I'm being Blackmailed - Part 02 - Sex Stories

I'm being Blackmailed - Part 02

... trust that you learnt something tonight; now get yourself home and we’ll all SEE you on Monday.” Before I knew it everyone had left leaving me the only one there; and I was still naked. I looked round and saw my clothes on a chair. I quickly (well slowly) hobbled over to them and got dressed. I went to bed that night not knowing whether to be sad or happy. What I did know for certain was that when I woke-up on the Saturday morning I was sore all over and still as horny as hell. My right hand went to my wet pussy and my fingers started teasing my clit. After about 10 seconds I remembered what Sandra had told me. I quickly pulled my hand away and just lay there. Before I got up I had lots of mixed feelings. I hated what Tony had made me do. I felt so ashamed but at least it had stopped my parents finding out about what I had done; or even worse, the police. I guessed that the gangbang was a small price to pay to stop that happening. Yet at the same time my body had loved every second of it. In fact I found myself day dreaming about how I could get it to happen again. My pussy was starting to tingle again and I so wanted to touch it but I just knew that if I did I wouldn’t be able to lie to Sandra on the Monday. I slowly got out of bed and went and had a cold shower. Back in my room I even considered putting some knickers on to take my mind off my pussy but I remembered that Tony had told me never to wear any again. I needed something to take my mind off my sore pussy and my ...

... desires to play with it. Mother to the rescue again; as I was getting some breakfast she told me that her and dad were going to the next town for a wander around and look in the shops. Normally I would never consider going with them but I needed something horrible boring to take my mind off my pussy and what it had gone through the previous evening; so I asked mum if I could go with them. She looked a bit shocked but happily agreed saying that it would be nice to have a little trip like we used to do. As I went upstairs to change and put on a slightly longer skirt and sensible shoes I had some regrets about my decision, but I needed something to distract me. I was right, it was a boring day; but at least I couldn’t play with my pussy as we wandered round the town and shops. By the time we got back home my pussy was the last thing on my mind. I even settled down and watched TV with my parents that night. Mum gave me a goodnight kiss and told me that it was nice to have a family evening at home. I had a good, peaceful night’s sleep but when I woke up my hand was on my pussy; and it was wet. Had I played with myself in my sleep and brought myself off? I didn’t know but if I had I decided that it didn’t count because I was asleep, so I could still honestly tell Sandra that I hadn’t cum. My pussy was feeling less sore on the Sunday morning, and by the evening it didn’t hurt at all. I kept myself busy all day doing some of the things that I had been meaning to do for ages. Monday ...