Insta-Famous Fitness Model 01

Jackie had just finished posting another set of fitness pictures on IG when a notification popped up. It was from Nick--an old acquaintance from college, who she had barely known in college let alone seen or spoken to in years. Their interactions years ago had been casual at best, nothing too deep. She assumed it was a "congrats" or some quick message commenting on her progress as an IG famous fitness model. But when she clicked it open, her eyes widened in shock.

A thick, veiny dick stared back at her, prominently displayed in a series of pictures. Jackie blinked a few times, as if processing whether this was actually happening. Nick? Of all people? They hadn't even been close friends, and now, out of nowhere, his huge cock was right there, front and center on her screen.

And she couldn't help but notice--it was big. Really big. A slow warmth crept through her as she stared at the photos longer than she normally does with all the random cocks that fly into her DMs. Her mind started to wander, imagining how it would feel in her mouth, how thick it looked, how she'd...

Suddenly, another set of notifications snapped her out of the haze. More messages from Nick, and these were frantic.

"Jackie, oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

"Those weren't meant for you, I swear. I'm mortified, please forgive me."

He kept typing rapidly, clearly in panic mode. Jackie smirked as she continually saw the 3-dots in the chat, showing that Nick was continuing to furiously type out another message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard as she quickly typed back.

"Nick. Seriously? After all these years, THIS is how you reach out to me?"

She let the message sit there, knowing it would make him sweat even more. Another notification came through instantly.

"I'm so sorry, Jackie, please, I didn't mean to! I swear!"

She laughed softly to herself, loving how frazzled he was. She could almost feel his terror through the screen.

"You really think blasting me with your dick is the best way to catch up? TO get my attention. I should be furious right now."

Jackie paused before continuing, hiding her amusement behind an air of mock outrage. But in reality, her mind was still preoccupied with how impressive Nick's cock actually was.

"So... how are you going to make this up to me?" she typed, her words dripping with innuendo. "I mean, you can't just send me something like that and think an apology will cover it."

Nick was confused, but still desperate to salvage the situation.

"I-I'll do anything, Jackie. Just please don't go public with this! I'm begging you. Please delete them, I'll make it up to you. Just tell me how."

Her grin widened, as she decided to push him a little further.

"Okay, well, for starters, how do I know that's actually your dick? You could've stolen that pic off the internet for all I know."

There was a pause in the chat. Nick wasn't responding. Jackie chuckled to herself, feeling the power shift in her favor as she typed again, this time throwing in a bit of playful menace.

"Nick, I'm giving you 30 seconds to start a video chat. If I don't get an invite by then, I'm exposing your little mistake to my 100K followers." She sent it, waiting just a moment before adding, "And I bet you've been creeping on my latest lingerie shoot in that red set, haven't you? So I'm sure you're already hard. Don't be shy. Show me what you've got, on cam."

There was another long pause.

Jackie counted the seconds in her head, her heart racing, wondering how Nick would react. Would he rise to the challenge or crumble under the pressure? Either way, she didn't care, she was having a blast tormenting him.

Jackie's phone buzzed, the IG video chat invite popping up on her screen. Her heart pounded, excitement and adrenaline coursed through her as she stared at it for a moment. Was she really going to do this? It was very much out of character for her, being brought up very religious before finally deciding to think for herself later in life; but she was at her core a good, kind person... but the idea of having this control over Nick--someone she barely knew in college but still knowing the same friends of friends-- was exhilarating.

She hit "Accept."

The screen buffered for a moment before Nick's face appeared, his expression a mix of shock, horror, and total confusion. He looked like he couldn't quite believe what was happening, and frankly, Jackie wasn't sure she could either. Yet here they were.

"Nick," she started, keeping her voice calm and steady, though her pulse quickened with every word, "if you're going to be sending dick pics to random girls, you better be ready to whip it out for them, for real you perv."

Nick's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly as if he wanted to speak, but nothing came out. Jackie let the silence hang between them for a second before she raised an eyebrow.

"Well?" she prompted. "What are you waiting for? Take your dick out, Nick."

He blinked, utterly at a loss. He was searching her face, as if hoping for some sign that she was messing with him. Was she serious? His mind raced. This was Jackie--IG-famous Jackie--who he and his buddies followed online at a distance; continually being shocked by how fit she had become and how sexual her posts gradually became overtime. Was this some kind of joke?

"Are... are you serious?" he stammered, clearly torn between disbelief and the fear that she would actually expose him if he didn't comply. "You're not just fucking around with me right now?"

Jackie's eyes narrowed, her tone dropping an octave as she leaned in closer to the camera, her expression all business.

