Terrified (blackmailed by Mr. Crassle)

You realize the damage having your naked, cum-covered body spread all over the net could have to your future. You're only 18! Way too young to have your life ruined by something like this!

"Please," you beg, "don't show anyone."

With those words you fall right into Mr. Crassle's trap.

"Of course not," Mr. Crassle says. "As long as you're a good girl for me I'll make sure nobody ever see these pictures."

And you are a good girl. That very night you get dressed and slide into the car seat next to Mr. Crassle. He drives you to a motel in the far suburbs. He takes off his pants and sits on the bed. You suck him, bobbing your lips on his cock until he's ready, then you dance for him. You strip down to nothing, then straddle Crassle and slide down on his hard cock. You ride him until he fills you with his cum. Clean him up and sleep next to him.

In the morning you fuck in the shower at his insistance, spilling out of the crowded tub and bending over the counter, watching in the foggy mirror as he pounds your pussy from behind. He pops his dick out and switches to your ass, spearing your tight hole hard until he grunts and squirts your ass full of his cum. He gets dressed, leaves money for a cab, and writes down your cell number. Your ass is sore from his rough fucking.

"I'll see you soon," he says as he goes.

Two days pass and you hear nothing from Mr. Crassle. It's late, you're lying awake in bed thinking about those pictures the old man took of you. The things you did in that hotel. Both of your parents are asleep in their bed. You are startled by your cell phone's ring tone. You answer and hear a familiar voice on the other end.

"Take off all your clothes and put on a coat. Then come out to the car, I'm waiting outside," you look out your window and see the Mercedes idling in the street in front of your house. You do as he said, stripping out of your pyjamas and panties and putting on the white leather coat you wore to the party. It barely covers your ass.

You walk out to the car. It is warm and quiet in your neighborhood this late at night. You open the car door and sit down next to Mr. Crassle. The air conditioning is cool on your bare skin. Rain begins to fall and drum against the windshield.

You ask Crassle if you're going somewhere, but he just smiles and unzips his pans. He drags out his hard cock and tells you to suck it.

"Right here? My parents could see!"

"That's half the fun," Crassle says and strokes your face. "You don't want me to go show them the pictures right now, do you?"