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Blackmailed

By: Embracetheshame



Part of me hates this man, whom I'll call "X" for now. We didn't get along as a couple, which is why we broke up in the first place. I didn't even hate him when we broke up- it was very amicable, the old ‘we're just in very different places right now,' blah blah blah… but very soon after the split, I found myself fantasizing, over and over again, about the sex we used to have. It became totally consuming, to the point that I finally found myself breaking down and calling him on the phone one day. I tried to be subtle about it, but he saw right through the guise, and that led to us having breakup sex that night. I tried to tell myself it was a one-time thing; I mean, I certainly didn't want to date him again, but for some reason now that we were broken up, I found myself wanting to do all the naughty things I hadn't wanted to do before. I mean, ALL the naughty things, and more- I've become obsessed with the sex, the orgasms, pushing the limits with this man, and I'm afraid I didn't hide my obsession very well at all. X now knows that I'm consumed with these thoughts, thinking about what we'll do next, what he'll make me do, and that I'm desperate for it not to stop. If he was a decent man he'd let me off the hook, help me quit, but instead he's using my obsession against me- I'm being blackmailed over my own wanton desires, and I hate him for taking advantage of my weakness in this way.

Just this week alone I've been forced to masturbate for him countless times, with dildos, cucumbers, vibrating bullets, while he took pictures or video of me doing it. He made me sit in the passenger seat of the car with my tits exposed while he drove aimlessly around town, making me keep my hands at my side and him occasionally reaching over to tweak my nipples to keep them nice and hard for anyone driving by who might see. Yesterday I had to stop in at my office to work for a few hours; normally I work from home, but it happens occasionally that I have to go to the office for some of the paperwork. Before I left, he made me get on all fours on the coffee table, fucked my face for a couple minutes, then slipped behind me where he yanked up my skirt, dribbled a couple drops of lube on me before stuffing my ass with a butt plug. I was nearly in tears at the thought of having to drive to the office like this, take the 2-3 hours to fill out all the paperwork, and drive back with this vile thing rammed up my ass- but when I actually balked about doing it he slapped my cunt and told me I'd do it or else no more sex, no more orgasms- make that MIND-BLOWING orgasms- nothing from him ever again. I literally can't stand the thought of it; I'm so obsessed with the sex, the games, the torment, that I'll do anything to keep him from quitting. So I apologized by sucking his cock some more before I headed off to the office, ass plug intact. The pressure it applied while I sat at my desk was uncomfortable yet unbelievably arousing, and it took me almost twice as long to get my work done because I couldn't concentrate on anything but trying not to cum in a roomful of my co-workers!

So now we're going out to dinner. I had just gotten out of the shower and was moisturizing my entire body, including my freshly-shaved pussy, when he came in with a package in his hand. I looked at him quizzically until he started pulling clothes out of the package, and then realized he'd purchased an outfit for me to wear that night. I glared at him fiercely when I saw how short the black skirt was, and how low-cut and sheer the top was. If my nipples didn't stick out over the top of the shirt then they would at least be seen through the fabric! My glare was lost on him, however, and he merely laughed at me. "If you don't want to wear this, my little slut, then that's fine. You can wear whatever you like from now on while you sit at home by yourself and masturbate to whatever free porn you download," X said. I was still glaring but wilted, as I always did when he threatened to take away the sex. Damn him to hell for tormenting me like this!!

I fixed my hair and put on the hateful outfit and regarded myself in the mirror; I looked like a high-price whore. We were just about to walk out the door when I saw him take a plain white box from the same package my clothes were in and tuck it into my purse. I wanted to ask what it was but I suspected I'd find out soon enough. Off we went, and on the way to the restaurant I was forced to suck his cock the entire way while up on my knees in the passenger seat, ass in the air so that anyone driving by would not only know I was giving him road-head but also would get a good view of my ass and shaved pussy. I heard other cars honk several times while he reached around and plunged his fingers in and out of my pussy during the drive. Words cannot describe how I was simultaneously filled with rage, hate, lust, shame, and more lust.

We finally arrived, and I was shocked to see that it was actually a very nice restaurant. I haphazardly tried to fix my hair a bit and cursed him under my breath while trying to hide my visibly hard nipples poking through the fine mesh of the shirt. I'd been in this restaurant before; it had a serene, elegant atmosphere, and it reeked of money. No doubt the patrons and staff would be ogling my completely inappropriate outfit, but I doubted anything would be said. Sure enough, the maître d' glanced at my short skirt, my protruding nipples, but was nothing but discreet and diplomatic while he led us to a table- in the back, of course, so as to not offend the other patrons. We were in a semi-private booth in the corner, and X waited for me to sit down before sliding into place next to me. He reached over and gave my left nipple a little twist and laughed at me while I tried not to gasp at the intrusion and draw attention to myself.

The waiter was there promptly and took our drink and appetizer orders, promising to return for the rest of our orders when we were ready. X leaned over and whispered that I was to sit there with two of my fingers inserted into my pussy until he came back for our orders. I tried not to snarl at him but couldn't help it, a little bit. He merely laughed at me- completely patronizing me- and told me to get on with it and to please use my right hand so he could see more, as he was sitting to my left. So I tried to study the menu and kept those two fingers buried in my pussy while he unabashedly stared at my crotch. I wasn't to actively play with myself, just keep the fingers buried in there, so I felt somewhat grateful that it was a little easier to be discreet about it. But it was difficult to keep a straight face while ordering our food from the waiter while those fingers were in there…

Finally, we finished ordering. The waiter left, and I was allowed to remove my fingers from my now very-warm pussy. X leaned over and kissed my cheek before whispering, "Here are your instructions: Go to the bathroom, and take your purse with you. Inside your purse is that white box you saw me place in there. Go into a stall, take out the white box, open it, and remove what I have inside. You can carry it back here in your purse but once you come back you are to remove it from your purse and hand it to me, before you sit down. You may not sit down until I say so."

I shivered as his lips brushed my ear, and I was filled with both dread and anticipation at what might be in the box. Without looking at him I pushed away from the table and, grabbing my purse, made my way to the restroom as quickly as possible. Once there, I stepped into a stall, locked it behind me, and pulled the mysterious box out of my purse. I looked at it for a moment, the dread and lust building up, before opening the box. Inside was one of the thickest dildos I'd ever seen, and there was a suction cup at the base of it. I gulped audibly, and sagged against the side of the wall… surely he didn't plan to use this monster on me? I was heavily into denial when I walked out of that stall, the hateful dildo inside my purse again. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating the girl I saw there for being too weak to walk away from this torture. Hating her for actually loving the torture, the shame of it all.

I made my way back to the table on shaky legs, and stood there while he smiled at me derisively. I felt like I was stuck in some kind of surreal movie scene as I reached into my purse, pulled out the horribly thick dildo, and handed it to him. Thank God we were tucked into the corner so it wasn't immediately visible what he was holding. He smiled at me again before taking the dildo and placed it on the seat, so that the suction cup adhered to the polished wood seat, (what if it had been a cloth seat? He must have planned this out ahead of time.) and the dildo was straight up and down, looking like a stubby missile ready for launch. The room started to spin before my eyes as I realized what was coming next.

X looked at me and said, very softly, "Sit down." I seriously considered taking a seat in another chair, but he already knew what was going through my mind. "Don't even think about it," he said. "Get over here, hike your skirt up in the back, and plant that cunt down on this cock. I don't care how good it feels or how much it hurts- if you want me to get you off tonight or ever again you'll do what I tell you- now."

Bells were clanging in my ears as he spoke, and I moved as if in a dream to take my "seat". I stepped into the booth first, and hovered over the dildo while discreetly raising my skirt the whole 3 inches it took to expose my pussy. Down I sank, slowly, until I felt the tip of the cock touching my pussy lips. I was already wet from my fingers earlier, and I was completely ashamed at how aroused I was at that moment, knowing that at any second someone could look over and see my awkwardness in sitting down- as if they could possibly guess the reason behind it. I felt the damn dildo push an inch into my pussy, and I looked over at X. He was watching me intently, eyes flicking back and forth from my face to watching the offending cock disappear inside me. I kept my eyes on his face while I slowly continued my descent. The phallus went in another inch, and I felt my pussy already being stretched beyond normal bounds. The cock only got thicker on the way down, and before I could take the whole thing in I had to actually slide up and down a few times until my pussy would accommodate the size of it. Further down I pushed, my legs trembling from holding my weight, keeping me from taking it in all at once. The only indication that X was enjoying this was a very subtle change in his breathing, as he watched me whimpering while I pushed further down on the dildo. My breathing was labored and I struggled not to moan out loud while the damn thing felt like it was splitting my cunt from the inside out. It hurt, but oh god, it also felt so good…

Just as I didn't think I could take anymore I saw the waiter coming our way. I was still hovered precariously over the seat, and was in a blind panic that he should catch me trying to maneuver my self on to this thing, so I took a breath and relaxed my legs, which forced me down on the rest of the cock instantaneously. I couldn't help but let out a little yelp as I felt my pussy lips stretch around the cock, and I struggled to compose my face before the waiter arrived, while that bastard next to me actually laughed. In the split second before the waiter reached our table he reached over with his right hand and laid it on my pussy, so that his fingers were resting on top of my clit. Just as the waiter arrived at our table he began to lightly drum his fingers across the top of my completely engorged pussy, and his tapping added sensations to my already stretched and sensitive clit. I tried so hard to behave normally as that stupid waiter took our order, but he had to notice how hard I was breathing. To my dismay X continued his little tapping to my clit while ordering, and I could only be vaguely grateful that at least the table cloth hid his hands from view. Somehow we finished giving our order, and the second the waiter left X turned to me and increased his tapping. I had to fight to keep from crying out but couldn't help the whimpering as I looked back at him. "Now," he said, "start rocking back and forth on it. You're to grind that cock so your pussy juice gets all over the seat below you." 

