Blackmail

Janice sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry, the game isn’t for everyone,” the trainer replied.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said, her wide eyes pleading. “That you wouldn’t think I was strong enough.”

“It’s OK,” he replied. “You don’t have to play.”

“But that’s exactly what I was afraid of,” she replied. Tears steamed down her cheeks. “Please. Don’t let me go.”

He held her tighter, “I’ve got you. You’ll be safe.”

She pushed him back. “That’s the problem,” she cried. “I don’t want to be safe.

His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t want this,” she said.

“What do you want?” he said reaching out and touching her hair.

She didn’t flinch and leaned into his touch. “I don’t want to be safe. I’m always safe. My life is safe. I have a safe job and a safe car and a safe family. I even have a fucking safe in my safe fucking house. I come here because it’s not safe. It’s the biggest thrill ever.” Janice looked at the ground and in a tiny voice said, “I come here to be gangfucked.” She raised her head and her voice. “You know what I really want? I want to be gangfucked and carried off the field like prey.”

The trainer comforting Janice looked up at the three others around her. One of them shrugged. Another raised an eyebrow. The third nodded. The first trainer ran his hand down Janice’s hair to the back of her head. He grabbed her hair in his fist and looked into her eyes.

She relaxed into him, the whites of her eyes showing. “Do it,” she said. “Please.”

Using her hair, he turned her head towards the trainer who had nodded. He pulled down his track pants and put his hand on the top of Janice’s head as he guided his cock inside her mouth. The first trainer pushed hard against Janice’s head until her face was pushed into his pelvis driving his shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Janice retched and gagged at the intrusion, her hands coming up to press against the thighs in front of her. The first trainer pushed and held until she gurgled and the struggles became frantic then he roughly pulled her back, holding her head back hard by her hair.

“Is that what you want, bitch?” he said.

Janice said only three words, “thank you,” followed by, “more.”

We all watched amazed as this strange, quiet and unassuming woman was throatfucked until her face was a mess of spit, cum, mucus and spoiled makeup.

Kelly, still standing next to me said, “she made the right choice to safeword out. But holy fuck, who would have guessed that there was such a shameless whore under that quiet exterior.”

We stared mesmerized as the first trainer emptied his balls into her mouth, cum dribbling down her chin. The next of the trainers had her bent over shoving his cock deep into her pussy while the last of the four fed his cock into her mouth and she got fucked front and rear.

Kelly shook her head slowly and said, “damn, it’s the right thing for her.” Then she turned to me, “but it’s not good for you. Your chances just changed to one in three.”

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Story 16

Blackmailing Tammie

I first noticed Tammie about two minutes into the semester. Late for class, she flounced into my lecture theatre, smiled an apology and took a seat, while I reminded myself that one of the true joys of academic life was the chance to have the full attention of girls like her.



She was 18 - just - with long black hair, a bewitching smile on a face made to be wrapped around a cock, legs up to heaven, the tightest ass I’d ever seen, and cute, red-painted toenails on succulent feet. Yeah, I’m a foot man, so sue me.

Over the years I’ve learned two facts about incredibly gorgeous young things like Tammie. First , they inevitably know just how fucking hot they are and just how much most men will do to get into their panties. Second - and hallelujah - they see their university lecturers as a challenge. They can fuck pretty much any student they want, whenever they want, but to get a lecturer so hot that he’d put his career on the line to fuck them - now that is a worthy challenge.

I have never been immune to the game myself. I am under no illusions about my own attractiveness, of course. But if a hot little slut like Tammie is going to throw herself at me - well, I’m only human. I’ve enjoyed my share of student pussy over the years.

As the semester progressed, I watched and enjoyed Tammie’s game of tease. Despite her youth, she was quite the expert, and seemed to instinctively recognise my foot fetish, so I was treated to a weekly parade of cute shoes, toenail polish and ankle bracelets, framed by ever-shortening skirts showing off those amazing legs, and brief tops putting her navel piercing and pert young tits on display. When my gaze settled on her and she caught my eye, she flashed me a delicious smile which said she knew exactly what I was looking at and why. The game was most definitely on.

For a while, though, I just enjoyed the view and did little more. She enjoyed putting on the show and I enjoyed watching, but she hadn’t yet given any indication that she was doing anything more than just teasing. I’d seen her around campus a couple of times on the arm of a footballer, so it was most likely that he was the fuck and I was the tease. And hell, that was A-OK by me.

All that changed though when the class assignments came in. Politics students had become notorious for cheating, and I had begun accepting assignments electronically and running them through Turnitin, a software program which scans the assignment and searches the web for identical wording. There were usually a couple of cheats each semester, and they earned a ‘fail’ and a solid talking-to. On this occasion, only student came up as a cheat. Tammie.

At the end of the following lecture I left the graded papers along the front in alphabetical order and let the students grab their papers on the way out. Pretty soon, the only two left were Tammie and me.

