Mess with Kerri's head

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Current revision as of 22:59, 23 December 2015

Ignoring her idiot question (does she honestly expect a reasonable answer why?), you casually try some small talk. "So Kerri," you ask her, "I'm curious just what you're so upset about; that I know you're a natural blonde, or that I'm sitting in your lap peeing on you? You can tell me. And you really should just go ahead and finish peeing as long as we're sitting here."

"Please don't tell anyone," she whispers. That answers that question. You're not sure why she's so scared of anyone knowing she's blonde, but using her irrational fear for a little blackmail should be fun.

"I won't tell Kerri, just relax. Finish peeing. I'm sorry I'm peeing on you, but I didn't have a choice. I was gonna wet my shorts otherwise, and you didn't move." A moment later Kerri takes a deep breath and resumes peeing. "We can be friends, Kerri. Friends keep each others' secrets, right?"

"Ye- yes, sure," she stammers over the tinkling of her piss. You finish peeing, reach behind you, and use her shirt to wipe dry your pussy and the backs of your thighs, then lean forward to avoid sitting back in the piss.

Torturing this dumb blonde is getting you off, so you start fingering your pussy. You make sure to lean far enough forward so she can see exactly what you're doing. "You don't ever have to worry, Kerri. I swear I'll never tell," you say.

"O-okay, Katy. Th-thanks." You look back and see her staring wide-eyed at your twat. Another girl walks by the busted-open door and does a double-take. When she realizes you're frigging your clam and sitting in somebody's lap, she quickly backs out of sight. You hear the door close behind her.

"Come on, Kerri, let's get you cleaned up. Here, since I got your panties wet, you can wear mine." You take off your shorts and then your panties, which you hand to Kerri. She pulls off her jeans, which miraculously stayed dry, and then her soaked panties. You walk bare-assed out of the stall and grab some paper towels, continuing to masturbate. You return to the stall, stand in front of Kerri and hand her the paper towels. You finger yourself harder, with your pussy right in front of Kerri's face while she dries off all the piss. You can tell your little thirteen-year-old pussy is gonna cum soon if you don't stop. "Your shirt's wet too. I'd give you mine, but I'm not wearing a bra. What are you wearing under it?" Kerri looks down at her shirt blankly; she really is a dumb blonde after all. You reach down and pull her shirt over her head, revealing a camisole. "You can just wear that," you say, panting. Your orgasm is unbelievably close, and with a virginal, hormonal, sexually frustrated host you can tell it's gonna be big. Unable to hold back any longer, you grab Kerri by the hair and mash your pussy into her face. Kerri doesn't resist, but she doesn't do anything to help either. With a massive orgasm so close, she's really frustrating your efforts. It occurs to you that raping her face might actually overpower her silly fear and ruin your nice little blackmail scheme. To give things a nudge in the right direction, you first grab Kerri's left hand and position it on your ass cheek, and then quickly possess Kerri. You immediately notice that Kerri is extremely nervous, somewhat scared and only very slightly aroused. You only stay in her body for a couple seconds, but in that time you grip Katy's ass tightly, plunge your tongue inside her and, just to give Kerri a little help, bury a couple fingers of her right hand in her own twat. For her part, Katy doesn't miss a beat and you barely manage to return to her body before it's wracked by the strongest orgasm it's ever experienced, causing most of your body to go slack. Kerri seems surprised by your orgasm; she pulls her head back and lets her left hand slide down to the back of your thigh, subconsciously still fingerfucking herself. As soon as your orgasm has subsided, you pull on your shorts and thank Kerri for being such a good, trustworthy friend. You text yourself with her phone so you'll have her number, beam her a smile and leave her sitting there confused. One last look over your shoulder shows her staring her dumb blonde stare with your panties and her jeans on the floor in front of her and her fingers still in her pussy.

Do you:

• Call Kerri later
• Stalk Kerri for a while