Blacmail Boomerang

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. All students portrayed in a school setting or otherwise are high school seniors that are about to graduate and are all 18 years of age.

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Candy struggled to control her hyperventilating. Her heart pounded so fast it felt like a heavy metal rock drummer had invaded her body. An expression of sheer panic scrunched up her pretty face. "Fuck! This is crazy!" she whispered to herself.

It was rumored her math teacher would "help out" a female student with failing grades. Candy hoped the rumors were true. She nervously waited for Mr. Barclay to come out of his classroom. She intended to blackmail Mr. B.. Not for herself. To help her boyfriend get a passing grade and graduate.

The possible outcomes of RJ's plan worried her. What if Mr. B. didn't take the carrot? What if he called the principal? The hallway walls felt like they were closing in. The buzzing fluorescent lights above amplified her anxiety. She tugged at the hem of her short cheerleading skirt for the hundredth time. If the rumors were true, she was willing to play her part to the fullest extent. Even letting Mr. B. have sex with her if she had to. All for the sake of love.

The empty hallway starkly contrasted the usual chaos. Everyone had gone home. Candy's insides coiled up ready to snap. The light white fabric of her cheerleading skirt brushed against her skin. Looking down she was horrified to see that her nipples had hardened. "Damn! Not again!" She adjusted the top but there was no way to hide her pointy nubs. The thought of Mr. B. seeing her naked body made her knees wobble. But RJ had to graduate. This was for him.

Time to check in. Her hand shook as she pulled her phone from the elastic waistband of her tiny skirt. She needed to send a quick text to RJ.

"In position. Waiting. Is camera set up?"

she typed. The text sounded more confident than she felt. Her thumb hovered over the "send" button before pressing it. Her phone vibrated almost immediately with his response.

"you're the best girlfriend ever!. all set. this will be easy peasy"

She shook her head to clear the doubt that had settled in.

RJ's plan was simple. At least for him. All he had to do was plant a recording device. She would have lure Mr. Barclay to the gym storage room. Then do whatever it took to get him on record saying he wanted to have sex with her. Worst case scenario, she would let him fuck her. The tape would be used to blackmail Mr. B. The thought of being fucked by her teacher made her pussy twitch. Once more she cursed herself for allowing RJ to talk her into his stupid scheme.

To make Candy more appealing to Mr. Barclay, RJ decided that she should wear her cheerleading uniform. Without underwear. Her youthful breasts were visible under the light material. Her nipples hard and poking out like Jennifer Aniston's. The short flared mini-skirt barely covered her bare ass and freshly shaved pussy.

Fidgeting, Candy tried to settle her nerves. Her tongue danced nervously along her bottom lip, side to side. Being exposed and vulnerable like this excited her in a strange way. She never imagined being an exhibitionist would turn her on. A quick check with her finger confirmed it. She was soaked. Candy's head snapped to the sound of the classroom door opening.

Bart. Barclay stepped out and stopped. His eyes widened at the lovely sight before him. Candy Nash was leaning against the wall. Her white cheerleading outfit contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. He scanned the hallway in both directions. Checking for prying eyes. Seeing none, he took a step towards her. A wide grin building on his handsome face.

Candy's heart stopped. This was it. The moment to play the seductress or bolt like a scared rabbit. A forced smile greeted her teacher. Her perfect white teeth clenching together. A hot flush of embarrassment crept up her neck. At least Mr. B. wasn't bald, fat, and ugly she thought.

"Hi, Mr. Barclay. I've been waiting for you," she said sweetly in a breathy voice. "Got a sec?" She gave him her best sexy smile showcasing two deep dimples in her flushed cheeks.

Bart didn't know what this was about. Seeing her waiting for him in her cheerleading uniform was unexpected. His eyes lingered on the outline of her breasts. His pupils dilated when he saw she didn't have a bra on. Candy's nipples poked out like twin bullets. His mind raced with dirty thoughts.

Unable to stop himself, he stared at her like a predatory animal. "Candy, what brings you here looking so... perky?" His voice dripped with insinuation. With no one witnessing his perverted actions, he blatantly eyed her chest. "I always have time for eager students!" He gestured to her hardened peaks. "And you look very eager!" he laughed.

The school's logo was emblazoned across the front of thin tight fabric. She knew her well-formed tempting tits looked naked and exposed beneath the semi-transparent athletic top. Especially her pink rings and protruding nipples. The cool air in the hallway made her shiver. Goosebumps formed across her body.

