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

Whether it was the sunlight shining through the window that woke me, or the sound of the clicking at the keyboard, I don’t know.

Either way, I propped myself up on my elbow and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

The girl that I had spent the night with was sitting on her desk chair across the room with her back facing me. She was wearing the same black Nirvana t-shirt that she had worn the day before. I could see by the two sexy globes pressing against the seat that she had nothing else on below the waist.

I smiled as I remembered the events of the night before.

Heather was- wait, perhaps I should start by introducing myself first. My name is Aaron. I was twenty-three at the time and good looking. Well, I’m not bad looking. Perhaps a bit on the heavy side, but I’m tall and have been told that I have beautiful icy blue eyes.

Anyway, I met Heather in an “AOL Chatroom.” Readers under thirty-five may have no idea of what those are, but suffice it to say that in 1998, when this story takes place, AOL chat rooms were ‘the’ place to meet people.

We chatted for several months before we finally met in person. It was the middle of summer, so I was out of school and I took the week off from work to spend with her. That probably sounds presumptuous of me, but it was actually her idea.

She was several years younger than me at nineteen, but she had her own place; I still lived at home while attending college. She had a roommate who would be gone for the week; we would have the apartment to ourselves for entire time.

We hadn’t exchanged pictures but she had given me a description of herself. 5’ 1”, long brown hair, and “pleasantly plump”, weighing about 145 lbs. Unlike most internet relationships, she was exactly as advertised. She was, indeed, plump, but she had nice curves and I really like that anyway.

I had worked the day before so I wasn’t able to head to Heather’s until late in the evening and she lived a two hour drive from me. That meant that I didn’t arrive at her house until after 10 pm.

She dispensed with all formalities and led me immediately to her bedroom. She shed her clothes and dropped them in a pile on her floor. She pulled down her pink panties to expose her pussy which was topped with a small, well trimmed mound of fur. Her bra followed right after and exposed a generous set of beautiful breasts.

The sex that followed was decent, though unremarkable. It felt a bit mechanical on her part, but it wasn’t like I was complaining. We fell asleep in her bed with me spooning behind her.

Heather must have heard me stirring behind her because she turned around and picked up a camera from next to the keyboard. She had a smile on her face as she took a photo. I was momentarily blinded and disoriented by the flash.

Spinning back around, she connected the camera quickly to the desktop and rapidly began typing. She then withdrew a memory card from the camera and exited the room. I watched her full, round bum wiggle as she did.

When she returned, she still had a smile on her face, yet it had changed in a way that I couldn’t quite place. And the change have me chills.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Sleep well?” she asked.

“Good morning. Yes, great thanks. What was with the camera?” I inquired.

“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, 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 you 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 anyway. 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. All you have to do is do whatever I say until next Saturday and I’ll give you the vial and delete the photos. Then you can go back to your own house, job, school, 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.”

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