Blackmail - Page 7

JEMMA · #91 07-11-2018, 09:53 AM

Ted did so, angling himself so he could watch her work. Cooking was nothing he found particularly glamorous, though it had a slightly different look to it when it was a naked girl doing it. He didn't pay attention to what she was cooking, or even how long it was taking her to do so--there was just something erotic about being served in this intimate way.

He was only snapped out of his trance once he realized that she was bringing breakfast to him. She set the table only for him and had a plate full of sausage, eggs, pancakes and toast--all done just the way he liked. When he realized she didn't set a plate for herself, she simply waved him off. "I already ate sir."

The moment of truth came for Ted--he knew he couldn't just simply eat and have her sitting or standing naked before him, he might as well get something out of it. Looking at the girl and debating, he decided on his course of action.

"Alright slut, I want you to get down on your knees and give my balls a tongue bath. Once I'm done with breakfast we'll test how well you can suck cock."

With that he knew he was committed, his relationship with his daughter's best friend could have survived just the way it was until this point, but the line was finally crossed. For her part, Bailey said nothing as she knelt down before him. He stood momentarily, allowing her to pull his boxers off for better access. He knew he'd been rock hard for a while but he'd never seen his cock look so angry and purple with lust. Precum was already oozing from the tip--Ted couldn't remember the last time that had happened by itself. What he found most surprising was that Bailey didn't seem phased by seeing his cock at all.

There was no smile on the girl's face as she nuzzled in between his legs so her tongue could get at his balls--that was the only thing Ted found disappointing about the whole situation; he wished that she had been doing this because she wanted to, not because some creep was forcing them into it. Ted violently shook his head--what was he thinking? He didn't really want Bailey doing this at all. Or did he? Was Ted actually letting his lust take over unabated?

A resounding yes was the answer in Ted's brain as Bailey's wet tongue made it's first contact with his balls. He had completely missed that she managed to move his cock out of the way so she wouldn't brush against it as she positioned herself. He was probably missing a lot of things as he just concentrated on the feeling as the tip of her tongue explored every ridge and every wrinkle of his sac.

Ted spent about 2 minutes with his eyes closed just enjoying the feeling before remembering that he had a breakfast in front of him to eat. A wide grin covered his face the entire time he ate his meal--the girl dutifully did what she was asked and didn't stop for one second. Of course there is only so long a guy having a girl almost nearly thirty years younger licking his balls can go before he wants something more. Setting his fork down he finally looked down at the girl and said, "It's time."

"Shall I do it here, or would you like someplace more comfortable?"

He started shifting himself in the chair, aiming to get up when he felt it--a tightness he hadn't felt since he was a teenager himself. Having her here, naked, tonguing his balls had built up an anticipation he hadn't experienced in decades--Ted found himself hurting from blueballs. He could only muster, "here."

Bailey nodded and licked her lips as she looked over his shaft. Any last chance that this was just a wonderful dream evaporated as her right hand grabbed the base of his cock to steady it. Her lips parted as she leaned forward and the head started to disappear into her teenage mouth.

He wasn't really sure how much head she had given, but he was surprised when she got the whole head inside without actually touching it. Her lips finally made contact with the shaft just past the head--the girl pausing to look up to see Ted staring rather intently at her. The teen let go of his shaft, closed her eyes and leaned in, taking more of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.

JEMMA · #92 07-11-2018, 04:20 PM

Now Ted had never purposefully imagined what it would look like if Bailey were to suck his cock--she was too much like family for that. There were times, however, that in a dream the image came across, and her head in his lap, her perfectly-pink-lip-gloss-covered lips trailing down his shaft looked even better than his dreams ever depicted it.

There was a slight problem though that Ted quickly realized--he'd been so hard for so long that he was bursting to cum. He dug down deep, trying with all his resistance to just enjoy this feeling for what it was, to hold out as long as he could--but when Bailey flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head as she started to withdraw Ted lost any remaining semblance of control and shot the strongest wad of cum into the teen's throat that he had in years.

Bailey was caught slightly off guard by how quickly she had made him cum, but she handled it like a champ, starting to swallow on the second shot, playing catch-up as her mouth still worked the shaft. Ted's hand instinctively reached for the bottom of the chair and he held on, just riding the most powerful orgasm he'd had in decades out.

He didn't keep track of how many shots of cum he had just fed to Bailey, he just knew the ache of both his balls and of a cock that was ready to jump off his body had subsided. Even as he grew soft Bailey kept him just barely inside her mouth, her tongue sliding along the head to gather any remaining cum that hadn't shot out naturally. Finally after a long minute of Ted's breathing heavily, she removed herself from him and stood up.

Still catching his breath, Ted watched as Bailey went to the fridge and started searching through it for something. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised when she came back to the table with a can of the energy drink that Emma and her drank a little too regularly--neither girl needed the extra energy in reality. However, he did betray a look of surprise when after opening it she handed it to him.

"I figure you're not done yet. You have got to keep your energy up."

Ted took the drink from her and glanced at it before finally taking a sip. Reflexively his face cringed as the vile drink hit his tongue. "I don't see how you girls drink this stuff."

"You'll find we're not picky about what we'll put in our stomachs Ted," she said with a wicked grin on her race.

His eyes still ran up and down Bailey's naked form as she stood before him. She was right after all--it was rather weird to think about it, that odd little realization that his cum was in her stomach, slowly being digested by her. His cum, in the stomach of an 18-year-old. The euphoric high he was on was enough to quash the taste of the energy drink as he started gulping it down.

Bailey had started looking around, her eyes darting to the backyard. "You know, it's about the perfect time of day to go out and get a little bit of sun."

"Good idea, you're right, I need a little time to recover anyway." He felt a little pang of guilt. "Sorry about um..."

Bailey started laughing--she knew instantly he was about to apologize for cumming so fast. "I take it as a compliment. Besides, I'm sure once we get you rested you'll last much longer next time."

With a bit of relief he finally finished off the energy drink and stood up. "To the pool then."

Bailey nodded and went over to her backpack and fished out a tube of sunscreen. With a smile on her face she confidently walked out to the pool area.

Ted and Emma's backyard had high enough fences, and enough separation from the neighbors that the only way one could see into it would be via intentionally trying to spy. Bailey had spent enough time swimming in the pool and in the yard in general that she had no worry about privacy. Ted followed her out, watching the swaying of her hips and the wiggle of her ass as she walked. As mad as he wanted to be that he was being blackmailed into doing this to someone who was practically a daughter, a large part of him wanted to thank the blackmailers for the experience.

Once out on the patio she waited for him to sit in one of the lounge chairs. He still had his bathrobe on which alleviated the need for a towel. Looking up he wondered what the girl would do next.

"I take it you'll want sunscreen too?" she asked rather casually. "Would you like to put it on or would you like me to?"

"You can apply it to me Ba--slut," he told her, correcting himself.

"Any particular way?"

"Something sexy, erotic."

Bailey nodded as she stood next to him, pursing her lips as she tried to decide how she could and should fulfil the request. The surprise Ted had that she was still doing this even without the webcam watching subsided as he thought about her experiences with the blackmailers--she had probably done enough that if they felt she didn't do her side of the bargain they'd make her pay. He knew that if the blackmailers had been monitoring what he was watching online, then she still had a few tough challenges ahead of her.

A giant smile appeared on Bailey's face once more as she leaned down, crawling onto the deck chair with Ted, straddling him once more. She sat naked straddling his stomach as she opened the sunscreen tube. Raising the bottle to her face, she turned it upside down and squeezed, covering her tits with the white cream. For just a moment he was confused as she was letting the sunblock pile up instead of spreading it around.

The teen set the tube on his stomach and leaned forward, her plan becoming obvious as she maneuvered her tits to his face. Very carefully she rubbed her breasts against him, trying to keep the lotion away from his very wide eyes. It certainly was erotic in Ted's mind, the girl applying the sunscreen with her soft, supple breasts. The only problem was that the method wasn't practical for long.

After only a minute of rubbing her breasts all over his face she retreated, bringing her hands up to finish spreading the sunscreen over his face. As she leaned back further she scooped the rest off her breasts and started applying it to his neck. The next several minutes were a new experience for Ted as she rubbed the high SPF lotion into his body. Once she got to where she was sitting she stood up and turned around, straddling him a little higher on his chest as she continued rubbing down his body--giving Ted an eyeful of her pussy and the tiny little rosebud of her anus.

Even though the girl was rubbing her hands all over his legs, he only had eyes for the sight in front of him. When she started to crawl off he was a bit disappointed until she moved into a deck chair of her own.

"Would you like me to lotion up myself or would you like the honors."

Ted jumped out of the chair with the speed of a much younger man--there was no way he could turn down the opportunity to rubdown a teenage girl.

For her part, she laughed at his exuberance. "Front first, I'll turn over and you can do the back later."

He wasted no time in bending over the girl, rubbing some cream on her face--that wasn't his real focus though. With her fair skin it was essential that he apply the lotion properly, and yes he made sure to do that. Finally though he reached her breasts and couldn't help but grin. He squirted out a large dollop of sunscreen on each of her nipples; she shivered slightly as even in the heat of the day the lotion had a coolness to it.

His hands reached down to cup her breasts, using his thumbs to spread the protective cream over her nipples first. To no surprise he felt the pink nubs stiffen. Finally Ted had to abandon all pretense and he moved his palms to start rubbing the lotion all over the incredibly soft fleshy orbs. He enjoyed every moment feeling her nipples brush against his hands as he squeezed and toyed with the flesh, but he knew it was time to move on.

As he worked more of the sunscreen into her stomach she had to grab the chair and hold her breath in order to keep from laughing--Ted made a mental note that Bailey was ticklish, not that he'd ever get to exploit it after tonight. He kept on working his way down her body, avoiding her mound for a moment, instead focusing on her inner thigh and her legs. Once more Ted had fun as he got to rub her pussy--even though it was all about protecting her. He didn't even really concentrate on applying coverage properly, he just liked rubbing his hands across one of the more intimate areas of her body.

Ted gave up after about 5 minutes, looking to Bailey a little sheepishly.

"Don't worry Ted, I've never put sunscreen there myself, so it's okay. Go ahead and relax, I'll need more help in thirty minutes or so."

Doing as he was told, he sat back down to watch and to wait. Eventually he closed his eyes for a power nap, figuring that any energy he could recoup would be more than worth it in the end. Instantly he woke up, unaware of how long he was out, but the shock through his system as her tongue once more licked the head of his cock made him more awake than he had been all morning.

"I'm ready for the backside now."

Once more he was happy to honor her request as she laid down naked on her chair. As he got back to rubbing the lotion into her skin he cursed silently under his breath--a sudden wish for a jar of honey dust overcame him.

"What's wrong?" Bailey had evidently heard him.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Like her front half he decided to save the best for last, working her back, arms, and legs first. His path took him back to her perfect little ass. As he started rubbing the lotion onto it he felt the contrast between the soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. Soon he was trailing the greasy sunblock between her cheeks.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling his hands back. Ted looked at his right hand, noticing how greasy it was from the sunscreen. His hands returned to her ass as his left hand spread her left cheek, and his right hand moved along the crevasse of her ass. When his index finger reached the pucker of her asshole Ted froze for a second--before finally applying pressure, forcing his finger to enter her ass.

Bailey let out a noticeable gasp.

Ted, concerned, questioned her. "You Okay??"

She hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, sorry, you just surprised me. I've never had anything in my butt before."

"Okay."

Ted couldn't help but smile--the way she used butt instead of ass. His finger pressed further, sawing into a hole far tighter than he could ever imagine. He went slow, closing his eyes and just embracing the feeling as Bailey's most forbidden hole wrapped tightly around his finger. After pulling out he pushed back in, slowly starting to saw his finger in and out of her ass. He listened as her breathing changed every time he pulled out and every time he sunk back in.

With his eyes closed he started picturing the rest of the day--he knew what the blackmailers would expect, and he knew he might as well get some enjoyment out of it. Finally he pulled his finger completely from her ass and got up to sit back down in his chair. As he got comfortable again, he noticed that his erection had completely returned--sure, it was flirting with growing this entire time, but finger-fucking her ass got him ready.

It was another half-hour before Bailey started to move again.

"I'm going to go for a swim, want to join me?"

Ted thought about it and shook his head. "Nah, I'll just watch for now. But after, we'll need to make sure to take a shower to clean off the chlorine."

Bailey looked at him with a curious gaze, but just smiled and nodded before jumping into the pool. Ted watched her swim--not unlike how he'd watched her swim in this pool before, but never with her naked and him with a raging hard-on. He didn't pay attention to how long she swam, but he could only smile as she came to the edge of the pool and pushed herself up over the lip and climbed out.

