Blacmailing Beauty: Evelyn Exposed

This is a fictional story, drawing inspiration from two sources: a fan (Evelyn's namesake) who shared some of her darker, more risque kinks & fantasies - and a story written by tsundef (

Zoey's Blackmail

).

Evelyn had fantasies of cheating on her partner, of limited exhibitionism, and of increasingly-brazen public acts. But she knew that, in truth? She only

rarely

had the stomach to act on those desires.

...unless someone forced her to. Like a hacker-turned-voyeur, blackmailing her from afar into doing things she hated-yet-loved.

Story is told from the perspective of the hacker/voyeur.

*****

Any given day, at any given moment... Evelyn was a captivating, curvaceous beauty.

How much of her beauty, her seductiveness, and her indulgently flirtatious sexuality was revealed? Well, that was a different matter entirely -- variable based on a myriad of factors.

Factors that felt very observable after over half a month of watching her.

Eve's half-Latina, and stands at 5'4". Her wavy, deeply dark brunette hair reached all the way to the small of her back -- and was only

sparingly

interspersed with lighter highlights. Her eyes, a dark moss-agate hazel, could be piercing in one moment and disarming in the next. Her lips were full, and

barely

tinted into a soothing shade of either copper rose or old rose. She also had a very intoxicating smile. Her face as a whole was quite expressive, but it was her lips & eyes that were perhaps the most revealing.

She's remarkably fit, too - though, often, she manages to find some imagined flaw of her appearance to critique. The plentiful curves of her DD-breasts flattered her every bra & top, and her ass rarely failed to tempt a wanting gaze from many an admirer... But to her overly self-critical gaze? Her tits were impressive, but her ass felt lackluster -- little & too flat (in her assessment alone - a complaint few others would repeat).

Eve was twenty-six years old, but could easily pass for twenty - with minimal effort. With the shape she was in, and the care she took of her

breathtaking

body? It hardly felt surprising.

She had a few tattoos, as well. A bumblebee barely above each knee, low on the outer-side of her thighs. An elephant (perhaps Ganesha?) in an artistic, slightly surreal form on her right foot/ankle. And a Tree-of-Life on her right shoulder.

She could be flirtatious, but was

always

engaging - and she carried a passion for life that few could match. She had a remarkable intellect, and a teasingly playful sense of humor. But her personality remained shielded and somewhat reserved in most presences. She was an interesting young woman, and truly gorgeous...

But, somehow? She was at least twice as gorgeous immediately after leaving the shower.

Her partner had left early in the morning for work, and she had the house to herself -- allowing for simple indulgence of an uninterrupted shower. And as she left it? Freshly washed, fully relaxed... Her body still glistening as she dried herself off? It was an exquisitely indulgent view, even if it wasn't intended to be for anyone in particular.

Eve's already-dark brunette hair was tinted into even darker shades, still wet and partially clinging to her body as she entered her bedroom. She toweled herself off as she approached her dresser, quickly endeavoring to dry, tame, and style her hair. From there she proceeded to moisturize -- spreading lotion along her calves, working her way up her thighs, continuing over her arms and, eventually, to her face. She gathered just a

bit

more lotion and began applying it to her chest. It felt as though her hands were lingering just a few seconds longer than they had elsewhere as she rubbed and caressed the fullness of her breasts.

It was a simple, daily task of self-care for her, but for me? It was an enticing & alluring opportunity to watch her in such an exposed moment - especially given how undeniably

magnificent

her tits were. Words like pillowy came to mind based on their size & softness, yet they remained perky & bouncy, too. Let alone her adorably small pink areolas, or her clearly

barely

erect nipples.

Eve's hands continued to linger on her breasts, only for her to eventually glanced longingly towards her bed. Seconds later she was crawling atop her blankets, throwing her towel over her pillow, and laying down comfortably. Except... One hand was immediately venturing past her thick bush and between her legs.

She was immediately rubbing herself, if with an apparent degree of initial restraint. Her forefinger and ring finger were rubbing her outer lips, but her middle finger? It was alternating between teasing, oval patterns near her clit and more direct, brief explorations of her inner lips. Her energy and focus rapidly evolved, with initially slow movements accelerating at an eager, almost hungering pace. It felt like it took very little for Eve to find her own natural rhythm.

