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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 3 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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The story so far: a young successful female office executive steals
from her company and is discovered by a male co-worker who uses this
to blackmail her. He humiliates her by making her wear a sheer dress
to a client dinner, and then go pantiless in the office. She soon
finds herself giving him a blowjob, not knowing that this is only the
beginning of the diabolical plan that he has for her...

Chapter Three (MF, humiliation, oral)

Grace was in the men's room on the second floor of the office.
Royston said that because she was late in her first assignment,
she had to stay behind after office hours to receive her second
assignment. Then, after office hours, Royston told her what was
her next assignment - she was to seduce the office janitor.

And so, old man Chong got a shock of his life when he went to
lock the men's restroom, and found the pretty twenty-four year
old executive standing inside. While she was wearing her business
jacket and skirt, Royston had relieved her of all her underwear
and blouse.

As Royston had instructed her, Grace slowly unbuttoned her
jacket, while talking to the sixty-something year old janitor. He
could hardly believe his eyes seeing this pretty young thing in a
short skirt and high heels in the men's room. She told him that
she needed money urgently, and asked if he was interested in
having her. When he asked exactly what she had in mind, Grace had
to say (and she almost died as the words came out of her mouth)
that she would give him a blowjob for twenty bucks.

The janitor's hands trembled as he took out twenty dollars from
his wallet, as he eyed her fair, naked tits and long legs. He
asked if he could touch her while she was doing it. Grace nodded,
and moved back a few steps as the old man moved close to her,
until her back touched the wall and she could retreat no further.

Submissively, she held her jacket open, her perky breasts
presented like a sacrificial offering. Not bearing to watch her
own humiliating molestation, she looked away. She flinched as she
felt his rough hands squeezing them.  The janitor's fingers
rolled her slick nipples, causing them to stand out.

Then she felt something warm around her left nipple, and realised
that the old man had clamped his gums around her nipple. He began
to suck noisily on her tits.  The janitor was certainly delighted
that this lady, three decades younger than he was, was allowing
him to fondle and suck her nipples before she went down on his
old withered cock.

"Get down," said the old man when he was done with her tits, his
face beaming.

Grace felt herself being pushed downward to her knees. His pants
dropped. She tried to capture his flaccid cock with just her lips
but it kept eluding her so she took it in one hand and sucked and
nibbled on the end. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was trying
to imagine herself with her boyfriend.

She sucked earnestly, despite the disgusting odour emanating from
his crotch and the foul taste of his prick, eager to get it over
with. He was fucking her face, jerking her head back and forth,
as he enjoyed the sight and feeling of this young heavenly
creature on her knees before him, her mouth and throat working on
his ancient erection.

Finally with a lurch, the old man jammed his cock down her
throat, almost choking her. Almost immediately he  started to
cum. Gobs of cum splattered against the roof of her mouth, more
than what Grace thought the old man had in his wrinkled scrotum
that was possible. Royston watched this in his office, courtesy
of the secret video camera he had installed in the restroom. He
laughed when he saw the old janitor take out his wallet and stuff
a twenty dollar note in the girl's hand, while she seemed more
concerned with getting rid of the contents in her mouth.

Grace returned to Royston's office. Tilting her head back
slightly, she opened her mouth, showing him the old man's cum in
it.

"Oh good.. now you have twenty dollars in your hand Grace for one
blow-job. Hehe... Tell you what: swallow it and it'll count for
another hundred dollars off your debt."

Grace hesitated, but finally swallowed the gross stuff, almost
retching in the process. She could not believe how low she had
become.  Royston laughed, and congratulated her for doing her
assignment satisfactorily this time.

**

It was Thursday afternoon, and Royston drove Grace to Joe's
photo-studio, a decrepit looking building which looked like a
warehouse. Upon going inside, it turned out to be quite well
furnished. Behind the reception counter sat a young lady whom
Grace presumed was the receptionist - probably about her own age,
with her blonde hair pulled back, mascara and red lipstick. She
was quite stunning really for a receptionist; Grace thought she
could have been one of the models. The receptionist barely
registered their presence, continuing to file her beautifully
manicured nails. "Go on in.... he's waiting" she said, barely
looking up. "Thanks Nat.." Royston replied, ushering Grace in.

Indeed, Nakamori was already in the studio waiting, smoking a
cigar.

"Well, it's good to see you again my dear Grace." he said,
smiling as he flicked the ash from his cigar.

"Thank you sir. " Grace replied politely. She felt a little
intimidated by the way Nakamori's deep piercing eyes seem to see
through her, and everything else.

After a brief introduction to Joe, the photographer - a short
wiry man in his late thirties - Royston handed Grace a lilac
bikini.

"Change into this. We'll be doing a promotional shoot for this
line of swimwear that Nakamori-san is launching this whole week.
Do this well, and you'll be paid ten grand for just a week's
work," Royston said.

"Ten grand?" Grace's mouth fell open.

Royston replied "Yes, but make sure you follow EVERYTHING that he
asks you to do. I'm going back to the office now. If I hear
anything about you not being cooperative, you know what I'm going
to do." Grace nodded and made her way to the changing room.

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