Candy struggled to stand still under the lecherous gaze of her handsome teacher. He was eating her up with his eyes. "Mr. Barclay, I have a favor to ask. I need a man's opinion." Her words made him puff up. "Will you watch me while I do my cheer routine. It will only take a few minutes. I would be forever grateful to you!"

She gave him a hopeful look keeping her eyes wide and innocent. Her eyelashes fluttered at him. "I know a way to thank you for your time." The seductive offer made him smile.

Bart checked his phone. His wife would be arriving at the restaurant in half an hour. Today was their first wedding anniversary. The thought of making his frigid wife wait was appealing. After getting married, she only allowed him to have sex with her once a month. The key word being allowed. The bitch wouldn't even suck his cock anymore. He never should have married her without a prenup. Turns out she was after his money. His lawyer was helping him hide major assets from her until the time was right to divorce her.

"Well, I suppose I could spare a few minutes. Especially seeing how excited you are." He didn't try to hide his thoughts. "Let's go in my classroom. For privacy."

In a split second, Candy's composure disintegrated. The plan was to get Mr. Barclay into the gym storage room. RJ had the spy camera planted there. "NO!" Her voice took on a squeaky desperation. "I mean, I need more room. Can we go to the gym instead? It's empty."

Bart's spider senses went off. "The gym?" Her soft blue eyes couldn't hold his. She blushed and looked away. Something was up. He had "assisted" several female students over his twenty years of teaching. They all wanted or needed a better grade. And they gave him what he wanted in return. It was a classic "win/win" story.

Candy didn't need his hep. She had passed with honors. Then it dawned on him. He knew exactly what Candy was up to. She was trying to help out her boyfriend; RJ. He prayed this blonde cheerleader with a killer body was desperate enough to be another notch on his belt.

Bart never understood how FJ got Candy to be his girlfriend. He was a pot-head with no brains and little future. The kid had flunked math and missed his chance to graduate. Now it looked like RJ had talked her into some kind of scheme. Bart decided to play along. To see how this ended.

"I don't know, Candy," he said raising a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her body gave a little shiver. When she didn't try to move away he knew he had guessed right. His hand caressed her face, shoulder and bare arm. "Do you promise to make it worth my while?" Her skin was soft and warm under his finger tips.

Candy bit her lip. She needed to keep up the facade. "I... I promise, Mr. Barclay," she stuttered. Trying to keep her voice sweet despite the anxiety eating at her tummy.

Bart leaned in smelling her hair. "If you don't keep your promise I may have to spank you." He whispered into her ear. His dark eyes found her shocked soft blue ones. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Trapped against the wall, she struggled to stay calm. He was giving her a chance to runaway. To change her mind. But she had to stay strong. Mr. B.'s eyes glinted, waiting for her answer. "Yes. I'm sure," she replied, unable to stop her voice from breaking.

Bart's eyes narrowed slightly. He was 100% right. RJ put her up to this. The thought of fucking her made his fat cock jump. He had been waiting for a chance to get his hands on Candy. Ever since the first day she floated into his school. She had always been cold towards him. Now she was throwing herself at him like a rock band groupie. It was too good to pass up. He ran a finger over her red lips. She squirmed but didn't object. "Okay, the gym it is. I can't wait to see you in action," he drawled. "I bet I will be impressed with your form."

The touch was gentle but firm. She fought the urge to suck his finger. "Thanks, Mr. B. I'll do my best to not disappoint you." She offered him a shaky smile. He moved his hand down. Coming dangerously close to her breasts. But his hand didn't stop. Instead, it slid over to her shoulder and down her arm. He squeezed a bit. Not hard enough to cause pain. "Should we go now?" she asked.

"I want you to lead the way," he said with a knowing smirk. "But not too fast. I want to enjoy the view." He allowed his eyes to wander over her body one more time. "Don't forget to wiggle your butt. That's what cheerleaders do, right?"

Candy nodded in agreement. "The coach said it helps us look sexy," she replied. Forcing herself to give him a little giggle. To sound as cheerful as possible.

"Well, I always thought you were sexy, Candy. But today, the way you're dressed, I think you're the sexiest girl in school!"

The compliment went straight to her head. His handsome face and words made her blush. "Thanks." His fingers slid off her bare elbow and it surprised her that she missed his touch. Her thoughts were spinning out of control. Turning she adjusted her tiny skirt and started walking down the hallway. Slowly. Her jelly legs barely keeping her upright.

