didn’t. Slowly she began rocking back and forth, facing away from Morgan she simply stared at the TV at the end of his bed trying to think about anything but the cock inside her. She preferred setting the pace, finding it easier than having Morgan thrust into her hard ….. Something her body so shamefully seemed to react to.
Watching with pure lust, and feeling pleasure on a different level. The buy more manger sat back as Sarah pleasured him with her stunning body. With his hands now free, he eyed the red heels Sarah wore, with his right hand he slowly ran his palm over the back of her heel, up her fishnet covered legs …. The feeling so erotic, as his hand then landed on her pert toned ass. The straps connecting to the corset and fishnets tight against her skin, making her look even sexier. He watched in delight as her ass was almost hypnotic as she slid up and down his throbbing cock. Morgan couldn’t help but moan at nearly every movement as her tight twat devoured his shaft.
With his other hand, he placed it on her vacant cheek, enjoying the feeling of Sarah’s ass pushing against his hands each time she sat backed on his cock . Grabbing her cheeks, he spread them, the blonde continuing to fuck him as he eyed her other, even tighter if that was possible hole. He bit his lip, gazing down at the cia agents tight asshole ….. God it looked so delicious to Morgan, this woman’s whole body was perfection … it was quite simply built to please. He wasn’t just looking forward to fucking her ass, the buy more worker couldn’t wait to taste her ass as well, delving his tongue deep inside her.
Looking up towards the back of the blonde’s head, her wavy golden blonde hair seemingly staying perfectly in place, he had to wonder what the blonde was thinking …. Gazing back down to the sight of Sarah’s pussy swallowing up his cock, Morgan had only one thought ……MINE.
Sarah had cringed in disgust and hate when she felt Morgan’s small hands run up her legs, she knew it was strange after all she was currently fucking the bastard but the way he caressed her skin, it made her nauseous. But her heart jumped a beat, and the nausea heightened when she felt his hands spread her ass. It was a horrible enough feeling being naked in front of Morgan with him having access to anywhere on her body, but him checking out her ass like he was, knowing what could well be going through his perverted little mind. Something the blonde had never even done with Chuck……
The buy more manager could slowly feel himself edging towards his first and definitely not his last climax of the day, as the blonde continued to fuck his cock. He was surprised in all honesty he hadn’t cum sooner not that he was complaining about said fact though. While admittedly he could let Sarah fuck him all day, he wanted to show more control, not liking the idea of Sarah being the one taking the lead as he came …. Unless it was in her pretty little mouth.
With that in mind, Morgan grabbed the blonde’s hips once more stopping her movements.
“Lean back on your hands and raise your knees” Morgan growled , before lightly pulling Sarah’s body back, satisfied when she did as told, following his lead as she allowed him to move her model like body . The agent obviously could see what he wanted as she placed her arms either side of his body, her hands gripping the quilt as she rose her knees in the air doing her best to keep balance as her red heels dug into the soft bed.
“Fucking pervert” Sarah spat as she got into position. Not enjoying being ordered around by this pathetic little weasel…….
Morgan lightly chuckled at the blonde agent before he moved his own body, raising his knees slightly before positioning himself the way he wanted. Reaching under Sarah’s raised form, he grabbed his throbbing cock which was now free, lining it up against her wet entrance as he did.
“Be a good little slut and sit on it would you…..Or I’ll have to tell Chuck” Morgan teased, a smirk on his bearded face. Although he was currently looking at her corset covered back, he could just tell the stunning blonde was gritting her teeth, seething at being ordered about and threatened with Chuck being told.
Sarah closed her eyes when Chuck was mentioned …. It was like a knife to the stomach each time , each time the thought of a devastated Chucks face appeared in her mind made her resolve for him to never find out heighten . So with that in mind, she slowly inched forward, lowering her hips at the same time until she felt Morgan’s large girth begin to once more invade her already stretched sex.
The ebony haired nerd grunted as Sarah’s cunt engulfed his aching cock, he allowed her to take a few inches in before he took her by surprise. Grabbing her hips roughly, he held her body in place as he began to thrust up into her. An almost feral growl that even surprised him slipping from his lips as he got into rhythm until he was pumping into her at an alarming rate. Using all the energy he could, he fucked Sarah as hard as possible. Relishing the feeling of being inside her slippery, tight wet sex.
Sarah couldn’t stop herself moaning as the pervert beneath her began thrusting up into her. Biting her plump lips, she did her best to try steel herself not wanting to give anymore satisfaction to the man as his cock fucked her honey pot like a battering ram.