She sauntered over, using her best sexy walk, perched on heels much too high for normal campus use, tits bouncing just so, liquid smile begging to be kissed. “Dr. Ang, my paper doesn’t seem to be in here.”

I looked at her a little harshly. Not the infatuated lecturer she was expecting. “No, Tammie, there was a problem with your paper. I think you already know that. My office is room 315. Be there at three this afternoon.” I watched with great satisfaction as a flicker of fear crossed her face, then I turned and left.

I enjoyed a leisurely lunch, savoring the anticipation more than the food. This little bitch was about to learn more from Dr. Ang than she’d signed up for. By ten to three I was at my desk, pretending to be busy but actually rehearsing the afternoon in my mind. On a whim, I put my eye to the spyhole in my office door, and there she was, pacing the hallway outside, checking her watch every fifteen seconds or so.

She’d used the last few hours well. She’d changed into a ridiculously short sundress which put her ass and tits fully on display; she’d put on some sexy high heeled sandals which I happened to love, and she’d fixed her make-up perfectly. Clearly she expected to be able to fuck her way out of this one - and so she would, though not quite in the manner she was expecting.

At precisely three, she knocked on the door, a tremulous, half-afraid knock. Looking through the keyhole, I waited and did not answer. Thirty seconds passed, and she knocked once more. Again, I declined to answer. As she was turning to leave, having decided I was not in, I opened the door. “Come in, Miss Tammie,” I said.

She turned, biting her lip, and followed me into the office. I locked the door and took a seat behind my desk. I had removed the other chairs, leaving her with no option but to stand. She looked, and no doubt felt, just like a schoolgirl appearing before the principal.

“On the desk, Tammie, are two pieces of paper. One is your assignment. The other is an opinion piece written for the Mel Ashole late last year. Both papers have a section highlighted. Read them and see if you can see any similarities.”

She was biting her lip now and trying not to cry, but even doing this she was a coquette in full control of her charms. She made a cursory display of looking at the papers but she knew what they’d show as well as I did.

“You realise, of course, that I have no option but to expel you.”

Crunch time, or so she thought. She moved in close, put her hand on my shoulder, and half-whispered “I’m sorry, Doctor. Truly I am. I really don’t want to get expelled … Isn’t there some other way we could work this out?” To leave me in no doubt as to her proposal, she slowly ran her fingertips from my shoulder up to my hairline, just behind my ear. Damn, I wanted to just turn and kiss her, but that would have spoiled everything.

“Did you really think you could get out of this just by offering to fuck me, Tammie? You’re cute, but not that cute.”

Now she looked shocked, and the tears were real. “Come on, Doctor. You don’t understand. My parents will kill me. I can’t get expelled. Please, there’s got to be something … anything … please?”

That was perfect. Time to spring the trap. I pulled a digital camera from my desk drawer. “Perhaps we can find a way, Tammie. But we’re talking about more than just one quick fuck here. Understand?” Her nod was so pathetically grateful I could have laughed. But it was time for some fun.

“To begin with, Tammie, I want you standing on the desk.” She looked at me like I was mad, but I insisted, and she scrambled up onto my chair and from there onto the desk, her high heels a real hindrance now. I took the camera and started snapping high-res photos of her as she mounted the table, followed by a couple of hot upskirt ones.

She looked at me in horror. “Are you some kind of pervert or something?”

I laughed. “Yes, Tammie, I am. More to the point, I’m the pervert who can have you thrown out of this university. Now, lose the dress and smile.”

She was crying again as she removed her dress, unbuttoning a couple of the buttons then lifting it over her head, leaving her hair slightly mussed. I made her smile through the tears though, as I snapped photos of the incredible young body slowly becoming revealed to me.

Her ivory-colored bra and thong panties were clearly purchased for show and, frankly, they did a damned good job. My cock was straining the inside of my pants but it would have to wait a little while yet. “Keep going,” I told Tammie. “The bra next.”

She twisted her arms behind herself to unclasp her bra, her face flushed bright red with a delicious combination of humiliation, fear and anger. The bra dropped to the floor by my feet and I took some amazing photos of the tits she’d been teasing me with all semester long. “The panties, Tammie.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and eased them over her hips, letting them slip down to the desk where she stepped out of them, leaving her, naked but for her heels, perched on my desk, her head almost brushing the ceiling. She was perfect, her dark, trimmed pussy hair framing slick, slightly puffy pussy lips. I had her turn so I could set eyes on a flawless ass, heart-shaped and high, her asshole peeking down at me from her high position. I finally finished taking photos - I had maybe 40 - and set the camera down.

Walking to Tammie, I began by caressing the cheeks of that wonderful ass, feeling her shudder with fear, pleasure or both as I ran a finger down her asscrack and over her anus.

Taking her by the hips I turned her towards me, and slipped two fingers very easily into one very tight yet very aroused young pussy. “I think you’re enjoying this more than you’d like to admit, Tammie,” I said. She whimpered slightly as my thumb found her clit and I began working her both inside and out.

