No! He wants more!

I was still on my back, looking up at Tommy, thoroughly humiliated and ashamed of myself. I used my hands to cover my breasts, still feeling the slight tackiness of his cum on my skin. I still strained slightly to catch my breath, causing my hands and bosom to heave uncontrollably. “Well, Tommy, will you delete the pictures now?” I asked, desperately. I knew it wouldn’t be easy for him to simply throw away this much power. I watched his internal struggle manifest itself on his greasy face, and I pleaded silently that he would do the right thing. But, somewhere, deep inside of me, I felt something else … a very small part of me had already been growing since last night. That part was almost hoping he wouldn’t release me so easily.

“Well, there’s one more thing, Mrs. Mohanta,” he answered uneasily. My heart sank. I didn’t even blame him for his reneging on our deal. How could he? This was, objectively, the best thing that he could even dream of happening to him. A girl like me would never willingly submit to him sexually without this sort of leverage. I resigned myself to the reality that I was stuck.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. “What is it, Tommy?”

“Well .. Mrs. Mohanta, I -”

I interrupted, snickering, “Tommy, I think we’re beyond that formality now. It’s Irene.” Calling me “Mrs.” at this point was almost perverse.

He coughed and continued, “Right, uhh, Irene, see, there’s a dance next week at school … and nobody really expects me to get a date or anything, but I thought maybe …” he trailed off. I was surprised. An invitation to a school dance hadn’t even been remotely what I thought he had in mind. In fact, all things considered, it was possibly the most innocent thing he could have asked of me.

“Sure, Tommy, I’ll go with you.”

He smiled and hurriedly lifted himself off the couch, zipping himself up, and splashing me with another dollop of cum in the process. “Thanks, Mrs., er - I mean Irene,” he blurted as he headed out the door, “For, uh, everything.”

I **** a smile in his direction and watched him leave. I didn’t lie there very long, gathering myself. I cleaned up and put Tommy and our date out of my mind. I spent the next few days trying to contact Paul to no avail. I fell deeper and deeper into depression each time he didn’t answer my calls.

I had almost forgotten about the dance by the time Tommy called me the next Saturday. I was almost relieved to remember I had a reason to leave the house. He wanted me to get ready and come over a little early. I didn’t think anything of it and began to get dressed.

Tommy had asked me to dress particularly slutty, and at this point, I didn’t see the harm. I chose a red, almost metallic looking Lycra strapless dress that came down to about mid-thigh. The material left nothing to the imagination. I knew it would give everyone a thrill, and maybe, if I was lucky, get us thrown out early. I could really only wear a thong underneath without showing panty lines. I walked over to Tommy’s house and knocked, hoping no one would see me as I waited. When he opened the door, Tommy was still in his sweats, mouth open, in awe of the vision before him. I pushed inside, still hoping to avoid being seen.

“Wow, you look incredible,” he said, already sporting a visible erection through his dirty pants, “come on up to my room.” He led me up the stairs, and through a door plastered with science fiction posters. Inside, I almost gagged at the musty odor that hit my nostrils. To say the least, his room was filthy. There were clothes everywhere, in various states of decay, it seemed. His walls, like his door, bore the likenesses of strange creatures and scantily clad cartoon women.

I **** a smile, “I’ve never been up here before,” I observed.

Tommy had taken a seat in front of what was probably a desk at one point, in front of his computer. He motioned me over, and I gingerly stepped past the piles of trash toward him. When I was near enough to him, he pulled me into his lap; I felt his hardness press into my leg. I saw on his screen four windows, each with an equally nerdy teenager gawking back at us. “I told you she was real,” Tommy exclaimed triumphantly. “Say ‘hi,’ baby.”

I turned to Tommy and whispered, “They can see us?” He laughed.

“I’ve been telling the guys about our arrangement,” he told me to my horror. “They’ve been giving me suggestions.” He had a sinister smile on his face. I should have seen this coming.

“Tommy …” I began, but he cut me off.

“Tell the guys how you love being my ****.” He pushed his cock harder against my thigh and moved his hands up to cup my breasts. “Go on, baby, tell them.”

I hated how he called me “baby,” and how he had grown from awkward nerd to a power-crazy bastard. But, I knew I didn’t have a choice. “I love being your ****, Tommy.” I said, flatly, receiving cheers from all five nerds involved.

“Kiss me,” he commanded, and I obeyed. I brought my lips to his and kissed him deeply. I felt myself beginning to get turned on, and decided right then and there to do exactly as he said, no matter what. It was so kinky to be controlled by this inexperienced teen. I knew he could feel my nipples harden beneath the dress and possibly the dampness in my pussy against his knee. We broke the kiss and he ordered, “Get on the bed.”

I looked behind us at his bed. It was as disgusting as the room. There were half-eaten bags of chips and comic books strewn across it. The sheets were stained; some stains were easily recognizable, others weren’t. I felt him give my nipple a pinch, and jumped in shock. I looked at him and knew I wanted to be fucked. I didn’t care where. I slipped out of his lap and cleared some space on the bed. He swiveled his chair to face me. “Spread your legs for me.” I did without hesitating. He slid my dress up my legs until my thong was clearly visible. Slowly, he pulled them off and tossed them aside. I bit my lip as the cool air passed over my wet pussy. I opened my eyes and saw the glimmer of the screen behind him. Anticipating my objection, he reached back and I saw the screen go dark. “It’s just us now,” he said, softly.

“And I’m all yours,” I breathed back. He wasted no time losing his pants and climbing on top of me. He kissed me again and pulled my tits free of the tight dress. He gave each one a playful slap and watched them jiggle, delighted at the sight. I giggled and pulled him back down for another kiss as he finally pressed into me.

I moaned in pleasure. He grunted and bucked wildly on top of me, “You’re going to be my obedient little sex ****, aren’t you?” he asked between grunts.

“Yes! Tommy, I’m your little ****!” I screamed back, in the midst of an orgasm. I felt the pressure building in his balls as he tightened up and let loose inside me. He collapsed on top of me, breathless. We laid there for a few moments, gathering our strength, before he kissed my nipples.

“Go get cleaned up, ****, we’ve still got a dance to go to,” he teased.

I got up and shed my dress. “Yes, master,” I winked as I walked to the bathroom to shower. When I returned, Tommy was dressed in his tux and back in front of the four nerds. The were all singing his praises. He motioned me over back into his lap again; I was wrapped in nothing but a towel.

The boys were pleading with Tommy to let them have a good look at me. Finally he slid his hands around me and unwrapped the towel. Audible gasps came through Tommy’s computer’s speakers. He pulled my head to his and kissed me again. “Get dressed,” he commanded as he broke the embrace. He slapped my ass when I stood to obey, and turned off the monitor. I smiled at him, this time not forcing it, and got dressed, leaving the thong where it lay on the ground.

He spent the car ride to the dance with his fingers in my cunt while I squirmed happily. When we arrived, it seemed that everyone in the room was shocked to see us together. Tommy kept his arm wrapped around my waist to rub it in. We spent some time on the dance floor, and Tommy made sure to let his hands roam freely, occasionally taking time to slide my dress up enough to expose my bare ass and pussy momentarily.

We were both too preoccupied fondling one another to notice when a group of much bigger boys approached us. When we did take notice, Tommy looked again like an awkward and frightened teenager. “What’s up, guys?” he asked, nervously.

I already knew what they wanted.