"I've never been more serious, Nick," she said smoothly, her gaze locking onto his through the screen. "Drop your shorts. Right now. Take it out."

Nick's face turned beet red, his entire body tensing as he realized there was no way out of this. She was dead serious. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead, and he stammered again, but his hands were already moving to the waistband of his shorts.

"Fuck..." he whispered, eyes darting down as his fingers fumbled. His phone slipped from his hand, tumbling down to the floor, but when it landed, the camera was perfectly angled at his crotch.

Jackie's eyes were glued to the screen as Nick hesitated for a split second, then yanked down his shorts. His semi-hard dick fell into view--thick, meaty, and starting to stiffen under the tension of the moment.

There was a brief, tense pause, and then--just as quickly--Nick scrambled to pull his shorts back up, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red.

Jackie couldn't help but smirk at the sight, her body buzzing with a strange sense of satisfaction. She had pushed him to the edge, and now she had him completely in her control.

Jackie's pulse raced as she stared at the screen, her heart hammering in her chest. The rush of power--controlling Nick, forcing him to follow her commands, seeing his vulnerability in real-time--only heightened her arousal. Her lips curled into a slight smirk as she watched Nick struggle, his nervous hands barely managing to keep his dick at half-mast. She had barely gotten a glimpse of it earlier, and the brief flash she had seen wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her curiosity or the growing arousal inside her.

"That was completely unacceptable, Nick," she said, her tone sharp but laced with a playful edge. "I could barely even see it. What, are you shy now? I told you, I need to make sure it's actually your dick in those pictures. You need to take your shorts completely off, sit back, and start stroking. Slowly. I want to watch that thing get hard, up and down your little shaft."

Nick's face drained of color, his hands trembling slightly as he fumbled with the waistband of his shorts again. He couldn't believe what was happening, how far this had escalated. But the alternative--Jackie exposing him to her thousands of Instagram followers, many of whom were people he knew--was a nightmare he couldn't even begin to process. He had no choice.

Reluctantly, he slid his shorts down again, this time stepping out of them and seating himself fully in front of the camera, his dick limp but thick, and already starting to react to the intensity of the situation. With shaky hands, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began stroking it slowly, trying to follow Jackie's command but feeling a rush of embarrassment and pressure that kept him from fully getting hard.

Jackie watched, her eyes glued to the screen, growing more and more annoyed at how sluggish his arousal was. Her own body buzzed with desire, heat pooling between her thighs, but she wasn't going to let him off easy.

"What's wrong, Nick?" she teased, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Why isn't it getting hard? If that's not really your big cock you sent me pictures of, I'm going to have to let everyone know what you've been up to." Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she let the threat hang in the air.

Nick's mind raced, the panic rising in his chest. "No! No, I swear it's me!" he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. "I--maybe I just need something to, you know, look at... to help?"

Jackie leaned back in her chair, a slow smile creeping onto her face. This was what she wanted--Nick squirming under her control, completely at her mercy. The blackmail had turned her on more than she'd expected, and she was more than happy to play along, pushing him even further.

"Fine," she said, her tone coy. "I'll send you something... but you better get hard. I've got some behind-the-scenes shots from that Ando Magazine shoot I did in that sexy little red lingerie you probably sit alone in your apartment jerking off to. You want to see that, Nick?"

She didn't wait for his answer. Swiping through her phone, she scrolled quickly through the thousands of images from her photoshoots, her fingers stopping on a set of unreleased pictures from the Ando shoot that had never been made public. The first shot she selected was one of her standing with her back to the camera, her red thong tugged halfway down her thighs, leaving her bare ass completely exposed. Her tall 5'11", toned tanned body was on full display--her long legs leading up to her firm, round ass, which was perfectly framed by the skimpy lingerie. Her bare skin gleamed under the soft lighting, the curve of her ass irresistible, her smooth, flawless skin only interrupted by the thin strip of red fabric hanging loosely around her thighs.

Jackie smirked as she attached the image to the message and quickly selected another. This one was more revealing, with her thong back on but her top completely gone. She stood facing the camera, her breasts fully exposed, but her index fingers just barely covering her nipples. Her ample tits were perfectly round, firm despite their size, with nipples that were small and pink. Her fingers didn't do much to hide them, leaving just enough to the imagination as her toned abs and hips led down to the skimpy red thong that clung tightly to her curves.

She hit send.

"There," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "That should help. Now, stroke that dick for me, Nick. Show me that was really your cock or I'm going to let everyone know what disgusting perv you are."