Her other hand returned to her boobs, alternating attentions between them as she continued a more focused effort teasing her clit.

She was nearly silent, as she was most times she indulged in masturbatory efforts... Well, apart from a couple of rare, throaty moans which hung in the air as she found a comfortable pace to her pleasured explorations.

I had to appreciate the high-definition quality of her Smart-TV's camera,

and

the excellent upload speed of her connection. It made watching (and recording) her far easier than it might otherwise have been. Installing the malware, infecting the many devices across her network, and -- in turn -- having watched her & her partner over the last several weeks? Well... There were over twenty days of video recorded, with countless image stills documenting her in many varied states of exposure: dressing, undressing, exploring her own body at length (as she was still doing now), and

several

nights of pleasure with her partner -- during which she'd been thoroughly fucked in a variety of positions.

I'd chosen a selection of five highlights from the last several days to post, in a slideshow format, on her bedroom's Smart-TV. My hope being to convey both the sense of exposure she'd been unaware of, and the position she now found herself in...

As Evelyn increasingly lost herself to efforts of self-pleasure, the slideshow began playing:

1.

A captured image from her Smart-TV's cam: Eve pulling on a pair of black, lace boyshorts a few days prior. I couldn't quite articulate why, but to me? It showed her adorable ass in all its lust-inspiring glory. Her cheeks begged fondling, squeezing, spanking, and claiming.

2.

A still image caught from her malware-infected cell phone: Eve immediately after a lengthy shower -- her dark, wet hair cascading over her huge tits. She'd been listening to something playing on her cell, a fittingly mischievous smile gracing her lips. A moment of relaxation, turned into an intrusive glimpse of her perfect body

unknowingly

exposed.

3.

Another image captured from her cell: Eve in a tiny, pastel blue floral pair of lace-trimmed panties, the camera carefully angled upward to capture her inner thighs, panty-clad pussy, and tits in a seductive selfie for her boyfriend.

4.

Another image from the bedroom's Smart-TV, captured the prior morning: Eve's body contorted in orgasmic bliss, clearly holding a modest vibrator against herself. The image didn't show what she was viewing on her cell, but I knew from actively monitoring her net-traffic: an erotic short story about a non-consensual encounter, which she began reading as soon as her boyfriend left for the day.

5.

Lastly? An image from the living room's security cam: Eve bent over her coffee table two weeks ago, being fucked from behind while glancing back - facing her partner and the camera (her hair frozen, mid-air and in movement in the still).

Each image would linger on screen for three seconds before cycling to the next, and it didn't take long for Eve to realize her TV's screensaver had taken on a very voyeuristic & intrusive angle. She immediately abandoned rubbing herself and began searching for her cell phone -- presumably about to call for help/advice in a state of confusion and panic.

I was ready for that...

Immediately, her Smart-TV became a virtual desktop for my use, showing her what was at stake. TOR launched, multiple tabs rapidly populating...

Messenger via Facebook appeared first: quickly signing in to her account, loading a wide range of recipients (coworkers, friends, family, etc.), and attaching the five prior images. A single sentence populated with the message: "I'm sure someone out there could use some fresh jerk off material ;););)"

Gmail populated the next tab: rapidly signing into her main account. Contacts hastily loaded, with images (and short, downgraded videos, too) quickly attaching. The subject field said plenty: "Think I need a secret account on PornHub...?"

She'd absolutely frozen by the point the Gmail messages finished populating, uncertain and afraid. That's when I spoke -- voice only barely distorted -- over the TV's speakers.

"So, this can go one of two ways. The one where you accept a role of forced submission, like in so many of the stories you enjoy... Where you acquiesce to my every demand for the moment.

Or

the one where your coworkers, mentors, friends, and family get to see you from

every

possible angle. A couple days of digital submission, or a handful of years of embarrassment and shame."

I took that moment to load video of her, actively playing it on her own TV: Eve, from only a few minutes prior. Rubbing herself without restraint, all in high-definition. I even raised the volume enough to ensure she heard the playback of her own rare moans.

