Susan had just been blackmailed into sucking her brothers cock on cam. She thought it would only be seen by her blackmailer, but it turned out he'd given the password to every bloke in the chatroom. She should be feeling angry & upset. Strangely, though, she felt a sort of pride that such a great performance was seen by so many. It deserved to be shared.
'Are you going to leave me alone now?', she asked her blackmailer, English_Hunk.
'For today, I think, so,' he replied.
Her shoulders slumped. This hadn't ended at all.
'See you at the same time tomorrow on here.'
'But I have plans,' she said.
'I'm sure you can make arrangements.'
It was a feeble attempt. She hadn't really had any plans.
The next day seemed to pass incredibly slowly. She avoided her brother in the morning, leaving early before he got up. She kept wondering if anyone from school had seen her on cam last night. Either time. (She'd previously fingered herself to orgasm in front of the whole chatroom.)
The day passed without event, though. Part of her was dreading what was going to happen that night, but another part of her got incredibly turned on at the thought of doing something wicked & naughty. She was secretly enjoying the fact that she was being forced to do something against her will. In a bizarre kind of way, she felt it took away the responsibility of it from her. She felt herself getting gradually more & more turned on all day. God, she really was a fuckslut, she realised. She should be feeling guilty.
She even thought about giving Geoff another blowjob, or even asking him to fuck her. No! That was wrong. It wouldn't happen again. But another part of her brain was telling her that he didn't seem to mind. It was just sez, after all. She was a conflict of emotions.
Finally the time came for her next session with her blackmailer. She'd taken a long relaxing bath. She also fingered herself to a small orgasm. Fingers were no substitute for the real thing, though. Hopefully she might have more of the real thing soon. She found herself checking her make up & hair in the mirror. Well, she might as well look her best. She dressed in a short, sexy skirt, without knickers.
As soon as she logged in, she had a private message (PM), from English_Hunk. 'Glad to see you could make it.'
'Well, I didn't have much choice.' Even if she was secretly enjoying this, she couldn't let him know that.
'There's no need to feel like that. I'm just helping you do things you secretly wanted to do, but didn't have the guts to.'
'Whatever.'
'I hear that your Mum has been feeling frustrated lately.' How did he know that?
'I don't know what you're talking about.' That was a lie. Her Mum had confessed to her recently that her Dad seemed to be paying a lot less attention to her lately. They hadn't had sex more than 5 times in the last 6 months. 'What do you want me to do about it anyway?' As soon as she pressed enter, she knew she'd made a mistake. Not that it would make any difference in the long run.
'I'm glad to see you're thinking along those lines. Since you asked, I want you to lick her til she cums. On cam obviously.'
'How the fuck am I supposed to do that?' She realised she wasn't even protesting.
'I'm sure you're more than capable of coming up with something. You seemed to manage just fine last night.'
'But my mother! I don't even like women!'
'Now, now. No-one is completely straight. There's a first time for everything.' This wasn't fun anymore. Just when she was beginning to enjoy being told what to do, he came up with this idea.
'I hate you, you bastard.'
'There's no need to be like that. I just want you to help your mother out. It'll all work out, you'll see.' How could he be so relaxed about it? How could she get out of it, more to the point? She thought fast, but could see no way around it. She was going to have to comply with the sick bastard again.