Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3 - Sex Stories

Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3

... those,” she shouted, “tell me he hasn’t got those. What a stupid bitch you are” she said to herself, “whatever possessed you, okay it seemed fun at the time, setting up the cameras had been easy, but why keep hard copies, you could have just kept the photos on your computer at least they would have been behind a password, you stupid cunt.”

She was sure she had hidden them in the back of her bible but once they were not there she began to tear the room apart, books and files flying everywhere. She tried to remember the last time she had spread them out on the bed when she masturbated but it was no use, her brain had stopped working. He had to have them, “That perverted bastard must have them, Jesus Lucy you are well and truly fucked, you’re going to have to do anything he asks for.”

She was surveying the mess she had made of her room, she had thought there might be some way she could get the red book back but now all hope was gone, he could do anything he liked with those photos, show them to her father or even put them on the internet. There was a knock on her door, she kicked some books out of the way and opened it. There he was, towering over her, a snearing smile on his face.

“I was walking past the dormitory,” he said, “Ellie James saw me and told me there were some strange noises coming from your room, l said l would investigate.”

“You’ve got them haven’t you,” she said, “you perverted bastard, you’ve been all through my room, you’ve got them.”

She wanted ...

... to punch him so hard, tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.

“I think you should calm down and let me in,” he said, “the other girls are probably listening.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

“I’ll leave the door open an inch to avoid a scandal,” he said, “so keep the volume down.”

He walked across the room, turning and standing in front of the window, he pointed to her armchair that was facing him and with it’s back to the door.

“Sit there,” he ordered, “and open your legs, l want to see your panties.”

“What have you done with them?” She demanded.

“I said sit,” he said, glaring at her.

She sat in the chair, he then motioned with his hands for her to part her legs. She knew she had no choice other than to abbey. She sobbed uncontrollably as she parted her legs.

He reached for a box of tissues and tossed them to her, she took some and dried her eyes.

“That’s better,” he said, “those panties are so tight and thin, they show off your cunt perfectly.”

“What have you done with them?” She sobbed.

“The photos you mean,” he smirked, “don’t worry they are in my safe and just in case you have some stupid idea to get them back, l have already made copies and uploaded them onto a hard drive.”

“What do you want?” She asked.

“Quite simply everything,” he replied, “you will do what l want when l want it. Now undo your shirt and show me your tits.”

She looked behind her to confirm that the door was almost closed. She stared at him, ...