Looking back to make sure he was following. She purposely exaggerated the sway of her hips. But not enough to reveal she didn't have any panties on. She would save that surprise for later. It would be her ace in the hole. Her honey hole would be the lure to catch him by the balls.

Bart's eyes were glued to her tight round ass. Each time her skirt flipped up she flashed her bare ass cheeks.

"Fuck! Candy doesn't have any panties on!"

He adjusted his eager cock.

"this is ten times better than an anniversary dinner with my cold wife. I've got a sexy little cheerleader willing to spread her legs to get a good grade for her boyfriend"

"Looking good, Candy," he laughed. "Nice and cheeky!"

Mr. B.'s comment made her heart race. His hungry eyes mut have caught a glimpse of her bare butt. The thought made her wetter. Each step Candy took brought her closer to the fateful moment. She was about to trade her dignity for RJ's future.

They arrived at the gym doors. The familiar vast empty space didn't look inviting. The bleachers looked eerie in the low light. Mr. Barclay put a hand on her shoulder and she jumped letting out a low squeak. "You scared me," she chirped in obvious fright. "I guess I'm a little nervous."

Bart's hand moved to her back and he rubbed in circles. Her body tensed up under his fingers. He almost ran his hand down to her bare ass but stopped himself. "Ready to show me everything you've got, sweetheart? I expect a performance that blows my mind," he drawled. "Do you promise to blow me? Away." He asked with the emphasis on "blow."

The thought of blowing him made her tummy squirm. She had to stick to the plan. "S-Sure, Mr. Barclay," she managed to say with a forced smile. "I promise to... blow you away. But I'm going to need a mat from the storage room. Can you help me grab one?" she asked.

Bart's smile grew wider. With a knowing wink, he agreed. "Okay," he said. His hand trailed down her back. He smacked her ass before she could move away. "But are you sure you want to be alone with me in a small dark room?" he teased. "Especially since you aren't wearing any panties. You must love RJ a lot to be doing this for him," he declared. "What will your mom say when she gets fired from the school board because of you?"

The smack did more than make her ass burn. It jolted her sanity. Mr. B. had figured out RJ's blackmail plan. She caved in like a sandcastle at the beach hit by a wave.

"I'm sorry! Please don't blame me. This was RJ's idea. I was supposed to get you in the storage room. He has a hidden camera in there. I was going to..." She didn't want to finish the sentence. "RJ was going to use the video to blackmail you."

Bart held his phone up in front of her face. "I know, sweetie. I recorded your extortion attempt. If I take this to the principal neither of you will graduate.

Candy felt the blood drain from her face. Mr. B. reversed the blackmail trap on her. The room spun around her. She went numb. Her world collapsed. "EXPELLED?" Shock reverberated through her body. "No! Please! RJ made me. Don't punish me!" she pleaded. "Maybe I can let you... you know... do it to me."

"Do what?" Bart sneered. His eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. "You threatened my job, my livelihood." He reached under her short skirt. Candy whimpered but didn't pull away when his large hand touched her bare pussy. "Here you are flaunting yourself like a dirty street whore! Are you willing to be my whore? Or do you want to get expelled?" His fat finger slipped between her wet folds. "Your wet and hot pussy says yes," he laughed.

"OH GOD!" There was no mercy in his eyes. She had lost control. Not sure if she ever had it. How could she have been so stupid to think this would work. His finger slid deeper. The discomfort turned to something else. The thought of "doing it" with Mr. Barclay wasn't the worst thing she had ever done. "Okay. I will do whatever you say," Her mind and body surrendered to his dominance.

A triumphant look spread across Bart's face. "I knew you were a smart girl. Too smart for RJ." He rubbed her clit with his thumb while his finger remained buried in her.

She stopped trying to reject his finger. His touch stirred up deep feelings. She squatted down on his hand. "If I do what you want, do you promise not to get me expelled? My mom will never find out?." Her begging eyes searched his for confirmation.

"You have my word!" He pulled his finger out of her pussy and smelled it. "Suck it clean," he demanded.

Candy didn't hesitate. This was for her future. For her mother's legacy. She took his thick finger in her mouth. She sucked it clean as his brown eyes watched her every move.

"Tell me what's in the storage room?"