Color was flooding her cheeks as she watched playback of herself expertly teasing her pussy without a care in the world. Seconds later she was staring directly at the camera's apparent position in the beveled base of the Smart-TV: obviously where she'd been filmed from.

"That's right, Eve-y. I've been watching you for weeks. Endless images and video of you."

I could see her eyes glancing to the cable modem and wireless router I knew were positioned beneath her TV. Or, perhaps, just the power strip itself.

"That would be an option... But even if you cut the connection? I've already got your logins and

plenty

of backups of you in

so

many states of exposure. You getting undressed. You bathing, showering... You fingering and vibing yourself more nights than not. And, of course, you getting thoroughly used and fucked like a good little whore should be. Cut the connection and I'll simply take it as validation you want those images and videos shared with the world -- a desire I'll readily accommodate. Alternatively, you

could

just follow my instructions. Forty-eight hours of forced submission in exchange for those files never seeing daylight. Not a bad trade, I'd say. Nod if you agree, sweetheart. This opportunity is short-lived."

Her eyes fell to the ground, shoulders slumping in an involuntary sign of resignation as she slowly nodded.

"...what do I do?"

"'What do I do...sir.'"

Her eyes stared at the camera in response to that guidance -- briefly fierce and angry, yet obviously recognizing how few options she had in the moment.

"What do I do...

sir

?"

There was a slight distaste, nearing on revulsion, in her tone as she spoke the last word. But that attitude and response was part of what made it delightful to hear the word leave her lips.

"First? Get comfortable in bed again, and spread your legs nice and wide for me. You're going to give me a show of you finishing yourself off like the secretive little slut we both know you are at heart. And remember... I want you at your best! There's a great deal on the line here. Think of yourself as my private little porn star. A camgirl for one, ya know?"

Eve obeyed, and while her engagement was clearly begrudging? Her actions betrayed an instinctive sense of what was demanded of her. As she spread her thighs more widely, she also angled her body towards the camera -- providing a better, less-obstructed view. She even brushed her hair off her chest, ensuring the tantalizing curves of her tits were on full display for her unseen audience.

Her eyes remained locked on the camera as she resumed rubbing herself, facing her unseen watcher(s) as best she could while her fingers began retracing her outer lips with light, repetitive caresses. There was a clear resistance in her, but she was giving in seemingly entirely... At least for the moment.

"You

do

have a gorgeous body, Eve. It's been a pleasure watching over you as you fingered and vibed yourself so many nights... Let alone watching you fuck."

Her body stiffened briefly in response to those words, but as she resumed caressing her outer lips? Her pace began to quicken. It was a slight thing, very slight. But... There was a part of her that, despite being disgusted and offended? Couldn't help but adore being the focus of such desire & want. Her enjoyment of being watched seemed to be competing with her revulsion at who was watching her.

"But who wouldn't enjoy watching a slutty beauty like yourself rubbing her hairy pussy? You really do have a body for porn... Now go ahead and spread your lips for me, Eve-y. Like you're showing that little cunt off for the camera, sweetheart."

Again, there was a fleeting moment where she froze in response to my words -- but it was followed, quickly, by a return to action as she used her forefinger & ring finger to spread her lips at my instruction. Her middle finger even resumed its prior work of barely exploring her inner lips and teasingly, tenderly encircling her clit.

All done while staring right into the camera.

"Tell me what you're doing, Eve."

She didn't freeze, not this time. She understood there would be more engagement expected from her -- that it wouldn't be enough to simply follow instructions. She closed her eyes as she responded, but didn't dare stop playing with her pussy as she spoke.

"I'm rubbing myself... Getting myself off for you, sir."

I could see the slightly slick wetness along her lips as she continued teasing herself at my encouragement. The words, the reminders of her circumstances... She hated and loved them all at once. They angered her and aroused her, tormenting her and teasing her.

Monitoring her net-traffic had readily revealed so much about what made her tick sexually. Truly, her kinks had slightly betrayed her... There was an adoration of exhibitionism & public sex paired with an intense fear of exposure. A love of cheating & forced submission combined with intense guilt every time she'd actually acted it out. And, of course, a deep passion for facials, creampies, older men, degrading-validation, & dirty talk.