Oh how I hated him, the bastard. I just sat there, glaring at him, and refused to move. Between the dildo having me stretched so full and his fingers tapping my clit I was afraid that the slightest movement would make me either scream or cum, or both, and God help me if either of those things happened. If I screamed the entire restaurant would be staring at me and there was no way to quickly get away with this huge cock impaled inside me, and if I came… oh god, if I came without X's permission… he'd make sure I paid for it later. So at first I refused to move and X just smiled at me evilly, before saying "You're thinking of being disobedient now? After you've already got a monster-size cock inside of you? Go ahead. I'll start a commotion so people will look over here and wonder why you can't stand up. Or I'll slip under the table and start sucking your clit so you can't help but cum screaming in front of a roomful of people. Or I'll cut you off completely- and you'll have to find someone else who'll satisfy all your dirty little needs." I was breathing even more heavily as he spoke, filled with rage, and fear that he'd make good on any of those threats. He continued speaking in his husky voice. "Now start moving that cunt and grind on that cock- or I'll get the ass plug that I also slipped into your purse and I'll fill up both your holes right here, right now."

Icy terror at the thought of this happening prompted me to start moving. Slowly, I started grinding my hips back and forth. The intrusive cock moved with me and stretched me even fuller, and I felt X increase the tempo of his drumming fingers. I was all but hyperventilating, trying not to cum, while X watched my face intently. "Don't you dare cum," he said. I tried thinking about anything to take my mind off it- math problems, an issue with work I had yet to address, my crabby and horrifically ugly college professor, things like that. So far, so good. But then X, who saw that I was keeping it under control, said "What a good little cunt you are!" and that was it for me. It felt like the top of my head came off as wave after wave crashed over me and I came hard… and loud! People were turning to look, which added to my mortification, which added to the pleasure, and I came again! Moaning and grunting and swearing like a sailor. Men looked intrigued and women looking disgusted- and maybe jealous- and I saw the waiter and maitre d' hurrying towards our table with a look of alarm on their faces. I couldn't even look at X, I was too busy trying to reign in my raging arousal and get myself under control. 

"Is everything okay here? Madam, are you well? Do you need a doctor?" The elderly maitre d' asked me this while the stupid waiter looked on. If I wouldn't have been trying so hard to get myself together I would have laughed at them- hadn't they ever seen a woman cum before? I just kept my head down and my eyes averted. I leaned slightly towards X, and whispered "Please… please help!" I was desperate for this to be over. I heard X give a snort at my plea, but to my surprise he turned to the waiter and maitre d' and offered an apology on my behalf. He mentioned that I had a "condition" which caused sudden outbursts like that, and he promised it wouldn't happen again. They graciously nodded and said they understood, and left us alone. Slowly, gradually, the eyes of the other restaurant patrons left us and everyone went back to their meal. Except for me and X, of course.

I could feel him staring at me, disapproval radiating off of him, but I couldn't bring myself to look back at him. "Were you allowed to cum just now?" he asked. I shook my head no. "Did I give you permission to behave like a whore and cum in front of everyone just now?" Oh, the shame… I moaned and shook my head no again. His husky voice dropped another timbre and he asked, "Do you think you should be punished for this?" I felt a tear start in my eye, partly because I was so ashamed for cumming without permission but also because I was so ashamed that I even felt the need for further punishment. He took my silence as rebellion, and reached out to twist my nipple painfully. I gasped and he asked me again, "Do you? Answer me- should you be punished for this tonight?" I gave in, and nodded once for yes, lost to my desires. I would be punished that very evening for my disobedience.

On the way home I was forced to wear both the ass plug and the huge dildo inside me as I sucked his cock into my throat. The rest of my punishment that night will have to be told another time…

Blackmailed!



It is 1990, and I am in my first job. I was just 25, had an MBA in Marketing and a PG in IT and had joined this organization run by Mr. Mohan Dass. Mr. Dass was in his mid 50s but was a very shrewed businessman. I was directly under Mr. Dass and was supposed to take care of all his activities with an additional responsibility to handle IT.

It was now more then 3 months and I was handling my job well. Mr. Das was really impressed and had made my job permanent and also gave me a good hike and also a nice place to stay with all facilities. Being a bachelor and with all the facilities I was feeling on top of the world. 

Mr. Dass was going on a 4-week business visit to Europe and US. Mr. Dass assigned me with more responsibilities including finance, as he would be off for 4-weeks. I accepted, as it was a challenge. He called me to his residence a day before he left as he hand to handover some important documents. I reached Mr. Dass's posh residence on dot but Mr. Dass was not there. I had to wait for him in the guest room and here is where I meet Mrs. Dass for the first time!!

I was surprised to notice that Mrs. Dass was very much younger compared to Mr. Dass and was in her Mid 30s. She came in and as I stood she just put a cover containing some official documents and informed me that Mr. Dass had asked her to handover the same to me. I picked up the cover and before I could say anything the lady had vanished!! I understood from my driver that Mrs. Dass was a very arrogant and strong-headed lady and did not care for people in and around her. 

Within an hour I got a call from Mr. Dass and he told me that he would be departing and just wanted to speak to me once. He told me that I was young and I had a lot of responsibility and he was expecting a neat, clean, responsible job from my end during his travel. I promised him that I would do my best and he wished me good luck. 

Five days had passed and things were moving well. It was a Saturday morning and I was getting into my car I got a call on my mobile. It was from Mr. Dass's residence. I picked up and it was Mrs. Dass on-line. She told me that she urgently required Rs.5.0 L. I told her that I would call her back as soon as I reached office. She was pissed with my answer and told me that she wanted the money within an hour, as it was an emergency.

I reached office and informed the cashier and pulled out cash of Rs.5.0 L, signed the voucher and rushed with the money to Mrs. Dass. Mrs. Dass was in her club and was surprised to see her welcome me with a smile. She took the money and thanked me and offered me some coffee. I agreed and as we sipped coffee Mrs. Dass asked me about my family and also about my comfort working with her husband and their organization. This also gave me ample time to have a nice look at Mrs. Dass. 

She must have been in her Mid 30s, around 5.3 or 5.4, fair, very stylish and modern with a decent figure. She cloths revealed enough skin to make my COCK a bit Hard. She had decked up herself with makeup and weird jewels. As I finished my coffee I bid goodbye and was off and back in office. 

I reached home by around 7.00 made myself a drink and as I sipped I started to think about Mrs. Dass. She was an arrogant and a head-strong lady ok, but she was pretty and sexy too. My COCK became Hard thinking about Mrs. Dass. Soon I had my dinner and got some Disturbed sleep with my Erect, Hard, Oozing, thinking about Mrs. Dass.

Monday was as usual. I was in the office by around. 9.00 AM and enough work. By around 4.30 in the afternoon I got a call from the finance manager and he informed me that I had to rush immediately to Mr. Dass's house as the "Madam" had some queries on some of the financial transactions. I reached Mr. Dass's house by 6.30 PM. I was told by the servant that Mrs. Dass was in the backyard and took me to her. 

Mrs. Dass saw and asked me to be seated. She was running through the files for nearly 5-7 minutes and was silent without speaking a word. Even the Finance Manager was silent and we were looking at each other. Suddenly Mrs. Dass threw the file on the table and looked at the finance manager and told him that there is a difference of Rs.500000/-. The manger picked up the file and after duly running through it he told Mrs. Dass with a smile that the Rs.5.0 difference was because I had taken cash of Rs.5.0 L for personal use. I was stunned to hear this. I took the file from the manager and I saw the voucher. I recalled that I had signed to voucher with out filling it as I had full trust on the manager and he had misused it.

I explained to Mrs. Dass that situation and also asked her to recall that I had taken the money from the office and had given the same to her in the club. She was now fuming, 

" How dare you throw the blame on me? When did I ask and when did you give? You have misused and you are now blaming me?? Do you have any proof??" she asked and I had no answer. I was dumbstruck!!

She asked the manager to leave, as she wanted to speak to me in person. The manager left me alone and I was sweating not knowing what to do. She got up from her seat and started to walk around me, "Recall...what did you do with the money??" she asked. I looked at her and she was smiling!! "You know your job is at stake!! Hope you understand" She said. I nodded. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked and she smiled, "What am I doing?? It is you stupidity, which has landed you into this mess. What can I do about it?" she questioned back. She still walked around me as I had buried my face with my palms thinking what to do? I could not get any answer!! 

"Well, is there anything I can do to get out of this mess?" I asked

She suddenly stopped walking and turned towards me with a smile, "That is like a good boy!!" She walked back and sat opposite to me. "Well I have some work for you, if you do it satisfactorily I will see to it that you are out of this mess" She said.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Well... nothing much...I am sure you will love the job I am going to assign you" She said and started to walk into the house asking me to follow her. 

We were now in the first floor and soon we entered a huge room, which I supposed belong to Mrs. Dass. "Just wait here...I will be back" she said and vanished. The room was beautifully furnished and was covered with soft carpet, there was a huge bed, and the room was full of weird flowers and lovely antiques. " Well, do you like my room??" I heard Mrs. Dass asking and I turned around to answer her. I was stunned by seeing Mrs. Dass!!

She was wearing a thin cream color nightie and was totally naked. I could see her breasts, pierced navel and her pussy hair!! She came towards me...she put her arms round my neck "So you like what you are seeing!!??" She questioned. My mouth was dry and I was gasping and did not know what to answer.

"FUCK me Hard, fill me with you COCK, Cover me with you CUM...Fuck my Pussy, Lick my Ass and fill my mouth with your COCK!!" Just do this!! And I will get you out of the mess" she said and pulled me towards her!! 

