Blackmail: Try to encourage him to keep up the blackmail.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Fuck it. You've learned something about yourself, what you are and what you want. You've got a chance to explore it, and who's to say that's wrong? It's your life, after all...
You let T's soft cock pop out of your mouth, rock back a little on your knees, fold your hands between your legs, and give him your most soulful, pathetic look. You speak in a tiny, humble voice. "Please, T, you won't tell anyone about the test, will you? I just couldn't take that."
Your small-singing and your helpless-kitten attitude put him in just the frame of mind you secretly wanted. He curls his mouth into a sneer. "Not so long as you keep doing what I want. Whenever I want. Get it?"
You nod vigorously.
Days pass and life goes on. One or two nights a week and every weekend you're imperiously summoned over to T's house, where you strip to the skin and submit to his every whim. He loves to make you talk dirty, and describe yourself as his slutty dog whore and cock worshipper. Sometimes he records the sessions, both for jerk-off fodder and additional blackmail material. Within the first week he's fucked you in every hole you have. You keep up your studies and squeak by with C's...but it's hard to concentrate on school crap when you're always daydreaming about your new life as T's sex slave.
After a couple of weeks of that he gets bolder, making you meet him during lunch and other breaks at school, for a quick grope or a boy's room blowjob. He likes to have you jerk him off onto your belly in the morning, then order you not to wash it off all day. "So you'll have a little bit of me with you." As you submit to him week after week, he grows more confident in his mastery...and you're turned on all the more.
When the school year ends, T graduates and heads off to college in another state. Confident in his ability to find a real girlfriend now, he dumps you unceremoniously and won't return texts or voicemails. The one silver lining is that he won't share out those recordings -- the way he feels now, he's not keen to let people know he was with you.
Still, word has gotten around. In a high school like yours you can't keep a thing like that completly secret. The other kids may not know the whole backstory, but they know you and T were an "item," and one or two spied on your schooltime trysts and saw how humbly you obeyed that zit-faced geek. You've gotten a reputation as a slutbag with no standards. Your friends, your old friends, drop away or grow distant. Boys get aggressive...even loser boys who don't think they have a chance with anyone else.
It's up to you where you go from here as you finish out school. Maybe you'll try to build back your old rep, concentrate on your studies, forget about T and all of it...or maybe you'll embrace your new reputation, and dare the world to care while you take every cock you want. And worry about what it means for adult life later on.
Whatever you choose, for our blackmail tale, this is
THE END.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
