The Dorm Wanker

You’re walking down the corridors of the hall when you hear a faint sound.

Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap…

Your morbid curiosity gets the better of you. You move closer to the sound, trying to identify its source. It grows louder and louder until you get to a door that’s cracked open.

Hoping desperately for a view of a hottie, you slowly shuffle to the side, peeking into the room. Damn. You came looking for a hot girl touching herself, but this is just some Chinese dude jacking himself off. You narrow your eyes as you realize that you actually know him.

It’s Xiaoming, that dude from your psychology class. He’s not bad looking—a decent jawline and the muscle to back it up—but that’s not what’s caught your attention. You’re staring at his tablet. It’s a slideshow of images, one playing after the next, and all of them are… creepy. And all of the same girl.

It’s one photo after another of Sarah. In one photo, she’s got her back turned to the camera. It’s taken in a study room, the photo angled from below to capture her upskirt. You can see the color of Sarah’s panties. They’re red. And those thighs of hers are tremendous. Then the next photo shows. It’s Sarah, coming out of a classroom. The shot is taken from high above, so that you get a view straight down her plunging neckline and a full shot of her magnificent cleavage. You can’t see her face at all in the photo, just the top of her head, but does that matter? This is the best view of Sarah’s tits that you’ve ever gotten. Then the next photo shows.

You have to **** yourself not to gasp. You thought you had the best view of Sarah’s tits, but this… from the shadows on the wall, this photo must have been taken by a phone shoved just between two blinds, a view straight into Sarah’s dorm room. In the shot, she’s changing, holding a bra in one hand, clad only in sheer panties. Yeah, those are her tits, totally uncovered, and the casual look she’s throwing to the side is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You could almost believe that this is boudoir photography, if not for the fact that this was so obviously taken by a creeper.

It’s in that moment that you realize what an opportunity this is. Xiaoming is jacking himself off furiously, his eyes 100% glued to the screen. You slip your phone out of your pocket and snap a photo of your own, capturing the entire scene: Xiaoming with his hand wrapped around his cock, staring straight into that photo of Sarah half-nude.

How has he left the door open? Is this dude insane? But then a quick glance down reveals the answer. There’s a pen wedged at the bottom of the door, keeping it open by a slit. It must have rolled there accidentally.

Your heart pounding in your chest, you watch the slideshow alongside Xiaoming, silently deliberating when you should interrupt. {if MichaelBlackmail == 1} How could both he and Michael be such perverts? You shake your head. {endif} You pause. No. This might be a great opportunity, but there’s a better way to go about this. You snap a couple more photos, and then start recording a video, just in time for him to climax. You can’t even bear to look at the camera screen. It’s just too nasty. As soon as he’s done, you walk away as quickly and quietly as you can. You didn’t see anybody else coming down this corridor in the last couple minutes. With any luck, you haven’t been detected.

Then, you return to your room and get out your laptop. It doesn’t take long to set up a burner email account. You compose an email that’s short and sweet, and schedule it to send for midnight. Xiaoming’s been caught red handed, and you’re going to use this evidence to get exactly what you want.