I had her kneel, now, on all fours on the desk. More photos of the fantastic view from behind, then I leaned in and began to eat. Long, slow licks at first, outside her pussy, licking away stray moisture, licking up and down her lips as she reached back and began gently rubbing her clit. Her hips were working, now, moving in tight circles and pressing back gently against my face. At last, my tongue found its way inside her, parting her lips and tasting her from the source. So young, so fresh, so utterly delicious.

Her moans were more urgent now as her fingers and my tongue between them brought her closer to climax. Such pretty moans, somewhere between begging and whimpering and low, guttural moans of pure sex. Then, suddenly, she tipped over the edge into orgasm, the humiliation of her position forgotten in the intensity of the moment. She ground her pussy back into my face, riding the sensation as long as she could, before it became too much, and she fell forward onto my desk, a wet quivering mess (and another beautiful photo).

I gave her a couple of minutes to recover, but we weren’t done yet. After all, turnabout is fair play. “Kneel down on the floor, Tammie,” I said, “and pull my cock out.”

She took a moment to respond, but slid from the desk and found herself kneeling on her dress and carefully undoing my trousers, easing them down and slipping off my boxer shorts. I had been hard for ages, and was dripping pre-cum like a fire hose. Not needing any instructions, Tammie began licking the length of my cock, closing that pretty little mouth over the head for just a moment at the top of each stroke.

After a minute or so she paused mid-lick. “Dr Ang, I really, really don’t like to swallow cum? Must I?”

I laughed. She’d been a good girl overall, and I had other plans anyway. “Just keep sucking,” I told her. She attacked my cock now, taking it into her mouth and sucking hard up and down the shaft. Looking down I was treated to the amazing sight of her model-gorgeous face, pouty lips wrapped around my cock, eyes still looking up at me, begging not to have to swallow.

My moans grew more intense now as I entered those final moments when orgasm is inevitable, my whole body straining for release. At the last possible second, I pulled my cock from her mouth and sprayed jets of cum onto that pretty young face. She tried to pull away but I held her in place, adding a second, a third, a fourth string of cum.

When I was done, she looked around for a tissue, but I had her pose, smiling, for several great facial shots before allowing her to clean up and dress. She was crying again, such pretty tears. “So we’re even now? You won’t expel me?”

I laughed softly. “I won’t expel you, Tammie, but we’re far from even. You see, I have these photographs.” I held up the camera and enjoyed her stricken look. “Unless you want these to begin appearing in some unusual places online, or, say, at your father’s workplace, then I’d say it’s in your interests to come when I call, fuck where, when and how I demand, and generally do as you’re told. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She was furious but beaten. “You fucking bastard,” she whispered. I couldn’t agree even more!!!

2 weeks had passed since I had commenced blackmailing Tammie and had decorated her gorgeous young face with cum. During those 2 weeks I had made no effort to contact her, and had only seen her in class.

Why the delay? Obviously what I really wanted to do was drag the bitch off to my cave every evening and fuck her within an inch of her life. But waiting made sense. First, it gave me time to think and plan. One mistake, one momentary lapse, could turn the tables and find me, at her mercy, with my career - and maybe a jail term - on the line. So I’d carefully backed up Tammie’s photo shoot, keeping copies for myself and also parking copies on a server overseas. I thought carefully about how to communicate with Tammie without giving the game away - leaving behind no trail of emails, text messages or phone records.

The delay was also useful for throwing Tammie off balance. She was a beautiful young woman. Incredibly sexy, and completely in my thrall, so she too expected to be used regularly, if not daily. Strangely, I think she may have even been affronted that, having caught her, I wasn’t taking every chance I could to use her.

She turned up to the first lecture after her blackmail began, dressed far more demurely than previously. Jeans, sneakers, a slightly baggy t-shirt, little make-up. Enough to say “I’m not teasing you any more, Sam Ang.” I actually rather liked the defiance - and besides, I had recent memories and recent photographs of that gorgeous body naked, and those succulent lips wrapped around my cock. She’s looked at me expectantly all lecture, waiting for a reaction. I ignored her, and surreptitiously observed her growing confusion.

At the end of the lecture she waited a minute or so, letting the crowds clear, giving me a chance to pull her up. She seemed to expect it somehow. I ignored her, pretending to be busy with my papers, and she left, smiling hopefully. I could almost read the little whore’s mind. “I’m free,” she was thinking. “Sam Ang has lost his nerve, I’ve gotten away with cheating on my paper, and all it cost me was a blowjob.”

Today, she walked into my lecture positively glowing with victory. Another week had passed without contact. She was back in a skirt, tight little top, cute shoes. Far from her sluttiest effort, but confident enough to show off a little. Silly bitch. I got on with the lecture, working through my material on voting systems, giving Tammie about a third of my eye contact, looking at her directly, staring into her eyes.

