Coerced Confused Excited

"Hi Jenny," my mom greeted me with a smile

"Hi Mom, how was dinner?"

"It was fine, the waitress was a total bitch to us, but at least the food was good."

Looking at me closer, she asked, "Are you OK? You look flustered?"

"I'm fine, I was just working out," I lied.

"OK sweety, we brought you leftovers. Hope you like sausage.

The briefest of smiles traced itself on my lips. I was sure I would soon find out.

I had to admit I was starved. The ordeal with Brad took a lot out of me. After eating, I went to my room for the night. Brade wanted a video by ten o'clock and I didn't even know how to use the built in camera on my laptop.

It only took a few minutes to learn how to turn the camera on but how do I make a video for Brad? Heck, could I even bring myself to do it. One thought of the pictures Brad took of me made up my mind. I had to do it.

"Well, no time like the present," I said to myself.

I was ready to go but thinking, how do I start? I mean, at 19, I had masturbated many times, but never intentionally. Even after Brad left, I didn't think to touch myself, it just happened. I needed motivation, so I did what we all do, I hit Google. Searching for masturbation, I found tons of links, images, and videos. Some even had really cute guys, but for some reason, a guy doing that just isn't very appealing. There were videos of girls doing it so I watched some to see what Brad would want. These girls were obscene. Very skinny with huge, and obviously fake, boobs. They screamed and stuck various objects inside themselves. None of them actually convinced me they were enjoying their "orgasm". How could anyone be turned on by this?

A little more searching found videos entitled I Feel Myself. They were much more subtle and believable. I couldn't believe I was watching girls who masturbated in public, and looked sexy doing it. This one particular girl had black hair and chubby body. She wasn't fat but certainly a bit round. Her body was like mine, and she was so pretty! As she slowly rubbed her breasts through a green sweater I couldn't help but do the same. My hand was rubbing large sensuous circles around my breasts. As her hand slipped into her jeans, mine started to do the same. Then I realized what I would do. I would start the camera and mimic what this girl was doing. If she could do it, so could I.

First, I restarted the video, then turned on the camera. It was even more exciting to see the girl touch herself again when I knew what to expect. I found myself anticipating the soft movements of her hands toucher her own body. When her hand reached inside her sweater again, I put my hand underneath my shirt, and slowly reached, fingers brushing against my stomach, then against my pink bra. The touch wasn't yet sexual, but it was erotic all the same. Following the lead set by the beautiful woman on screen, I grabbed my right breast firmly, and when she removed her shirt, I did also. Seated in my chair with no shirt on, I kept rubbing my breast, but now with two hands. The lust on her face was just so beautiful. Could I actually be horny over a girl? At that point, I didn't care, I just wanted to keep going.

Sounds, coming from the kitchen, no longer registered. Only the girl on the screen and my breasts mattered now. I kept kneading and grabbing, even pinching my nipples through the soft material of my bra causing a barely audible moan to escape my lips.

Knowing my parents were in the house only enhanced the excitement. I was no longer "their little girl," I was a woman now. I had needs that would be met. My breaths coming in short gasps, I stared, mesmerized by the girl, as she jutted her chest out, reached behind her back, and unhooked the black lacy bra, freeing two beautiful natural looking breasts. I couldn't help but imagine my hands touching them, pinching the stiff nipples. I wanted to kiss her through the screen until a knock at my door broke the spell.

"Are you all right," my father asked.

Was I too loud? I couldn't believe my parents could hear me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just finishing up my workout.

"OK baby, your mom and I are going to bed now?"

"Good night, I'll try to keep it down," I said, face red as an apple.

Now where was I, oh yeah, I hadn't stopped the video but my father couldn't hear it since I had turned the volume all the way down. With Mom and Dad in bed, I could turn it up just a little bit. Wow, the moaning sound coming from my speakers was hot. The girl had removed her pants and her hand was furiously digging underneath her panties. She was turning me on so much, I ripped my skirt off and shoved my hand into my thin blue panties. Fingers finding my wet slit, I started rubbing. Her moans mixed with my own soft noises to make a beautiful song. First one, then two, the three fingers, rubbed between my legs.

The first signs of orgasm came as my middle finger brushed against my clit, sending electric shocks throughout my body. Biting down on a pillow, I came like never before. The orgasm, that lasted minutes, was even better than the one with Brad. My body shook with pleasure even after I came.

After several minutes, normal breaths replaced gasping intakes and I noticed my hand was still in my panties, softly touching my labia. I looked to the screen, seeing the girl doing the same. She removed her hand and looked at it. As the camera panned in, I could see it glisten with her juices. She licked it like a Popsicle, savoring every bit. Following her example, I did the same. My fingers came out sticky and wet. I held them to the camera then licked them clean, savoring every bit. I've never felt as sexy as I did at that moment.

Stopping the camera, I sent the video to Brad. He replied almost immediately.

Jenny,

that was amazing. You are incredibly sexy. Now, I have two more tasks for you. I expect them to be completed right away.

1) Put something on that covers your face and take three pictures of yourself, just as you are. Then upload them to a site called literotica.com. They have a forum where you can do that.

2) Put a tight t-shirt on with no bra. Then I want you to go to Wal-Mart and buy some lubricant and a handheld massager. You must pay in a line with a cashier, no self checkout and you must set your phone to record video. Hold it in your hand or on top of your purse, I want to see the reactions of the people who see your nipples pointing through the shirt. I expect a video sent to my phone before midnight that shows your outfit and people's reactions.

What! I can't do that, I thought. It's one thing to show in front of Brad but not in public?

AS if Brad was reading my mind, I received an anonymous text message stating: "Complete the tasks and your parents don't have to see your video"

This was so exciting, but I only wanted Brad. I didn't want to go in public looking like a slut. I mean, I wasn't a slut. And now he had a video of me masturbating. What else would he make me do? Terrified, I thought of the possibilities and got ready for my trip. I had no choice.

To Be Continued

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