"Time to clean up," she declared proudly.

Like when it was time to apply sunscreen, Ted quickly extricated himself from the chair. He followed Bailey into the house, again watching her walk. This was going to be unfamiliar territory for the girl--as far as he knew, she had never been in his bedroom, nor his bathroom.

"Should we grab the laptop?" he asked curiously.

"Would the camera pick up in the bathroom?"

"If we keep the door open and the fans on it should, yes."

Bailey nodded and he moved back to the kitchen to grab the laptop. He followed her upstairs as she went to his room. The girl glanced around before seeing the entrance to his master bathroom. As she stepped in, Ted could see the look of surprise on his face. He never talked about it, but he was well enough off--he made sure that the house and his master bath were comfortable.

The large walk in shower with clear glass windows and multiple shower heads aimed for the body, with a very nice removable massage shower head up top. As Bailey was looking at it, Ted set the laptop down to point at the shower before heading over to the control panel next to the shower. Hitting the button, he set the temperature to a comfortable one hundred five degrees. She jumped as the jets suddenly sprang to life and the fans turned on to help remove any steam buildup.

"Wow, this is a very nice shower Ted."

He shed his bathrobe and motioned for the teen to step in. As she stepped into the water she let out a rather audible hum.

"I wish I had something like this."

The grin that hadn't left his face grew just a little wider as he stepped into the shower behind her. Grabbing a bar of the soap he started to rub it along her back. She raised her shoulders, trying to provide him some easier access, and with his free hand he guided her, turning her to face the spraying jets.

"Mhmm, that does feel good," she cooed.

While none of the streams of water were hitting her erogenous zones, it was close enough to illicit a response from her. He kept on soaping further and further down her back until he reached her ass.

"Alright slut, spread your legs and lean forward."

She didn't hesitate, doing as he asked her--sticking her ass out in the process. As the water from the primary shower head washed the soap down her back he brought the bar to her ass and started rubbing it up and down her crack. As the bar worked against her recently finger-fucked ass, she took a deep breath.

"Please be gentle, this will be a first for me."

If there was any point in the process that Ted was going to feel guilty about the situation, this had to be it. As it was, that tight little hole, just inches from his cock as he lubed it up with the bar of soap was just too much for him--his lust was in control and he was about to get something he'd been dreaming about for a long while.

Ted moved behind Bailey and set the soap bar back on the tray. He reached down to her hips and his hands slipped as he tried to grab on. He let out a little laugh as he grabbed a little more firmly. He moved closer, placing his cockhead against her soaped up asshole. Looking down at the teen, he pushed forward at the same time he pulled on her hips, slipping into her 18-year-old ass.

Bailey let out a cry as he held the head of his cock in her ass. She started to breathe deeply, yet rapidly, using her breathing to try and reduce the pain. Sympathy was lost on Ted for the time being--he finally had done what she asked. He didn't see the girl whose rectum he was invading as a daughter-figure, she was just some girl he had to fuck.

His newfound lust taking control, he pushed further into the teen's ass as she braced herself against the wall. He was pulling her onto his cock as well, but for a moment he thought she might be helping. Pulling out of her ass was followed by pushing in further. He only had one goal--to bury his cock to the hilt in the ass that was tighter than anything he had previously experienced.

JEMMA · #93 07-11-2018, 11:37 PM

Stamina was finally on Ted's side. He was so close that finally he paused with just his head left inside her ass and with all his strength he pushed forward with his hips while pulling her back onto his cock. Her cry was much louder as he buried himself completely in her most private of spots. It was heaven to him, but the cry from her snapped him back to reality.

He didn't want to acknowledge it, and the only way he could think to avoid that was to just hold still in her ass. He knew that anal sex wasn't supposed to be comfortable right out the gate for a woman. He didn't want to stop now that he was inside, but a part of him wanted her to find some enjoyment in this.

An idea struck Ted. Still buried to the hilt he reached up and grabbed the massaging showerhead and set it to pulse mode. His left arm wrapping around her torso, he brought the head down, pointing it at her pussy.

A loud moan of pleasure escaped from Bailey's lips immediately--he definitely found her pressure point. He held the showerhead in place as he pulled out again. The girl's moans of pleasure continued as the showerhead pulsed repeatedly over her clit, driving him wild as he started to actually fuck her ass.

From what he could tell, any pain she was still feeling from being buttfucked gave way to the pleasure she was experiencing. As her breathing became more rapid, so did Ted's thrusting.

"Squeeze my tits," Bailey suddenly yelled out.

Ted was so taken aback by it he stopped fucking and just held her. In his slackening, the showerhead stopped massing her pussy.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

"Point the showerhead back right, start fucking me again and squeeze my tits," she replied through clenched teeth.

He heard the teen loud and clear this time, another loud moan informing him he got his aim right again as he started thrusting into her ass with renewed fervour. His left hand reached up to grab her right breast, fingers pinching the nipple as he felt her shudder beneath him.

"So. Close." she panted.

Ted squeezed her breast a little harder and leaned in as he tried to pick up the pace.

"Cum for me slut, cum from your first assfuck."

He could never be sure whether it was the squeezing, or the dirty talk, or the showerhead itself that did the job--as soon as he said the word 'assfuck' Bailey let out another high pitched cry. It wasn't like the cries of pain, it was something raw, animalistic, followed by more cries as her whole body shook with orgasm.

Ted dropped the showerhead, the rattle as the metal impacted against the marble echoing through the bathroom. Both arms wrapped around the cumming girl, he grabbed and squeezed both her tits as he drove into her ass as rapidly as he could. The undulating of her body, her cries of pleasure, and most importantly her ass seeming to squeeze around him as she came finally set him off as he plunged deep into her ass and felt himself cumming once more, his own loud grunt joining with her moans of pleasure.

After his outburst this morning Ted wasn't sure how much he was really filling her ass with cum, but that didn't matter. His right hand ventured down to her pussy again, trying to find the little nub that the showerhead had done such good work on. Finding it he rubbed it furiously, hoping to extend her own orgasm even as his subsided.

It could have been just seconds, or perhaps it was minutes or even hours, but eventually the two blackmailed lovers came off their respective highs. Pulling out of her they both collapsed to the tiled floor of the shower, catching their breath as the water still cascaded over them.

Ted looked around the shower as Bailey was practically laying in his lap. Besides the pulsing showerhead he noticed the bar of soap had fallen to the floor as well. Grabbing the showerhead and the bar of soap, he started to get a lather going again. Thinking about it for a moment he frowned and set both back down.

"Go ahead and finish showering. I'll be downstairs."

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JEMMA · #94 08-11-2018, 10:07 AM

He began untangling himself even as Bailey looked at him confused. She didn't say anything when he grabbed a towel and started drying off. Standing herself, she watched as he left the bathroom and headed out back to the main part of the house.

When Bailey finally finished showering and headed downstairs, she saw Ted sitting on the couch wearing the bathrobe. Remaining naked, she sat down in front of him on the coffee table once more. "Everything fine?"

Ted nodded slowly to her in response.

"Liar," she teased. "Seriously though, what's wrong?"

He shook his head and looked away from her.

"I feel kind of bad Bailey. I let my lust and desire take over and didn't care if it hurt you."

A look of understanding appeared on her face and she smiled warmly to him. She stood up and moved to sit in his lap.

"Look, I know this is tough for you. It's tough for me too Mr Ho, but to be honest, I'm glad you did."

"Why?"

"Because, it meant that you were doing what I asked, trying to disconnect our having sex from how you view me. You know I consider you a father, and I'm sure you consider me a daughter. There's no way for this to be easy for either of us. But at the same time Mr Ho, I think it's best if we try to make some good of a bad situation. A little enjoyment is at least better than us hating every second of this."

He nodded to her slowly. "How's your ass?"

Another smile crossed Bailey's face. "The truth?"

Another nod from Ted.

"Well, it hurts, and yes, I knew anal was going to be painful. But you know what, I'm glad it was you, who at least had some concern for me, and wanted me to feel pleasure instead of some jerk my age who just thought he deserved the privilege. And to be honest Ted, that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my entire life."

"Is that why you wanted me to grab your tits?"

"Yeah, my boobs are rather sensitive. Some nipple play when I'm close always helps to get me off. I think it's funny though that my best orgasm ever came while being buttfucked." Bailey laughed like a much younger girl at that moment. "Mr Ho, thank you for the best orgasm ever. I hope whatever it is that the blackmailer's expect us to do the rest of the evening will be just as fun." She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "So what's next?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.

"How about a movie?"

She crawled off his lap and went over to the movie library by the TV.

"Get in the recliner Mr Ho."

He got up from the couch and got into the recliner--it was fairly obvious what she planned as she stuck a movie in the blu-ray player and grabbed the remote. Bailey moved to sit in his lap, nuzzling up against his chest.

Ted was confused by her choice of "The Hobbit" as something to watch, but for nearly three hours it was rather nice to just lay there in the chair with her sitting in his lap. His arms remained wrapped around her the entire time, and she occasionally wriggled playfully, but it was just a rather nice, relaxing time.

It was nearly six in the evening when the movie finished. Grabbing the remote Ted turned the TV off and hugged Bailey.

"Hey, would you be able to run home?" he asked the teen.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Oh, I'd just like it if you changed into something really nice. Perhaps maybe a few outfits, you know, something nice, something naughty."

She turned her head to look at him. "Sure, I can do that. How much time?"

Meet me back here at seven, I'm going to go out and get us some dinner.

She climbed off of him and smiled back. "Sounds like a plan. I assume after dinner we're going to finish off whatever it is that we have in store for the rest of the night?"

"We will."

Bailey quickly got dressed, and as much as he thought about staying to watch the process, he too got up and headed upstairs to get dressed himself. By the time Ted came back down Bailey was already gone.

The hour passed quickly. Ted stuck to his word, ordering Chinese food for dinner as well as doing a little bit of grocery shopping. Besides picking up a few of the food items he needed, Ted went to the pharmacy section, grabbing a few boxes of condoms just in case.

He arrived home with about ten minutes to spare, having enough time to set the table for dinner before the doorbell rang. When he opened the door for Bailey his heart wanted to skip a beat--it was as if the teen had read his mind.

Bailey stood in the door in thigh-high stockings, a flirty black skirt, and a white men's dress shirt that wasn't tucked in. Her backpack was with her again, presumably with more clothing. As she passed him entering the house he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he wondered if her panties were missing as well.

She set the backpack down on the couch and moved to the dining room. Dinner was uneventful, neither of them spoke, instead just eating their meal. Without him asking she cleared the table while he went upstairs, grabbing her laptop and plugging it in once more in the dining room. Pointing it to where he was sitting he waited until Bailey finished putting the dishes in the washer. The girl looked over at him as he had everything set up.

"I take it the next round is starting."

Ted nodded. He knew that the blackmailers would want to see this next bit.

"Over my knee slut."

Bailey raised her eyebrows and smirked. She moved to the right side of him and leaned over his legs, her ass pointed right at the webcam on her laptop. Ted reached out with his right hand and moved his hands up and down her stockings before moving his hand up to lift her skirt. He was right, she has no panties!

"You've been naughty today, making me cum after only being in your mouth for a few seconds, cumming while I took your anal virginity. That calls for a spanking."

She remained silent, and he decided to change that as his left arm moved over her back to hold her as his right hand came down and smacked her ass.

She breathed out a little heavier, but failed to make a sound. He enjoyed the feeling of smacking her ass, the slight red mark that appeared for just a second before vanishing. Ted never really spanked Emma, his wife generally took that duty when it came to it and once she died Emma had pretty much outgrown it. He did spank his wife as foreplay when they were younger, and they both enjoyed it--it was probably why he didn't think of it as punishment but as something sexual.

Another smack came down on the pale teenage ass, followed by two more. The last smack finally got a slight yelp out of the teen. He looked at her ass--it was starting to look a little more red, though no hand prints were sticking. He continued his smacking of her ass, six more hits--a yelp with each smack.

He rested his hand on her ass for a moment, just rubbing the soft skin before he raised his hand once more. He delivered eight more smacks, harder and harder every time--the last smack by far the hardest. It was also the smack that got the loudest cry from the teen. He lifted his hand just slightly off her ass, feeling the heat coming off of it before moving to look--the redness was staying with her this time. "That's all. I've always wanted to give you birthday spankings, and now you've had your 18.

As she rolled off of him to stand back up, instead of pain on her face from the spanking she had a large smile. "Well, thank you for the birthday spankings then, though I thought the tradition went the other way."

He laughed and shook his head.

"That's not happening. So, how about you change into something a little more naughty, though keep the stockings and your tennis shoes, and leave your pussy exposed."

She quirked her eyebrows up at him, a little surprised by the last comment but she nodded and went to grab her backpack, heading into one of the back rooms to change. She wanted to surprise him after all.

