Part 8 - Clarice has another Saturday morning - Sex Stories

Part 8 - Clarice has another Saturday morning

... dick on my couch! The quality of the photos are low, but you can definitely tell who is who. And there was a lot of pictures. It was all pictures of my second time with Jack, sand my first blowjob with Bob. Then there are pictures of me changing. Pictures of me masturbating with my hair brush and with my tube of cream. I was truly angry at this invasion of privacy! How long has he been spying on me? I decided to try to rip the pictures in two.

« Oh l have more copies at home... » he replies.

« You sick bastard! » is all that came out of my mouth, as l threw them at him.

He started to pick them up and scrolled through them. While looking at the photos, he said « Can you imagine if these fell into the wrong hands? How many lives would be shattered? How people would react about you? »

The bastard was holding me hostage. These CANNOT come out and be exposed! Jack... Bob... they’d lose everything! My parents... they would be so ashamed! I do not know what to do...

« What do you want? » is the only thing l could say. « What is it do you want! »

He put the photos back. He just looked at me. « I want my own piece of the cake. »

I sighted. I had a feeling it would come to this. I let my head drop in abandonment. Knowing perfectly well l would have to be with him to make him quiet.

« Oh and you will do whatever l tell you to do. » The only thing l could do was to comply. He promised this would not come out as long as l go along with what he wants.

« So... ...

... what now... » l asked him.

« First, you will let your long hair down... » and l took off my hair elastic to let my hair fall. « Then you will slowly, but really slowly, strip down naked for me... » That won’t be long since l only had my sweatshirt and undies on. I slowly too my sweatshirt off and let my hair fall on one side. « Oh yes... those pretty breasts... » he was squeezing himself with his pants. I started to pull my underwear off but he then told me to « ... turn around and pull them down slowly. Then get back up and keep your back to me. » which l did. I was naked, and my back was towards him. I could hear his pants unzipping. « You have such a great butt... start walking backwards towards me. » l walked backwards until both of his hands on my ass stopped me. He was starting to grab my butt cheeks, and playing around with them. He would grab them, put then together, spread them apart, spread them upwards where even my slit would open up. I stood there with my arms crossed.

Then he started kissing them. Then he was licking each cheeks. He spread them apart and then his tongue was playing with my asshole. That feeling was weird and strangely aroused me. He pushed his tongue into my ass. Then he squeezed my cheeks on each side of his face as he ate it out. That feeling was odd, and yet a part of me was aroused by it.

The only word that came out of his mouth was « ...finally... » Finally what? Blackmailing me? Finally eating my ass out? Finally touching me? So l ...