The first time our eyes met, there was a satisfying flicker of uncertainty on her face. “He’s not ignoring me now. Why not?” The second time, she bravely tried to hold my gaze and stare me down, but averted her eyes after just a few seconds. The third time, uncertainty had been replaced by fear. She spent much of the lecture looking straight down at her notebook, occasionally lifting her eyes but fearfully dropping them again whenever my gaze took her. I suspect she didn’t learn too much about voting systems.

At the end of the lecture, I had another surprise for her. I wound up my summary, then asked “Is Tammie here today?” Students looked around and began packing their bags as she raised her hand. She was biting her lip nervously - she knew something was up. “Tammie, I have the papers you requested, if you’d like to come by my office and pick them up, say, at one o’clock?” She nodded, looking pale faced and trying not to cry. Without another look, I left the theatre.

One o’clock rolled around, and a soft knock at my door announced Tammie. I opened the door, smiling pleasantly enough to fool any passers-by. Tammie stood there with two friends. My own private porno star thought she could put me off by bringing reinforcements, did she?

“Can I have those papers please, Doctor?” Her impish, triumphant grin was both gorgeous … and misplaced.

“Of course you can, Tammie. Please come in for a moment.” I lifted my gaze to her friends. “I’m sure these young ladies won’t mind waiting.”

It was that easy. She took a deep breath and walked into my office, sitting in one of my chairs. I closed and locked the door then crossed the office, unceremoniously lifting her top to get access to her breasts. She suppressed a squeal as I did so, and suppressed another when I gripped her nipples firmly through her bra. My voice was low, soft and menacing. “Nice try, little slut. Did you really think your friends would stop me? Shall I go let them in to watch?”

She stiffened and shook her head silently. I twisted her nipples for emphasis, feeling her squirm under my grip. “Don’t ever play games with me, slut. You present yourself where, when, and how I say … Or plenty of people get copies of my screen saver.” Tammie looked over to my computer screen, to see herself, naked in her heels, standing on the desk. A few seconds later there she was, smiling through a layer of cum.

She was beaten. “I understand, sir,” she whispered.

“For your sake, Tammie, I sincerely hope you do. You can prove it by turning up at my place tonight. Be there at eight, and be dressed like a street hooker. You’re certainly going to be used like one.” She stood and left, battling tears.

By eight o’clock I was pacing the floor of my apartment so much you’d have thought it was me being blackmailed. I’d stripped my bed back to the (new) sheets, tied ropes to each leg of the bed, and tucked a box of toys and tricks out of sight but easily accessible. The lights were dim, and a scented candle burned on a table to one side. OK, OK, I recognise that little romantic touches were out of place given that I was about to use Tammie like so much slutmeat, but I did it anyway.

She knocked quietly on the door, and I flicked on my security camera. Excellent - she was alone. I slipped a note under the door, close to her feet, and watched the monitor as she bent to pick it up. “Take off your top, and wait,” she read.

Truth be told, her top wasn’t hiding much anyway. It was a black, satin-like fabric, halter neck, plunging down her front to a knot above her navel. Her cleavage was fully exposed, and only luck was keeping her nipples hidden. There was, however, a world of difference between strutting about in a scandalous top, and standing topless in the hallway of my apartment block. Tammie stood, wrestling with her own thoughts for fully 30 seconds before she took a deep breath and unknotted her top, slipping it from her shoulders and into her handbag. In the end, as she seemed to realise, she didn’t have a lot of choice.

I only left her standing there for a minute or so, but to her it no doubt felt like hours. She crossed her arms over her breasts and scanned the hallway constantly, her ears straining either for the sounds of movement in my apartment or the soft tone which announced the elevator. When the moment was right, I opened the door and let her in.

She virtually raced into my apartment, pushing past me, her breasts brushing against my arm. I laughed. “Good evening, Tammie. Thank you for coming.”

She didn’t answer for a moment. Eventually, softly, she said “I didn’t really have a choice, did I?”

“No, Tammie, you didn’t. And the stunt you pulled by bringing your friends along to my office just pissed me off. Not a good move. Follow me.”

I led her into the living room and had her stand, hands on her hips, in the middle of the room. Looking at her, I whistled softly. She was nothing short of stunning. I stood behind her, close against her, and reached around to cup her breasts, my fingers finding their way to her nipples more gently than earlier, caressing them, kneading them softly, stroking the curve of her breast. I moved my hips forward, my hardening cock pressing into her ass.

Hate me she might, but Tammie was responding to the caress of my fingers on her nipples. I moved around and dropped to one knee, taking her left nipple in my mouth, sucking softly. She tried to be cold, just enduring me, but her body gave her away. She moved against my mouth just so, and soon a soft cooing sound, too soft to be a proper moan escaped her. I smiled to myself and pulled away. The evening was still young.