He looked at the clock, 7:45. He grabbed one of the chairs from his dining room table and set it next to the coffee table. Moving the laptop into place, he turned it to face the chair. He went back to the shopping bag and pulled out the little brown paper bag he had and set it on the coffee table next to the chair.

She came back out and he was floored. She kept with the tennis shoes and the thigh highs, and did exactly what he asked in keeping her pussy bare. For her torso she came out wearing a white corset--something he was a bit surprised she managed by herself until he saw the hint of a zipper on the side. It made the girl's torso even smaller, but left her breasts exposed for him to look at as well.

"Have a seat slut."

She smiled. It was a definite hint that this was more about his enjoyment than hers once more. She sat down in the chair and he motioned again.

"Legs over the arms please."

Once again she obeyed, displaying herself completely to both him and to the camera.

"Alright, this is something they'll be expecting, otherwise I wouldn't ask. I'd like you to masturbate with the object in the bag."

Bailey had a look of curiosity on her face as she reached for the bag. Her eyes went wide as she pulled out the small cucumber. Ted's face reddened as he saw her looking at it.

"Sorry, saw it in a video once and ended up watching it a few dozen times. If they seriously know, they'll be expecting it."

She laughed at his feeble explanation.

"Hon, they've made me do similar stuff, so I can live with it."

She moved the cucumber to her right hand and leaned back in the chair. Closing her eyes, she moved the gourd down her body and started rubbing it along her clit slowly, like she would any typical dildo.

After a few minutes of teasing and toying he could see the cucumber glistening with her wetness. He glanced over to one of the clocks before turning back as she aimed the cucumber at her hole and started pressing in.

He watched intently, leaning forward to watch as it split her pussy lips, giving him a view that he couldn't see normally. She was wasting no time pushing it in and pulling it out. It was just as fascinating to him watching her lips re-close once it left her body.

Just as she pushed it back in again his mobile phone started ringing and he knew the ringtone immediately.

"Fuck!"

JEMMA · #95 09-11-2018, 12:02 AM

Bailey stopped, cucumber embedded in her pussy, and opened her eyes to look up.

"Emma."

Bailey's eyes raised as Ted got up to grab the phone, answering it.

"Hi honey!"

She may have been several feet away at the time, but there was no way that Bailey could have missed that it was her best friend on the line.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!" she yelled through the phone, the sound of a party favour being blown just after.

Ted held the phone far away from his ear so he wouldn't be deafened. Sure that it was safe he brought the phone back and started talking.

"Thank you hon."

He did the only thing he could do as Bailey watched--with his free hand he motioned for her to continue and she couldn't help but smile as she reached down for the cucumber and started working it in and out of her pussy more.

"Yes, Bailey came by and made me breakfast."

"No, it would have been better if you were making it Emma, but she did good otherwise."

"I've just had a lazy day. Some time by the pool, a shower, watched the Hobbit, just finished dinner a few minutes ago."

There was something almost surreal about the situation, talking to his 18-year-old daughter on the phone while her best friend was masturbating with a cucumber just a few feet away from him. He took his seat again to watch her while he continued to talk to Emma. She was doing most of the talking though, telling about her college orientation and the like.

It couldn't be more obvious that Ted wasn't paying as much attention to Emma as he was to Bailey. After about 10 minutes he finally heard some loud noises over the phone.

"Sounds like you have some fun to get to Emma. I'll see you when you get back. Love you."

Emma telling him that she loved him, and wishing happy birthday again and Ted could finally hang up the phone. By this point Bailey was working the cucumber inside her pussy furiously, her left hand rubbing her clit as she started making more noise.

The image of juices completely covering the gourd as well as the contrast of the dark green sliding in and out of her pussy was getting Ted hard again.

"Cum for me slut, cum for me fucking that cucumber."

Bailey took in a very deep breath before crying out as she pushed the cucumber deep inside her and held it, her pussy contracting around it as her second orgasm of the night hit her. He could only be enthralled watching her cum by her own hand this time.

Her juices poured from her pussy, pooling on the chair and some even falling to the carpet--Ted suddenly realized he'd probably have to steam clean the carpet. He never really had to think about cleaning a woman's cum stain from the floor before.

It suddenly seemed funny to Ted that he had this teenage girl gyrating in orgasm just a few feet away from him and he was thinking about how he was going to clean the mess instead of just watching the show. He laughed on the inside but focused back as Bailey came down once more.

Her body was still quivering as he stood up and walked over to her, reaching down to the cucumber that was still embedded deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled it out and brought it up to his face, licking the length of the cucumber to have a taste. He let out a satisfied sigh as he tasted her sweetness, then held the cucumber up to her.

"Taste it," he commanded.

Her hand reached up to his, pulling it to her face to lick it. Her reaction to tasting herself was much more muted.

"It's interesting Ted, but I think I'd rather taste your cum to be honest."

He couldn't help but laugh as he stepped back and sat down.

"There's only one more thing Bailey. Go ahead and go get cleaned up and put on your sexiest lingerie. Call me up when you're ready."

Bailey looked at him curiously and went back for her backpack, heading upstairs. He went back to his shopping bag and pulled out the condoms and the last little surprise he bought at the store and took it upstairs.

She had closed the master bathroom and was once again taking a shower, she knew this was the end so was apparently wanting to do it right. He dimmed the lights in the master bedroom and placed the condom on the nightstand and the last surprise on the bed.

He headed back downstairs to wait. He went for the envelope and grabbed the little blue pill that had been left for him and took it. Sure he was hard now, but he wanted to make sure to do this last opportunity right.

He lost track of time as he waited before he finally heard her voice.

"I'm ready Ted."

He stood up and took a deep breath and smiled, wondering what she was wearing. He climbed the stairs and looked to find her kneeling on his bed wearing only a see-through purple babydoll that barely went down past her hips. There was a little faux fur covering her breasts and along the bottom hemline, but the effect was very sexy on the babygirl before him.

"Wow!"

She giggled at his reaction, seeing that he was already hard. She crawled toward him off the bed and stood, grabbing the box of condoms.

"We don't need this, I have a birth control implant."

He hadn't known, but he had thought. His own daughter similarly had one.

He walked up to the nightstand and instead turned on the iPod that was hooked up to the alarm. The sounds of smooth jazz filled the room as he finally turned toward Bailey and pulled her close into a kiss.

This kiss wasn't like the one that she had given him earlier, this was something much more passionate, like he hadn't given since Emma's mother died. When he finally broke it Bailey was a little stunned, speechless about his actions finally.

"Bailey, the last thing I would like is to make love to you."

"But Ted--"

He raised a finger to shush her.

"Just go with it."

He motioned behind her to the last surprise he had for her, a single red rose. She turned to him and smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

JEMMA · #96 09-11-2018, 12:10 AM

Hitting the switch to shut off the lights, leaving the room bathed only in moonlight, Ted leaned into her and kissed her once more. He knew his bed rather well as he leaned her onto it. His hands reached behind her as her head hit the pillow to untie the babydoll to remove it. Getting the teen naked once more he started kissing down the side of her cheek, down her neck to the top of her breasts.

His left hand drifted to her pussy as his lips kissed down her cleavage before teasing her nipples. The soft gentle kisses and the light rubbing of her pussy were departure from earlier. Ted wasn't too surprised that she was still wet from her recent orgasm as he moved into position. Looking into her eyes he smiled. "I know you were made to do this, but if it had to be anyone, I'm glad I was gifted with this wonderful day."

She beamed brightly at him. "I'm glad it was you too Ted."

He leaned down kissing her again as he lined up his hard cock at her pussy and pushed in. The wetness and the warmth of her love tunnel was a wonderful experience for him as he started thrusting in and out of her.

Ted wasn't kidding, he truly wanted to make love to Bailey and did so, slowly thrusting in and out, enjoying his time inside her. He spent the entire time looking into her eyes, or kissing her. One hand reached up to her breast, the other down to her pussy--she decided that she was going to at least honour this by enjoying it as much as he was.

Neither of them paid attention to how much time had passed, how many songs had played, they genuinely enjoyed their time together as one. When it was finally time Ted held out as long as he could--it wasn't quite simultaneous, but as he started to cum she was able to push herself over the edge. Ted waited until both of them were done before he pulled out and laid beside her.

"Bailey?"

"Yes Ted?"

"Please stay cuddling with me. I know you can leave at midnight, and I expect you to. But again, thank you."

She didn't say anything to him, but she nuzzled alongside him. Her arm across his torso they both fell asleep.

JEMMA · #97 09-11-2018, 09:00 AM

Ted woke up the next morning, quickly looking to the spot last occupied by Bailey. To no surprise but much disappointment he found his bed as empty as it normally was. As he crawled out of bed he had to wonder if it had indeed happened, or if he just dreamt the whole thing. Before he could really think about it he smelled food cooking. Quickly reaching into a drawer he put on a pair of boxers and ran out of his room and down the stairs faster than he had in years.

Arriving in the kitchen he saw Bailey once again cooking breakfast, only this time she was at least wearing a little clothing--one of his button up shirts to be exact. Bailey turned and smiled to a rather dumbstruck Ted.

"Don't tell me they're making you continue?" he asked the girl he spent the prior day fucking six-ways-from-Sunday.

"Not quite," Bailey said still smiling, "sit, we have to talk."

He was used to taking orders from his own daughter, but it had been many years since he took orders from someone he slept with. Ted's curiosity got the best of him and he sat down at the table Bailey had already adorned with food.

Bailey brought the last of the breakfast over, sausages, and put some on both plates before sitting down herself.

"So," Ted said, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Bailey put a finger up to her lips to silence him. "I've got a confession."

Ted maintained his dumbstruck look, but said nothing.

The teenager took several deep breaths before saying, "Ted, you were set up. There is no blackmailer."

His expression didn't change. Ted was very much confused and unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean there's no blackmailer? What about the pictures? What about the video?"

Bailey blushed as she looked right at him. "Well, that's the thing. We made it up. We took the video and the pictures?"

Ted looked a little more concerned. "We?" he asked.

"Emma and me. We set the whole thing up," she replied.

"Emma and you?" Ted was slowly trying to comprehend it all--he took a sip of coffee to try and wake up.

"That's right."

"Explain."

"Well," Bailey said before a quick sip of juice, "it goes like this. Emma and I have been watching you, noticing that you've seemed increasingly lonely. And we've known you weren't getting any."

Ted was about to object but Bailey just held her hand up.

"So we devised a plan to get you some action. Emma had seen your browsing history on your computer and saw you went for college girls, and of course some of the other things we explored yesterday. We didn't want to hook you up with some skank so I volunteered. We've seen how you've glanced at me at times over the years."

It was Ted's turn to blush and attempt to object, but Bailey was on point again in holding her hand up.

"So we decided that you would fuck me, however you wanted. But we had to figure out how to do it, so we decided to concoct the blackmail scheme. My webcam took pictures of me, and some from my phone with Emma's help. A few videos, based off of things that you'd looked up online," she motioned to the dvd that he still hadn't watched, "and figured we could trick you into it. It was the only way to convince you to do it, because we both know you were way to decent to ever do so even if you wanted to."

Ted nodded at the last bit as he sat there stunned listening to the teen's tale.

"So here we are. Your birthday present was set in motion. We made up the letter, put in the pictures and videos and just had to wait, hoping we made it threatening enough that you'd go through with it."

Bailey closed her mouth and looked resolutely at Ted, waiting to see what he had to say.

He had to take another sip of coffee first, digesting what she had just told him. Ted nodded a few times before talking. "Well, you were right that I wouldn't have slept with you if you had just offered yourself to me. I know part of me should be mad that you tricked me into having sex with you."

He paused for a moment, looking his daughter's best friend over in a new light.

"So you knew everything that we were going to do?"

"Yes"

"You knew I'd want to spank you."

"Yup."

"And have you masturbate with the cucumber."

"I suspected as much."

"Even fucking your ass?"

She smiled wickedly at him.

"Oh yes Ted, I knew about that. I had to think about it, knowing that would come up but honestly, if I was going to lose my anal cherry, I wasn't kidding when I said I'd rather it be you than some random guy. At least with you it was something special, that you treated it like the treasure it was."

Ted was floored. He just stared at the teen for a long while before speaking.

"Okay, I know yesterday must not have been the easiest thing for you, and you've definitely awoken feelings I wasn't sure were still there. But I have to ask, what does this mean for the future? Where do we go from here, you're not exactly just my daughter's best friend anymore, are you?"

Bailey smiled very warmly to him once more.

"Well, that depends on you. You've known my body more deeply than any other man has, but of course we could never be together in any serious way."

Ted nodded a bit at this point--she was right of course.