Before I could say anything she went down on her knees and unzipped my fly and pulled my Hard COCK out... and straight away put it into her mouth!! I moaned and her soft hands started to squeeze my balls and her tongue ran through the length of my COCK!! "WOW...see how Hard, Erect and Long it is" she said as she started to SUCK me. 

After licking my Candy for nearly 10 minutes she came up and before I could say anything she put her lips on mine and we kissed. She tasted salty due to my pre-cum and she slowly started to disrobe me. Soon I was naked and my huge, hard cock was dangling between my legs.

I put my arms around her by her supple, slender waist and pulled her and started to kiss her, first on the lips and then started to move downwards. I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipple, which were erect. I started to knead her tits and took them in my mouth. I licked her nipples and chewed them and she was moaning and crying...I pulled her erect nipples hard and bit them...I pushed her on the sofa and spread her legs. She had shaved her pussy and had left a tuff of hair just on top...The Pussy was pink and tight...but was WET!!

I slowly parted the pussy lips and touched her wetness and she sent out a loud moan, and soon my fingers started to play with her pussy!! She was moaning and banging her ass on the sofa and slowly I inserted my fingers and started to finger-fuck. She was in such a state of Arousal that she pulled my hand and bit me hard and I started to bleed!! 

As my finger moved in and out she was moaning loudly and squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples!! She suddenly gave a huge cry and soon her pussy sent out gallons of CUM!! This was the first time I saw a lady ejaculate So Much. I took some her Cum and applied over her soft tits and belly!! She pulled my hands and started to lick and taste her CUM and she was still gasping. 

I started to lick her CUM of her tits and belly...her moans continued and soon I buried myself between her legs and started to tongue-fuck her!! Her moans increased and she started to pinch & squeeze her breasts and nipples!! She was soft and wet but was so tight!! I even stared to lick her ass-hole...she was moaning, "I want Your COCK inside...Please" she said

I took my pre-cum oozing COCK and slowly started to insert...she was tight but due to her wetness I slide in quite easily. Soon my COCK was completely en-gulfed by her pussy and I started to move in-and-out. "Harder, Harder" she commanded and I started to Bang...Her moans filled the room...I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as I rammed her pussy!!

"Fuck me harder, deeper...give every inch of you COCK to me...Bang me hard" she cried soon she gave a loud cry and I could feel her CUM gush out...It was too much for me to hold...on hearing my moan she cried, " CUM inside me please..." she and with a few more strokes I Blasted my Hot, Thick, White Lava right inside her pussy...I just kept Cumming and soon my CUM filled her pussy and flowed out...I slowly pulled my Wet, Limp cock out and fell next to her...completely exhausted!! 

I felt Mrs. Dass's tongue over my COCK. She was licking my COCK, which had some mingled CUM of both of us...she cleaned my COCK with her saliva and came up and kissed me... "How are you feeling??" She asked and I smiled back, "mmmm...Get ready fast!!" she commanded, "I want you in my Ass" she said and went down on me again and started to lick and suck my cock and balls...Soon I regained my lost glory. I was become Big, Hard and Erect ready for Action!!

I turned Mrs. Dass over and started to kiss her buttocks...I slowly opened her ass-cheeks, Her ass-hole was tight and pink...I touched it and she moaned...I started to knead her ass-cheeks and lick her tight ass-hole...Her ass-hole was wet with my saliva but still a bit tight...I pulled some lotion which was lying on the table and applied on my COCK and her Ass-hole and slowly started to Drill her Ass...

Inch-by-inch I started to move in and with a few minutes I was completely inside her...tears was running down her cheeks due to pain but she encouraged me to FUCK!! I started to move in-&-out slowly...she was moaning with Pleasure and crying with Pain!! After a few strokes things started to ease out!! She was comfortable and even for me I could feel that it was more, easier and I increased my speed!! I caught her by her waist fucked her hard and her moan and cry filled the room...her hands were squeezing my balls and I was fingering her wet pussy!! She was dripping and the carpet below was sticky and wet...I have a Huge moan and sent out spurts of CUM filling her ass...her ass absorbed every drop and slowly pulled my cock out!! 

After some time I took a shower and wrapped a towel around me. Mrs. Dass joined me with two glasses of whisky and sat on lap and we sipped the scotch. She told me that Mr. Dass had lost his potency and she was completely deprived of Sex and was very much obligated, as I had fulfilled her desire. She tore and threw the voucher and told me that she was very sorry for misusing my loyalty. 

She again started to pay with my COCK. My COCK became hard and erect. She made me lay on the sofa and poured whisky on my cock and started to lick it... She massaged my balls and her tongue moved like a snake all over my erect Manhood. She wrapped her fingers around my COCK and started to move it up and down...she kissed the my COCK-Head and licked the pre-cum what was oozing...After nearly 15 min of mouth fucking I came and she caught come of my CUM in her mouth and some poured out of her small mouth. She licked me clean and we slept in each other's arms. 

This became my daily routine. After office hours I used to meet Mrs. Dass and Fuck her. We fucked in the Car, my apartment, in the garden... This went on for 2 weeks and there were now 3 days left for Mr. Dass's arrival. Mrs. Dass was a bit afraid and I promised not to relieve anything to anybody!!

I remember it was exactly 2 days for Mr. Dass's arrival and I got a courier. I opened this and was stunned to see the content. It had two photographs. One was showing Mrs. Dass sucking my cock and I pouring my CUM onto her and the second one was me fucking her Ass!! There was a letter, which asked me to come to a particular address. As I did not have a choice I reached the address by 7.00 PM. 

What happened there is a completely another episode...wait and watch!! 



Blackmailed



I staggered through the door and collapsed onto the sofa after a long day. I looked in the mirror and saw myself as I started the day-the same pale skin, the same long ginger hair, the same hoodie and miniskirt-but I felt like crap. I reached for the TV remote when I heard a noise from upstairs and steps thundering down them.

My brother, Josh, poked his head into the room and followed with the rest of his body. I saw that he was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans which matched mine.

"How you doing, Sophie?" he asked, smiling at me in a way that could not have been good. 

"Why do you even care?" I asked him coldly. 

"Because of what you did last night, sis." he replied, causing fear to bubble in my stomach.

"Why? What did I do last night?" I asked, trying to keep the dread from my voice. 

"You don't remember?" He asked me, still grinning "You got absolutely sloshed is what happened. You came charging into my room at something like 1am and jumped on the bed like crazy, waking me up. Then you started dancing and posing for me, in your tank top and short skirt. I even have the photos here..." he told me, getting his phone out.

He cycled through the images until he found the ones he was looking for, and my jaw dropped in horror. There was picture after picture of me dancing and posing for the camera, one in particular (which Josh claimed was his favorite) was of me spreading my buttcheeks and looking back while grinning like a monkey at the camera. 

Dread filled my heart as I asked Josh a question: "Brother, y-y-you haven't p-put those photos o-onl-line...have you?"

This question caused Josh to grin even more broadly: "Well, that depends on you, sis. I'll promise not to put the photos online-but you'll have to do something for me in return." he said in a triumphant way.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

Josh continued in his triumphant voice: "Well, you were my little slut last night-but all that happened was I took photos. I want that to change today, from now on, you're my slave. That means you do as I say and follow my rules, but while mom and dad are here you will act completely normal. Rule one: you are no longer allowed to wear underwear at home, now turn around and bend over. I want to see that nice ass while I talk to you."

The words that came out of Josh's mouth disgusted me-his slave? Me? But I didn't have any say in the matter-I turned around, bent over the sofa, and slid my panties down my legs.

"Thats a better view" Josh commented "Rule two: you must not tell anyone about our little deal, understand?"

I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, but instead, I said "Yes, sir."

"Rule three: you must do whatever I ask without any hesitation whatsoever, understand?" 

"Yes, sir" I replied, disgusted with myself for getting into that mess at all.

I felt a hand slap my buttcheek and a single tear leaked from my eye. Josh felt my buttcheek and started talking to me: "Nice, very nice. I've been longing to do that since last night, sis. You know, I've always had a thing for you, but I never did anything because I knew how you'd react. But now-" he pinched my nipples, causing another tear to leak from my eye "-now I can do whatever I like with you, my little slut." He said, slapping my face.

"Take off your hoodie." he told me, knowing I'd have to obey. I unzipped the hoodie and slid it down my arms: "the shirt, too" I slid my shirt off over my head, revealing my bare breasts "You don't wear a bra. Interesting..." Josh commented.

I felt Josh's finger brush my exposed pussy and I hoped he didn't notice me shiver with pleasure, but-"So, you enjoy that?" He asked, before penetrating my pussy with two of his fingers, causing me to shake slightly, he started moving his fingers inside my pussy, before he pulled them out and put them to my mouth: "Suck them, slut." 

I sucked his fingers, not being able to object, and he asked me a sarcastic question: "You like the taste of your pussy juices? Or do you like sucking my fingers?" I felt his other hand start to tease my asshole, but he didn't put his finger in "No." he told himself "I can save that for next time..." He took his fingers out of my mouth and gave me another command "Kneel, slut."

I did as he told me, I knew what he was going to do, what was going to happen to me-and sure enough he stood in front of me and took his shirt off, then undid the belt on his jeans. His jeans fell to the floor and he stood in front of me with a bulge in his boxers. "Take it out, slut." he told me, and I slid his boxers off, causing his 8.5 inch dick to slap the cheek of my open jaw, noticing my look of surprise, he smiled and informed me "That's right, sis. Your brother has a big dick. You know what to do."

I did know what to do, and with a sudden thought that I might actually enjoy it, I started stroking my brothers dick. After a few seconds, I started licking the tip, causing him to sigh slightly. I moved my head down lower and put the head of his dick in my mouth, still massaging it with my tongue. "Oh...Sophie..." Josh moaned, in response I moved my head down lower his dick and started moving my tongue in circles around his cock. To my suprise I actually found I like the taste his dick left in my mouth, moved down further and couldn't go anymore, but my tongue was circling it like crazy.