I flicked a button on my CD player and slow, sultry jazz began to fill the room. Tammie watched as I picked up my camera and smiled. “Strip for me, whore. Slowly, sensually. And remember to smile.”

Smile? She scowled. “I’m no whore!”

“Of course you’re not. After all, I’m going to fuck you for free. Now start dancing.”

Stripping to music is much harder than it looks, or so I’ve been told. Tammie started moving her hips to the music, closing her eyes (no doubt to forget where she was) and gyrating softly to the beat. Her breasts swayed softly, gently, enticingly. I sat back and watched, snapping the occasional photo to add to my collection.

After a minute or so, still swaying gently, she reached for the catch on her skirt, then eased it down over her hips. Her skirt dropped, a puddle of soft black fabric at her feet, and she stepped to one side, still dancing.

I continued to snap photographs as she danced, down now to her panties and heels. Of course, a little slut like her probably shouldn’t have had panties on in the first place, but these particular panties - in truth little more than lace and string - served to emphasise rather than to hide her succulent young cunt. A few bars more music, then she shot me a look of pure venom and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. They fell to the ground, where I souvineered them. They smelt amazing.

“Hey!” she said. “They’re mine!”

I laughed. “Tell you what, Tammie. You can collect them during next week’s lecture if you like. That is, if you don’t mind your classmates knowing you are a complete slut.”

For the third time today, she looked utterly defeated. I loved it.

Standing next to her, I cupped my hand against Tammie’s perfect ass, steering her into the bedroom with a push. She snorted when she saw the candles. “You expecting somebody?”

*** SLAP ***

The slap I delivered to her ass produced more noise than pain - and surprised the hell out of her, judging by her jump and squeal. “You should watch the sassiness, Tammie,” I said softly. “A little can be sexy … But bad girls get spanked. Now, lay on your back on the bed.”

She was beyond resisting now, and compliantly lay down on the bed. I closed her eyes with my fingertips, then drew up the nearest rope. Her eyes shot open when she realised what I was up to, but it was really too late for her to do anything about it. When that wrist was securely bound, I closed her eyes again, and bound the other. This time she managed to keep her eyes closed.

Moving down to her ankles, I watched her surreptitiously testing the wrist ropes, her long fingers trying to find some purchase on the knots, her wrists twisting against their bondage. She soon realised her efforts were fruitless, but it didn’t stop her trying.

With Tammie’s ankles firmly bound, I found myself just inches from the sexy feet she’d teased me with for all those weeks. Time for some fun. I leaned in close, drinking in the scent of her feet, then touching my tongue to her toes, licking over the scarlet-coloured nails, sliding my tongue down into the crevasse beside her big toe. It tickled, and she squirmed, but she seemed determined not to laugh. I didn’t give a fuck - I was in heaven.

My lips traced the tender flesh of her instep, sucking and biting gently, down to her heel, then back up to her toes, where I feasted some more.

Needless to say by this time my cock was completely hard and begging for attention. I slipped out of my clothes and began painting the soles of her feet with my cock, tracing lines of pre-cum all over them. It was so hot, the sensitive head of my cock against the soft skin of her feet.

In danger of cumming suddenly, I stood and had Tammie smile sweetly as I snapped away several more photos. I had quite a collection by now.

Setting the camera aside, I crawled onto the bed and began licking and kissing my way up her long, tanned legs. Tammie had dropped any pretence of resistance now, and was beginning to find ways to enjoy herself. My attention to her toes had turned her on more than she would care to admit. By the time I reached her sweet, trimmed pussy, she was sopping wet and breathing deeply.

With my tongue, I traced my way up and down Tammie’s labia, licking away the juices of her arousal. I love to eat pussy, and this was some pussy - fresh, sweet, young somehow. Parting her lips with my tongue, I licked my way further inside, darting my tongue into her. Tammie was moaning openly now, her hips pressing her pussy up towards my face. This was not, at a guess, something her footballer lovers bothered with terribly often.

I found her clit, pressed my lips around it and sucked firmly, drawing the surrounding flesh into my mouth, flicking her clit directly with my tongue. The reaction was amazing - as though a switch had been tripped Tammie bucked upwards, her legs working in little spasms as an unexpected and intense orgasm hit her. I stayed on her clit for a few moments after she became too sensitive and began begging me to stop.

My turn. I crawled up her body, pausing to firmly suck each nipple on the way, until we were face to face. Leaning down, I kissed her pretty young face, my tongue pressing into her mouth. To my surprise she yielded without a fight and even seemed to kiss me back. I eased my cock into position at the entrance to her cunt and slid in, smoothly and easily, still kissing her.

She was just as incredible inside as she was outside - firm, tight, yet so wet that stroking in and out of her silky cunt was an ease. I established a steady rhythm, resting up on my elbows, watching her pretty young face, eyes closed, contorting with each thrust. A little faster now, a little harder. I could feel the cum rising in my cock.

