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Blackmailing Beauty

... you, Miss White.” “So what is the sluttiest thing you have ever done?” She seemed to be really thinking about this before speaking. Finally, she said, not really looking at me eye to eye, “I was at a party at a friend’s house in Malibu last month and I obviously drank a lot and was having a really good time. I met this guy who was soooo hot, I can’t even remember his name, but I do remember his perfect tan, his blonde hair and his amazing abs. We were talking for a little and then we went up to a bedroom and starting kissing. He took my shirt and bra off and licked and kissed my tits. Then I got on my knees, unbuckled his pants and started blowing him. It took about 15 minutes and then I swallowed his cum.” “Then what?” “Then nothing. I never saw him again,” she said, casually, like sucking a cock and never seeing him again was an everyday thing. “I see,” I considered, “Now turn around, and let me really look at you.” She obeyed rather easily and I began to wonder if she may be submissive. I spent a long time just admiring her perfect ass. I couldn’t wait to play. “Take off your bra and panties,” I demanded. Without looking back, she slowly undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. She then pulled down her silk panties and tossed them rather seductively over her shoulder. They landed just a few a feet away from me. I walked over to them and picked them up. I put them to my face and smelled her scent. As expected, it had a distinct sweet aroma. Not as expected, her panties ...

... were extremely wet. I just stared at her. I looked at her perfect ass. I lingered over her sexy long legs. I envied her long blonde hair. She sat there obediently as I admired this perfect teen. I barely remembered being 18, being so young, so ripe. My own pussy began to get damp. It was time to make my final play. I asked, “Are you ready to submit to me?” She turned around and said, her facial expression giving nothing away, “Do I have a choice?” “Everyone has choices,” I coyly said. She looked back and said, “Do I?” I smiled, not wanting to force her to please me, and said, “Of course you do. You can get dressed and leave now. But you don’t want to, do you?” She looked at me with a brief look of trepidation, before answering, “No, I don’t.” “Don’t what,” I asked for clarification. “I don’t want to leave,” she shyly whispered. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Whatever you ask me to,” she said, subserviently. “Good girl,” I cooed. “Come and undress me.” She walked over to me tentatively. As she reached me, she gave me a nervous smile. You could tell she was excited, but still a little insecure. It was so fucking adorable. She fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, but eventually had my shirt undone. She paused as she looked at my small but still firm breasts. She then awkwardly took my blouse off. She fumbled like a horny boy as she unclasped my lace bra. Once unclasped, my bra fell to the floor. She nervously looked at me, hesitant to continue, and slightly mesmerized by ...