"However," she continued, interrupting his thoughts, "that doesn't mean that until I go away for college we can't have a little fun. Emma's okay with it, she just doesn't want to hear about it, you being her dad and all. But if you want, we can certainly continue exploring each other like we did yesterday."

Ted knew he should say no, he really did, but this girl offering herself to him now was very hard to resist.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

Bailey laughed and stood up from her seat, unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off, once again standing naked in his kitchen. The teen moved around the table and sat in his lap, putting her left arm around him.

JEMMA · #98 10-11-2018, 09:59 AM

Story 9

Everyone at one time or the other has had fantasises/thoughts about one of their teachers. I'm no different to anyone else. I had just had my 18th birthday. I am studying A Levels at college.

My teacher Ms Ong is pretty new and this is her first teaching job. She is no more than 30 years old. She is quite tall with dark black hair which is always tied up in a ponytail.

She has curves in all the right places and it's hard not to imagine things about her.

The college asks all teachers to email assignments to students on a weekly basis.

I was awaiting my assignment from Ms Ong when I received an email. There was no subject like normal which I thought was strange but opened it anyway.

The message on the email was a lot different to normal. No mention of anything to do with the assignment, all it said was 'Hey Dave baby, feeling frisky. Hope you like the pics. XXOOXX'

What's weird about this is that my name is Samuel. I opened the attachments and when they loaded I sat there in shock. It was Ms Ong in a corset with her legs spread laying on a bed. There were about 5 or 6 pics all in different poses.

I laughed to myself realising she had sent these to me by mistake. I couldn't help what I did next. I pulled my trousers down and began to jerk off to the pictures of my teacher.

After a few minutes I blew my load once I cleaned up I printed out a few copies of the pics and went to bed.

The next morning I made sure I got to college early. I made my way to the classroom and Ms Ong was already there writing on the board. She didn't hear me enter as I just stood there watching her.

When she turned around she nearly jumped out of her skin. She asked me what I was doing here so early. "Well Ms Ong, I wanted to bring you my assignment nice and early." I smirked. I placed a folder on her desk and waited for her to open it. Her face froze as she saw copies of the pictures she had sent me.

"How did you get these" she asked me as she closed the folder. "These were the assignment email I received." Silence from her. "Now Miss, there are plenty more copies of these and an email ready to send to all my classmates if you don't do what I say when I say it. Tomorrow you will come to college in the sluttiest outfit you have. If you don't have anything slutty you will go out tonight and buy something."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing and I couldn't believe what I was saying. She nodded and I took the folder back as the other students started entering the class. I sat down and watched her struggle through the rest of the day.

The next morning I got to class along with all the other students as we sat down in our seats. Ms Ong hadn't arrived yet. Had I pushed things too far I wondered and she had called in sick? Just then the door opened and in she walked wearing a long trench coat. It was warm outside so everyone looked a bit bemused.

I looked down at her feet and she was wearing what must have been 6 inch heels which she was struggling to walk in. I could also see bare legs.

She stood behind her desk and slowly, hands shaking, removed her trench coat. As she did this there was a lot of murmuring around the room.

She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, the buttons seemed to be struggling to stay closed. It was slightly see through as I could see her pink bra through it. She had the top 3 buttons undone which showed off a lot of cleavage.

As my gaze lowered, she was wearing a skirt which barely covered anything. She was trying to pull it down as she could feel all eyes on her.

She tried to carry on with the lesson like normal but every time she turned to write on the board, her skirt would raise and everyone could see the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out.

I didn't know what would happen when I suggested this but it was better than expected.

Ms Ong then decided to give everyone a pop quiz to do so we would all be in silence. As she was handing out the papers, I dropped my pencil in front of her. She just looked at me. "Pick it up slowly and lean forward as you do it. Give everyone a nice view."

She looked at me with begging eyes not wanting to do it. "Now." I said tapping the folder in front of me, knowing that she has no choice.

She bent down slowly not bending her knees so the ones looking at her got a nice view down her cleavage and the ones behind got an even better view of her thong covered ass.

She chucked the pen on my table as she got back up and walked back to her desk, sitting down trying to cover herself up.

As the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone handed their papers to her apart from me.

The class now empty, I walked over to her desk and handed her the blank test. She looked it asking me why I hadn't completed it.

"Because you are going to give me an a big star regardless, once you have sucked my cock." She sat there mouth open not sure what to say. "That's good, you are already in position."

I make my way around the back of her desk, unzipping myself in the process and before she has had a chance to realise what it going on, I have grabbed the back of her head and slammed my cock right to the back of her throat.

She grabs hold of the backs of my thighs as she starts to gag. I don't release my hold. She finally adjusts to the feeling but doesn't move. I start to thrust back and forth myself, face fucking her. Her eyes begin to water as I ram to the back of her throat every time.

I grab hold of her hair and pull her head back as I keep fucking her mouth. I can feel myself getting close as I pull out, still holding her head back, I stroke myself and release my load all over her face.

I release my hold on her and zip myself back up as I chuck a tissue at her from her desk and tell her to clean herself up.

I grab my stuff and head to the door as she wipes her faces full of cum. As I am leaving I turn back her. "By the way, this is only the beginning. You will keep dressing like this and servicing me, doing as I say if you don't want those pictures to end up in more wrong hands."

I walk out the door smiling to myself knowing I now have my teacher under my control.

To be continue..... .......

JEMMA · #99 11-11-2018, 10:14 AM

When I got home that night I emailed Ms Ong and told her to come dressed in her normal clothes tomorrow.

The next day I turned up to class like normal wondering if Ms Ong would turn up herself or not. After a few minutes of chatting to the others, the door opened and wearing the long coat again was Ms Ong.

She walked inside and stood by her desk again, removing the coat. She was wearing a dress that fitted her perfectly. It was perfect for a teacher. She was wearing 6 inch heels though so at least she kept something from the day before.

During the lesson I asked Ms Ong over to my desk to answer a question. I whispered to her getting her to confirm she got the email and had kept to it, pointing at the folder while I asked. She nodded.

The rest of the lesson was a blur. I just kept watching her thinking about what I was going to do to her next. She kept catching a glimpse of me just staring at her and every time I would give her a wry smile. She would then look away quickly and carry on with the lesson, trying not to let it bother her.

At the end of the class everyone left and I stayed behind again. I walked over to the door and locked it and then walked back over to my desk. I could feel her eyes following me but not saying a word.

I sat on the edge of my desk, locking eyes with hers. "Stand up and remove the dress." She hesitated for a minute but then started moving. She stood up and walked to the front of her desk. She started to unzip the dress, letting it fall off her shoulders but holding it in place not wanting to let it go.

She dropped it to the floor but tried to still cover herself.

I caught a glimpse of her pink panties as she tried to cover herself. "Remove your underwear." I told her sternly. She reached one hand into the waistband of her panties and slid them slowly down her thighs and off. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She was still trying to cover herself with her arms. I walked over to the underwear on the floor, picked them up and placed them in my pocket then walked back to my desk.

"Now sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs for me." Again she followed orders after some hesitation. "Now I want you to get yourself off, right here right now, whatever means necessary."

Her faced dropped. "You can't be serious." She said but she knows I am deadly serious and knows I have the hold over her. She slowly reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her clit with her fingers.

She lets out a slight moan as the feeling begins to intensify. She forgets where she is as her body takes over. Her head rolling back, free hand rubbing her breasts. Her fingers are now working in and out of her wet pussy as I take out my phone and start filming her.

She is really going at it now, 2 fingers deep inside her pussy, playing with her own tits.

There is a puddle of cum underneath her. She had really creamed herself.

After a while she bites her lip so as not to make any noise and her body begins to shudder. I walk up to her while she is in the middle of her orgasm, I take her free hand and wrap it around my cock as she starts stroking me fast.

I can feel myself getting close as I pull her head towards my cock. She takes me in her mouth and after a while I release my load down the back of her throat.

I hold her head in place until she swallows the whole lot.

I pull out of her mouth and wipe my cock clean on her dress.

"Now clean up this mess that you have made."

I pull her hair leading her off the desk and push her face down towards the cum puddle in the desk. She knows she has no choice and sticks her tongue out and begins licking it all up.

After a few minutes she has managed to clean the whole lot of cum from the desk. She is curled on the floor crying and disgusted.

I zip myself up and head out the door without saying a word.

I am at my Triumphant of the day.... ......

JEMMA · #**100** 11-11-2018, 10:24 AM

The next day when I got to class, I decided to act like normal and not remind Ms Ong about anything.

At the end of class I even left with the other students. What she didn't know was I was waiting outside peeping through the small glass window.

I saw her pile up some papers into her arms and head into the cupboard the back of the room.

This is when I decided to make my next move. Walking through the room quietly locking the door behind me, I stepped into the cupboard and closed the door behind me, turning the lock.

She turned around, startled. "Did you think yesterday was the end of it? I don't think so some how. Only I say when it is finished."

As I started walking towards her, she was trying to back away but all she did was step back against the filing cabinets.

She put her arms up to try and stop me. I grabbed both of them and turned her around, holding her hands tightly against the cabinet.

She was wearing a skirt luckily for me even though it was quite long, below her knees.

I managed to grab hold of enough of it to lift it up and over her ass cheeks, tucking the hem into the waistband.

This revealed her thong panties. Clearly she enjoys wearing these even normally. Her ass now exposed, still pinning her hands against the cabinet, I reach down and undo my trousers as I manoeuvre them to the floor along with my boxers. My already rock hard 8 inch cock springs to attention.

I move her thong to the side exposing her pink puffy lips. She is begging me not to do this but I ignore her pleas. I line the head up against her slit and slowly push forward until all 8 inches is inside her.

She gasps as her pussy tries to adjust to the size. I hold it there in place for a few seconds before I pull back so just the head is inside her now.

I thrust forward hard and fast causing her to jerk forward against the cabinet. I pull back yet again with just the head inside and repeat this manoeuvre until I feel her pussy begin to relax.

I then speed up the thrusts, back and forth, filling her completely. With my other free hand I yank her hair back and lean into her ear. I whisper to her "Beg me to fuck you harder." She refuses to say anything so I yank her hair back even more. "Do it" I say.

"Please fuck me hard. I want to be filled by your hard cock." I can tell she hated herself for saying it but I fuck her harder anyway.

Ramming back and forth I let go of her hair and grab her hips with my one hand, not wanting to release her hands just in case.

I look down at her sweet pert ass and decide I have to have some of that. I move my hand towards her hole and rest my thumb against it. She jerks and gasps, begging me not to do this, saying she will do anything but that.

I ignore her pleas and slowly start pushing my thumb into her tight asshole. I now have it fully in up to the knuckle as I start twisting and teasing her like this.

Her ass tenses around my thumb with every movement, trying to force it out. I pull it out quickly at the same time pulling my cock out her pussy.

In one swift moment my cock head is resting against her asshole. I slowly start to push forward as she tenses. I'm too strong for her and inch by inch I am experiencing the best feeling of my teachers anal nub.

I finally have all 8 inches inside her ass as I hold it there in place letting her adjust to the size.

Tears are now streaming down her cheeks as I grab hold of her hips and start to fuck her ass.

I start off slowly but then speed up my thrusts. I am now fucking her ass hard and fast. "Well you begged me to fuck you hard, you just didn't say where!"

My balls now slapping against her pussy as I can feel myself getting close. Harder and faster, slapping her ass cheeks with every thrust.

One more thrust and I release my load deep into her ass, filling her.

I hold my position as I let the orgasm pass.

I finally release myself, tidying myself up. "Now we are finished." As I chuck the folder on the floor and leave her on the floor,..... ... in tears.

I feel So Triumphant!!!

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JEMMA · #**101** 12-11-2018, 09:48 AM

Story TEN

Here is a story about a girl being blackmailed finding herself awakening to the thrill of being forced into exhibitionism. It might be a bit slow to start but I'm editing the second chapter now. Future chapters will contain BDSM themes and more cruelty.
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As the video ended, Amber was left staring at her desktop background. Her mouth was almost agape in shock and her eyes filled with a frantic terror that made her pupils almost seem to twitch. The DVD case had been in her mailbox when she got home. The only identifier it had, were the words ‘Watch Me’ written on the disc.

At first Amber had thought it was some sort of marketing campaign or perhaps a prank, either way her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she’d thrown it into her laptop. The video was in black and white and showed a dimly lit room, some sort of office, Amber thought. Even if it was black and white the quality of the recording was still good. Amber felt like she recognised it, was it the office of one of her professors? She just about made out the name, written backwards, on the glass door and her heart skipped a beat as the bottom of her stomach fell away. At that moment she watched the door open as a figure quickly slid into the room. She knew what she was watching now as the exact details flooded back to her memory with crystal clarity.