"Why do I like this so much?" I thought to myself "I should be feeling disgusted, but I feel...pure."

"That's enough of that." Josh told me, and I took his dick out of my warm, wet mouth, still stroking it. Josh pulled a condom out of his pocket and took the packing off before rolling it down his 8.5-inch rock hard erection. "Lie down, Sophie. I'll do the work this time." He told me, grinning again at my panting in anticipation. I lied down on the floor and felt his dick brush the top of my pussy, making it leak slightly with wetness, he rubbed his erection over my cunt, before penetrating it with his cock and sliding it all the way in.

I felt pain, but with pain came pleasure-a lot of pleasure. I shook violently as he filled my pussy with his throbbing dick and screamed in pleasure, tears leaking from my eyes-tears of happiness. I panted slightly as he started to fuck my dripping wet cunt deep and slow. 

"Oh, Joshua...its so big..." I breathed at him, in response, he grabbed one of my boobs and started fucking my pussy faster, harder. I panted harder and moaned more as his dick filled my dripping pussy again and again, getting faster with each push. "Oh, let me cum, brother!" I cried "Please let me cum!

"Yes, cum Sophie! Cum all over my dick!" He told me, and I screamed loudly and shook uncontrollably as I came all over the dick fucking my pussy. "That's it, Sophie. Good girl!" 

Joshua told me, starting to pant himself.

He kept fucking my cunt for another minute and sighed "Oh, you're going to make me cum!" then he pulled out and whipped off the condom-"Sit up." he commanded me, stroking himself. I did as he says and saw his big cock explode his load all over my face and boobs. 

Joshua fell back onto the sofa, panting and I tasted a bit of his cum "Delicious." I commented, before joining Josh on the sofa.

We lied there for about a minute and Joshua told me "Sophie, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time." 

"You know what, brother?" I said back "Post those photos online if you want-as long as we get to fuck whenever you want." 

"Oh, right the photos..." Josh said, going through his pocket and grabbing his phone. He went through the photos, and started deleting them, except for his "favorite" one. "You know what, sister? You were such a good fuck, I'll let you make the decisions about it from now on." He told me, smiling.

I replied "Well brother, this could be the start of a brilliant friends-with-benefits-ship." We smiled at each other. "A very good one indeed..."



Blackmailed



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Blackmailed



There was this nasty character that lived up the road from me. A walking asshole is how I tended to think of him. He had a top of the line PC system, though, and he did recognise talent when he came across it. That's why he used to have me do any repairs he needed to his system. The only catch was that I had to go to his place to do the repairs and he would sit by my shoulder the entire time I was there, making sure I didn't snoop in his files. I suspected that he had a pile of porn he didn't want me stumbling across.

This guy finished up dead in a car accident and, in my opinion, his going left the world a better place. His widow promptly started flogging off his stuff and I picked up his PC system dead cheap. Mind you, the way PCs depreciate, dead cheap was still a fair price. 

Just as a matter of curiosity I went fishing through his directories before doing a big clean up. Normally when I get hold of a complete system I just wipe everything but the basic software, though I do retain the licences and activation keys for any software, if possible. I can always resell the packages. 

I found pretty much standard porn and I just scrubbed that. There was nothing particularly exotic or artistic about it; just run of the mill junk. Then I came across this hidden folder. It also had some porn in it.

I flicked through the stuff, wondering why he'd had this porn in this special folder. It was all pretty amateurish stuff, not worth putting on the net in the first place. What was so interesting that he required a special folder for it? The answer lay in a little spreadsheet in the folder.

It identified the people, what their secret was, and how much he reckoned he could blackmail them for. About this time it occurred to me that maybe his car accident wasn't an accident, in which case I hoped the cops never resolved the case. Then I set to work to delete that stash of blackmail material. He had a dual backup system on two external hard drives and I wiped those suckers and then reformatted them. A final defrag of the main drive and that blackmail data was irrecoverable.

One little thing I did do. I took a copy of the spreadsheet, making a note of names and numbers. I figured a series of anonymous phone-calls would leave a number of people very relieved.

After I'd finished my good deeds I forgot about it. Then I had this knock on the door. There were a couple of very polite gentlemen there. Sorry to intrude and all that, but they were of the understanding that I'd bought Joe's computer system. He'd been a dear friend of theirs and they'd like to purchase his system. I politely explained that while I was quite willing to sell them the system, at a slight profit, of course, it was only fair to let them know I'd deleted any excess software. That was OK, by them. How did ten grand for the lot sound?

Ten grand sounded fine by me. I took the money, in cash, oddly enough, and delivered them the entire system. If by some chance they couldn't find what they wanted, they'd been warned. Then I went to the bank and deposited the money, just in case they changed their minds.

I did hear from them after a couple of days. They called to say they couldn't find some documents they needed. Did I have any backups of Joe's stuff? I humbly apologised. The two backup hard drives were with the things I'd sold them, I assured them, but I had also cleaned those out of extraneous crap so that they had a system that was just like new. I was quite eloquent on what a superb system they now had, almost factory fresh. I heard some rather sulphurous cursing before they hung up.

That was it for the gentlemen who purchased the PC. I'd sent off messages informing certain people that photos of them had accidentally been destroyed and that they would need to sit for new ones. I also suggested that any ongoing payments in regard to photos should be held in abeyance until the company were able to prove they still had a copy. The only messages I got in return were thank you for the information but they didn't think they would choose to re-sit for those photos.

I then forgot about the matter. The forces of evil had been smitten on the nose and all that crap. Life went on as normal.

A few weeks later I was strolling through the local mall when I saw this pretty young thing. She looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her. She went into Gloria Jeans for some coffee, so I decided to join her.

I got a cup of coffee and wandered over to the table where she was sitting and sat opposite her. She promptly gave me the cold shoulder.

"Do you mind? This is my table and I'm expecting company."

"And now you have it," I said. "Me. I'm not trying to pick you up but I'm sure that I've seen you somewhere recently and that I know you rather well. I'm just trying to figure out who you are. I thought talking to you might jog my memory."

"Well, I don't know you and I'm not really interested in getting to know you. Goodbye."

She lifted he hand and gave me a goodbye wave, indicating my absence was preferable to my presence. When she did that I spotted a butterfly tattoo on her wrist. Memory kicked in.

"Got it," I said triumphantly. "I saw a photo of you recently. That's why you looked familiar. Your butterfly tattoo reminded me."

I smiled and got up to depart. I'd also recalled just where I'd seen her photo. She chipped in before I could leave.

"I don't do photos. You must have me mistaken with someone else."

I shouldn't have succumbed to that evil streak but I couldn't resist.

"Oh, it was you alright. I remembered because of the butterfly. You have a matching one on another part of your anatomy. Well, can't stay. It's been nice meeting you."

She'd gone slightly pale. The matching butterfly was on her mons. Not one that I should ever have seen. I walked off, leaving her there.

I was in my workroom a couple of hours later when the doorbell rang. I answered and my little butterfly was there. She promptly pushed past me and into the house, where she proceeded to say a few rude things about my character and ancestry. When she finally drew breath, I chipped in.

"Ah, is there something I can help you with?"

"You've got my photo. I want it. I want it deleted and I want it done now. Otherwise I'm calling the police."

"I doubt you'll call the police," I said calmly. "Too much publicity. I'll tell you what. You take your clothes off so I can be sure you're the right woman and I'll make sure your photo is deleted."

I received a few more rude descriptions, but no threats about the police. I just politely waited for her to run down. She finally did and stood there glaring at me.

"Right," she said, and proceeded to strip, glaring daggers at me the entire time.

She had a lovely figure, far better in person than the rather crappy photo that had been on Joe's computer. 

"All right, now I want those photos removed," she demanded and soon as she had finished stripping. 

"If you'll just turn right round so I can be absolutely sure," I murmured, twirling a finger.

She did so, muttering nasty threats under her breath.

"OK," I said. "I would have to say that yes, you were one of the people on Joe's computer when I bought it. You'll be happy to know that all the photos have been deleted already and all the backups wiped. Not a photo remains."

She took a moment to digest this.

"They've already been deleted?"

"Uh-huh. Joe died a few weeks back and I purchased his system. I found his little cache of naughty people and cleaned it out quite thoroughly. I even notified those people where possible. If I remember correctly there was a man's name associated with your photo. He was notified and acknowledged the message."

She was even angrier at that.

"That son of a bitch knew the photos were gone? The bastard didn't say a word to me about it."

Then she seemed to recall that she was standing there nude.

"If there are no photos, why did I have to take my clothes off," she shrieked.

"Um, you didn't. I was quite surprised that you did so. Normally when I ask a woman to take off her clothes I just get laughed at. I must admit you made an interesting change."

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She did this several times. It appeared she couldn't think of anything nasty enough to say to me.

"Look at it this way," I told her. "I am now one hundred percent satisfied that you are the girl I remembered from the photo, so you can be sure it's gone. Also, it was a terrible photo. You are much lovelier in the flesh. And your little butterfly is quite charming."

I reached down and stoked her butterfly. She yelped and jumped back.

"Don't you touch me," she snapped, a hint of panic in her voice. "I'm getting dressed and then I'm out of here."

"If you insist. There are a couple of other options you should consider first."

"Yes?" she said, sounding very suspicious.

"You might like to sit down and examine my PC to make sure I haven't got your picture. There aren't many photos on my PC so you should be able to check it easily enough. Of course, I would expect you to put off getting dressed until after you've checked."

"I'll trust you," she snapped. "What was the other option?"

"Bribery," I said. "If you were to ravish my body I would be putty in your hands, only too willing to show you how clean my system is."