Faster. Pounding the slut now. Her eyes snapped open suddenly. “Please …” she moaned, “not inside … I’m not on the pill. Please?”

Fortunately for her I had no intention of coming inside her. At the last possible moment I pulled out, groaning like a man in pain, and came hard, my cock pulsing and blowing cum over her pussy and thighs, matting up her pubic hair into a sticky, sexy mess. Several more photos were added to my collection as soon as I recovered enough to think straight.

I released her from the ropes and followed her back out to the living room where she dressed silently and walked towards the door. Poised on the threshold, she turned back and surprised the hell out of me.

“You’re still a complete fucking asshole,” she said, “but that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

It’s quite amazing what a young woman can get used to if she must. Tammie, gorgeous prom-princess turned academic cheat, still resented her position as my fuck-puppet, but as the weeks passed and I used her time and again, her hatred dimmed and quiet acceptance set in. We had established something of a routine: three nights a week (but more if I felt like it) Tammie arrived at my home, dressed like a whore, and submitted to being fucked senseless for a couple of hours.

There had been some minor changes. Her pussy hair was gone now, her toes were painted only in shades which I liked, she wore an anklet I had bought to decorate her with, and she had long since gotten over her aversion to swallowing my cum. All in all, life was good and I was getting the best sex I’d ever had.

Problem was, the initial thrill of chasing and capturing this delicious young filly had faded along with her resistance. Her acquiescence removed the edge of danger from our encounters. The sex was fantastic, but Tammie was getting too comfortable. So was I, for that matter. I didn’t want a lover or girlfriend, I wanted a helpless whore, submitting to my whims because she had no other choice. Tonight, it was time to ramp things up a little.

I had borrowed a video camera from work - if tonight was as hot as I expected, it would be a movie to be replayed time and again - and set it up in the living room, ready for phase one. Now, all I had to do was wait.

Tammie was nothing if not punctual - I don’t think she wanted to find out what would happen if she was late - so at precisely eight, the elevator bell sounded out in the hall, and the clacking cadence of a pair of extremely slutty high heels made their way towards my door.

As I had done the very first time she attended me, I left her to wait for a minute or so after she rang my doorbell. She knew I was there, and knew I was probably watching. Every few seconds her gaze flicked involuntarily towards my security camera, her face reflecting an oddly fetching combination of fear and impatience. I smiled softly. It was good to see her afraid again.

I opened the door and stood in the doorway, smiling with what I hoped was an evil glint in my eye. “Are you pantiless and freshly shaved as instructed, Tammie?”

“Of course.”

“Show me.”

Another satisfying flash of fear passed over her face. “You want me to lift my skirt right here?”

“No, Tammie. I want you to take it off completely.”

Fear turned momentarily to outrage, which in turn became embarrassment. Her hand went to the waistband of her skirt and unfastened the button and zipper. Her skirt fell, leaving her naked from navel to shoes. She stepped forward, apparently trying to get past me to the relative safety of my apartment. I shifted, blocking her way. “No, Tammie, not until I check.”

She was desperate to get inside now. “Please, Dr. Ang? For fuck’s sake, you can see I’ve done as you said. Please let me in?”

Ignoring her pleas, I had Tammie stand with her hands on her head and slowly turn around, first showing me her succulent pink cunt, lips slightly splayed, inviting play, already touched with the moisture of her unwilling arousal; and her incredible ass, so smooth, so taut, so perfectly curved, tight enough to hide away her tiny asshole. I spanked her once, firmly on the ass, then stood aside. “You may go inside now, Tammie.”

She virtually pushed me over on her way inside, such was her rush. Excellent - not feeling so comfortable now, are we slut?

Safely in the living room, Tammie looked around uncertainly. She had noticed the video camera, and was already off balance. I didn’t want to give her a chance to regain her composure. Taking her by the shoulder I led her to a small red mat I had placed on the floor, in perfect position for the camera. “Stand on the mat, smile at the camera and strip, slut.”

She took a deep breath and complied, flashing a sweet-but-fake smile for the camera and shrugging out of her top. No sexy gyrations or stripper’s flourishes this time - but that was fine, her reluctance was getting me off. Soon she was bare, with her clothes set down to one side and her arms by her side. A muscle in her shoulder twitched … she was aching to fold her arms over her breasts, but she knew I would be far from impressed if she did.

Yet again I feasted my eyes on the gorgeous young body I had at my disposal. Fucking amazing. And I could use her any way I liked. I started by unfolding a long strip of black velvet which I had obtained especially for tonight. Her head flinched away from me as I began wrapping it around her, binding her eyes, enveloping her in darkness.

When I felt sure she was properly blindfolded I tied off the velvet then, standing in front of her, aimed a full-blooded punch at her nose. I pulled the punch short, but Tammie didn’t even flinch. She couldnt see a thing.