The girl on the screen was Amber herself, from almost a year ago. She had snuck into one of the professors offices and stolen the answers to an upcoming exam for the end of last year. It had been one of the most shameful things she had ever done in her opinion and she cursed herself for it over and over for all of the next year. She had even worked harder from then on to try and make herself feel like she deserved to be here. What had driven her to cheat was the professor of that class. His lectures were almost indecipherable and the notes he sent out weren’t much better, she really couldn’t understand how everyone else was keeping up. She had gone to talk to him about her concerns and struggles and he’d just accused her of not being smart enough and spending too much time flirting with boys! His sexist and despicable character had infuriated her to the point where she had resorted to doing something so reprehensible. She was on track for a first excluding his class and wasn’t going to let someone like that get in her way.

She paused the video on a shot of her face and tried to assess whether it was possible for anyone else to tell who it was. She knew she had done what the video showed, but maybe the video wouldn’t make it clear it was her, she hoped. It was no good though, the camera wasn’t some old CCTV footage, it was high definition, albeit in black and white. Amber’s smouldering doe eyed gaze, long wavy hair and curvaceous figure where not a common combination and were all discernible from the footage. She had a look that would easily be put into people’s memory and was distinct enough that she doubted there would be any uncertainty. She was even wearing a hoodie, with a logo that was visible in the footage, from a trip she’d gone on with the dance society. Only about thirty of them had gone so picking her out of that crowd would be a simple task.

She took a breath and un-paused the video and watched it to the end as she wondered who had sent this and why. When she had first realised what the video was she had immediately thought that it was sent by the professor or the college, that they knew she had cheated and she was going to get expelled. She quickly realised how ridiculous this was though as there was no way they’d send her a video in this way if that was the case. This was a much more shady way of doing things, a way that made sure she had no idea who had the video. She bit her bottom lip as the word ‘blackmail’ popped into her mind. It wasn’t like she was wealthy though, so it’s not like they could be thinking to extort her for money could they?

The screen went black after showing Amber leaving with the paper she had taken from the desk drawer. She thought the video was over until words popped up on the screen.

'Recreate the following picture and email it to the address below. Keep your face visible.
[email protected]’

The photo popped up after she’d just finished reading and Amber felt a wave of fear twist her gut. The picture was of a woman standing naked, staring at the camera, her hands above her head lifting her hair off her shoulders and her feet shoulder width apart. So this was what they wanted then, she thought solemnly as more words flashed up on the screen.

'You have until midnight on the 23rd before I email the video to all your professors'

She glanced at the date in the bottom right, it was the 23rd today; she didn’t have much time to think about this. She was surprised that she was thinking about this.

She’d never taken pictures or had pictures taken of her naked before, not even for past boyfriends. It was always something she’d disliked the idea of, the fact that they could keep looking at them after they broke up, or share them with friends behind her back it made her feel… odd for a lack of a better word. A strange nervous sensation as if they’d have something of hers that made her cheeks flush and stomach twist at the thought of it. She didn’t even really let many people see her fully naked, preferring to be under the covers or have the lights off.

She felt much more comfortable having control over who could see her naked. But this was completely the opposite, she didn’t even know who she was sending the photos too, let alone what they might do with them. She immediately went to her email and sent a message in anger.

'Who is this?! You can’t expect me to send a picture like that without knowing anything about you. How can I be sure you won’t send the video anyway?’

She had forced herself to delete the insulting remarks and name calling she’d written initially. Pissing them off seemed like a bad idea.

She spent the evening worrying herself stupid as she re-watched the video, re-read the message, stared at the picture and refreshed her inbox as she futilely tried to think of a way around it. It was 11:30 when she got a reply. It was a screen shot. A picture of a composed message the ‘To’ line had a list of emails that she recognised as her professor’s and even her parent’s and a couple of friend’s.

The message had a video file attached, Amber’s full name and shockingly a couple of pictures of Amber naked that appeared to be on some amateur porn site by the looks of it. She blinked, they were clearly fake.

Well, clearly to Amber as she knew what her own body looked like, especially as she’d stripped a few times tonight and stared at herself in the mirror as she had almost given in. Her large breasts still had a perky fullness of youth to them, emphasised by the way her nipples pointed slightly up, she had a tight, toned midriff and wide hips that gave her an hourglass shape. Her long legs were also toned in a way that left a small gap between the top of her thighs when she closed her legs. Her flat stomach sloped down to the small bump of her mound hidden by a light thatch of trimmed blonde hair over her nether region and her skin was pale and smooth without any blemishes or even freckles to speak of other than a small pink birthmark on her hip that was almost in the shape of a heart.

The pictures in the email were not her. But that didn’t mean the people receiving them would know that. And the video wouldn’t help her credibility if she tried to claim they were fake. She grit her teeth and let out her held breath, she knew she had to stop this email being sent and she knew she was prepared to take the photo to do so.

Amber felt her heart rate rising as she stripped again, got out her phone and figured out a way to balance it to get the right angle and set up a timer to take a photo. She swallowed nervously and walked over to where the photo would be and stood in the position she had already memorised, having stared at it enough tonight already. She did her best to blank out any thoughts from her mind and keep her body from trembling as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her legs slightly apart, her hands holding up her hair behind her head, facing the camera she waited until she heard the click. She looked at the photo for a moment. Her entire body was on display, the way she raised her arms lifted her large breasts and with her legs spread the hints of her folds below were visible. She didn’t look at it for any longer than necessary or think too much about it as it was already making her stomach flip as she felt adrenaline tremble her hands.

Worryingly taking the photo had sent a sensation between her legs that she had no desire for right now. Her mind had imagined the scenario of her picture being spread around online and all the men who’d lust after her body and shockingly she’d been excited by it. She wondered silently if it was wrong to feel that way, before pushing such thoughts from her mind.

She had little time to think about the ramifications of her body’s reaction as she plugged her phone into her computer and an error message popped up. Crap. She had to restart her laptop to get it to work, this had happened to her before and it seemed to be the way to fix it. She looked at the clock, fifteen minutes left. She threw on her dressing gown as she waited for the laptop to restart. When it did everything seemed to be ridiculously slow, just as she was about to open Chrome the screen went black. She stared at the screen in wide eyed panic before realising that the battery had died.

“Shit!"

She had unplugged it earlier and had forgotten about the battery, her mind preoccupied. She struggled to get the charger plugged in, her hands shaking as her heart raced. It took a minute before she could turn on the computer and when she clicked on Chrome again she only had a couple minutes left. She hoped she wasn’t too late. She had thought about trying to make the birthmark less obvious, or something to give her a chance to deny it was he, but there was no time.

'Promise me you won’t send the video now and please don’t show this photo to anyone else.’

She attached the image, the words she’d added were pointless, she knew that, but she had to write them for her own sanity. She double checked the email address was right and pressed send with barely more than a minute to spare.

She sat there for the next few minutes hitting refresh to see if she got a reply. Her own email address had been in the ‘To’ line of the screenshot so if he did send the video out she would know. The thought of him attaching the picture she just sent and sending it anyway flashed through her mind.

Maybe this was a mistake… But the picture of her naked would just be a small addition to the pain caused by that email. She would do anything to stop that video being seen and the fake photos of her naked had been fairly convincing anyway. Should she email her professors first and try to control the story? What could she say? She didn’t have long to think about that though before a new message arrived in reply.

'Be at home at 17:00 tomorrow and check your email.’

Amber swallowed. She knew it wouldn’t be over just like that. How long would he hold this over her head though? She sent several messages over the next hour or so wanting answers to multiple questions.

'What was he going to do with that photo

Would he really not send the video even if she did what he said?

'How long would this go on for?‘

All were met with no reply. Eventually giving up she threw herself into bed and screamed into her pillow as she struggled to get to sleep. She found her hand moving between her legs though and convinced herself that at least she could block out the worry with something more carnal. She told herself it was nothing to do with the events that had just unfolded. As she touched herself her mind wandered looking for fantasies, those of being under someone’s control came to mind, as she pushed that away she found herself imagining herself as some sort of sex symbol, pictures of her naked bewitching men into a frenzied desire for her.

Shamefully she climaxed to the fantasy of the man who had forced her to send the image actually being a ‘Fabio’ type hunk who wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a romance novel and who would reveal that he really just wanted to worship her. She took solace in the fact that nobody could read her mind and that her fantasies were her own as she slipped into sleep with a slither of shame filling her heart.

JEMMA · #**102** 12-11-2018, 10:11 AM

She floated through classes the next day. She’d felt like skipping them, but she had worked too hard to get where she was to let herself and what good would it be to fail classes and drag her grade down after what she’d done to protect it. She had raked up considerable debt over the last couple of years putting herself through college, so getting kicked out with nothing to show for it was something she couldn’t accept. That video would cost her years of her life; wasted studying for something she never got and struggling to earn money to pay back the loan she took out for the privilege to do so. So it was no surprise she’d done something like taking that photo to stop it getting out, she told herself.

She looked around suspiciously, paranoid that somehow people would have seen the image and she’d be treated differently. She looked out for anyone looking at her weirdly, maybe the video was sent by someone she knew. By the time she got home she had come to the decision that she would tell the stranger that it was over after tonight and she wanted to meet him and for him to hand over the master copy of the video, meeting him would actually make her more comfortable she had decided, at least then she’d know who had that picture. Even if she knew he wouldn’t actually had the video over just like that.

It was a few minutes to 17:00 when she got home and an email had just come through from the email address that contained the words that still made her cringe, ‘sluttyamber’. She wasn’t a slut. She read the message.

'Send a text to the following number before 17:05.’

A number was written below.

She had been expecting something more unreasonable. She’d just be giving him her phone number, that didn’t sound too bad. She waited until around 17:03 before sending the message, no reason to rush.

'Hello?’ She texted.

A reply came soon after.

'Check your email again.’

She sighed in frustration as she did so.

‘Download the app in the picture below and add my number as the admin. You’ve got five minutes’

The picture was of an apps website. She googled the app name and saw articles about it being designed for parents to check up on their children, know where they are and such. She didn’t have much time to look into more than that, but did notice warnings about not getting tricked into downloading it. She wasn’t really being tricked, so much as blackmailed. So he would know where she was whenever she had her phone on her? There were worse things… like him sending the video out to her professors.

She did as he said again. Typing his number in and hitting enter, then okay as a message asking if the number was correct came up. A message saying password sent to admin popped up and a picture of a padlock flashed on her screen before the app closed and the icon disappeared from her phone. She sighed guessing that meant he had some control over it now; there wasn’t really anything on her phone she was afraid of him seeing. She looked at the clock, she was at the deadline and her eyes widened as she imagined him sending the email.

'It’s done!’

She quickly text him, followed by another message.

‘You can’t keep me following your demands forever, just tell me what you want and end this.’

Her phone rang. The number was the one she’d just text. She hesitated for a few rings before she answered and brought the phone to her ear.

“…Hello?”
Amber said coldly after a moment of pause.

The voice that replied was distorted slightly, enough that it wouldn’t be easy to recognise, but not so much that it wasn’t still possible to hear the tone and pitch. It was a man that replied and he had a voice full of confidence and the hint of an accent she couldn’t place, maybe it was just the distortion.

“Hello Amber.”
The voice was too loud, as if loud speaker was switched on. Amber flinched and pulled the phone away from her ear to check the screen. Not only was the loud speaker on but the call was apparently a video chat, she thought she had to accept that separately from a normal call… Maybe something to do with the app she installed? The video feed she had in return was just a black screen.

“Ah, there you are.”
He said as she inadvertently brought her face into view when looking at the screen.

She quickly covered the camera with her thumb.
“What- Who are you and what do you want?”

She said angrily.

“First uncover the camera and put the phone down where I can see you and your room properly. Perhaps where you had it when you took the photo for me yesterday?”

She grit her teeth and did as he said.

“How do I know that doing what you say will stop you sending the video?”

“You don’t. Sit on the bed Amber.”

She stood still for a moment before moving to obey.

“Then why should I do what you say without any guarantee.”

“Because you don’t have a choice. Don’t pretend you are the victim here, you were the one who decided to break the law.”

Amber flinched.
“Break the law is a bit harsh… I mean I know I-“

He interrupted her.

“You think stealing isn’t breaking the law? Getting kicked out will be the least of it, a criminal record as a thief will make working the register at a fast food joint an unreachable aspiration for you if you don’t do as I say.”

She remained silent, her fists clenched in her lap as she stared down at her feet. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of it being a criminal act, but she couldn’t convince herself that he was definitely wrong. She cursed herself for being such an idiot. She wouldn’t just loose the last couple of years and have to struggle to pay the debt back, paying the debt back would be an impossible task, her life would be ruined! She thought to herself pitifully.

