*Jinmai, please come to the campus IT room at 4 PM on Friday.* The email, with the subject line *Your online activity*, came from some throwaway email address instead of the university's official IT one. Unlike the spam that threatens to reveal your online searches and naughty stuff on your hard drive in exchange for bitcoin, though, it had no demands beyond her presence at that location and time.
The short girl sat in her dorm room and chewed on the shaft of her pencil as she considered the message, her slight overbite drilling marks into the yellow 2B implement. She blew out her breath, tucked her dark hair behind one ear, and pushed her round glasses up her nose. Had she been found out?
She'd started writing erotica two years previous under the pseudonym UrMom85, pretending to be a sexually- frustrated 40-year-old MILF from the Midwest. Instead, she was a sexually-frustrated 20-year-old Chinese-American girl from Washington State. Her grades had been so good that she had a full ride of scholarships and bursaries toward a chemical engineering degree, but if her anonymous outlet was revealed? Bye-bye, future! She'd read and even written stories similar to this, and the poor woman never came out on top. "Fuck."
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Marcus sat in the IT room and gulped down the last of his diet cola. The slightly overweight, brown-haired 25-year-old burped and sat back in his chair, then quickly sat up at the knock on the IT office's door. "Come in!"
A slim, young Asian woman wearing a short skirt, low-cut blouse, and dark knee-high socks on her skinny legs slipped into the room, closing the door behind. When she turned to him, he could see that her brunette hair was drooping over her round glasses, partially obscuring her eyes. She slouched, giving the appearance of someone who knew that they were in trouble.
"Jinmai?"
She nodded and shuffled forward. Now that she was closer, Marcus could see that her face was flushed.
"I'm Marcus...have a seat." He pulled out some papers. "Now, we expect some students will access, uh, porn sites and all, but your activity was a bit weird. With some investigation, I found that you're actually an erotica writer and...well, if I can figure it out..."
She stood back up. "I get it."
He looked up at her. "You...get it?"
She stepped around the desk and he turned in his chair to face her, confused...he was even more confused when she dropped to her knees...then she was unfastening his jeans.
"Uh...what're you...?!"
She looked up at him with surprisingly-steely, unblinking eyes. "I said I get it: sexual favors for your silence." She reached into his pants to pull out his limp dick, which didn't even seem to be as big as her only ex-boyfriend's four-and-a-half inches of disappointment. "Hm...how about if I do this?" She unfastened a couple buttons on her blouse to show off her frilly periwinkle bra and a bit of C-cup cleavage. "There we go..." She spit on her hand and started to stroke his hardening member.
"But...but..."
*Knock knock!*
Marcus stared at the door, then down at the girl holding his cock. "Under the desk!" he hissed, urging her diminutive form into that space and rolling his chair forward to hide her. "Uh...come in!"
"Hey, Marcus, still here?"
"Yeah...just finishing up..."
Jinmai felt the white guy's penis thicken and harden to its full length in her little hand and marveled at it...it had to be seven inches long! She felt her nethers prickle at the thought of that thing inside her, where no man had been able to reach before. She had no leverage to move her hand in her current position, so instead...
Marcus gasped as her hot mouth surrounded his cock.
"You okay?"
"Yeah...just some carpal tunnel." Marcus flexed his mouse arm as the girl's mouth took more of his dick.
As the two men chatted about whatever, Jinmai started bobbing her head, thrilling at the secret sex thing she was doing as the blackmailer shuddered before her.
"Okay, well, have a good weekend!"
"Yeah, you tooo..."
The door closed.
"...oooOOOOO!"
Jinmai choked as hot semen inundated her mouth, instinctively gulping down as much as she could so that she could breathe.
"Ohh Godd..." Finally, the tidal wave of cum was over and the guy pushed his chair back, pulling his member out from between her lips. "That...that was..."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know...just the first of many." She smacked her lips as she got to her feet. "Bitter...eat more fruit, willya?" She put her hands on her slim hips. "I need to concentrate on my studies, so we won't do this more than once a week, okay?"
Marcus looked at the slim Chinese girl, with some of his cum glistening above her cleavage. "Uh, okay."
