One Week With Heather (Part 1)
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Blackmail, Coercion, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Light Bond, Spanking, Anal Sex, Enema, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Sex Toys,
Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Prologue - A teenage girl blackmails a 22 year old guy with the threat of rape charges to coerce him to go along with her humiliating sexual exploits
My name is Aaron. I was twenty-two years old and I met Heather on AOL (these events took place in 1998. Does anyone remember AOL chat rooms these days?) We chatted for a while before she invited me over to her place. She told me her roommate was going to be gone for the week, so we would have the apartment to ourselves. I took the week off from work and headed over. It was about a two hour drive and I couldn’t wait to meet her. It was the first time we’d met in person and she was pretty, though average. She was about 5’ 1”, and certainly not fat, but a little plump, weighing maybe 145 or so. I liked a girl with curves and a figure anyways. It was summer and college was out for the season, but I was working part time and had worked that day. That meant that I hadn’t left until after dinner so it was fairly late when I arrived, almost ten o’clock. She wasted no time and brought me immediately to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and dropping them on the floor. Her boobs were big and full. Her pussy had a small mound of hair directly above. The sex was good, though unspectacular. Things went South when I awoke the next morning to camera flashes. I looked around and rubbed my eyes. I was still lying naked on the sheets in Heather’s bed. She was dressed in Linda shorts and a plain white t-shirt. She also had a smile on her face that didn’t make me feel comfortable at all.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Sleep well?” she asked.
“Good morning. Yes, great thanks. What’s with the camera?” I inquired. Meanwhile she had already moved over to her desk and computer and connected the camera to it. I saw typing and clicking going on.
“Huh? Oh, nothing,” she said casually. “Just evidence.”
“Evidence? What are you talking about?”
“Well, the police always like to have evidence to convict pedophiles you know” she said quite matter-of-factly.
That was when she dropped the bombshell that she was not, in fact, nineteen as she had told me, but was only sixteen.
“Oh, I also saved a sample of your cum and have it stored in a vial in a safe location. The photos I just took I uploaded to a safe place also.” She kept speaking in her off-handed tone, the way you would say “I also made a pot of coffee if you want some”
By this time I was getting jittery and stammered “Look, you told me your were nineteen! I had no way of knowing otherwise!”
“Hmmm, did I say that? I can’t recall. Not that it matters much. What jury would really believe that anyways. Especially when I tell them about how you forced yourself on me.
“I did no such thing!” I protested.
“No? I guess the jury can figure it all out.”
I started to protest again when she put up her hand sharply and cut me off.
“It doesn’t have to go that route you know” she commented. “All you have to do is do as I say.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“You took the week off from work right?” I nodded. “So we have seven days together anyways. All you have to do is do whatever I say until Saturday and I’ll give you the vial and delete the photos. Then you can go back to your own apartment, job, and life. Otherwise, I can just call the police now if you prefer and we can let them sort it out.” She picked up the phone menacingly and reached for the buttons.
“No!” I shouted. “I’ll do it. Whatever you ask.”
She smiled a wicked smile. “Good.”