Netori King: I Will NTR Everyone!

"W-What are you talking about...? I-I am an Iron rank, you can't force me..." she stammered, hoping to stop whatever I was planning.

But my next words made her shiver.

"...Edward Henderson," I said. As soon as she heard that name, her shoulders slumped in realization. I took out my phone and started reading, "A 50 year-old salaryman, works at a car dealership as a small dealer, has a beautiful wife and a 27 year-old daughter..." I locked the phone and looked at her.

"You know who I'm talking about, right? After all, he is your father."

She was frozen, unable to speak.

"I have to admit, I'm really surprised that your father still works even though his daughter is a secret undercover agent."

Kiara's eyes widened in shock, her voice trembling. "H-How do you know that I am a secret agent? No, no, when did you find out my real identity?"

"I leaned back, enjoying her reaction. "A long time ago... But, let's not talk about those shits, right?" I said...

"Where was I... right, your family. What a lovely family, huh? A caring man, working hard to provide for his dear ones," I said with a smile...

"I wonder who would take care of his family if one day he suddenly went missing?" I asked, my voice cold and emotionless.

"But who cares, right? You are still there..."

I made sure to keep my attitude carefree while blackmailing her.

I wanted to show her that I wouldn't care if anything happened to her family.

I could see her breathing slow down...

The tension in the room was growing.

I made sure my expressions and tone matched that of a blackmailer.

I need to make sure she completely believes me.

I was confident she would, considering I had the money, influence, and enough people to act on my orders.

"But, still..... I really am worried thinking about who would take care of your mom if what I said comes true."

Time seemed to freeze, and silent tears started dripping onto the floor beneath her.

"Hey, I also heard that you have a fianc..."

When she heard the word "fianc," her expression immediately became more serious, though tears still streaked her face.

"What do you"

I cut her off mid-sentence, saying, "Good, wait a bit."

Kiara's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion as I reached into my desk cupboard and pulled out a revealing raver dress, tossing it at her feet.

"What do you want me to do?" she demanded, her voice shaky.

"Go change into that dress," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She picked up the dress, holding it up and examining it with disbelief. "This dress is too short," she protested, her eyes pleading for leniency.

I ignored her words and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "No chitchat, Kiara. Just do what I say... or your family, no your fiance..."

Her face paled, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded slowly. Clutching the dress, she turned and walked towards the small restroom adjacent to my office.

The door clicked shut behind her, and I waited, my eyes never leaving the door.

A few minutes later, Kiara emerged, her face flushed with embarrassment as she adjusted the hem of the too-short dress.

I surveyed her coldly, my expression giving nothing away. "Wow, Damn, you look so sexy," I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. "Now, should I start the foreplay?"

She swallowed hard, her eyes reflecting a mix of fear and anger, but she remained silent, waiting for my next command.

"Come closer and take off your top," I urged, drawing her nearer.

As she removed her tight tube top, revealing her firm boobs, I began to play with her nipples to stimulate her.

Taking her hand, I guided it to my crotch.

She understood and started rubbing me, mimicking what I had seen before.

Unlike the any other time, I intended to follow through and not end up unsatisfied.

She looked up at me and asked, "If I do this, you'll let me go, right?"

Just ten minutes ago, I would have been satisfied with a hand job from this attractive, sexy bitch. But now, I saw many other things I could do with her.

"We can discuss that later. First, take off those sexy shorts and turn around. I want to see your ass," I said, coming up with more ideas every second.

Realizing she had no choice, she pulled down her shorts and turned around. I grabbed her head and pushed it forward to get a good look at her ass and the small thong she was wearing. Then, I used my hands to turn her around again and push her down.

She understood my signal and knelt in front of my erect penis. She sat there on her knees, looking down with a defeated expression but not moving. I looked at her and said, "Take my pants off, slut."

This seemed to snapped her back to reality She looked up at me with anger in her eyes and said, "I am not slut."

I smirked and gestured towards her revealing outfit, "You are now. Either you take off my pants and underwear like a good... or you know what will happen if you don't."

I could tell she wasn't used to being intimate, especially with someone younger than her.

She hesitantly reached out and undid my pants, pulling them down as a tear rolled down her cheek.

I chuckled when she saw my arousal and she hesitantly reached out and grabbed it. "You know what to do, so no more talking."

As she began to stroke it slowly, she looked up at me and said, "Please don't call me that."

"Shut up!" I commanded her.

I chuckled as I grabbed her face and forced it onto my cock.

I moaned as her tongue swirled around the tip, indicating she had experience.

I held her head down roughly, causing her to gag before saying, "You're a hot little cock-sucking slut, you know..."

I grabbed her hair and yanked her off my penis, demanding, "Admit you're my slut, ask to be my little slut!" She remained silent, so I pulled her hair harder and threatened, "If you don't want to be my slut, your family will suffer... it's your choice."

She looked at me with anger and asked, "Can I be your slut?"

"Yes, ofcourse, not only slut but also my personal cumpot." I said.

I smirked and pushed her face towards my balls, which were sweaty due to the hot and humid weather.

I lifted them up and shoved her face lower, enjoying her discomfort.

"Lick my balls like the filthy little whore you are," I commanded, my voice dripping with malice as I relished in pushing her boundaries. I could see the disgust in her eyes, but it only served to fuel my horniness.

Her hot little tongue felt like heaven as it massaged my sensitive balls, and I groaned with pleasure.

Once I was satisfied that every inch of my balls had been thoroughly licked clean, I pulled her up to her feet and began to slide her thong down her legs.

She resisted at first, but her feeble attempts were no match for my strength.

I could feel her wetness against my fingertips, and I knew that at least part of her was enjoying this degrading encounter.

I used my appraisal skill on her again and checked the horny meter, seeing it had risen to 45%.

Hmm, it's increasing just as I expected. If I keep going like this, she'll break in no time.

"Look at you, soaking wet and ready to be used like the dirty little slut," I sneered, taking pride in the blush that spread across her cheeks as she realized I had noticed her arousal.

"Here's what's going to happen, Kiara," I began, my voice dripping with malice. "You're going to sit on my cock, facing me, and ride it up and down as I explain our agreement. Once I've cum all over your face, you'll be free to go... for today."

The look of shock on her face when I ended with 'for today' was beyond words. It was the perfect mixture of fear, disgust, and arousal, and it only served to make me harder. I couldn't wait to see what other limits I could push her to break.

I sat up in the chair in the office, the tension between Kiara and me thick in the air. She stared at me from across the room, her eyes a mix of defiance and fear.

"What? Are you really that surprised?" I asked coldly. "Did you honestly think I'd let you go after you threatened me?"

Kiara's face twisted with disgust. "But, you"

"Never. Ever," I cut her off sharply. "Come here. Don't waste my time."

She hesitated, her feet stuck to the floor. My patience was running out. "Alright then," I said menacingly, "your family is gone."

I reached for the office phone on the table. As soon as my fingers touched it, Kiara's fear won out. She rushed towards me, no longer able to hold back.

Kiara hesitantly climbed onto my lap, her heart pounding in her chest as she straddled me. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and I knew she was already wet with anticipation. I smirked, enjoying the power dynamic between us.

"Good girl," I purred, running my hands up her thighs and gripping her hips. "Now, let's get down to business."