“Now, to start with why don’t you take off your clothes?”

Amber looked up at the camera in horror.
“I- You’re going to make me strip again? You’ve already seen me naked… besides I don’t even know who it is I’m stripping for, who are you?”

“Strip and then I’ll tell you.”

Amber took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly as she calmed her pulse. The adrenaline was flooding through her again and she couldn’t help but remember the night before when she’d fantasised about being controlled. It had felt different in her fantasy though, it was control she had allowed, this was control that had been taken. Even if her body reacted against her wishes, logically she knew this was a dangerous situation and whilst fairly harmless at the moment…

“I’m getting bored. If you’re just going to bore me Amber then I’ll send the email and be done with this.”

“No, wait!”

She bit her bottom lip and started to slowly unbutton her top. He’d already seen her naked after all. She took her time, not in a sexy drawing it out way, just in a methodical slow paced style. She was just delaying the inevitable though. She hesitated when she was down to her underwear, a white bra and a powder pink pair of briefs. As she slipped off her panties she kept her legs pressed together and sat back down, leaning forward to protect her modesty. She removed her bra one handed keeping her other arm across her chest to cover her breasts.

“I stripped like you asked, so… who are you?”
She asked, sitting there, legs crossed and a hand over each breast to protect her modesty.

“I’m a member of the computer science department. I’m not an undergraduate. I’m not telling you more than that so don’t ask. Place both your hands on the bed beside you and spread your legs.”

He said the first couple of sentences quickly with annoyance in his voice, but the instructions came with a commanding tone. Amber frowned and slowly complied, revealing her breasts to him and sliding her feet slowly apart, keeping her knees together shyly she looked away from the camera.

“Spread your legs properly, don’t pretend you don’t know what I want.”

Amber grimaced and closed her eyes, she did as he said, hating the situation she had gotten herself into as she spread legs wide, revealing the full detail of her pussy to the camera. Taking the photo had felt different; it was an instant in time. Sure he could look at it at his leisure, but Amber didn’t have to actually be there for that. Even if he’d seen what she was showing him already, this felt much more nerve-racking. Her heart skipped a beat as she wanted to cry out in embarrassment at being forced to humiliate herself like this.

“Happy now?”
She said scornfully.

“Even if I’m a thief, you’re something worse, you know that right?”

“Are you wet?”

She heard a bemused lilt to the tone and her eyes widened suddenly as she slammed her knees together hiding the glisten he’d seen from her light pink folds.

“No!”
She cried out in anger but her response betrayed any hope she had of denying it.

“I thought I’d just get a nice show and knock the campus’s prima donna down a few pegs. I never guessed you’d actually enjoy exposing yourself like this.”

He said with genuine amusement in his voice

“Prima-? What? I’m not a prima donna and I don’t enjoy this!”

What the hell? Is that how some people saw her? ; A prima donna, a woman who thinks of herself as the lead role, the centre of attention, and is arrogant and haughty. Sure she never made any secret about the fact that she was driven and always trying to get the highest score in any test and maybe she could be a bit standoffish and cold at times and she didn’t really have patience for people who would waste her time. Maybe that made her seem a little conceited, but still…

He laughed.
“Fine, fine, whatever you say. Then pick up the phone and give me a more close up view of the pretty pink cunt of yours.”

She flinched at his choice of words. She did as he said though, picking up the phone and sighing she spread her legs again with a furious expression on her face that he couldn’t see. She felt her heart rate rise as she exposed herself to the camera in a much more intimate way. She cursed herself for being such a deviant as to find any sexual thrill in this as she knew he’d be able to see she was somewhat aroused by the situation.

“Good, now stroke that little clit, like you do when you’re alone in bed at night.”

Amber opened her mouth to ask how he knew but realised quick enough that he was just taunting her and that she had nearly let slip something that would have humiliated her further. She could refuse couldn’t she? She should refuse. But she had come far enough now to know that she was going through with this. The moment she realised this was a video call she had guessed that he was going to want her to give him a show and she had known she would still do what it took to not have the video sent out.

Her free hand moved between her legs and stroked at her small bud in circular motions, she really was wet and knew he could easily see that now. Her face was flushed and the fear response of the adrenaline was making her body tremble slightly and intensifying the feelings her fingers gave her as her body interpreted the nervousness as excitement.

“I need to know that there’s an end to this. That you’ll give me the video eventually, otherwise I’d be an idiot to continue.”

She spoke in a velvety voice, full of seduction, she even let a small crackle of a moan into her words as she continued to touch herself. Maybe she could seduce him into giving it up?

“Fine, after this call you’ll have earned a third of the video.”

He replied after a few moments of thought.

“What good is a third? I want it all.”

She put on a childish voice on and then emphasised the word ‘all’ to try and flirt some more to get her way.

“Not much use really, but earn the other two thirds and I’ll send you the whole thing, every copy I have. You’ll have to trust me on that one, but it’s a better offer than you had a moment ago. Now, let’s see you slip a couple of fingers into that wet little fuck-hole and really go to town on it shall we? I want to hear the sound of your palm slapping against your mound and that greedy cunt of yours sucking at those fingers.”

She couldn’t help it. She felt an intense hatred for the filthy way he was talking but at the same time it excited her.

“Deal. A third.”

She muttered to his earlier comment as she lay back and did as he said. Her fingers sliding into the ready embrace of her sex, she started to finger herself in earnest. Doing as he said, her hips rolled to bump and grind her clit against the palm of her hand with each thrust. Going at this with anything less than her full enthusiasm would just draw it out longer. At least by acting brazenly like this she could pretend it didn’t humiliate her as much as it did, pretend that she was keeping some of her dignity.

At least he couldn’t see her face or the expressions of lust she made, she could almost forget he was the one watching. Pretend this was a show she was performing for someone else instead.

She curled her toes and bit her bottom lip as she fucked herself with her hand. It was definitely not the first time, but she’d never made such a show of it before and she’d never had an audience, both facts making the act more lewd and more tantalising, though she’d never admit it. He was silent as he let her perform for him. She felt the pleasure building, she wanted to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipple but knew she couldn’t put down the camera, even as her arm grew sore holding it up to show off the mess she was making of herself. She called herself names in her mind for how easy this was for her, ‘whore’, ‘slut’, ‘prostitute’.

It wasn’t long before she let out a small cry,
“FUCK ..... ..... ....…”

JEMMA · #**103** 13-11-2018, 09:47 AM

She gasped as the pleasure struck her, she hadn’t tried to hold it back at all, quite the opposite, seeing cumming as an end to his torment. Her body had put up little resistance as she’d thrust her index and middle finger inside herself, her wetness eventually making the sounds he’d asked for as her body’s excitement rose. She’d blushed as the noises, not having heard such things from herself before, though she wasn’t sure she’d ever been so wet before.

The cries turned into a series of small mewing like moans as her legs, hips and groin tensed, her back arching up as she massaged her palm into her clit roughly. She finally let out a held breath and went limp as her climax waned. Breathing heavily her body was covered in a small sheen of sweat from her exertion.

“Bring the camera back up to your face, don’t forget to show your breasts off with a little wiggle as you do.”

She panned the camera back up her body and jiggled her breasts with a small shimmy of her shoulders.

“Now say, ‘I’m a little slut who wants a big cock in my tight wet cunt.’"

She frowned a little but did as he said.

“I’m a little slut who wants a big cock in my tight wet… cunt.”'

She had paused before saying the word she’d rarely ever say. She shivered, she hated the fact that she was turned on by this and that she’d had an orgasm so easily in such a humiliating position. Every part of her mind was cursing her body for taking such pleasure in being embarrassed and unwillingly dominated like she was being.

“Of course you do, you little whore. Now put the camera back down where it was earlier. Stand next to the bed again facing away from the camera.”

Amber took a deep breath before lifting herself off of the bed, the waves of pleasure that had flowed through her loins still making her slightly unsteady. She did as he said turning around to give him a view of her pert heart shaped rear.

“Bend over until your face touches the bed, legs straight.”

She hoped it was nearly over; he’d gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? To do as he said her legs had to spread and she knew that from behind he could see between her legs in explicit detail.

“Now let’s start round two.”

Amber stood back up and turned around instead.

“Round two? I did what you wanted already, you said I’d get a third of the video for-"

He spoke over her complaints.

“A third for giving me a show and it is only just begun Amber. Now do what I said or else…”

She dithered before retaking the pose and reaching up under herself to stroke her fingers along the line of her wet slit.

“Good girl, now spread that pussy for me, show me how wet you are.”

She buried her face into her sheets as she let her fingers do as he commanded, spreading her labia to let him see her pink folds fully as she waited for his next command.

“Let’s get a better look. Reach behind yourself with both hands, one on each cheek and squeeze.”

She swallowed before doing so, squeezing her plump firm rear.

“No spread those cheeks, don’t hold back.”

She sobbed silently into the sheets as she spread herself for him. She could imagine the view he had of her now and as he made a sound of appreciation, she knew her fears were right.

“Now say that you want my cock. Ask me to choose which hole I use.”

Amber lifted her head a little to unmuffle her mouth. Her heart was pounding now, she felt almost detached from her body. Like it was a doll doing as he commanded and she was just watching, it made it easier to think of it like that.

“I want your cock… Put it wherever you want.”

“Come on, give it more sincerity. Pretend that you need this cock to live. Or better yet, if it helps, pretend that if I don’t believe you I’ll send this video along with the original.”

Amber gasped, she almost let go of her cheeks and stood up straight to yell at him for the suggestion. She held back though against her better judgement. She didn’t want to test whether he’d do what he threatened and so she swallowed before letting herself slip into character, blocking out her rational thoughts.

“Please… put your cock inside of me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy and my arse. Let me taste your cock and cum in my face and on my tits.”

Her face flushed as she let her mouth run off without a filter.

“I’m a whore with a slutty pussy that needs to be filled.”

He laughed, pleased with her act.

“Good, good. For now, I’ll let your fingers fill your slutty pussy instead. Fuck your cunt your slut and fuck it hard.”

She took longer the second time to climax, her pussy was sore and it was hard to keep up with the pace he demanded. He’d had her stop a few times and told her to spank herself, always wanting her to go harder until she left a red glow and an accompanying sting on each cheek. By the time he’d finished with her there was no part of her body she hadn’t shown him and no lewd sound she hadn’t made. She was lying on the bed panting, her body covered in sweat as he finally hung up on the call.

His final words had been to instruct her not to go anywhere without her phone and that even if she silenced it a small sound would be heard if he sent a text and she had ten minutes to reply. She had been told to repeat what he said to make sure she heard it, which had been a good idea as she her mind was in tangles. She both hated everything she did and felt thrilled by it, was repulsed and turned on, she felt like a second person was in her body and that she was losing control of herself. She fell asleep on her bed right there, naked and sore.

Amber woke up with a start. There was light beaming in through her window and she realised she’d not set an alarm. She looked at her phone and saw two things that panicked her, the first was that she had fifteen minutes to get to class across campus and the second was the phone battery on 5%. She remembered the words she’d been told to repeat the night before.

‘Keep your phone on you at all times.
‘You have ten minutes to reply to my texts or else.’

She knew what the else was and quickly plugged her phone in to charge as she bolted for the shower. There was no way she could leave her room without washing, not with what she’d done last night. She jumped in whilst the water was still cold, waking her up as she had the quickest shower of her life.

By the time she made it across campus her hair was still damp, she had thrown on a hoody with the hood up and her phone was on 10%, she prayed that the battery would hold out. Despite her rush she walked in just as the lecture was starting and got several looks of confusion from people. Sitting in the first free seat she did her best to pay attention.

At the end of the lecture someone she knew walked by and did a double take.

“Amber?! Is that you?”

The girl asked with shock and a slightly amused smirk that told her she looked as terrible as she felt. She probably saw it was Amber when she’d come in late but wanted to pretend she hadn’t so she could take a jab at how awful she looked.

“H-hey Mandy, yeah not feeling too well.”

She spoke in a rough voice and put her hand up to her throat,

“Think I’ve caught the bug that’s going around. Better not get too close.”

She didn’t really feel like socialising, she just wanted to go home and have a proper shower, make sure her phone was charged and feel sorry for herself.

“Oh sure, hope you feel better soon!”

Was the chirpy reply as Mandy smirked and waved goodbye.

Amber got up and started to head back when she heard a 'ping' sound that let her know she had a message.

She felt her stomach twist, getting out her phone she looked at the screen.

‘Send me a picture of your tits out in the lecture theatre.’

Amber re-read the message to check it said what she thought it did and whether she could get around it in anyway. She couldn’t see a way if there was one. She looked around sheepishly. Most of the class had filed out now but there were still a couple of students talking to the professor as he packed away his things. Amber didn’t know how long they were going to be, or whether there was another class after this that would mean the room would start to fill up again. Staring in the direction of her lecturer she saw him glance back at her with a curious look. Amber tried not to look suspicious. She gave another quick glance around.

