Shit! Shitty fuck fuck! I'd known that I was going to be having anal with David sooner or later unless I found a way out of this blackmailer's grasp. The important bit there was 'later' as that was what I'd fervently been hoping. I wasn't free to say no to him, and yet I desperately wanted to. Needed to.
I'd had things up my bum before. Thick marker pens and my hairbrush handle were both visible in front of me as I sat and thought. They had basically sat in place while I did other things with my body, naughty things. I liked the feel of them in there as an added extra, but it wasn't about them. A cock would seem to be much wider, and longer, though, and having a guy thrusting away would make a heck of a difference.
With a guy controlling the speed and rhythm, I'd be at his mercy, and I didn't like the idea of that, although this seemed a nice enough bloke. Getting the deed done with David didn't seem that difficult to accomplish, so failure didn't seem likely. However, cleaning him with my mouth was going to be gross. I didn't like the idea of sucking cock, but after Connor last night I couldn't exactly complain about that part -- but the poo element... no thanks!
"I need to know that there's an end to this. That you'll give me my phone and the videos back eventually, then prove that you've deleted everything. Otherwise, I'd be a fool to continue to give you more material against me. To keep humiliating myself for your pleasure" I was a bit late saying this as I had given him much more than the initial videos. Better late than never though, as someone once said.
'You like almost being caught -- the possible threat of exposure -- while keeping just this side of safe. I'm now going to control that. You will keep filming this sort of close encounter in the same way that you have been doing. However, you will then either send through the footage for my collection, or I'll take it directly from your computer.'
Now that was interesting, although not just for what was written. Previously I'd seen him typing, and the occasional errors that he'd gone back and fixed as he went along. He'd even gone back and added in missing commas and the like. I'd have done the same. This time, however, he had clearly cut and pasted a pre-written paragraph. I wondered if he realised that I could see this happening. I couldn't see any advantage in knowing this but would file it away in my head, just in case. And then he did the same again.
'You like things to be on the edge of control. I'm going to take you over that edge by taking charge of these little adventures. You will not be generally exposed, unless by accident, but there will be a much higher chance of that happening than previously. You've been slowly increasing your risk levels over a period of time. We will increase that rate, and at the same time you will be totally exposed to me.'
"Look," I said in reply, once the creepy voice had finished reading aloud. "I understand what you are saying, but I'm not sure that you are hearing me. I have no incentive to keep doing this if the hole I'm digging in my life is just getting deeper and deeper. I'm switching metaphors here but, unless I can see light at the end of the tunnel, no matter the things you want me to do before reaching it, then I'll not play along. I might as well just face the music right now and have my life destroyed before the continued humiliation and pain of whatever is giving you joy here!"
He didn't type a reply this time but opened another window on the screen, this one showing another pre-written email. This one seemed to have the now-standard 50 recipients -- the first two of which on the list were my parents, followed by my sister. More family and close friends filled in the rest of the spaces. He'd not chosen this at random.
In the subject line was the name of a video I'd taken. "Strictly Cum Dancing" was intended to be a pun on the TV show "Strictly Come Dancing" as well as being an instant reminder of when and where I'd taken this. My mouth was suddenly dry as I was hit by fear. The idea of what looked like pretty much all of my relatives, of all ages, getting this, along with my closest friends, was just bloody horrible.
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As a family, we loved watching a dance show on the TV called Strictly Come Dancing. It was a knockout sort of a competition thing where the worst contestants were kicked off the show each week. While I say that we 'all' loved it I think my dad tolerated it for the sake of the three women in the household. He was pretty good like that on the whole. We'd leave him to the football, and he'd sometimes leave us to our soppiness. Strictly, he stuck with though.
On this occasion, the show was about to begin and Helen, my sister -- well, step-sister really, although we never thought of us as two families that had come together as it had happened when we were both about three years old and so was far, far, in the distant past -- had just called upstairs to tell me to get my butt in gear or I'd miss the start.
