Chapter 3: The Project

I was still holding his cock with my right hand as I looked up at him. I jolt of fear, pleasure and excitement ran through my body and I couldn't move a muscle. There he was, with the slyest grin I have ever seen, holding his webcam and filming me while I was giving him another blowjob.

"Why are you stopping Kate?"

I was completely stunned. I didn't what I should do. If I stopped, he would definitely send those pictures, but if I continued, then he'd have more images to blackmail me with. I was completely overwhelmed with emotion. All I could do was sit there. I couldn't think clearly anymore and started to cry.

"I thought you said you'll do anything?"

"You don't have to cry Kate," he said while wiping a tear from my cheek. He then slowly guided my face towards his very erect cock. "I promise that I won't show this to anyone else. We can even watch this together later."

My blood started to boil. "Damn bastard," I thought to myself, "How dare he think I'd even want to watch myself being humiliated like this." Anger slowly replaced my emotions, but I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that I was being turned on by all this.

With all the determination and defiance I had left in me, I forced myself to stand up. I angrily glared at him and started to walk towards the door. "I won't be humiliated again, go ahead and send the pictures. See if I care." Somehow I naively thought that I could call his bluff.

I observed him through the corner of my eye as I reached for the door.

"Ok Kate, if that's what you want," he said as he started typing.

I closed my eyes as my hand reached for the doorknob. "Stop, please," I said under my breath. All hope of getting out of this predicament left my body. "Please don't send the pictures," I said as images of my heartbroken mother flooded my thoughts. "I'll do anything you want."

With my head bowed down, I turned around and slowly walked towards him.

"That's very good Kate, now let's start my project," he said as he placed his webcam on the desk.

"Kate, I want you to stand near the bed," he ordered. "That's good Kate, right there."

I looked at the teen, a mix of disbelief and frustration ran across my head. "I mean, damn, he's all naked there and he's completely ignoring me. What the hell does he want me to do? I just want this to get over with"

The teen pushed his swivel chair back and turned towards me. "Now I want you to take off your clothes Kate. Start with that cute little top of yours."

A glimmer of my dignity still wanted me to resist. But I knew that I had no choice but to obey. I lifted my spandex shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.

"Very nice, but didn't I tell you not to wear any bra," he said slyly. "It won't matter soon. Now take those tight jeans off."

Those words sent chills thru my body. I didn't really understand if it was fear or excitement that I felt. I bent over to remove my jeans exposing my cleavage to the teen.

"Very nice," he said with a grin.

I felt a little self conscious so I covered my breasts with my arms. I looked at the teen and I could see an expression of pure lust in his face. He was already stroking his cock slowly as he watched me.

The teen stood up from his swivel chair and walked towards me. Out of fear, I took a few steps back and fell into the bed.

"You won't need these anymore," he said as he unhooked my bra. My arm instinctively covered my exposed breasts. I saw a sly grin on his face as he forcefully removed my arms.

"Those are very lovely tits Kate."

A jolt of electricity ran through my spine as he cupped one of my breasts. "That felt good," I thought, surprised of what I was feeling.

He then started playing with my nipples until they were very erect. I could no longer hide the fact that I was getting really aroused. I had to let out a soft moan when I felt his tongue on my nipples. "No, stop this please," I thought to myself then let out another moan.