You might want to check out the first four chapters of Twisted Tales: Blackmailed Teacher before reading this one.
The fifth installment doesn't use any particular story for inspiration as the sharing of stories has fallen off. If you have a favorite story and would like to see how I twist it and make it my own, feel free to email me or put it in the comments.
Hopefully, it takes this story in some intriguing directions. As a bonus I look forward to reading some new, erotic stories!
As always, comments are welcome. Trolls are not.
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Brenda stared at the crumpled underwear in her hand. She was sitting on the toilet in the ladies room at school. Summer school was over and indecision roiled through her. When confronting one's blackmailer, do you still obey her commands?
Lisa had ordered her to teach without underwear, but today she was going confront her tormentor. So does she obey? Or show she isn't afraid of her blackmailer?
To wear or not to wear? The final bell had run five minutes ago. To wear or not to wear? She needed to get down to the office before Lisa left for the day. To wear or not to wear?
Still unsure of her decision, Brenda marched out of bathroom. Quickly before she lost her nerve. The brunette made her way to the gym hallway and, despite her vow, she peeked around the corner.
The gym was empty, but Lisa's office was lit. Thank God!
Mustering her courage, she banged open the door. Lisa looked up startled but when she saw it was Brenda, a smile spread across her face.
"Enjoy your day yesterday?" Lisa leaned back in her chair.
"Um... no." Brenda took a deep breath. "This has to stop. This has to stop now."
Lisa stood up. Brenda took a step back, intimidated by the blonde's 6'3 frame. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"This... needs to stop. N-n-now." The brunette's voice trembled but she kept eye contact.
"After the treat you had yesterday, you think you have had enough?" Lisa took a step forward. "We have only just started. You. Are. Mine."
"But giving me... just giving me to Clare was humiliating enough, but Troy?"
Lisa gave a puzzled look. "Troy?"
"He came over yesterday afternoon and fucked me... in my own house!"
Red-faced Lisa slammed the desk so hard, Brenda jumped.
"That little shit! I will make him pay." The tall blonde began pacing around the office. "Little fucker..."
"Wait... you didn't..." Brenda put a hand to her mouth. "So I just fucked him..."
Lisa began to laugh. "I bet he fucked you really good..."
The brunette shook her head. "I thought he was the treat you mentioned."
"No, that was taking Clare's virginity. She was so excited to see you again."
"I need my job Lisa." Brenda was close to tears. "Who knows if Troy will keep things a secret. He already told me he was going to come by next week and..."
The blonde grabbed her by the chin and looked directly into her eyes. "I will take care of Troy. Trust me."
Hesitantly, Brenda nodded. "Ok."
Forcefully, Lisa grabbed her by the shoulder and spun Brenda around. With a push, the brunette was slammed against the wall. "But I can't have my slut acting like this. Put your hands up."
Shocked Brenda immediately complied, pressing her palms flat against the wall. She felt her skirt lifted.
"Good girl." Lisa caressed her bare ass. Relief flooded through Brenda. She was very relieved that she decided to go without underwear.
Spank!
Brenda jumped.
Spank!
"You talk to me again like that and you will be fucking so many teachers and students."
Spank!
"I will sell your ass on the streets."
Spank!
"You understand me?"
Spank!
Brenda nodded.
Spank!
"Say it!"
Spank!
"I understand."
A finger was shoved inside of her.
"Fucking slut. You are so wet."
Brenda bit her lip to stay quite. The finger moved and and out. She felt a trickle of wetness run down her inner thigh. Pleasure began to build. She pushed her hips back to meet each thrust.
Spank!
"You don't get to cum after the stunt you pulled."
Spank!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Now get the fuck out of here." Lisa ordered.
Red faced and red assed, Brenda pulled down her skirt and scuttled out of the office.
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