I stepped away again, and returned momentarily with a set of bright silver handcuffs. These were no sex-shop toys. They were the real deal, bought under the counter from a hard core bondage store. I took Tammie’s wrists and crossed them in front of her navel, snapping the cold metal bracelets onto her. She bit her lips and I thought I saw a tear trace its way down her cheek from the bottom of her blindfold, but otherwise she was silent.

I left her there for a few moments and stepped behind my video camera, losing my clothing along the way. I zoomed in and panned slowly up, then back down Tammie’s impossibly perfect young body, blindfolded, handcuffed, vulnerable, and oh so sexy. I let the camera linger on her fingers, just inches above her bare cunt, trying to find the catches on the cuffs, looking for a way out. Her efforts, completely futile of course, were a turn-on to watch.

Setting the camera just right, I walked back to my bound and apprehensive victim, turning her away from the camera and putting her spectacular ass on display.

I left her there for a few moments while I retrieved a black marker pen I had set down nearby. So far, everything was going according to plan.

Across Tammie’s back, in neat black letters which could easily be read on camera, I wrote ‘‘I’m about to lose my anal virginity." My secret was out … sort of.

Tammie squirmed from the unusual sensation of the pen’s felt tip on her back. ‘‘What are you writing? What does it say? Oh, fuck, will it come off?" Needless to say I didn’t answer - she’d find out when the time was right.

A short interlude followed, while I moved the camera to my bedroom to record her deflowering. I marched her, still cuffed and blindfolded, to my bed, and had her kneel, raising her ass high. It was uncomfortable for her, balancing on her elbows, trying to find a way to stop her cuffs from digging in … and, of course, wondering what was going to happen next.

She worked it out pretty quickly, I’ll give her that. I squirted some lube (yes lube, I’m an asshole not a sadist) onto a finger and started rubbing it around the entrance to her ass, parting her cheeks to reveal her tight, pink, wrinkled little hole. No sooner had I begun rubbing in the lube than she realised. She started crying. “Oh, shit, you’re going to fuck my ass. Please, Doctor. Please, please don’t. I’ve never had anything in there. I can’t take this. Please?”

I responded in a soft, calm, utterly determined voice. “I am going to do this, Tammie. I don’t care how much it hurts, or how much you cry. I am going to fuck your ass.”

She buried her head in the bed and continued sobbing as I lubed a finger and slowly, firmly pressed it to her asshole. She resisted at first, but nobody can clench their asscheeks forever, and eventually my finger was fully inside her, the first thing ever to penetrate her ass.

As soon as she felt my finger ease past the ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass she clamped down again desperately, but it was a losing battle. Slowly, my finger worked its way in and out, dilating the muscle. She began opening up for me. At the other end Tammie continued to put on a show, sobbing softly and whimpering. “Ow, ow, oh fuck …” It was music to my ears.

I withdrew my finger and smiled as her ass remained ever so slightly open for me. Time for the real thing. I gently rubbed some lube onto my cock, which was harder than I remember in ages, and knelt behind her.

I teased her with my cock, rubbing the head up and down her asscrack, over her small pink hole. She continued to whimper, prettily but incoherently. At last, I rested the head of my cock at her asshole and eased my hips forward. Initially, her ass resisted, holding me out. I started pumping my hips, slowly but firmly, pressing into her fractionally further each time.

Damn, she was tight. It was fantastic. Her sexy ass, her little sobs of fear, her cuffed hands. At last, the muscle reached the point of no return and my cock pressed past the entrance, suddenly plunging deep inside her ass. Tammie responded with an ear-splitting scream, shaking her ass like a stripper to try to get me away. I held on and rode her, keeping my cock firmly inside as her initial pain subsided.

I started thrusting, slowly at first, then with more vigour and less rhythm, holding her hips and pulling them to me. It had been a long time since I’d taken a girl anally … such sexy tightness, squeezing my cock; her ass gripped me in a way that a pussy could never do.

She was still crying, but because of the violation and humiliation, not the pain. “Do you want some nice warm cum in your ass, Tammie?”

“Nooooo!” she wailed.

Still thrusting into her, I slapped one of her asscheeks hard. “Wrong answer! Try again.”

“Fuck you, OK, I want your cum in my ass.”

I laughed. “Ask nicely.”

Through gritted teeth, her voice a mix of pain and shame and hatred, she spoke. “Please cum in my ass.”

That was enough for me. I bucked into her ass like an animal - no finesse, just need - and yelled, “Fuck yes!” Groaning, I came deep in her ass and kept thrusting, looking down to watch the cum dribbling from her ass, coating my cock. Amazing.

I pulled out, and uncuffed the poor slut. She slumped on the bed, aching. I slumped down beside her, and found myself smiling into the lens of my camera, still faithfully recording the action. Now that was a movie I wanted to see.