"RJ bought a camera. It looks like a smoke detector. He set it up to record you saying something incriminating," she confessed. "Or to record you fucking me. I didn't want to do this Mr. B. You have to believe me! RJ forced me."

Bart smirked. "Nice try, Candy. But I know you planned this together. You're as guilty as RJ. We're still going to go in the storage room, but now it's going to be for a different reason. You're going to do everything I say to save yourself." He took her small hand in his large one to lead her to storage room door. "And you better make sure I'm completely satisfied," he said with authority.

Submissively, Candy walked beside him. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to make do things. Sex things. And she couldn't believe she found herself looking forward to that.

He stopped them outside the closed door. "I want you to go in by yourself. Find the camera, smash it, then bring it to me. Don't let me down."

"I won't."

The door squeaked. Darkness enveloped her. The dim light from the gym barely penetrated the room. Dust assaulted her nose and she tripped on some equipment. She blinked rapidly to adjust her eyes. The small room smelled of old sweat. A stark contrast to Mr. Barclay's masculine cologne. Off in the corner a red light was flashing. She made her way to it. The fake smoke detector was sitting on top of a couple of boxes. Pointed to the middle of the room. Her stupid boyfriend didn't even bother to mount it to the wall. It could have fallen over at any time.

She stood in front of the camera. The red light taunted her. A silent witness to her predicament. She reached up. It was lighter than she thought it would be. Dropping it to the floor she stomped on it with all her might. The plastic shattered under her white sneaker. She didn't care if RJ found out she destroyed it. He could go fuck himself.

Coming out of the darkness she handed Mr. B. the broken pieces of the spy camera. "I killed it," she said with a determined voice. "I'm not going to let RJ ruin my future."

"Is this the only one?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." His hand found her bare ass again. Submissively, she opened her legs. "Time to have some fun," he said directing her into the storage room. He tossed the smashed smoke detector in the corner. "Close the door and turn on the light. I want to see if what you're offering is enough to keep my mouth shut."

Nodding, she obeyed. Darkness engulfed them and she panicked. Frantically, her hands searched the wall for the light switch. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered to life. The light reveled a cluttered room. Old basketballs, nets, mats and an assortment of other sports equipment. She turned and faced him. Chin up in defiance. ""I only have one request. Don't mark my face." she said vainly.

Bart's vulturous gaze softened. "I would never hurt a face as beautiful as yours. You're the prettiest girl in school."

"Do you think so?" she asked. Forgetting she was scared. "What about Missy Stafford?"

"She can't hold a candle to you! The way she walks looks like she has a stick up her ass."

Candy laughed. "You're right! We all make fun of her! I heard she won't swallow!"

"Is that right?" Bart liked the relaxed version of Candy. She had accepted her fate. There was no rush. He would enjoy this moment. First he would find out more about her and then fuck her.

"Candy, I want you to tell me all the sex things you do with RJ. Every explicit detail. Maybe, and I say maybe, that's all you will have to do." His intention was two fold. To give her false hope. But also to learn how experienced she was.

Candy felt her cheeks burn. Talking about her sex life with her teacher would be awkward. But if that's all he wanted, she would gladly do it. "Um, we do everything," her voice trailed off.

Bart didn't need to say anything the look on his face spoke volumes. Candy continued without further prompting. "At first, all we did was kiss and he would feel up my breasts. Every time we were alone I let him put his hands under my top. In his car, his house, my house, even here at school once." She swallowed hard. "Then RJ wanted me to hold his cock while he sucked on my nipples."

Her voice grew quiet as she remembered the intimate moments. "He asked me to kiss his cock. But, I refused. He kept begging me. He threatened to break up with me if I didn't. And tell everyone I was a cock tease." she whispered. "I couldn't let that happen."

"You did more than kiss his cock. Didn't you?"

Candy nodded. "Yes. He said all the popular girls sucked. That it wasn't a big deal." She shuffled her feet. "The first time I sucked him we were parked on a quiet road. He pulled out his cock and told me this was my last chance." She looked at Mr. B. "I leaned over and took RJ's cock in my mouth. Hoping I wouldn't throw up."

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"The question brought Candy back to reality. She nodded. "I didn't say he could!" she exclaimed loudly. Her teary eyes shot up to meet Mr. B.'s. The memory of the salty taste made her lick her lips. "He wouldn't let my head go. Each time he thrust up into my mouth, I gagged a little. Then he held my head still. His cock exploded in my mouth and out my nose. I had to swallow or choke to death."