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Sex Slave Sally
(Anna Mann)

"You are a good girl Sally." he had said one afternoon. The heat had driven most customers into the shade and they had been alone for almost twenty minutes. Like a furnace the metal sheets had heated the air inside the shop until Sally's top was literally plastered to her skin. The shape of her breasts was clear to see, her areola dark shadows behind the clinging fabric.

"You are a good girl now, but from what I have seen it has not always been that way."

Instantly her heart sunk, he knew, her past had caught up with her again, and quickly. 

From what he has seen! She knew exactly what he'd seen, her lying naked on a hotel bed with a courgette buried in her naive cunt.

"I have to admit I was very surprised, I might even say shocked."

Sally lowered her eyes and sighed, so often it started that way.

"I'm sure that the customers would be as shocked as myself if they knew your past," he continued, "It would be terrible if those photographs leaked, if everyone knew... then I think I might have to let you go? it wouldn't be good for business having a girl like you working here."

So the easiest thing for him to do is forget that he saw my photos.

"But I think there is a way that we can ensure that the good name of my shop is maintained, and you can also be spared embarrassment."

Suddenly Sally understood, and felt her stomach ball into a knot.

Sally had gasped. He was blackmailing her in the most ridiculous way, he was threatening to reveal her secret, and at the same time stating that if her secret was revealed it would damage his business so badly that he would be forced to fire her.

Bhavesh hopped off his stool and walked toward the back of the shop, steering a path between high stacked shelves. "Don't be shy." he called as he turned and grinned.

What do I do? Sally asked herself, she was in an incredibly difficult position, pay day wasn't for another two weeks. She was broke with just a few shillings to her name, just enough to scrape through until the Indian grudgingly gave her a pittance, just sufficient to keep her alive but desperate for another month.

"I always thought you were such a quiet girl," he said as she slowly approached after locking the till. "I was convinced you were shy and innocent? but it seems I was wrong," he chuckled as he began to unzip his pants, "Now I know the real you, now I know what a dirty slut you are? so suck me off Sally, show me how skilled you are. Then after we might share a Tusker, I think you'll know what to do with the empty bottle? just imagine it's a big fat vegetable."

Feeling cheap and utterly defeated Sally had dropped to her knees and sucked the shop owner until he had filled her mouth. After she was appreciative of the beer even though it was warm, the flavour of his cum filled her mouth, the degradation filled her shame. The beer washed the taste away and closing her mind she found it easier to pretend it hadn't happened.

"Do it." he had groaned as he squeezed her tits and teased her erect nipples, "Take the bottle and show me."

Will this thing ever go away she groaned inside as having no other choice she slid the neck between her lips, then eased it slowly inside until her cunt was stretched and tight.

And I hit rock bottom? again.