Tammie, my own private slut, was delicious. I loved to eat her, just as I was doing right now, licking in slow, lazy licks up and down her outer lips, then opening her with my tongue to gently paint her inner, sensitive flesh with soft strokes. She wasn’t moaning yet, just cooing. Hopeful, aroused little sounds, sounds which said she was desperately hoping I wouldn’t stop there. She’d long ago admitted to loving the way I ate her … Even blackmail had its upside.

I didn’t stop there, but descended slightly, licking just inside the entrance to her pussy, licking the dew from her. She still tasted clean, fresh and young. I made a point with my tongue and slid it into her, dragging my tongue against the roof of her pussy as I drew it back out. The taste was overpowering now, and she was producing pussydew faster than I could lick it up. My chin, my cheeks, were slick with her juices.

I let my tongue slide up and out of her, seeking out the sweet button of her clit. I circled it with my tongue, slow lazy sweeping circles which honed in bit by bit. Tammie’s legs began shaking and, without thinking, she wrapped them around me, her body begging me to keep going, to push her over the edge. She was groaning properly now, incoherent but utterly sexy.

I continued working on her clit, sucking it gently now, listening to her body as she drew closer and closer to the moment of orgasm. Nearly there. So close. She stiffened momentarily, her whole body poised for orgasm, and I lifted up and away from her, sliding up her quickly, my mouth covering hers to stifle her frustrated whimper. My cock found her open, wet, pussy and slid inside, pumping her hard.

That was all she needed. With a squeal she came hard, the muscles of her pussy constricting around me, milking my cock. She had just started to come down from the peak of her orgasm when mine struck. Holding her firmly and groaning with pleasure, I unloaded cum deep inside her. Spent, I withdrew, enjoying the sight of her young body splayed across my bed, a thin trace of cum oozing from her pussy. Fantastic.

The following morning, I was at home working. I had a conference paper due, and the university had too many distractions. Several times my fingers had itched towards the phone to call Tammie and tell her to get her pretty little ass over here, but I had avoided temptation thus far. I was settled in front of the computer and actually making progress when the doorbell rang.

Puzzled, I went to the door and looked through the spyhole. A beautiful, conservatively but fashionably dressed woman in her early forties stood outside. Shoulder-length hair; fine featured face; a hint of make-up. I’d never seen her before and had no idea who she might be. I opened the door.

“May I help you?”

She didn’t smile, but fixed me with a coldly polite stare. “Dr Samuel Ang?”

I nodded and she continued. “My name is Veronica. I’m Tammie’s mother. And I know exactly what you’ve been doing with my daughter.”

Oh, fuck.

My entire career flashed before my eyes. If she really did know, then I was history. And she must know … else why would she be here? That fucking little bitch Tammie!

After panicking for a split second, I got a hold of myself. Let’s get her inside. Find out what she knows, and how, and what she’s planning to do about it. Best case scenario she’ll just demand that I stay the hell away from her daughter. “Ms Veronica, perhaps this is a conversation better held in private. Please come in.”

She assented grudgingly, looking down her nose at me like I was a worthless piece of shit. She sat on The couch, in the very spot I had often bent her daughter over to fuck her pussy or ass from behind. I used those few moments to think hard. Get her talking, I decided. Think. Find out what she knows.

“Could you tell me what this is all about, Ms Veronica?”

She sneered imperiously. Even angry, she was beautiful. A cold, angry beauty, very different to that of her daughter. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

I shrugged. “Not until you tell me.”

She arched an eyebrow, unamused, and pulled a small book from her bag. Tammie’s diary, apparently. She opened it at one of several flagged pages and began reading in a cold, matter-of-fact voice entirely unsuited to the subject matter.

March 26

Back to A’s place tonight. It was amazing. He ate me till I screamed then took me twice, the second time in my butt. It’s insane. I don’t like him at all, I’ve never consented to a single thing he’s done , but I sit around waiting, even hoping for him to call. I’ve stopped dating guys from college now - a ten minute bang in some fetid dorm room can’t compete. I can’t work it out one bit.

Tammie’s mother stopped reading and I suppressed a grin which threatened to crack my face despite the circumstances. After all, it’s not every day an eighteen year old girl writes that you’ve ruined her for other guys. Ms Veronica remained silent, apparently waiting for a response.

I took a deep breath and smiled as condescendingly as I dared. I had a plan. “Ms Veronica, I’m sorry that you’ve been put through this. This sort of thing happens from time to time. A girl has her favourite actor, he favourite singer, and her favourite lecturer. But only the lecturer is reachable. What you’re reading there,” I nodded towards the diary, “is a fantasy. She’ll be over it by exam time. Meanwhile, I suspect it might be wise to refrain from reading her diary.”

My Dad once told me never to underestimate the deviousness of women. He was right.

Tammie’s mother struggled to control the anger rising in her. Her face was slightly mottled red and her nostrils flared. She spoke in a low voice. “Yesterday, Dr. Samuel Ang, I followed Tammie when she left for university. She drove here. She got out of her car, dressed like a prostitute, and came up to your apartment. Need I continue?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.