"Forget it. I have no intention of ravishing your body. If there's nothing else, I'm getting dressed and leaving."

"No that's all," I said, trying to sound regretful. "There is of course the matter of the hero's reward."

She was looking suspicious again.

"How much?" she demanded.

"Please," I said sounding shocked. "People don't insult the hero, me in this case, with anything so tawdry as money. I thought that everyone knew that after the hero, me, saves the lady, you in this case, she bestows her favours on him."

"You don't seriously expect me to go to bed with you, do you?" she asked huffily.

"Well yes and no," I said cautiously. "You will admit you're dressed for the occasion, but I see no need to mess up the bed when there's a lovely soft rug on the floor over there."

This time when I reached over I gently stroked a finger from one breast to the other, watching her nipples stand up as I touched each one.

"Not going to happen," she retorted, pushing my hand away.

"Yes, it is," I told her, "and you know it. You've known it ever since you got undressed."

I started racing her butterfly again. When she reached down to brush my hand away I cupped one breast.

"Will you stop touching me," she gasped, slapping at my hands.

"No," was the brief answer.

I took her wrist and towed her over to the rug, tugging downwards to encourage her to settle onto it.

"I'm not doing this," she hissed at me, even though she was now sitting on the rug. "You can't make me."

I was already undoing my belt, smiling as I looked down at her.

"I don't have to make you," I pointed out. "I'm just going to make love to you and you're going to permit it."

"But I've said no," she protested. "How can you say I'm going to let you?"

"What are you wearing?" I asked.

"Nothing. You know you made me take my clothes off earlier."

I was now as naked as she was and settling down onto the rug next to her.

"That," I said, cupping one breast and rubbing her nipple, "is bullshit and you know it. You could have told me to stick it but you got undressed. You've had ample opportunity to get dressed again but haven't bothered."

My free hand slid down past her butterfly and cupped her mound, squeezing slightly. She wasn't, I noticed, trying to push my hands away. I increased the pressure on her breast and she lay back, finishing flat on her back with me leaning over her. My mouth came down on her breast and bit gently.

She relaxed, letting me do what I would. She'd said no and been ignored. Honour was satisfied. What happened now wouldn't be her fault.

The next few minutes passed in relative silence. The relative referred not to actual words but to gasps and squeaks and such. I spent the time exploring a very delectable body. She spent the time being explored without resistance. Somehow or other, during the exploration, my erection had pressed against her tummy. She had immediately protected her tummy by taking my erection and holding it to one side, continuing to hold it out of the way, with quite a firm grip.

"Roll over," I told her, giving her a nudge in the required direction.

She obediently rolled onto her stomach. I patted her bottom.

"Lift it high," I murmured and she did, moving into a half kneeling position, bottom high and legs parted. I settled in behind her. She glanced around to make sure she knew what I was doing and then faced the front again, her rump quivering slightly in expectation.

I eased her lips slightly apart and pressed gently between them, establishing my bridgehead. Her lips closed wetly around the head of my cock as I settled into place. 

With my bridgehead established I was in a position to launch my main drive. I pushed forward ruthlessly, feeling her yield before my driving shaft. She gave a loud squeal as I took her, pushing back to accept me into her.

I pounded her good and hard. My arms reached around her to take her breasts and I squeezed and fondled them, enjoying the feel of them, while all the time my cock was pounding into her. I was taking long hard strokes, almost pulling right out before driving back into her, and she was squealing and sighing and gasping, moving with me eagerly, making sure that she pushed back hard against me, ensuring that I thrust into her as deep as possible.

I'd started off at a decent tempo, but slowly found myself increasing it. I was hot and wanting and she was responding nicely so why not push the limits? I moved harder and faster and she matched me, her every movement showing her to be as eager as me.

The curse of sex is that you know it has to end. You may not want it to, but your body makes its own decision in this matter. Mine was now in the act of making that decision. I fought it, holding it off as long as I could, eagerly pumping into my partner as my climax loomed over me, threatening me.

Then it hit me. Hard. I crashed hard into my love, my seed bursting forth in an unstoppable rush. She screamed and I could feel her closing around me, squeezing me tightly, riding her own climax into wildness.

We lay on the rug afterwards, breathing hard. As exercise, sex beats most things. All things, now that I think about it. I waited for her to surface.

Eventually she sat up and looked at me.

"Can I get dressed now," she asked, "or are you going to stall me again?"

"Be my guest," I said, still breathing heavily. "There are two minor matters however."

"And they are?"

"I've now had my reward of your favour for the first picture," I told her, "but there were ten photos of you. You'll have to come back tomorrow to thank me for the second picture."

"In your dreams," she muttered. "What's the second thing?"

"What's your name?"



Blackmailed!



The beautiful woman in front of me brandishes her riding crop before bringing it down on my back. I hear a soft giggle as I instinctively moan in pain. She brings her hand in front of her mouth, feigning modesty before she brings her hand to the top of my head and forces it down. I am on my knees, naked save a pair of boxers. The beautiful woman runs her fingers through my hair gently before bringing the riding crop down again. My mistress wears a lacy bra and her callipygian rear is accentuated by her boy shorts and her stiletto heels. 

"I am going to hear you say it," she purrs, running over my back with her crop. 

"Say what?" I shudder. I look up at her and for a brief second my blue eyes meet with her pair of verdant green eyes. Anger flashes across her face and she brings the riding crop down hard, harder than it has ever come down before. Her hand smacks me across the face and she pulls my chin up forcing my gaze into her eyes. 

"I have trained you better." 

"You are going to hear me say what, mistress?" 

The woman controlling me snickers. "I am going to hear you say that I own your body. That you will do whatever I bid and that you will worship me as I see fit."

"Please, mistress, please don't humiliate me like-" the riding crop comes down hard on my back and I howl in pain.

"Say it."

"You own my body."

The riding crop once again finds its mark on my back with a snap and again I wince in pain. "And?"

"And I will do whatever you bid. And I will worship you as you see fit, mistress." I breathe in deeply, bracing myself for another impact. I cast my eyes downward at her pedicured toes. I feel a hand reach down to my chin again and I feel my head being forced upwards once more.

"Good boy," she says. "Now remove my panties, I have grown tired of them. But you are only allowed to use your mouth."

*****

It occurs to me that I should tell how I found myself in such a predicament. My name is Alex Kern, and I work as an accountant at a medium sized catering company in Washington, DC. We have catered for a few people who matter in the government and many more who have such pretensions. There are only a handful of people in the office as most are out 'in the field' as we call it. The company hired a woman fresh out of college for IT work. Her name was Melissa Clarkson. She immediately caught my eye as she was not only beautiful but she had a certain vitality that made it difficult to look away. Her skin is milky white and unblemished and long tumbles of raven hair frame her striking face. Our conversations were stilted at first but we found some chemistry with each other. The thing I found most compelling about her was the fact that she never truly smiled or laughed; there would be a quick flash in her eyes or only the edges of her small lips would curl up. I felt a compulsion to get her to actually smile, to share her laugh with me. She always denied me that simple pleasure.

A few months after she was hired we were tasked with going to Atlanta to test computers that we considered buying for the office. The salesman was a complete hack and Melissa embarrassed him by asking questions he couldn't answer. The computers themselves weren't bad when we tried them out but were overpriced and we decided against the purchase. Throughout the day, she had been standing very close to me the whole time and flirting in her subtle way. After we ate at a shitty franchise restaurant we decided to return to the hotel and get a few beers at the bar. She let me get her a few drinks.

"Yeah, I just don't think those computers were capable of much." I said with a shrug. 

She leaned in and touched my arm. "You've never shown me what you are capable of..." she trails off.

I brush her aside to get a clear look at her face. "I am capable of terrible, terrible things. Would you like to find out?"

I suppose she picked this time to drop her subtlety. "I have a surprise for you. But you will have to follow me upstairs." Her little vulpine smile flashed across her face. I have always been a little awkward but I managed to pick this hint up. We found ourselves going to her room where she walked to the edge of the bed and sat, crossing her legs. 

She looked at me and tilted her head. "On your knees."

I took a half step back and a look of confusion spreads cross my face. "W-what?"

"I said get on your knees." She folded her arms. 

"You can't...I mean-"

She held a finger up to shush me. "Eight thousand two hundred and sixty seven dollars."

I looked up at her and my eyes widened in shock. "How did you..." I stammered.

She rolled her eyes. "That is how much you laundered from the company. I watched your computer and saw you do the whole thing."

"I needed the money for-" again she held her finger up to silence me.

"I don't care what you needed it for. And don't worry, I am the only one who knows. But I will need something out of you."

I felt my head sag. "What? Money?"

"Of course not silly. I need your body. I am to be your domme."

I looked up again, bewildered. "My what?"

"I am going to be your domme, and you are going to be my submissive toy. I will use you to satisfy whatever need I may have."

"This is ridiculous. I won't, I can't..."

"Police or the boss?

"What?

"Would you rather I go to the police or the boss first to tell them about your little scheme? It wouldn't be a problem," she mentioned, resting her chin on her hand. 

"Oh come on. Does it need to come to this?" I sighed.

"On your knees."

My mind raced. It was dumb to take the money but the boss was so careless with everything. I said there was some additional money he needed in taxes and put it in my own account. I did it all with the company computer, thinking no one was looking. But Melissa, crafty Melissa, mean Melissa saw the whole thing. Dumb dumb dumb. I scrunched my face up expressing pain and then my knees hit the floor.

"Good boy." She beckoned me over with her finger and I obeyed. "I am going to tell you how this works. I will beat you, I will humiliate you, I will fuck you until you beg for mercy." She caressed my face gently outlining my jaw until she got to my neck. She then dug her nails in me. "And I won't tell a soul. You are going to be at my beck and call. Whenever, wherever."