She couldn’t believe it, she hated this situation more than anything …. And yet her body was on fire as she was used like some fuck toy …. By Morgan fucking grimes of all people.
“Oh god.” She whimpered as he continued his pace , the feeling of his wide girth , hard thrusts and his large balls that where now slapping against her sensitive pussy becoming almost too much .
Don’t you dare fucking cum for this bastard Sarah’s mind shouted, the humiliation and guilt of this situation was bad enough. But she could never let it down if Morgan grimes of all people sent her over the edge. Concentrating the best she could, she tried to get her body under control …. Hoping the bastard beneath her would finally cum and the first part of this ordeal would finally be over.
It went on for a few more minutes as Morgan fucked her hard, driving into the CIA agent with all he had. The room smelt of sex, shame and sweat. Moans where heard from both, even if one was involuntary, along with slapping skin and creaking wood.
Morgan could feel his climax rushing to him at a fast pace, although, he wasn’t surprised, Sarah Walkers cunt was just too much. But this time he didn’t want to cum inside her …. Not yet anyway. He wanted something else, something that would show even more dominance over the blonde. He wanted to show her what she was, what she meant for. With that in mind, he suddenly stopped his fast pace, and with great effort slipped his cock from Sarah’s twat, much to his cock’s displeasure.
Almost dropping the stunning blonde, Morgan slid quickly from under her and off the bed. Breathing heavy from using his body to its limits, he staggered to the middle of his room before turning back towards the heeled lingerie clad goddess spread across his bed, who was breathing heavily as well, her beautiful blue eyes looking it him with confusion and hate.
Quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead, he then grabbed his cock and began stroking it all the while staring at his best friend’s gorgeous girlfriend.
“Get on your knee’s in front of me Sarah.” Morgan commanded, breathing heavily as he did.
“W-what ...” Sarah whispered, stuttering slightly as she did. Her voice was usually confident, but as she looked at the short naked and very hairy nerd in front of her, worry seeped in wondering what his next move was going to be.
“Just do as you’re told or I swear I’ll send Chuck everything” Morgan growled, the buy more manger doing his best to hold his beckoning climax in.
Sarah’s ice blue eyes glared at Morgan with burning hate, mentioning Chuck was something the bastard obviously new hit her hard. She just couldn’t recognize the man in front of her from the creepy yet sweet in his own way geek she had met in the buy more. She was tired of him ordering her around … but if she didn’t oblige would he do as he said? She had read him completely wrong right from the start so she couldn’t risk it, the guy was just too unpredictable.
Feeling backed into a corner, she slowly climbed off the bed and onto her heeled feet. Her eyes still shooting daggers at the nude troll in front of her as she walked towards him. Inwardly sighing once she reached him, her model like form towering over him. Slowly she sunk to her knees in front him, her eyes just above his cock. She couldn’t help but once more see a disapproving Chuck in her mind …. This time it was followed by a devastated Ellie, an angry Casey… hell even Beckman’s disappointed face entered her head.
She’s so fucking sexy Morgan thought to himself as she walked towards him. He was on the edge already, struggling not to blow his load as he stroked himself. It was hard when someone as hot as Sarah walker walked towards you wearing slutty red heels, black fish nets and a tight corset …. It was even harder when she was pantiles, her wet pink little pussy on show. Not to mention her naked full soft breasts swaying slightly as she moved. When she sunk to her knees in front of him though, he nearly spilled instantly.
“Look up at me Sarah.” Morgan whispered but in a firm tone, he groaned inwardly when she gazed upwards. Ignoring the glare he was receiving from the blonde, he marvelled at how stunning she was. Her wide blue eyes, plump pink lips, golden blonde wavy hair and pearly white teeth….. She was the ultimate babe….she was his to use as he saw fit … his sexy blonde slut.
“So fucking beautiful.” Morgan groaned as he widened his stance slightly before aiming the bell end of his cock at the blondes face. Stroking it faster, he allowed himself to go a bit, relaxing himself more. He stopped when the blonde’s eyes widened before she pulled back away from his aim.
“Don’t you dare Morgan...” Sarah threatened, her voice laced with hate when she realised what he had planned.
“You must not care about Chuck then.” Morgan replied calmly, even though the CIA agent wouldn’t take five seconds to snap his neck , he was already too addicted to Sarah’s sweet body to stop.