Nick's knees bounced nervously up and down as he remained seated and saw the notifications appeared on his screen--Jackie had really sent them. His mind reeled as he opened the images. The first picture dropped his jaw to the floor--Jackie's bare ass in all its glory. Her smooth, toned legs and perfectly sculpted muscular, but feminine, cheeks made his dick twitch in his hand. The red thong pulled down her thighs only made it more tantalizing, as she squinted trying to make out the shadowed outline of her pussy lips; his gaze eventually returned to her other worldly ass and the tattooed red lips on her left cheek - he wanted so badly to be able to press his own lips against it, to bite her ass and spread them apart as he buried his face between them. His dick was now throbbing in his hand.

And then the second picture loaded, and Nick's mouth went dry. Jackie stood facing the camera, her full breasts on display, her fingers teasingly covering her small pink nipples. Her tits were even better than he had imagined--round, seamingly unnaturally perky (but were 100% natural, but stood so firm from how lean Jackie was), perfectly proportioned to her tall, fit frame. The red thong sat high on her hips, hugging every curve of her lean waist and toned thighs, but it was those breasts that held his attention. He could almost feel the softness of them in his hands, imagine how they would look bouncing if she were on top of him, riding him...

His dick swelled rapidly in his grip, the semi-hardness he had struggled with quickly turning into a full, throbbing erection. The pictures had worked like a charm.

Jackie watched him closely, the corner of her lips twitching into a knowing smirk. She could see the effect her body was having on him, and it sent a rush of satisfaction straight to her core. She loved this--watching him squirm, knowing that with a few pictures she could turn him into a panting mess.

"There we go," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "That's more like it. See? I knew you had it in you. Now, stroke it for me. Nice and slow. Don't be shy, Nick."

Nick's hand moved automatically, gripping his thick shaft as he began to stroke himself, slow at first, just like Jackie had commanded. His eyes were glued to the images on his screen, the sight of her naked body burned into his mind. His hand tightened around his dick, sliding up and down, feeling it grow harder and harder with every pass. The thrill of the situation--the blackmail, the humiliation, the fact that Jackie was watching him--only made him hornier.

Jackie bit her lip, her own arousal skyrocketing. Seeing him so utterly in her control, stroking himself for her, made her wet. She shifted in her seat, feeling the dampness between her thighs grow as she watched Nick's dick throb in his hand, the thick veins pulsing with each stroke. It really was an impressive cock--bigger than she had expected, and certainly enough to make her wonder how it would feel if she ever got her hands, or her mouth, on it.

"Good boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension as she watched him. "Now, keep going. I want to see you get yourself all the way there. You're not allowed to stop until you're hard as a rock for me."

Nick groaned, unable to contain himself as he picked up the pace, his hand now moving faster along his shaft. The shame of what he was doing faded into the background, replaced by the overwhelming arousal that coursed through him. His mind was a fog of lust, consumed by the images of Jackie's perfect body and the sound of her voice in his ear, teasing him, commanding him.

Jackie leaned back, enjoying the show, her own fingers itching to touch herself. She couldn't believe how much power she held over him, and it turned her on beyond belief. She was in full control, and Nick was completely at her mercy.

"You better cum for me, Nick," she said, her voice low and commanding. "I want to see you explode. Don't hold back. You don't want me to get mad, do you?"

Nick's breath was coming in faster and faster gasps as her words spiked his arousal further spurring on his pleasure as he vigorously stroked his cock. His strokes became more frantic, his hand moving faster and faster, tugging on his balls as he approached the edge. His mind was racing, his body trembling with the need to release. The thought of Jackie watching him, demanding that he cum for her, was too much to bear.

And then, with a loud groan, Nick came hard. His cock pulsed in his hand, spurting thick ropes of cum across his lap, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he tried to come down from the intense high.

Jackie watched with satisfaction, her eyes gleaming as she saw him spill his load. She had done that--she had made him cum, completely under her control. The sight of it only fueled her own arousal, but she kept her composure, refusing to let on just how much it had affected her.

"Good job, Nick," she said, her voice smooth and teasing. "Now, clean yourself up. You wouldn't want to leave a mess, would you perv?"

Nick, still dazed from the intensity of his orgasm, could only nod weakly, his body trembling as he tried to pull himself together.

"And remember," Jackie added, her voice taking on a more playful tone, "you still owe me for blasting me with those dick pics. I'm not going to let you off that easy."

Nick swallowed hard, unsure of what she meant, but too exhausted and overwhelmed to question it further. All he knew was that he was completely at her mercy now, and that he wasn't sure if it really bothered him anymore.

Jackie ended the video chat with a satisfied smirk, feeling more in control than ever before. She loved having Nick under her thumb, willing to do whatever she told him to do, and she was already thinking of ways to keep him on his toes.