Our gazes met. "I will do it." I mutter.

She slapped me across the face. "You will address me as mistress. Or you will be punished."

I felt the sting. My face glowed red from the smack. "Yes, mistress."

She scooted back on the bed and removed one of her heels with a flourish. She revealed a small foot and toe nails in a beautiful purpurescent shade. "As a sign of your submission to me you are going to lick the bottom of my foot." 

I leaned in, tongue out ready to lick my domme's foot. I paused for a second and withdraw, disgusted at my obsequious actions. Melissa arched her eyebrows and erased all the doubt from my mind. I leaned in again as if drawn forward and lick her foot, slowly, from top to bottom. For the first time I heard her giggle. 

"Take your shirt off." 

I fumbled with the buttons and begin to disrobe. She bit her lip.

"Someone has been working out," she said, as she ran her hand through my chest hair. It was true, I had been hitting the gym and my chest was impeccable, if I may be immodest. She undid the top button of her blouse. "If you beg, you can see my chest. I know you want to. I have caught you looking."

"Please mistress, please let me see your chest." 

She frowned. "You can be better than that."

"Please mistress an unworthy toy like me is only good when serving a beautiful mistress. I could serve you, please you, do anything for you if you showed me your beautiful heaving breasts."

"That's better." She undid all of the buttons and whipped the blouse across the room, revealing a lacy red bra. I felt my manhood begin to stiffen and a pang of shame displayed itself on my face. She noticed my erection too and flashed a broad smile. "On the bed. Supine."

I stood up and lay on my back as my mistress commanded. She yanked off her skirt and crawled on top of the bed. She loosened my belt and pulled my pants off. I clenched my fists as I could feel that I was no longer in control of my own body. She straddled me and pinned my arms above my head. Her long raven hair fell to the side as my domme leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met and we began to kiss, or more appropriately she began to kiss me. Her hips moved over me slowly with sensual drawn out motions; she was feeling for my erection to know exactly what power she had over me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and I was overcome with lust and submissiveness. She withdrew and looked down on me as I tried not to show my lust. She placed her index finger at the bottom of my neck, pressed her manicured nail into my skin and slowly made her way down to by belly button with it. She smiled again as I tried in vain not to whimper in pain.

"You want to please your mistress?" She cocked her head to the side as she levied the question.

"Yes, mistress, I want to please you," I moaned. She got off me for a second and took her panties off. The sight of her thick bush sent a wave of anticipation down my spine. She placed them on my face and I got a whiff of her scent. I heard her snicker and toss them aside. I felt her body on mine as she moved up and lowered herself on to my face. I could not hold myself back and started working her clitoris with my tongue. On her clitoris I spelled the name of my blackmailer. M-E-L-I-S-S-A. Melissa, mean Melissa. My domme. She gave a low moan and gave my brown hair a tug, pulling me further into her. I picked up the pace and was rewarded with her moving her hips into me. Her moans became louder, more primal. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris more deftly, knowing what pleased my domina and more desperate to bring her to orgasm. Her legs began to shake and her moans reached a fever pitch. She shrieked her orgasm out and let my head down. She sat on my chest and looked down at me. I felt her hand tracing my lips, blessed with her honey. She opened my mouth with her hand and stuck her index finger and middle finger in. 

"Suck them. Be my submissive whore." I sucked them eagerly. She smiled an evil smile at me and began to move her hips sensually on my chest. "Oh don't worry. I am going to fuck you. Your body is my pleasure tool." She took her hand out of my mouth and removed her bra unveiling her breasts. She giggled as I ran my tongue over my lips. "Thirty four D, if you are curious." She moved back and lowered herself on to my rock hard manhood.

She looked me dead in the eye as she began to work me. Every hip thrust was long slow and drawn out and I grabbed the sheet in pleasure. She placed her hand on my chest, letting me know who was controlling whom. Air filled my lungs as my eyes rolled back in my head; she quickened her pace and I let out a moan. Every little precious finger on her hand dug into my chest and I yelped in pain. She moved her hips in a circle and every part of my throbbing erection was pleasured. Her other hand found its way to her long raven hair as she picked up the pace yet again. My toes curled and my legs locked as my domme skillfully built my orgasm. Her large breasts bounced temptingly as she used my body. 

Then she stopped and put her hands around my throat. "Beg for it. Beg for an orgasm," she hissed through clenched teeth. 

"Please mistress, please make me cum! I need it, I need it so badly," I uttered, stifling a moan. She clenched my throat more closely as she began to move her hips at a frenetic pace. Every thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through my body and I finally exploded inside her. She leaned back and blew the hair out of her face. She threw me a disgusted look and then spat on my face.

"You're going to have to do better than that. But don't be afraid. I will train you, pet." She got off of me and lay on her back. She grabbed the back of my head and brought me up to her breast. I started sucking as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

"I am going to have fun with you," she whispered in my ear. All I could do is nod. 

*****

So that's how I found myself, basically a sex slave to a sadistic coworker. The whip comes down hard again, and I know I must please my mistress.



Blackmailed



When I turned 18 I had a lawn mowing business for the summer. It was just me, and I used it to earn extra money. It all started about 6 months ago; I see a hot looking neighbor move in down the block. This guy must live to work out; I have never seen a guy wear so many different leather outfits. I had gotten a summer gig mowing lawns; hey it pays well for about an hour's work. I had fliers up around the neighborhood and had quite a few customers.

Then one day I got a call from a guy asking about me mowing his lawn. He asked me about prices and how long it usually takes me, and when I am available to mow. I tell him that it depends on the yard. He asks if I can come over and appraise his lawn for him, and I say sure and he gives me directions. I get halfway there before I realize it is him.

He is waiting for me on his front porch. I walk up and introduce myself. We walk around the yard and I quote him a price and he quickly agrees. I keep getting the feeling that he is checking me out, interesting because I am doing the same thing to him. He asks if I can start on Saturday, and I say sure.

About a month goes by and I hardly see him except when I am mowing the lawn and after when he pays me. But one Saturday when I am mowing his lawn he has to rush out, he tells me that he has to leave and that he can pay me my money if I come by later on that night at around 8 pm. I say no problem and finish his lawn. I go home and take a shower and change and lounge around the house and just take it easy for the rest of the day.

I get to his house about an hour early, I see his car in the driveway so I go on over, I also notice a motorcycle parked out by the street. I go up and knock on the door, a few minutes later he comes and answers it wearing a long black robe. His face looks really red and sweaty. I comment on that fact and he says he is working out in the wreck room. I say cool, and that I don't want to keep him, he hands me the money and I leave.

He shuts the door and I go to walk home, when I see him through a crack in the curtains in his wreck room. He drops the robe and I see he is wearing only a black leather jock strap. My curiosity is in overdrive. I go to the window and peek inside. There bent over a table with his hands shackled to the other side is a guy almost as hot as my neighbor, completely naked with a ball gag in his mouth.

I have never seen anything like it in my life and I am very turned on. I rub my crotch a few times through my jeans, and then realize that I am doing this out in the open, so I run back home. The next week is almost a blur; all I do is fantasize about what I saw. Saturday comes again, and I go a mow his lawn. After I'm done, he comes out and says good job, and to come in and he'll get me my money. I follow him in and shut the door behind me.

He is wearing black leather pants with a zipper running down each leg, a black tank top, and black leather boots. He hands me my money and I comment on his choice of clothes on this hot day. He laughs and says yeah, but that he had just found the pants in with some of his old clothes and wanted to see if they still fit him. I don't really buy that story, but hey, he looks hot to me. We chit-chat for a second or two then I say that I have to go. He says hang on a sec and that he wants to show me something. He puts in a video, and I see a night view of outside of a window. Then I realize that it is his window, and there I come up looking in. The video shows me spying on him and rubbing my crotch. I don't know what to say and he just looks at me like a predator. He asks what my parents would think if they saw this. And all I can do is hang my head in defeat and mumble that I am so dead, over and over again.

He tells me not to worry; that he can think of something else to do other than show my parents, but that it would cost me. I say okay but that I don't have much money. He says that he doesn't want money. I look at him puzzled and ask if he wants me to cut his lawn for free. He laughs and says no, and that he still is going to pay me for that. He tells me to follow him. I do and he leads me into his wreck room.

I recognize the table immediately. I he looks at me again and gives me the same evil smile and asks if it looks familiar. I say yeah. He orders me to strip, I hesitate but he holds up the tape, so I do as I am told, and he says, "Good, now get on your knees bitch!"

I ask, "What?" and he reminds me of the tape. I comply and get on my knees. He walks up to me and his crotch is in my face, and I can see his bulge through his pants. He tells me to unzip him and get to work. I unzip him and his hard cock leaps out at me. I stare at it and then look up at him in a questioning way.

He looks down and says, "Come on boy--blow me; you know how, and if you don't it's high time you learned." He forces me onto his cock and I start to do what I girls have done to me. It takes a few minutes to get used to it, but I get to like it. And I soon work up a nice speed. I am beginning to enjoy it and I start to moan and so does he. I use my tongue to work his cock head as I go up and down on his shaft.

He starts saying what a good cock sucker I am, and how I am a natural, and how he is going to use me more often. The thought of it makes me pick up speed. After a few more seconds he pulls me off of his cock. He pulls me to my feet and pushes me over the table. It's made of wood but the top is covered by black leather padding. He shackles my wrists the same the other guy was shackled. I feel him pull apart my ass cheeks and then something wet touch my ass hole.

He then goes to town with his tongue in my ass, darting and licking his tongue in and out, deep and hard. I am moaning and writhing on the table; I am in pure ecstasy. He has a hold of my ass cheeks to keep them spread. But he doesn't need to, I am loving his tongue action. I can feel my asshole quivering. I try to push back into his tongue, desperate for more depth. Then he stops. I feel something push up against my ass hole. I'm not sure what it is at first, and then I realize that he wants to fuck me. He looks at me bent over and says, "Now I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours!"