She needed to realise her place when it came to this deal …. She needed to realise who was in charge. She needed to realise what she was made for……
“I think the first thing I’ll send him is that mission report of you and the mark…” Morgan said, goading the blonde as his hand gripped his hard cock, slowly stroking it once more. “Then after the videos I have.”
Sarah sighed.. Her eyes slightly watering as she closed them in frustration before she gave in, shuffling forward slightly until she was once more in Morgan range.
“Good girl.” Morgan mocked before picking up the pace of his actions stroking his aching cock faster and faster, using his free hand he grabbed the blondes chin and with a little bit of force tilted it upwards until she was once more looking up at him, her eyes opening at the move.
“If you just relaxed more you could come to love our time together.” Morgan breathed staring down at her blue orbs that where glaring back up at him. He felt so powerful right now as he looked upon her watering eyes, he the nerdy loser from the buymore was taming the CIA’s best. Stroking faster, the nerd couldn’t help but continue to talk down to her.
“You’re a whore deep down Sarah.”…….. “Deny it all you want but you want to be fucked hard like the slut you are” ……..
Sarah tried to block out Morgan’s words as he jacked his large cock in front of her face. She felt so degraded … so humiliated right now knowing what was about to come, and the worst part of all , she had never allowed anyone to do this … she was too strong a woman for that , but it seemed of all the people in the world Morgan fucking grimes was about to break that duct.
God was obviously not on her side today either, when to add insult to her already horrid situation Morgan made another one of his ‘demands’.
“Beg for my cum Sarah.” Morgan growled, his balls beginning to tighten as he pumped away. “Say please sir …. Please give me your cum.”
She couldn’t believe the balls on this small man … and yet with the recent threats still on her mind she couldn’t displease the erratic bastard in front of her. Giving in, she swallowed, the saliva thick in her throat.
“Please sir...” Sarah whispered as she closed her eyes, her voice broken as she uttered such foreign words. Not believing what she was going to say next she paused a little before uttering words that made her feel so dirty .
“Please Sir, please give me you’re cum...”
Morgan listened, stroking his cock to the words coming from Sarah’s mouth, it was a fantasy ever since he had laid eyes on her to hear it. One of the sexiest woman he had ever seen, on her knees in front of him dressed like a whore begging for his seed. He couldn’t hold it any longer, as with a strained grunt he fell over the edge. Looking down at his best friend’s girlfriend, he held his cock in place milking it slightly as he unloaded a torrent of cum from his aching cock. Shot after shot, it covered her face, hitting her forehead, her eye even her nose as he drained himself on the blonde.
The blonde gasped slightly as the hot sticky fluid hit her face without warning…. making a rookie mistake , her mouth slightly opened from the shock of her first facial allowing one rope of cum from Morgan to hit her plump upper lip and into her un wanting mouth.
The Buy more manager looked down at his CIA slut in blissful satisfaction, as he milked the last remaining drops of his seed onto her face. Her face was covered with his cum, just like she should be. The image was so unbelievably hot that he knew he would be watching this moment on repeat from his recordings. He had got her right in the middle of the room for a reason after all, the camera he had planted next to his computer had the perfect view.
Stepping back slightly from the cum covered agent, releasing his softening cock from his hand as he did. Morgan decided it was time to move rooms …. And onto something else. He was also famished from the energy he had exerted, an idea hitting him he couldn’t help but smirk at.
“I think it’s time we moved out of this room …” Morgan said, the smirk still on his face when for the first time since he had given the blonde a facial, she moved her head giving him what he thought was a glare . He watched with lust as his spunk began slipping slowly from her face, a few drops landing on her soft breasts as it did, he groaned inwardly when he was sure he saw cum dribble directly from the blonde’s mouth.
“So why don’t you go clean yourself up in my bathroom before coming down to the kitchen. I’m hungry as well so ill expect you to make me a nice sandwich while where down there. I think fifteen minutes is enough of a break”
With that Morgan turned on his feet and left the bedroom, leaving Sarah alone, kneeling in the middle of his room covered in his climax. Once the distraught blonde was alone, she couldn’t help it as she let out a small sob.
A/N no idea when the next part will even be if people still even like it . One thing someone said was about Morgan fucking sarah other then hotel rooms etc or even i supose a safe spot like his moms house. That will happen , dont worry just not in this three part arc for reasons Morgan stated.
some small plot point teasers for the next two parts.
- Sarah does something that suprises herself and Morgan
- Morgan enjoys a new delight
- a plan majorly backfires on Morgan making him more determined
- the couple have a voyouer in the mists
- ( and please dont read into these too much)
- 6
- 7
- 8
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