"Be more vulgar, pet."

Her eyes were still closed, but her back was also

slightly

arched now -- her legs still spread and her pussy facing the camera. Her middle finger and ring finger were now delving into her pussy. Her thumb was barely teasing & encircling her clit.

Her voice shook slightly as she replied, something that seemed to take her by surprise:

"I'm... I'm finger-fucking myself for you,

sir

."

The stressing of the last word felt as though it turned her stomach, but her body quaked as she spoke it.

"Then let's go a step further... Get the white vibrator from your nightstand, Evelyn. Hold it up for the camera, lick it, and then guide it inside yourself for me."

There was no discernible delay or hesitation -- Eve was, instants later, digging out the vibrator and holding it up towards the camera. It was of moderate length (perhaps five inches?) and a decent thickness, and while Eve made a brief show of licking the tip of the toy? She didn't delay long before sliding it along the lips of her wet, wanting pussy.

Except... She wasn't working towards thrusting it inside herself. Instead? She worked towards inserting it only a couple inches, using the tips of her forefinger and middle finger to guide it

barely

deeper. The pressure of her cunt gripping it guided it slightly back out, and her fingers would barely push it back in. As she continued this delicate endeavor? Her thumb remained attentive to the growing needs of her clit, rubbing it directly in loving, concentric circles.

This was another habit of her masturbatory style: favoring only a limited penetration with far more dedicated attentions to her clit. But...the more she was being guided and prodded towards her normal habits? The closer she found herself approaching an unexpected-yet-building sense of pleasure. The familiarity of the patterns in her own touch paired with the near-manifestation of her darker fantasies was becoming too much for her.

Something in her mannerisms and movements changed as she approached orgasm: her actions & energy spoke to a more desperate, dire need nearing sating.

It was at this point that I began playing video of Eve from two weeks prior on her TV: her bent over her living room's coffee table, ass in the air - getting thoroughly fucked from behind. The audio had been adjusted, ever-so-slightly, to stress the sounds she'd been making in that moment: wanting, hungry, nearly-sated & very pleasured... Some carnal blending of moans and grunts, her hair flying wild.

Eve moaned in real time, softly but audibly, as she neared the edge of orgasm while watching herself being used so recently.

"Were you watching me that night, sir? Were you stroking yourself while my boyfriend fucked me?"

Her questions spoke to two needs: the need to reassert some degree of control by validating her tormentor's fantasies, and the need to validate her own desirability.

Still, I couldn't begrudge her the questions. If it enthralled her more to hear confirmations of the lust she inspired in her moments of exposure? It felt a small concession to make. And an honest one, too.

"I did... It was quite the view. You're usually more conservative and reserved with your sounds... Hearing someone make you moan like that in the moment was really something."

The pace of her thumb's teasing of her clit was masterful, and the slight movement of her hips? The convulsions of her body? The ragged, struggling breaths she drew, followed -- finally -- by a fulfilled sigh? It revealed her moment of orgasm in the seconds following my answer.

She barely made the effort to remove the toy, laying back on her bed in momentary, contemplative silence -- basking in a slight afterglow to her orgasm. Her hair had settled into something of a halo around her as she briefly rested. When she spoke a few moments later, her brief infatuation with being an object of voyeuristic attention had clearly passed.

"You said... Less than forty-eight hours. What

exactly

is this going to entail?"

Her post-orgasmic high faded quickly... But this was a line of questioning I was prepared for.

"Two days (and nights) of submission. Just two. It will obligate you exposing yourself on demand and submitting to sexually explicit instructions without question. Don't worry, though... Knowing a

bit

about your desires? I think you'll hate being forced, but love being wanted & used. Just a suspicion of mine."

Her eyes were back to reflecting revulsion & annoyance as she glared at the camera, but she nodded -- agreeing to the terms. And at that precise moment... Her doorbell rang. I'd expected the package to arrive a bit later in the day, but this provided an excellent opportunity to push her just a single step further before allowing the discussion to end.