I tell him "no" and that I don't like that. I say that he is too big for me. I tell him that I'll suck him off and that I'll swallow even. He says no and then he starts pushing his cock inside me. I feel a lot of heat on my ass, like it is on fire, it hurts a lot. I actually feel when his cock head pops past my ass muscles. I tense up and grit my teeth, but he keeps pushing further and deeper inside my virgin ass. I tell him that it hurts and to stop but he doesn't listen; he just keeps pushing till he is all the way inside of me.

He just waits with his whole hard cock buried in my tight asshole. He lets me get used to the feeling of the cock, and then he starts to pump in and out slowly. I start to get into the feeling. He is really going slow. I am beginning to get over the pain of it. He goes all the way with the head almost popping out, then to all the way back in again. He starts to pick up speed. I am at this point going along for the ride. I am actually pushing my ass back to meet his cock. He grabs my hips and says, "Okay bitch-boy, you like that? Now I'm going to show you what it is really like to get fucked. I'm about to ram it home hard."

With that he starts plunging his cock all the way out of my ass and then all the way in again, every time he pulls out a nice popping sound comes from my ass. He is working my prostate so much that I am about to cum without being able to touch myself. I am loving the feeling of this anal drilling. I am moaning loud. I tell him to fuck me harder. I keep yelling, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" He doesn't disappoint. He is really enjoying taking my asshole for the first time. He keeps moaning and telling me to take his cock. He calls me all sorts of names. I just moan louder and take what he gives me.

I am still bent over and his thrusts are making my cock slide over the leather. This is bringing me close to cumming. The deep prostate pounding and leather on my cock finally sends me over the edge. I start spewing cum all over the table. With me cumming my ass starts to tighten involuntarily, and that pushes him over the edge. He pulls out and cums all over my ass. I lay there still unable to move, trying to catch my breath.

He unshackles me and says, "Good boy. Same time tomorrow, now go home, I have lots of shit to do today."

I quickly get dressed and leave. I get home and almost fall asleep when my body hits my bed. Oh what a day--and tomorrow...



Blackmailed



My name is Jonathan. I am by all means your average 18 year old kid. I get pretty decent grades, I am on the school soccer team, and I just got a new car for my birthday. Things were great until that one day that would change my life forever.

Being a normal 18 year old boy, I did what every single kid my age does: masturbate. I typically did this every day or so. I would get home from school around 4:00, seek refuge in my room and rub one out before anyone got home. I had my own computer so I was able to scour the internet for videos that tickled my fancy and typically these were videos that involved blowjobs and facials. There was always something so arousing about seeing a pretty girl with a dick in her mouth.

The day that changed my life forever came on October 4, 2013 when as I was ceremoniously jacking off while laying on my bed, Hannah burst in. Hannah and I were not great friends. She thought that I was a jerk of some sorts because of something that happened in middle school, which was actually very petty of her. Anyways, the two of us had been forced to work with each other on a project for chemistry and as it turned out we were meant to begin working on the project that day right after school.

"What the fuck are you doing", she asked.

"What are you doing? Why are you here?" I replied. 

"We were supposed to begin working on our project today but I guess you forgot."

"Shit. Alright give me a minute. Also, please don't tell anyone about this." I begged.

"Are you fucking kidding? Everyone is going to know about this tomorrow!" she said with a devilish look on her face.

Eventually I managed to talk her down from telling everyone at school and in exchange I would have to do something for her in the future. That was that and for the next few weeks we did our project and never spoke of it again. It did not last forever because the day before halloween she sent a text saying, "Tomorrow is the day.. Be at my house at 1PM tomorrow.. Don't be late (;" 

Halloween had begun and I arrived promptly at 1 because I did not want another reason to piss her off. 

When I knocked on the door she promptly answered wearing nothing but a robe. 

"Just in time. Follow me." she said as she turned from the door.

I followed her upstairs into her room and she instructed me to sit down in the chair in the corner of the room. 

She explained to me her plan for the night. I was meant to accompany her to a halloween party one town over. As she said this I was rather happy, I thought that my fate was going to be much worse than going to a party. However she was not done. She explained to me further that I would be going as her girlfriend, meaning that I was expected to be dressed as a woman. 

I sat dumbfounded. I couldn't go to a halloween party dressed as a girl, I would look ridiculous. I hardly had time to think anymore before she was dragging me into the bathroom.

She told me to take off all my clothes and to get in the tub. I hesitated knowing that I would have to be naked in front of her. Sensing this she told me that she had seen a dick before and not to be shy. So I pulled down my boxers and my average sized penis was out in the open.

"Alright", she said, "You need to shave your entire body. If you want to be a real girl you need to be shaved."

I immediately protested saying that people would make fun of me if I shaved my legs. She simply replied with a sharp stare and I gave in. It took a lot longer than I thought to shave my legs. My thick leg hair did not help the matter and after about 20 minutes I was finished. Upon finishing I put down my razor and gave a sigh of relief that I was done and relaxed in the tub.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked.

"I'm done" I quickly replied.

"No you're not. You still have to shave your pubes, ass, and your underarms. And you are lucky you don't have any chest hair" she said matter-of-factly.

I gave her an audible, "ugh" and got to work shaving my pubes.

"Don't forget to shave your balls!" she added.

After all was said and done I got out of the tub with skin so smooth I felt like a baby. As I ran my hands up and down my shaved legs I realized that it felt incredible and I started to get a little turned on so I immediately stopped.

After I got out of the tub, Hannah told me that it was time to do my makeup. She sat me down at her vanity and began working on my face. She first applied foundation, then pressed powder and then she began working on my eyes. First she used black eyeliner to line my eyes and then began brushing on black eyeshadow. She did this until both of my eyes were completely surrounded by black. She then put on false eyelashes and coated those in mascara. When I saw my face in the mirror all I could think of was how much I looked like a pornstar. 

Next, she told me, was the wig. She had picked out a blonde wig with semi-curly hair that came down past my shoulders. She fixed it to my head and the feeling of having hair against my back was foreign but I quickly got used to it. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realized that from the neck up I looked like a girl. Not only did I look like a girl but I was pretty hot.

"Stop admiring yourself. Its time to get dressed" Hannah said. "OK. Now I need you to put all of this on" she said pointing to the items she had just placed on her bed.

"What is all this stuff?" I asked.

She explained that the long silky black things were the thigh high stockings I was going to wear, and the other black things were a thong and a bra. 

"Do I really have to?" I asked as a last resort, not wanting to put any of this stuff on.

"Its too late now", she replied.

I put the things on and I couldn't believe that I was wearing lingerie. I had jacked off so many times to girls that were wearing things similar to this and I never thought that I would be wearing something like them. I also noticed that the stockings felt incredible on my legs. If I even accidentally rubbed my leg through the stocking I would start to get a little aroused and I did not want Hannah to see that so I tried to stop from touching myself.

Hannah told me to give her 15 minutes so she herself could get ready. During this time I just sat on her bed. I found my mind wandering about the silky lingerie I was wearing. How could this feel so good? As my mind began to do this I began to run my hands over my body and before I knew it I was completely aroused. Hannah was still going to take a few more minutes so I decided to relieve myself while she was waiting. 

I noticed a dirty clothes hamper in the corner of her room and grabbed a towel out of there and laid it on the bed. I stood up next to the bed and moved my thong to the side and began stroking my cock. It did not take long before I shot my load all over the towel. Just as I did this Hannah walked back into the room.

"Tuck your dick back in your thong, its time to put on our costumes." she said calmly.

When I looked at Hannah I noticed that she looked pretty much the same as me. The same makeup, lingerie, and even our hairstyles were the same. To an outsider we would pretty much look like twins.

Hannah gave me the costume which consisted of a very short black skirt, a white button down blouse and some fake hipster looking glasses. 

"Really? You expect me to wear this?" I asked.

"You're damn right I do" she said. 

We both began putting on our costumes and when I finished I noticed that the blouse was so small that you could easily see my bra because the shirt did not cover it. Also, the skirt barely covered my ass. If I bent down even a little bit someone would be able to see my ass and the thong I was wearing. But as I looked over, Hannah was wearing the same exact thing so I was a little relieved.

"Just one more thing", Hannah said.

She rummaged in her closet before she pulled out two identical pairs of heels. They were stilettos that were about 3 inches tall. I started to panic at the sight of them. I couldn't wear heels all night, I would fall! When I expressed my concerns to Hannah she said that I would be fine and that I would learn quick. Thankfully I was able to learn quickly.

As I was attempting to learn to walk in heels I started to think of how I felt about my situation. On the surface I hated what Hannah was doing to me but deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that I liked it a little bit. I thought back to looking at myself in the mirror and how incredible I looked. Hannah and I practically looked like twins. Suddenly I started to think of what was going to happen when we got to the party. My reverie was suddenly gone as Hannah told me it was time to go. 

Before Hannah whisked me away to the party she handed me a small purse. Inside of it she said were some tampons, condoms, and some lube. Upon hearing this I looked at her quizzically. 

"You never know what's gonna happen", she replied with a smile.

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We arrived at the party after a 30 minute car ride of Hannah telling me to stay by her side no matter what throughout the night. She explained that if I left her side I was likely to be approached by men. This was alarming because she did not want anyone to know that I was a guy. Hannah said that she was going to do all of the talking.

When Hannah and I first walked into the house I noticed a bunch of things. Firstly, I noticed the blaring music with a ton of bass and it was difficult to even hear myself think. Secondly I noticed what must have been 200 people crammed into this house and every single one of them was in a halloween costume. Most of the women were wearing things that were tight and revealing and undoubtedly slutty while the guys were wearing costumes ranging from caveman to superman. The final thing that I took notice of nearly gave me a heart attack. There glued to the staircase were greek letters. I quickly realized that we were in a frat house. 