“I- I think I lost something last time we had a lecture here, it’s a-“

She wracked her brain,

“A black phone case, did you see it?”

He blinked and then shook his head as the two students talking to him turned too,

“No. Sorry.”

He went back to explaining something to the two students he was speaking with.

Amber cleared her throat,

“Then I’ll just go see if it’s on the floor where I was sitting last.”

She got up and walked up to near the back of the room, a quick glance told her that they’d stopped paying attention to her. She had to be quick, crouching down behind the desks she was able to lift up her top and bra under her hoody. She unzipped the front of it and got out her phone. She was about to take the picture but realised she would need to prove where she was. Sighing, she stood up, her back to the front of the room. She quickly, and hopefully stealthily, took a photo with the front of the room behind her. Doing up her hoody she looked at the picture. It’d do, she sent it.

‘Happy now?’

She added in the message, wondering why it had been so easy for her to do something like that. Perhaps the exhibition she’d put on the night before had made something like this seem trivial, she thought to herself as she walked back down to grab her things and quickly leave.

He didn’t reply for the rest of the morning. After her phone was charged, Amber decided she wasn’t about to wait around for him to contact her with another request and so she decided that she was going to go do something that would mean she had to be away from her phone for a while. Grabbing her things she left her room and went to the sport centre.

She went to the changing rooms and quickly removed her clothes and slipped into a one-piece black swimsuit. She used to swim more regularly, but she still thought of it as one of her hobbies even if she hadn’t done it in a while. She adjusted herself awkwardly wondering whether the costume was a little too snug now, she’d been a little less active the last year and some weight had gone to her hips and chest apparently. She sent a text to the still unnamed man.

‘I’m going for a swim so I won’t be able to reply for about an hour.’

She quickly threw her things in the locker and put the key/wristband on, making her way to the pool.

Being away from her phone meant he couldn’t contact her and demand something of her. It was relaxing and liberating even if it hadn’t even been a day since she had been made to follow his orders on the go. She was upset that the time went by so quickly, enjoying her slow paced swim up and down the lane. However, it still weighed on her mind, she didn’t really know that he was going to be okay with her leaving her phone like that for so long. It was about 40 minutes before she gave in and decided to get out and go check he hadn’t sent a message. She felt a little nervous that he might of, what had she been thinking?

He had told her not to leave her phone for more than 10 minutes and she had disobeyed him on the first day?! She opened her locker, dried her hands and quickly checked her message.

‘Fine… but before you leave I want you to go back for one more lap. This time you’ll leave your costume at one end of the pool though.’

Amber’s jaw dropped a little. Swim naked? In the public swimming pool? Someone would notice wouldn’t they? There hadn’t been that many people and they’d been doing their own thing, but surely they’d realise? And if anyone walking by was to look down into the pool wouldn’t it be obvious? She trembled a little from the cold water and how nervous she felt about the prospect of doing this.

‘I’ll get arrested. Besides, I could just tell you that I’ve done it and you’d not know.’

It wasn’t long before he replied.

‘Not if you don’t get caught and I’m nearby, I’ll know.’

She studied the last part of the message with a furrowed brow. So he was here, she could potentially find out who he was if she looked around for someone watching her? She relocked her locker before walking back to the pool. She shivered as the cold on her skin and the adrenaline in her blood set her hairs on end. She kept her eyes peeled as she walked back in, trying to find someone who was checking on her. She either couldn’t see anyone or he was blending in enough that he could be any of the people here.

Basically, there was nobody suspicious that she could see. She bit her tongue as she made her way to the end lane, furthest from the entrance and, she hoped, the one least likely to have someone walking by, luckily there was nobody in the lane next to it either.

Getting in she started swimming as she glanced around subtly, she decided to do a couple of laps normally first, try and blend in, hope that people stop paying her any attention, if they even were. Maybe he’d not notice that she’d not done it yet. Maybe he was lying and wouldn’t know for sure. Either way, she wasn’t about to chance it. She stopped at one end, there were no entrances or exits in this corner, no changing rooms and little reason for anyone to walk by. If she was going to do it…

Another glance to see if she could see anyone was watching, before quickly and smoothly she slipped her arms from the costume, slipping it down to her mid-section and revealing her breasts, albeit underwater. The water on her bare skin was colder than it had been through the costume that had absorbed the heat of her body. Nobody had turned to look at her. She took a deep breath to steel her nerve as she curled up, holding the side of the pool with one hand and slipping the costume down to her ankles with the other. Her heart pumped loudly in her chest as she felt an understandable heat in her cheeks of embarrassment and a worrying heat of excitement between her legs. This was terrifying, but apparently her body took that to mean, ‘this is exciting’. It seemed like the more potentially risky the situation the more thrill she was taking from it.

Swallowing she gave a glance around before placing her costume down on the edge of the pool. Still nobody seemed to be paying attention. She looked at the small pile of fabric longingly before steeling her resolve once more and quickly pushing off of the side to start swimming.

JEMMA · #**104** 13-11-2018, 09:48 AM

Her heart rate sped up partly because she swam as fast as she could without drawing any attention and partly because of the embarrassment of what she was doing was starting to sink in. It was odd swimming naked, she had never done it before and, perhaps contradictory as it was against her will, it felt weirdly freeing. She reached the end after what felt like an age and turned around.

Her heart jumped as she saw a figure crouched down at the end of her lane. She paused. Had someone found her costume lying on the ground? Maybe she misjudged just how frequently people walked by, or how noticeable a naked woman would be. Should she swim back or stay here, try and act like it wasn’t hers? What if he took it away though, maybe to the lost property? Then the thought occurred to her. It was probably him. She couldn’t see him very well, he looked tall, was wearing jeans and a black coat and annoyingly a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. Surely he looked suspicious walking around a pool dressed like that? Barely a moment had passed before he stood up, with a small glance towards her, before marching off towards the exit.

Amber panicked as the thought of him walking away with her costume came to mind. What would she do then?!

It was in those few seconds of pause that the sound of laughter and talking suddenly echoed in the room. Amber turned with a start to see a group of guys walking out of the men’s changing room. It was a swimming club of some sort, she thought in panic, they must be coming to practice. There was no time to think through anything else as she sprung off the side of the pool and swam at probably her fastest pace ever back to where she prayed her costume still lay. She made it to the end, out of breath and grabbed at the side, feeling a sense of joy at the feel of her costume. She snatched it off the side, no longer worrying about drawing attention. She let herself sink under water, clutching a breath as she struggled to get herself back into the swimsuit. Horror flooded her mind as it was suddenly revealed to her what the man had done. It was indeed the one who was texting her and he’d crouched down to tamper with her costume.

Her head broke the surface of the water as she took in a lungful of air, having struggled into the costume, or what was left of it. Facing the side of the pool she looked down at her breasts, pushing themselves through two slits in the front of her swim suit, the tight material that usually held them down now aiding them in their effort to push through and fully expose themselves.

Even as she tried to push them back in they just popped out again. Worse still perhaps was the slit that ran from a few inches below her belly button to below her groin revealing the tawny covered mound between her legs. Trying to pull the costume closed didn’t help and if anything it was just tugging at the split and making it worse. She struggled to think of some way to get back to the changing rooms without being seen and struggled to calm her nervousness.

She decided the first thing to do was to make it as close to the changing rooms as possible without leaving the pool. She started to move along the edge of the pool, moving across lanes at the best time to avoid a situation where she was forced to meet someone. The pool was getting busier though as the guys started to swim lengths. They were fast too, fast enough that she struggled to find a good time to move past, eventually one of them stopped at her end of the pool, blocking her from going any further as he looked at her with a smile.

“Hey. I’ve not seen you here before.”

He grinned, charmingly.

Usually she was quite good at dealing with guys trying to flirt with her, but today was different,

“Ah, yeah... I don’t really come here much.”

She smiled softly, nervously trying not to look down at herself to see whether she had anything exposed as she feared she’d draw his attention if she did. Instead she locked eye contact with him.

“I don’t want to keep you from training though. You’re in the swimming club right?”

He grinned some more and nodded as if saying that had been a compliment.

“Yeah. It’s okay I can take a quick break. Especially if it’s to chat to someone as pretty as you.”

She tried not to give him a look that made fun of him for using such a cheesy line.

“Ah.. thanks.”

She smiled softly, trying to kill the conversation as she looked about trying to pretend she was bored rather than terrified of him realising she was ten meters away with her breasts hanging out.

“Are you okay? You’re clutching the side of the pool as if you’re afraid you’ll sink. I can help teach you to swim if you’re nervous?”

He said trying to keep the conversation going.

She shook her head,

“No it’s fine, I just got a cramp in my foot that’s all.”

He laughed,

“Ah, that happens, need to make sure you’re properly hydrated before swimming. Here let me help.”

She raised a brow quizzically for a moment before they both shot up in shock as he took a deep breath and sunk under the water, realising he meant he was going to help with her foot right now. She pressed herself against the side of the pool more so and pressed her legs together praying that the slit stopped between her legs and didn’t go far enough back to be showing anything from behind. She felt him pressing at the sole of her foot, stretching it out in a way that would have actually probably have helped if she had really had cramp. She spent the whole time with her eyes scrunched shut, fearing him noticing, that he’d see some part of her that was exposed and then he’d come back up and call over his friends and they’d all force her arms away from her body and… She stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks. What was wrong with her? She was getting excited by the idea, as if that was what she wanted. After half a minute or so he stopped and came back up with a smug look on his face.

“Better?”

She grinned, partially as an act and partially because he clearly hadn’t noticed anything was odd.

“Much! Thanks.”

She said in relief. She’d be nice, it wasn’t his fault she was in this situation.

“I think I’ll rest a bit and then get out though, you were right I definitely didn’t drink enough. What’s your name, I’ll add you on Facebook. Mine’s Amber by the way.”

She suddenly thought that perhaps she should have given a fake name just in case.

“Casanova. We had a class together last semester.”

He said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. She was glad she hadn’t given a fake name.

She gritted her teeth, she’d been too preoccupied by her situation,

“Sorry! I’m terrible with faces, yeah of course. Hey sorry, I’ll add you later though, good luck with training.”

He laughed a little and then nodded.

“Sure thing, see ya’ Amber.”

Thankfully she’d managed to end the conversation with that, maybe offending him by not recognising him had done it. Amber managed to make it the rest of the way without any more incidents, now was the moment of truth though. She looked around. If she got out and moved in a quick straight line, perhaps she could get back to the women’s lockers without anyone seeing.

Someone being behind that door was a risk she would have to take. She felt the surge of thrill at doing something like this as she quickly pulled herself up and out of the pool and up onto her knees. Her breasts bouncing as they broke the surface of the water quickly and she forcefully threw herself up onto the side of the pool. She blushed at how wide the rip was between her legs was and quickly stood. Marching to the door she kept a hand across her chest to stop any unnecessary bouncing at her quick pace.

The door opened in front of her as a girl walked out of the changing room, Amber didn’t even break step, as she moved by the girl who did a quick double take, and into the changing room. She rushed to a cubicle and closed the door behind her. First things first, she removed the costume, even in the changing room it’d be more embarrassing to wear it than to be fully naked. She wrung out the costume into the floor drain and then took a deep breath. Very few girls would walk through the changing room completely naked, but it wasn’t unheard of. Wearing a swimsuit with three holes in it exposing everything it is meant to hide on the other hand…

Steeling her nerve and trying to calm down she took a few steady deep breaths before she opened the door and walked like she hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t wearing a thread. She got a couple of looks as she turned the corner into the changing room proper, the women saw the swimsuit in her hands and shrugged a little. It wasn’t too busy, but it wasn’t empty either. She noticed one look she got was more of a sneer, perhaps jealously, it didn’t bother Amber too much though; no more than being naked was doing so already.

The excitement at what had happened in the pool hit her now. Now she felt safe she felt her body react to how close Casanova had come to discovering that she was basically naked. That she had swam a lap naked. She felt almost giddy.

Another look she got lingered in a way that made her feel like she was being ogled. She turned and smiled at the girl and got a smile back, one that touched the other girl’s eyes in a way that was almost asking a question of Amber. Amber’s eyes widened a little and she glanced away, oh, she was looking at her in that way. Amber felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Apparently it was the thought of anyone looking at her body with sexual intentions that turned her on, not just guys, she realised as her heart pumped and she felt a sensation that she had slowly come to realise was her excitement at being an exhibitionist.

She had always assumed the feeling was shyness or nervousness. But when she thought about the way her stomach had twisted at the idea of past boyfriends wanting her to send pictures of herself to them she realised it had been her getting turned on a little.

