Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps

... to try to blackmail her? Petra ran her fingers over the remote in her pocket. “Why would I do anything for someone who makes fake photos?” she typed back at him. Not that she thought it would work, but she certainly wasn’t about to give him proof to use against her. “Ill cum over n we can talk” was the next message. Petra growled under her breath, shoving the phone in her pocket. She was a conflicted mess of anger and eagerness; that little shit had no idea who he was messing with. “...so anyway,” Jeremy said, fidgeting nervously, “I, uh, think that it would be bad if your mom found out, or your dad’s work, or if someone put up a picture on a power pole somewhere, y-you know?” Petra glared at him. She’d been glaring at him, silently, for several minutes, sitting with her arms crossed in her father’s recliner. Jeremy sat on the couch, wringing his hands together as he detailed how much - or how little - he knew about Petra and Jake. “Wow, Jeremy,” she said dryly, “I knew you were a creep. I didn’t know you were a complete asshole.” Jeremy put up his hands, palms out. “I’m just, um, looking out for you. You know.” Petra rolled her eyes. “Right. And I suppose you’d like some sort of ‘gratitude’ for that, yes?” Jeremy grinned. “Something like that,” he replied. Petra shrugged. “Alright,” she said neutrally. Jeremy felt his eyes widen. Holy shit! he thought. It worked! He’d been wanting Petra for so many years, but she kept going out with assholes and never seemed to notice the ...

... super-nice gentleman living right next door, which was stupid because he would have totally treated her like a queen if she’d just fallen in love with him. But of course she, like all girls, never seemed interested in nice guys. Just assholes and bad boys. So instead he’d worshipped her from afar, watching and sometimes taking pictures. He had folders on his computer dedicated to “P”, sorted into categories with names like “casual,” “excited or happy,” “leggy”, “cleavage”, “bikini”... there was even one picture in its own folder where he’d caught a glimpse of her changing by the window. It was from behind and you could almost see where her nipple would be. Jeremy felt that it was the greatest side-boob photo ever taken, and frequently opened it up when he was about to cum into whatever had become Petra at the time - usually a sock. When he heard she’d dumped her latest lame boyfriend-slash-m*****er, Jeremy had been thrilled. He’d spent days working up the courage to make his move, and this was the time. His time. But then, while he was watching her - to gauge her mood, of course, he didn’t want to be a rebound guy but didn’t want to miss his chance either - he’d caught a glimpse of her kissing an older man, with her hand down the front of his pants. And then she’d pulled away, and he’d seen who it was… Mr. Stevens was m*****ing his daughter. He’d brainwashed poor, perfect Petra, convinced her that she had no choice but to let him kiss her and rub his dirty dick on her fingers. ...