I immediately asked Hannah why we were at a frat. Hannah explained to me that frats throw the best halloween parties and told me to relax, have fun, and stay by her side. I followed Hannah to the basement where all of the lights were off and there were people dancing. In one of the corners there were a bunch of guys handing out cups of some sort of juice. Hannah grabbed two of these cups and gave one to me and told me to drink up. To my delight the taste was rather enjoyable. 

Hannah then grabbed my hand and dragged me out onto the dance floor. As Hannah and I got onto the dance floor we began to dance in a normal way but before long there were guys behind us. Hannah and I made eye contact as she was grinding up against the guy behind her and suddenly I found myself doing the same. We danced for what seemed like hours but in reality was only 5 or 10 minutes. Sensing the pain I was feeling in my legs, Hannah grabbed me so that we could go and get another drink.

As we were standing around the bar waiting to get our drinks, Hannah began talking to a guy. He was black and probably about 6' 0" and very muscular. After about a minute of chatting he left and it was just Hannah and I again. This time we each got two drinks from the guys at the bar and Hannah told me to chug one of them. At first I was hesitant but upon seeing Hannah do it I obliged. Immediately after I finished my drink Hannah grabbed my hand and told me to follow her back upstairs. 

The main room was pretty similar to the basement except that the lights were on and I could see people all around the room dancing and in corners I could see people making out. As Hannah and I got to the main room though I began to realize that I was starting to get pretty drunk. I was having a little bit of trouble walking in a straight line and told Hannah that I think I needed to sit down.

"You'll be fine", Hannah said as she took another sip of her drink.

In the main room I spent most of the time standing next to Hannah as she talked to probably 20 different guys. I spent most of the time sipping my drink cautiously while trying to keep track of their conversations. I found this hard and eventually started to stop listening in general. Suddenly Hannah grabbed my hand once again and told me to follow her. This time we were going upstairs and I followed her until we were in some sort of bedroom. Hannah told me to sit down on the bed and that she would be right back. 

As I sat there alone, I began to think of the predicament in which I found myself. I was sitting in a bedroom, in a frat, dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. The situation could only be described as strange and I began to hope that this would all be over soon. Having time to think to myself made me realize how uncomfortable this entire situation felt and at this point I was ready for it to be over. 

A few minutes went by as I sat in this room, sipping my drink, pondering my predicament until finally, Hannah returned and she was not alone. With her were two large black guys, football-looking types. 

Hannah began talking, "Hey sis, I told these two guys about our fantasy and they were just super eager to make it come true."

Myself, confused and still definitely a little drunk gave her a blank stare. 

"Come on sis, you know what I'm talking about," as she said this she began to sink to her knees.

"We've talked about this forever and it is about time we make it happen."

Hannah then began undoing the belt of one of the huge guys to reveal his cock and then began eagerly sucking it.

Alarms immediately went off in my head as I became entirely aware of what was about to happen. I tried to get up and walk but the combination of drunkenness and my heels I was unsuccessful and the the other guy caught me before I fell to the floor. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there missy, be careful. You don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" he said as he sat me back on the bed. 

As I sat on the bed with the guys right in front of me, it was quite clear what he was hinting at but I was not going to let this happen. I merely looked up at him blankly.

All of a sudden the guy started to undo his belt and before I knew it his dick was right in front of me. I'm not sure how big it was, but it was definitely bigger than mine, definitely thicker. Despite his dick right in front of me I wasn't going to do anything.

"Come on sis, don't act like you've never sucked a cock before" Hannah said as she drew herself away from the dick she was sucking.

I still did not make a move and then the guy in front of me grabbed my hand and moved it towards his dick and all of a sudden I was touching him. 

"Stroke it baby" he said.

And I did, slowly but I did not plan on doing anything else. After a minute or so I began to pick up the pace and was stroking him faster now. It was then that Hannah pulled herself up from giving her blowjob, and got off of her knees and sat down right beside me and the man that she was sucking was now right in front of her.

"Look sis, I know that you are nervous to do this with me right next to you but, Mom always told us that we should do everything together. You and I both know that you have given a blowjob before so I think that it is time. Let's make Mom proud." Hannah said, trying to guilt me into blowing this guy in front of me. 

"Come on girl, make your Mom proud," the guy in front of me said.

Fuck Hannah. Why would she do this? Making me dress up like this wasn't enough, she had to make me a cocksucking faggot. With any luck I wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow and since that cunt backed me into a corner I guess I will just have to suck this guy's cock.

I gave Hannah a nod and grasped this man's cock before I decided to put it in my mouth.

I stroked it a few times while staring it down. I was still in disbelief that the night had come to this. Finally, I decided it was now or never. After stroking his cock for what seemed like hours (but was actually seconds) I took the plunge and put the tip of his dick into my mouth.

"There we go," the guy said as he grabbed my hair and pulled it back so that it wouldn't be in my way. A very nice gesture if I had actually wanted to be in this situation.

I started out very slowly by just putting the tip into my mouth and stroking his cock simultaneously. I began to slowly move my head up and down his cock but was only covering a small fraction of his cock. My best guess is that he was about 8 or 9 inches long. I was maybe able to get down about half of that before I began to gag. It was not long after I began to suck this guy that by my side I heard the unmistakable sound of a man cumming. 

"Thanks baby, that was amazing," said the guy that was standing in front of Hannah.

"Thank you," Hannah replied. "Now we just have to wait for my sis to finish up."

Great I thought. Not only do I have to suck a cock but now I have to do it with Hannah and some other guy watching.

"Come on sis, make this guy cum," Hannah said as she held my free hand. "Show him how to really suck cock."

I took this as a cue to start sucking faster, so I began to bob my head up and down faster. As I began doing this, Hannah began to guide my hand to her pussy. She began to spread her legs and I was suddenly rubbing her through her skirt. Hannah then began to hike up her skirt and move her black thong to the side so that I could rub her pussy properly. The entire time that I was rubbing Hannah's clit, I was still sucking this guy's cock and it was not long after I began to rub Hannah, that he began to moan. 

I was all of a sudden lost in this bizarre sexual encounter and found myself extremely turned on by the situation I was in, I wasn't quite sure why, but I was lost in the moment.

"Swallow his cum sis," Hannah said through her moans.

"Mhm," I mumbled through the cock

A few seconds after Hannah's command, he was cumming. I was still bobbing my head up and down and was not fully prepared for what it was like to have a man cum in my mouth. I didn't taste much but I had to work hard to make sure I swallowed it all. When he was finished cumming he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Holy shit girls, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen," the guy I was just blowing said. "I can't believe how hot you two are."

Then all of a sudden I heard another voice, it was a girl's.

"What the fuck?" 

I looked at the door and there were probably 6 or 7 girls and 3 guys standing there.

The girl spoke again. "What kind of slutty sisters shit is this?"

I was mortified and before I even had time to think, I bolted into the bathroom that was located in the room.

"Wait sis," Hannah said as she followed me.

I slammed the bathroom door and to my disdain, Hannah was in there with me. I began crying immediately.

"Stop crying," Hannah said.

I just ignored her.

"Stop fucking crying," Hannah said and this time she slapped me.

I stopped crying and looked at her.

"Why did you do this to me, huh? I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this. Why did you do this?" I just kept asking her the same questions and got no response and then out of nowhere Hannah began to get teary eyed.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" I asked very rudely.

Hannah stopped pouting and started to come around to answer my questions. "Have you ever seen me hanging out with anyone? Have you ever seen me talk to anyone at school? The answer is no, no one ever talks to me because they think that I'm a slut. Just because I got caught giving one blowjob at a party in High School I was deemed a slut. Sure I am pretty good looking but that slut label does not do well in High School. So what did I do? I started going to college parties where it is okay to be a 'slut', in fact it is almost encouraged. And why did I do this to you, I guess I wanted a friend, a friend to be stupid with."

I didn't know how to respond. I had no clue about all of the slut stuff and I was very much sympathetic to her.




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"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know about all of that stuff and if it means anything, if you're a slut I guess that means that I am too."

"No, I'm sorry," Hannah said. "I should have never made you do any of this shit, it wasn't right. I mean I made you dress up just like me and then I made you blow that guy and swallow his cum. I mean what guy would enjoy that."

"Yeah, well.." I replied, not wanting to let on that I didn't completely hate the experience.

"Wait, you didn't enjoy it, did you?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah Hannah, I completely enjoyed swallowing that guy's load." I tried to reply sarcastically so she didn't know my true feelings.

"Oh my god," said Hannah. "You totally enjoyed it."

"Alright fine I guess I did," I told her. I didn't really care that much that she knew, I mean she did just see me sucking a cock.

Hannah laughed, "I can't believe it! Looks like I made a friend after all!"

"I guess you did," I replied. "Now let's get outta here."

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"Leave, lets leave and go home," I replied.

"The night just started," Hannah said. "We can't leave yet. Besides you said you enjoyed yourself. What do you say we have some more fun?"

"I did have fun in the moment but I'm not sure that I should have done that," I replied. 

"Oh come on, you just said that you had fun and you called yourself a slut. Besides we already have the reputation of slutty sisters, so we might as well ride this thing out, we can be sluts together." 

Hannah's argument was pretty solid, plus I was still pretty sympathetic to her. 

"Fine," I said. "We can be sluts together, but first I need another drink."

"Oh my god, great," Hannah said. "Oh but first we need a name for you, how does Bambi sound?"

"Slutty," I said.

"Good, so the name fits," Hannah quipped.

"Fuck you Hannah."

"Hey you're the one that just sucked a guy off in front of your sister."

I couldn't argue with Hannah, she got me there.