Blackmail: Strip for T.

From Create Your Own Story

Being a young teenage girl is tough!

Well, to be fair, that's about the only pervert option you've left him. Surely you can get those math concepts down tonight? Then you might escape the whole damn thing without even having him touch you...which brings to mind one thing:

"But no spurting on me, this time. Do that off in the leaves of something."

"No problem," he says, "I brought a hankie." Likes to carry his jizz around in his pocket, does he? Figures. At least it's not too hard to set limits.

Turning your back on him makes it easier, and you get on with peeling. Shoes and socks, blouse and jeans, bra and (damn!) panties all go onto the ground. He keeps begging you to show him some moves but you're not having that - he gets to see you butt naked and pump his junk to it, and that's enough.

"Full frontal," he says, "I wanna see some full frontal..." That's fair, you guess. So you cover your eyes with your arms (who wants to see his ugly acne-face, let alone his junk?) and about-face, with your legs aggressively apart and your fine young breasts jutting right at him. His breathing gets intense as do his rubbing sounds, so you're not surprised when he soon says, "I'm done - I'm done!" You give him a moment before uncovering your eyes, only to find that he kept his cock out on purpose to give you a look before putting it away. He's already putting away his cum-drenched handkerchief, and may it bring him much pleasure in the future, 'cause his future with real women isn't looking too bright.

You get your clothes on in jig time and soon you're walking back to the parking lot, silently vowing a math all-nighter. T walks along but at least he doesn't make any comments on what you've just been doing. But as you get close to the parking lot, he says - "One more thing - when we get to my car, before you go, I want a kiss."

Oh ho ho ho - what's the answer to that?




Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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