Blackmail/Go to School
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| - | You decide to go to school, you | + | You decide to go to school, as you don't want your parents to think there's anything wrong. You survive the day pretty well, and are happily going along to your last period, when you remember what it is. You stand shock still, and gulp visibly: Mr. Jones' math class. You weigh the options in your mind, but ultimately decide to attend. You've already got too many absences on your record already. |
| - | + | When you arrive in class, you attempt to head directly to the back of the room. Unfortunately, you wasted far too much time in your internal debate about whether or no you should go to class, and find yourself arriving late. Mr. Jones snaps at you to sit near the front, where he can keep his eye on you. | |
| - | + | Throughout class, he finds every excuse to be close to you, getting bolder and bolder with every touch. He starts out just touching your shoulders, and slowly makes his way down your arms, getting closer and closer, until he's practically mauling your tits, while dry-humping the back of your head. Even though he thinks he's subtle, you can tell that the other students are beginning to catch on, which brings out the exhibitionist in you, and makes you start to feel wet. Eventually, he gets to the point where he's too horny to care about trigonometry anymore, and decides to... | |
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Force you to strip for the whole class]] |
| - | + | *[[Make you give him a blowjob under his desk]] | |
| - | '''Requirements''' | + | ---- |
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| + | '''Requirements''' This is a story about a young girl written in second person. | ||
*[[Category:Blackmail]] | *[[Category:Blackmail]] | ||
Current revision as of 03:45, 29 November 2012
You decide to go to school, as you don't want your parents to think there's anything wrong. You survive the day pretty well, and are happily going along to your last period, when you remember what it is. You stand shock still, and gulp visibly: Mr. Jones' math class. You weigh the options in your mind, but ultimately decide to attend. You've already got too many absences on your record already.
When you arrive in class, you attempt to head directly to the back of the room. Unfortunately, you wasted far too much time in your internal debate about whether or no you should go to class, and find yourself arriving late. Mr. Jones snaps at you to sit near the front, where he can keep his eye on you.
Throughout class, he finds every excuse to be close to you, getting bolder and bolder with every touch. He starts out just touching your shoulders, and slowly makes his way down your arms, getting closer and closer, until he's practically mauling your tits, while dry-humping the back of your head. Even though he thinks he's subtle, you can tell that the other students are beginning to catch on, which brings out the exhibitionist in you, and makes you start to feel wet. Eventually, he gets to the point where he's too horny to care about trigonometry anymore, and decides to...
Requirements This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