I told them to just start without me and not to bother pausing it or anything, as I was just finishing something and didn't want to keep them all waiting. In a sense, that was perfectly true. I was just finishing stripping off and laying my clothing out so that I could get it back on as quickly as possible when the time came for that part of my evening.
My recordings of nudity and masturbation and the like had gone a little stale. Samey. Most of them were in outdoor settings and were starting to get repetitive. Even the indoor ones were much too similar to the ones before and, frankly, they were not doing it for me in the same way anymore when I watched them back. It was time to step it up a notch and do something much riskier.
The door closing in the living room was my signal to leap into action. I knew that the three of them would be pretty much glued to their seats for the next hour. The loo had been visited, fresh drinks had already been poured, snacks chosen, phones put aside, and now all attention focused on the TV. Just what I needed to be able to do something stupid and have a fair chance of getting away with it.
Although my sister and I saw each other nude, or near enough, from time to time, my parents wouldn't have seen me that way for years. What any of them would say if they caught me creeping around the house in the nuddy, and filming myself, I had no idea. And that was the more polite bit of the plan.
I'd been playing with myself for the last half an hour while thinking about going through with this, and getting myself into the right state of mind. The one where you are so hyped and full of sexual tension that you cannot think straight. The one where you'll do the stupid thing because, at that moment, it seems fairly reasonable.
As I crept down the stairs, I knew that I stunk of sex already. My pussy was leaking as much as it ever had and drips were heading down the inside of my thighs towards my knees. Both of my hands were also covered in the juices I'd been putting out. I'd dried my left enough to hold my phone properly, minimising the chances of slippage, but there would be no disguising what I was up to.
My annoying inner labia were poking out like some sort of octopus that had got stuck inside of me. I hated them but had made sure to record it on the camera to add to the sense of embarrassment and perverseness that I'd feel on watching this back at a later time. After all, that was a major factor in why I was doing this. I wanted to know that I could have been caught here, and relive the terror of that possibility. Being seen in all my hideous glory.
Although I knew that none of them would exit the room, I was still going down crouched and against the wall. What the hell I thought that would do to help me if they walked into the hallway I didn't know. Wide staircase, naked, clearly horny, girl with nowhere to go. Crouching and moving slowly wasn't going to camouflage me here.
On reaching the bottom, I did take care as I rounded the banister at the foot of the stairs. The step two up was a creaky one, so I'd missed it out as it might well be heard, and came right out into the open. From here, I could see into the living room through lots of small glass panels that let the light travel in each direction and kept the house bright.
Ahead, I could see my mum and then dad on one sofa, and at right angles to that, with her back to me, was my sister. The TV was against the far wall, angled so that both sofas got a fair view of it. Helen wasn't going to see me unless she saw a reflection of something moving behind her and turned to check it out, but my parents could much more easily.
This was moronic, and I knew it. I knew that I should claim this as a win and go back up right now, but that wasn't the plan. I had decided to do this, and something in my brain was making me carry it through regardless of any sort of common sense. I crept up to the glass panels, still filming, and turned my back to them.
I masturbated for what was only a small number of seconds, but seemed much longer at the time, while making sure that the view over my shoulder of the three members of my family was caught forever. Me naked and with my fingers dripping as I stuck them into my mouth. Me fucking myself while trying not to squelch too loudly as I was only inches from my sister's ears with just a thin glass panel between us.
Whatever passed for a brain clicked into gear just in time. I needed to cum, and if it happened right there then there would be no hiding it. The three of them would pause Strictly, walk into the hall, and look down on my squirming sticky body. What the consequences of that would be I had no idea, but thankfully the rest of my plan was what I was moving towards.
I hurried back up the stairs (missing the dodgy step), while making sure I stayed as quiet as I could. Sensible me would have just gone into my own room and finished off in there. Nope, nothing doing. I went into my parent's room and, opening the drawer in my dad's bedside table, reached to the back and pulled out the thin white vibrator.
