You've progressed faster than expected

Considering how frustrated you were when you went to bed you're surprised by how well you sleep. You open your eyes to find Ashley still in bed next to you. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. You wonder if confessing your deep secret, that you both wanted to fuck, helped with your restlessness. You quietly slip out of bed so you don't wake her up and head down the hall to the office. You log into your email and find a message from your blackmailer waiting. It's cc'd to yourself and Ashley.

"Dear John and Ashley,

I won't lie. I'm impressed by your progress. I thought it would take at the least until the end of the week before you lost control and made your confessions. Yet, here we are, father and daughter admitting to one another they're **** to rut like dogs in heat. Father and daughter, exploring each other's assholes in the shower. Honestly, Ashley, that one surprised me. I never expected you'd stick your finger in his ass. You're even more twisted and kinky than I thought.

As a gift to the two of you for moving up my time table, I've destroyed one photo. Only the most damning of evidence remains but you're so close to being in the clear. Tonight, I have a special treat planned for you. More details to come later.

Good luck! And don't forget your edges."

You swallow hard. He hears and sees everything. You already knew that but to know he's listening to whispers under the covers... a chill runs up your spines. It's okay, you think, five more pieces of evidence to go. You're so close. You decided you don't want to be around when Ashley wakes up and reads the email, so you quickly edge yourself, grab a small breakfast and head to work.

It isn't until lunchtime that you finally hear from the blackmailer. He sends you a link to a camera that shows a clear view of your living room. When you turn it on you see Ashley naked on the couch watching television. Shouldn't she be studying? The blackmailer's only instructions are for you to make sure you're watching between 3 p.m. and 3:30 p.m. Still, you can't help but keep it on for the next two hours in the corner of your screen. You like seeing Ashley even if she isn't doing anything exciting. With your headphones on you can hear the action on the tv and Ashley whenever she moves around the room. You laugh when she releases an obnoxious burb assuming no one is watching.

Shortly after 3 p.m. you're watching the screen when you hear the doorbell ring. Ashley curses under her breath and tells herself "it's fine, it's fine. You can do this. You've already given him a blowjob. This should be easy. Fuck. Fuck."

She exits the room and you hear voices. Soon she walks in with Paul Drummond who places his backpack on the floor. It's been a few years since you've seen Paul but he's even nerdier looking than you remember. You wonder if he realizes how lucky he is.

"I still can't believe this," he says. "How many days have you been naked?"

"I don't remember. Can we just get this over with and skip the small talk?" She lowers herself to her knees and reaches for his belt.

"Wait, I was thinking, I'm not sure the price is right."

"Come on, Paul. I don't have time for this. Do you want me to suck your cock or not?"

He crosses his arms. "Oh, I do. Of course, but I'm just thinking I'm not only doing all of your homework for you, but I'm aceing all of your take-home tests, too. I don't think you'd be getting perfect scores all on your own."

You feel disappointment hearing this. You'd assumed Ashley was attending to her studies during her suspension. It sounds like Paul's been doing all of her work.

Paul continues, "So, if I'm doing my math right, when you go back to class next week you're barely going to know the course work because you haven't been doing any of it. You'll need me to keep helping you."

"Paul, please..." Ashley pulls his belt off his pants and opens his fly.

Paul places a hand on Ashley's face. "I want more."

She stops with her hand around his shaft. "Are you serious? I already told you the other day I'm saving myself. Why are you still pushing it? I don't need to give you a blowjob, you know."

"Oh, I think you do. I think you need to because if you don't I'm not doing your homework or taking your tests. I'm not coming back here. You'll need to call someone else to bring you your homework. Someone who might not be as appreciative of your freaky exhibitionist fetish."

You're getting hot under the collar watching all of this unfold. For a moment you wonder if this scrawny teenager could be the blackmailer. How would that even be possible? You shake off the idea.

Ashley seems to ignore Paul and instead starts licking his shaft. "Come on, Paul," she says in between licks, "aren't my bjs good enough. You seemed to like it the other day when you came all over my face."

You rise out of your seat when you see Paul grab Ashley bu the hair and pull her head back. "Listen," he says, "you and your friends fucked with me for three years. You either pretended I didn't exist or you treated me like dirt. I don't know why you chose me for this, but that's it, Ashely Doe. If you want my continued help that's my offer."

"Oww, Paul, stop!" She whines and he releases her hair.

"You get a free ride for the rest of the year and I get to fuck you whenever I want. That's the deal."

Ashley sighs. She looks angry but timid. "I need to think about it. Can I have time?"

Paul grabs his cock and starts stroking it looking down at Ashley. He's getting off on dominating her. "Fine. You can have time to think about it. But... I do need something more today."

Ashley's crossed her arms and closed her legs. She seems to have shrunk into herself. "What?"

"I need to taste you," he says pointing down at her crotch.

"That's all? Whatever," she says and spreads her legs. She pushes two fingers up into her cunt and pulls them out. They glisten with juice. Paul shakes his head. "Nope, I'm burying my face between those legs and showing you why you want to say 'yes.' Get up on the couch and spread 'em."

You think she says "fine" but whatever she said was under her breath so you can't be sure. She climbs up on the couch and spreads herself wide.

"Wow," Paul says as if this is the first time he's ever seen a real woman spread before. It probably is. "You're so beautiful, Ashley." He kneels down between her legs and goes straight for her pussy. He buries his face in her thighs and as he does she throws her head back and releases a moan. You're feeling a little jealous.

The camera is pointing down from an upward angle so it's difficult to see what Paul's doing. Ashley's face is clearly showing signs of enjoying whatever it is he's doing. You notice Paul take one of his hands off her thigh and move it between her legs. It looks like he's started fingering her. Based on Ashely's increased panting and groaning, you're probably right. "Oh, Paul," she groans."

He pauses for a moment and looks up. With his head out of the way you can see he's moving two fingers in and out of her. "This is just my mouth and fingers, Ashley. Imagine what my cock would feel like in here. You don't need to save yourself for anyone but me Ashley."

You can't help but wonder what Ashley's thinking. Is she thinking "I already know what a cock feels like. My Dad fucked me through the wall of a porno booth." Is she thinking about you at all? You pull your cock out and start stroking. You imagine she's tuned Paul out and it's you down between her legs.

It takes five minutes of Paul going down on Ashley before she starts begging him to stop. "P-please, I'm g-g-going to cum. Please stop. I can't."

He laughs, "I want you to cum on my face, Ashley. I want to feel your pussy clench my fingers."

"N-n-no, I can't. P-please," she's **** to not break the rules set for her by the blackmailer. Her desperation makes you stroke yourself more furiously. You feel yourself coming to the edge.

"Yes, you can. Don't be scared. It's perfectly normal, my angel. Let it go. You'll be okay and I can comfort you after," he says trying to use a soothing voice. He honestly thinks Ashley is scared of having an orgasm.

"F-fuck, n-no, p-p-p-please," she begs.

You don't think he's going to stop. You decide that if she has an orgasm you'll have one, too. You won't let her suffer the blackmailer's punishment alone.

Evidence Remaining

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