Oddly she found herself basking in the adoration from the other woman before she realised what she was doing. She purposefully took longer than necessary to open the locker. What was wrong with letting the girl look at her anyway? She’d shown more to the stranger blackmailing her against her will. This time it was on her terms though and she felt safe seeing as it was another woman.

She grabbed her things out of her locker and walked over to the bench beside the girl who was trying to be subtle about her gaze on Amber’s body. Amber smiled at her and got a look of shock in return, she held back a small laugh at how flustered she looked. One day and already she was a brazen nudist she asked herself quizzically. Maybe she always had been but had been too afraid to explore it, shying away from it whenever she felt something, taking the excitement to be discomfort and arousal to be nervousness. She remembered to look at her phone.

‘That was fun. Now, as punishment for disobeying me and leaving your phone for so long I want you to send me another naked picture. Of another woman this time, you’re in the right place to do it after all. If you leave the lockers without it I’m sending the email along with a video of you swimming naked in the school’s pool and the little show you put on for me last night.’

Amber bit her tongue. This was the first time he’d asked her to do something that wasn’t just affecting her. Taking this picture would be like stealing, the very thing that got her into this situation, not to mention the fact that if she was caught it’d would be humiliating in a way that didn’t turn her on at all. Might she’d get branded a sex offender for something like this? She wasn’t sure. She heard the girl beside her clear her throat before speaking,

“Is everything alright?”

Amber dragged her eyes away from the screen to look at her, realising her expression had given away how she was feeling.

“Oh… yeah.”
She smiled. It wasn’t though, she was now a prisoner in this room until she did something she could never do. Taking a photo of another woman naked without their permission felt… evil.

“It looked like you got some terrible news?”

The girl asked pointing at Amber’s phone. Amber noticed the way the girl’s eyes flickered about, occasionally landing on her body, stealing small glances as if she’d get in trouble for doing so.

Amber shook her head and then shrugged a little,

“No, it’s nothing to worry about.”

She noticed that the way she was making the girl respond by being naked in front of her made her feel weirdly relaxed. Perhaps having power over her made her situation of powerlessness feel less real? An idea flashed through her mind for a moment and she found her lips moving before she could think through the idea.

“Say, would you be able to help me with something?”

Amber bit her tongue, she was going to ask this girl to let her take a photo of her?! No. There was no way she could do that. But still, there was no way she could leave here without doing it. She hoped that Amber had misread her and that she’d say no.

“Of course!”

The girl blushed a little and seemed somewhat flustered as Amber wondered what she was expecting.

Not helping the girl’s imagination Amber grabbed her towel and hid her phone below it as she gave a quick glance about before softly replying.

“Follow me.”

She walked quickly back to the showers and hoped nobody had thought anything suspicious of it. She noticed that the other girl was following her as Amber stepped into a shower cubical not shutting the door. A moment passed where she wondered if she would follow her in before she saw the other girl dart inside with a scared but excited look on her face.

“Close the door.”

JEMMA · #**105** 13-11-2018, 09:49 AM

Amber stood in the shower cubicle as the other girl walked in and shut the door behind her. Locking them in and then turning back around to look at Amber, obviously not hiding her gaze’s attention towards her naked body now. Amber wondered what she thought she might have asked her in here for as she studied the girls gaze, moving down over her body, between her legs. She ignored the pleasing feelings stirring inside her she was getting from that look, as she found herself learning more and more about her exhibitionist nature.

“S-so what did you need help with exactly. It’s Amber right?”

The girl asked biting her bottom lip nervously.

Amber blinked and frowned wondering how in her own world she was that she kept not recognising people. She suddenly remembered where she’d seen this girl though, a class she took in her first year.

“Yeah… Miley… or Ellie was it?”
Amber gave an apologetic look for forgetting her name.

“Emily, but I go by Millie so you’re close.”

She smiled, forgiving her for forgetting the name and apparently just being happy that she was remembered.

“So… you said you needed help?”

Amber sighed as she wondered what to tell her. She decided that if she was going to get the photo she would have the girl’s consent, which meant telling her the truth. Although, she made sure to cut out some of the details she didn’t want to reveal. She explained that she was being blackmailed and told her that he’d had her send pictures and videos and that he’d made her swim naked.

“Sorry to lay this all on you, I know it is a bit weird as I’ve not really spoken to you before.”

Millie shook her head giving Amber a sympathetic look.

“Couldn’t you go to the police, what does he have that is making you do such embarrassing things?”

Amber shook her head,

“I- I don’t want to say, it didn’t hurt anyone but it would mean me losing everything and potentially going to jail… maybe.”

She still wasn’t sure about that but her fear had warped her mind into thinking it was more and more plausible.

“If that’s enough for you to not want to help me then I understand… Just please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“So what do you need from me exactly?”

Amber swallowed, and gave her a thankful smile as she didn’t immediately refuse to help, pulling out her phone,

“He’s… he’s said that I can’t leave here until I get a photo of another woman naked.”

She saw Millie’s eyes widen in fear as she opened her mouth to respond.

“I know! But I couldn’t just steal a photo of someone and I thought that with you… you…”

She trailed off, not really knowing how to say what she was going to.

“You thought what?”

Was the stern reply she got with an almost venomous look.

“I’m sorry.”

Amber lowered her head.

“Well… the way you looked at me I guess I thought…”

She shook her head, realising how it sounded. Amber was admitting she was trying to manipulate the other girl. She found her hands crossing over her body hiding her breasts as she covered her lower region with the towel. Was she going to have to either leave here and hope, or steal the picture another way…

Millie sighed.

“You’re lucky I’m a nice person.”

Amber looked up in confusion to see the girl slipping off her top. She watched as she stripped.

“I’ll take a shower. Make it look like you stole the photo. Take it when the water is running over my face please, I’d really like to keep my identity hidden from this guy, he sounds like a real piece of work.”

Amber smiled gratefully,

“Thank you! This is… more than I could ask for. I’m sorry I-“

“Don’t mention it.”

Millie replied as she seemed way more confident being naked than Amber felt.

“How could I live with myself, not helping out such a beauty in need?”

She turned on the shower.

“Besides…”

She turned back around to face Amber, giving her a smokey gaze,

“You’re right about the way I was looking at you. It was like a dream seeing the girl I’d had a crush on last year walk towards me naked like that.”

She smiled as Amber blushed shyly, and stepped under the shower, turning to face Amber at an angle.

“Okay, I’ll hold my breath as I put my face under the shower, take it then.”

“Okay.”

Amber said, signifying she was ready as she opened up the camera. She waited for the right moment before snapping the picture. Looking at the screen she checked it seemed natural, like she’d snapped it when the other girl wasn’t looking.

“Are you sure I can send this?”

Amber asked hesitantly, partly because she couldn’t believe Millie was doing this for her and partly because it felt wrong to be doing this to Millie, especially after what she just revealed.

“Sure, just send it.”

She said grabbing Amber’s towel to dry herself with, as she hadn’t bought her own.

Amber hit send and felt a great sense of gratitude fill her heart and relief at how she’d managed to do what she thought was impossible for her.

“Thank you Millie. It means so much to me that you would do this for me.”

She placed her hand on Millie’s arm. Millie glanced at it and then up into Amber’s eyes in a way that made Amber blush when she realised they were both naked. She’d not really considered herself anything but straight, but suddenly the idea of having sex with this girl seemed to arouse her. She glanced down at the other girl’s body, toned and athletic without the curves that Amber’s had, she found herself wondering if a lesbian was as skilled at pleasing another woman as she’d heard.

“Millie.”

She found her voice catching in her throat.

“Did- Did you want to-“

A familiar sound came from her phone that broke through the moment. She took her hand away and picked up the phone.

“Is that him?”

Millie asked, looking annoyed, having noticed how there was almost a moment between them. She stepped closer to read the message over Amber’s shoulder, her breast pressing against Amber’s back in a way she didn’t dislike.
‘Millie’s body is just as wonderful as I’d have expected.’

“What the fuck? How did he know my name?”
Millie asked stepping away from Amber with an accusatory look.

Amber blinked and shook her head.

“I don’t know!”

She chewed her bottom lip trying to figure out how he knew.

“Maybe he saw you going into the changing room and knows you?”

Amber said without much conviction to the idea.

Millie snorted and shook her head at how ridiculous that sounded,

“Maybe it’s you and your boyfriend messing with me. Or something like that. Tease the lesbian, get a photo of her-“

“No! It’s nothing like that it’s-“

“I can’t believe I told you that I had a crush on you?”

She stepped back looking hurt as Amber stepped closer.

“No Millie, this wasn’t- I’m not-“

The phone rang and there was a moment of silence between the two girls before Amber accepted the call. She kept the phone pointed away from Millie, expecting the video call.

“Hello girls.”

His voice was distorted again.

“I didn’t want to see you fall out over me so I thought I’d be kind enough to tell you the truth. I was listening using Amber’s phone thanks to that app she installed for me.”

Millie glanced at Amber who winced and then gave a small apologetic nod.

“I didn’t realise it let him do that. Honestly. I thought he was just using it to track where I was.”

Millie shook her head a little but looked less angry at Amber now.

The voice continued,
“Emily Ho, you’ve always intrigued me.”

Millie’s eyes widened in anger,

“How the hell do you know my last name too? You definitely didn’t over hear that.”

He laughed,

“I keep track of people who interest me. And with a search history like yours coming from a girl who went to catholic school… well I was very interested.”

She opened her mouth in shock as her cheeks flushed.

“How- How do you know what I’ve searched for?”
She asked with an ashamed tone in her voice.

“If you’ve searched for it using the campus internet I have my ways of finding it out. That’s all you need to know. Oh it also means I was able to intercept that little show you put on for your girlfriend back home last semester.”

Millie’s face went pale.

“Don’t worry, it was nothing compared to the show Amber gave me last night when she knew I was watching.”

A video popped up on the screen, the close up Amber had given of her fingering her pussy. The sound her body made and the moans were more erotic than Amber had imagined. Her voice came out of the phone speaker begging to have her ‘naughty pussy’ filled. She blushed a deep crimson as Millie glanced over at the screen with a look that was hard to decipher.

“I-I had to, he was going to…”
Amber held her tongue as the video disappeared.

“Now Millie, don’t you think it’s unfair that Amber used you like that? I think she should give you something in return, so here’s what I’m going to do… Amber you have to go with Millie back to her room.”

Millie spoke up,
“She didn’t use me. You might have something to blackmail Amber with but why should I do what you say?

“Well, to start with, I promise you’ll enjoy yourself. Secondly if you don’t then I’ll send you search history and that video of yours to your Dad, he’s a minister right? I doubt he’ll be happy about the context in which you were searching for nuns and catholic school girls.”

Millie shook her head,
“I never searched for anything like that!”

He laughed,
“Then you’ll have fun explaining that to him knowing he’ll have seen you fingering yourself for another girl on the internet.”

Mille clenched her jaw and didn’t respond. He hadn’t given them any more instructions so they’d finished drying and left the changing rooms and made their way back to Millie’s room. The walk had been tense, knowing that he was listening it was awkward to try and make any conversation. Amber felt awful for dragging her into this and tried to apologise as she saw the scornful glances she was given by the other girl. They got back to her room and closed the door.

“Do we call him or something?”

Amber shook her head,
“He will probably know if he’s watching the GPS and I guess he’ll figure it out if he’s listening too.”

Millie sighed.
“Why am I going along with this?”

Amber shrugged a little,
“Because you believe he’ll do what he says and somehow this seems like a better option.”
She blushed slightly and decided to try and make this less unpleasant for the girl who had helped her.

“Besides, from the sounds of it he’s going to make me repay you with my body.”

Millie looked up at her quizzically. Amber pouted and used a teasing tone,

“Don’t you want that? You said y-you fancied me right?”

She pushed back her hair and gave Millie a coy look.

Millie gave her a confused look in return,
“Well… not like this, I mean, being forced to.”

Amber shook her head and stepped closer,
“Even if he’s telling me to, it’s not like I don’t want to do it.”

She grinned, she was enjoying the feeling of control she had as she made Millie nervous, it was cute how she blushed and looked flustered.

“But-“

Amber leant forward and cut off her protest with a kiss. She’d kissed a girl before to get some drinks in a club, once before that, in a game of spin the bottle and another time as part of a dare. This was the first time she’d really kissed another girl before though. The softness of it, the gentleness of her mouth was the first noticeable difference to kissing a man and the way she let Amber take control of the kiss was the other. They kissed for several long seconds before there was a sound from her phone that broke the embrace of their lips. Millie made a sound of annoyance and then laughed and shook her head as her hands came up to her lips, her cheeks flushed.

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