"Cool. Here's my number..." She wrote it on the papers he'd had out as evidence and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
She turned back as she fastened up her blouse.
"Uh...you should install VPN software so you can't be tracked anymore."
She gave him a cute but sardonic smile. "Want me all to yourself, do ya? Aw." Then she slipped out the door.
Marcus tucked his dwindling cock away. He'd just wanted to give her the VPN advice in private, not blackmail her, and then everything went sideways, and what lonely, pathetic guy would stop an attractive young woman from doing what she'd done?
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Jinmai rushed into a campus washroom stall, pulled down her skirt and panties, and frigged her hard clit. With her other hand, she reached down her blouse to extract some of the guy's still-wet cum from her cleavage and sucked that finger into her mouth. "HNNNGGHH!" she grunted as she came hard, almost losing her balance. "NNH! HNN!" She'd never cum so intensely before, and it was just from masturbating!
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Marcus chalked the whole thing up to an awkward young woman who misread the situation and made some poor assumptions, and so he didn't contact her again, though he did keep an eye on her internet activity and, sure enough, there was a lot more encrypted traffic.
As four o'clock rolled around on the next Friday, he decided to activate the VPN on his phone to visit the erotica site the girl had submitted stories to. He was more of a porn guy, but 'UrMom85's' stories were interesting, ranging from thoughtful romance all the way to debauched mind control and even violent rape, which really wasn't his thing. He was reading one of her more tame stories when his office door opened, startling him.
Jinmai stood there, wearing athletic shorts that showed off her slim legs and a tight t-shirt that caressed her C-cups. Once again, her hair was obscuring much of her bespectacled face, though he spied a sheen of sweat on her dainty chin.
She closed the door behind her. "You bastard...didn't contact me all week...just let me stew, waiting to see what you'd demand this time. Well, bravo...I've been a fucking wreck!" She came around his desk, and he once again turned his chair toward her. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she commented as she saw the tent in his jeans.
"Uh, look..."
Once again, she dropped to her knees and rubbed at his crotch, silencing him (other than a moan). A few seconds later, his cock was in her mouth once more and he was done talking.
He lasted maybe a minute until he looked down at the cute girl's dark eyes looking back at him defiantly and blew his load. "UGH! Uhh!"
She dutifully gulped down his spend, marveling at how voluminous his discharge was. She'd only used condoms with her ex, but was pretty sure that those had held maybe half of what was sliding down her throat. Her pussy was itching again, but she wouldn't give this guy the satisfaction of seeing her do anything but what he was forcing her to do. With a final gulp, she stood, turned, and headed back to the door. "Don't make me wait next time, bastard...I have to mentally prepare for this." She turned back to him. "No, you know what? Give me your number." She pulled her phone out of her bra and typed the number he gave her. With a final sniff, she left, slamming the door behind.
Marcus tucked his deflated member away, confused.
In the nearby washroom, Jinmai screamed into the back of her hand as she came on her fingers.
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*You at home? Gimme your address.*
It was the next day, Saturday, and Marcus realized that the message was from Jinmai. He hadn't even put her number into his phone from a week ago, and figured that he'd best not, given that she was a student at the university he worked for. Instead, he set the name as 'UrMom85' and then sent her his address.
*Be there in 15.*
He blinked and started typing, *Look, I really wasn't trying to blackmail...* No...he backspaced. *...to convince you to do that stuff. I only contacted you about setting up a VPN. Really!* He send the message.
About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door and he let Jinmai in. She was wearing a slightly-oversized hoodie shadowing her face and a pair of jeans that tightly hugged her slim form. "Uh, did you get my last text?" he asked her.
She flashed him a look, the overhead light reflecting off her glasses. "Yeah, pretty smart, making sure you look like a nice guy in court."
"But it's true."
"Right, right." The diminutive young woman looked around the small house. It was...cozy, with a modest-sized living room, a kitchen off to the side, and a couple doors she assumed were for the bedroom and bathroom. "You rent?"
"Inherited it from my dad after he passed a few years ago."
She gave him another look, this one inscrutable, then glanced away with a nod and sighed. "So, you want another blowjob, or do you want me to strip?" She unzipped her hoodie.
