I had been kicking around a few story ideas when I decided to try using a favorite story of mine (Fireman's Carnival by Kathy B) as a jumping off point for inspiration but wrap it up in a common storyline of blackmail. So 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, I get to read some new, interesting stories and it takes this story in some intriguing directions.
As always, comments are welcome. Trolls are not.
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"I'm not sure about this..." Brenda Ender squirmed uncomfortably as her Lisa tightened the wrist fasteners.
When she had volunteered to be a target for the senior picnic, Brenda hadn't thought the setup would be so elaborate. As a new teacher, the 24 year old felt she needed to go above and beyond to keep her job. Plus, she had only taught seniors this year. She looked forward to seeing her newly graduated students as they were equal parts excited and nervous about their futures.
"We can't have you using your hands that wouldn't be fair." Lisa Stanich smiled and gave one last tug. "Besides,it's only for an hour."
"I - I guess it's fine." Brenda tried to make herself as comfortable as possible though it was really impossible. She was bent over, head through a hole, and now her hands were tied. She looked up as Lisa appeared from behind the wall. Even though Brenda was tall at 5'9, the statuesque blonde was always a good four or five inches taller than her. Now though, she absolutely towered over Brenda.
"Relax... " Lisa caressed Brenda's cheek. "The money we raise goes to charity and after an hour, you'll be absolutely... delicious." The blonde teacher winked and for some reason, Brenda felt her cheeks redden.
Suddenly Brenda felt a hand on her ass! Frantically she tried to loosen her hands but to no avail.
"What! Lisa someone is behind me!"
Lisa's smile widened. "Oh good, right on time."
""What the fuck do you mean!" Brenda moved her ass from side to side, but a second hand joined the first.
Lisa held her phone inches in front of Brenda's face. "Remember these?"
Brenda's stomach dropped. An image of a younger Brenda, from her college days, topless with a skirt barely covering her pussy. Lisa swiped and another image, this time of Brenda's ass high in the air. And another, spread-eagle with her finger slightly dipped inside herself.
Lisa stroked Brenda's brunette hair. "This can go one of two ways... First, you will do whatever I ask for the rest of this summer. Or, I can show these photos to your husband these... and what did you say would be his reaction? Oh yes, that he'd divorce you and ruin you."
"I showed you those in confidence!"
Brenda and Lisa had been out drinking, staying out long after their co-workers had headed home. Some guys had flirted with them and Brenda had been jealous of the attention Lisa had been getting. And if she was being honest with herself that Lisa could do something about all that flirting. As they crashed at Lisa's condo, Brenda had shared photos an old boyfriend had taken of her. Photos that were sexy and explicit and a far cry from what her conservative husband would expect of his wife. As a teacher with expectations of one day moving on to administration, image was very important to him.
"Please just delete those photos!" Brenda could feel the hands grow bolder, kneading her ass.
"I've always found you to be sexy, Brenda." Lisa stroked her cheek. "Seeing those pictures were hot... but to see the need for my compliments in your eyes. They way you wanted my approval. That's when I knew you were a hot submissive. And that you could be mine."
The hands had lifted her skirt and began to rub her slit over her panties.
"So what do you say?" asked Lisa. "Should I tell him to stop and find your husband? He should be around here somewhere... " The blonde's fingers curled around her chin and and lifted her face until their gazes locked. "Or will you be mine for the next three months?"
Brenda felt a new sensation and she realized that someone was kissing and licking her ass!
"Um... well..." Confusion roiled through her. Divorced! She couldn't conceive of trying to make it on her own, probably losing this job that had taken her almost two year to get.
Her panties were pulled aside and a warm tongue wove around her lips.
Would Steve publicly shame her? If the pictures got out, she'd lose her job!
Goosebumps across her body and she realized that she was beginning to get wet!
"You need to make a decision now." Lisa's voice turned cold. She grabbed a fistful of the brunette's hair and yanked. Pain and pleasure snapped through Brenda's body.
The tongue dipped inside of her.
Nervousness increased every sensation her body felt. The chaffing of the wrist restraints. The licking of the tongue. "Uh... please keep my photos secret."
"You'll be mine?" The blonde leaned closer and Brenda could feel her breath, hot against her skin. "I need to hear you say it."
"I'll be yours...ohhh." A finger slid into her and instinctively, Brenda pushed back.
"I am going to have such fun. Relax and enjoy." Lisa stood up and walked over to a table about 15 feet away. She put out a dozen pie tins and began to fill them with whip cream. She then raised her voice."Who's ready to throw some pies?!"
Some students cheered and began to walk over.
Brenda felt her panties being tugged down to her ankles.
The first newly graduated seniors began paying for pies.
The young teacher felt pressure against her and then a cock slipped in an inch!
"Ohh..." Brenda bit her lip.
A pie smashed to her left and the cock pushed in deeper. Slid out a bit and then slid in deeper still. Warmth and pleasure began to build. Brenda knew she should be cheering and taunting those throwing pies but it was so hard to concentrate.
The cock inside of her had developed a nice, slow, long rhythm. It had been a few months since she and her husband had had sex. It was hard to admit, but it felt so -
Whiteness exploded in her vision!
"Bullseye!" Lisa yelled.
The whipcream barely registered as Brenda felt herself edging closer to a climax. The fucking grew harder and Brenda pressed her arms against the bar and pushed herself back. So close... so close...
The cock plunged deep into her and she felt it throb as a warmness spread inside of her.
"No!" Brenda cried as she realized that the man had cum before she could.
"Too late Mrs. Birmingham! I'm going to give it to you!"
She blinked away some of the whip cream and saw Troy, star quarterback, with a pie in each arm. He grinned as the first pie got her flush in the face. Brenda whimpered as the cock slid out of her.
"Hit!" Troy yelled.
Brenda tried to grin through the frustration that ached through her. She couldn't believe she had gotten so excited but now...
She felt the hands return! They pinched her ass cheeks, swatting one playfully before pushing her legs even further apart. Relief flooded through her as she felt the cock line up against her again.
It pushed in as the second pie exploded just below her.
