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Hellcats: Blackmailing a Cheerleader	By : Perversity Category: G through L > Hellcats Views: 10882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First off, I'd like to point out that this is the first story I've ever written in this style. Meaning humiliation, degradation, and semi-noncon. I generally like stories like that, so I have some inspirations to draw on.
If you don't approve of this stuff then please go somewhere else. Everyone has a fantasy, and I simply think Marti Perkins (Alyson Michalka) is great material for a story like this. If you like the story then please leave a comment, and if you have constructive criticism I'm always happy to hear it.
By the way, there is certainly a second chapter on the way and I have a naughty idea for it.
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The greatest I ever feel is when a plan comes together, especially one that has such a high probability of ruining me. Beating the odds is what it’s all about for me, it’s how I’ve always lived my life. I put myself into a situation that includes high risk and high reward and roll the dice. So when the beautiful Marti Perkins reluctantly drops to her knees in front of me, I felt like I’ve won a major victory.
I lean back just a bit in my chair, a smug look on my face as her shaking hands try to work the zipper down the front of my pants. She’s scared, a little panicky, and almost on the verge of tears, which makes the conquest all the sweeter. I’m making her do all of this herself for a reason, so that she knows she is doing this with her own free will, even if I did trap her in a situation where the alternative was the loss of her scholarship.
I had been watching the sexy cheerleader for months, and it took some time before I got the information I needed to blackmail her with. I needed to make sure it was rock solid, because Marti is a stubborn girl and I didn’t want her to go running to the authorities.
But she didn’t. When I told her what I wanted her to do, and then described what would happen if she didn’t, the young woman practically begged me not to make her do it. When it was clear that I wouldn’t back down, she relented.
When she finally unzips me and notices the large bulge of my dick in my boxers, which looks up at me with those pleading eyes again.
“Take it out,” I say in the coldest voice I can, which is difficult to do when you have a beautiful blonde in a cheerleader outfit about to give you a blowjob. It was almost too much just looking down at her pretty face, her sad, pleading eyes enhancing the conquest even further.
With a defeated look, she returned her attention to my boxers and slowly pulled the clothe down the length of my dick, her eyes widening just a bit as the large shaft finally sprang free.
“I’m sure you’ve done this plenty of times, Ms. Perkins, so stop acting like some scared virgin and get to work!”
The forcefulness of my tone apparently startles her enough for her to wrap her hand around my cock. The warmth of her grip sends slow tendrils of pleasure up my spine, and I tell her to stroke it with such a low voice I’m not sure she hears me until her hand starts sliding up and down.
I lean back even further in my chair, but keep my eyes glued on her, watching her every reaction. Due to her position, my cock is barely an inch above her face, so she has to watch herself stroke me off from below. There is so much humiliation showing across her face, and the desire to add to it is too much to bear.
“That’s pretty good. You’re either a natural at this or you’ve had a lot of practice. Which is it, Ms. Perkins?”
Her hand slows to a stop and she looks up at me in anger. Anger isn’t an emotion you want someone you’re blackmailing to feel. I grasp my cock in my right hand and slap it against her face.
“It’s one or the other! Tell me which one it is or you’ll lose everything!”
With my cock resting against her cheek, her anger is completely overtaken by the humiliation again. When she doesn’t answer again, I rub the head against her other cheek, smearing a little precum against her skin, which seems to bring tears to her eyes when she feels it.
“Tell. Me. Now.”
With each word I slap it against her face again. It’s almost fascinating as I watch her defenses break down and play across her face. I know that neither of the choices are particularly flattering, and I know that Marti Perkins hasn’t been sexually active in a while.
“Fine!” She yells, and the tears finally start to stream down her cheeks as she admits something that’s probably not true. “I’m a natural!”
I make sure she sees me as I grin down at her and chuckle. I slap her face with my cock one last time.
“Heh, I thought so. Well then be a good natural and give my cock a thorough licking. If you do a good job, then I won’t fuck you tonight. That’s good motivation isn’t it?”
I see a light spark of hope in her eyes, which quickly disappears as I press the head of my cock close to her mouth.
“And I do mean a really good job. I better feel like you’re worshipping it with your mouth, or I’ll bend you over my desk and – UNH!”
My threat is effectively cut off when her soft, pink tongue circles the head. It’s immensely pleasurable, and with a determined, but still humiliated look in her eyes, she draws her tongue with one long lick from the bottom of my shaft up to the top and then circles the head again. No longer able to form coherent words, I merely wind my right hand in her hair and watch closely as she pleasures me.
It’s not long before every inch of my shaft is covered in her saliva, but she is also forced to look at me just as I’m looking at her, and more than a few times she tries to close her eyes, only for me to warn her to open them and look at me.
She has such pretty eyes, it makes the shame she’s feeling so much better to watch. It’s time to move on to the next step. I pull my cock away from her mouth until she stops licking and I reposition myself so that the head is pressing right against her mouth.
“I’m sure you know what I want now, Ms. Perkins.”
She looks like she’s going to plead again, so I slap my cock against her face again.
“Listen. The only thing preventing me from fucking you right now is the promise I made. If you don’t hold up on your end of the bargain, than neither shall I. It makes no difference which of your holes I get to enter, as long as I get off. So you can both shut up and suck my dick, or I give that tight pussy of yours a hard pounding.”
I plainly lay her options in front of her and can’t help but smile when she lets out a defeated sigh and opens her mouth to allow the fat head of my cock slip between her lips and inside her warm mouth. The sight of the beautiful blonde sucking in my shaft enhanced the incredible feeling.
I’ve had plenty of blowjobs in the past, Marti definitely not being the first young woman I’ve black mailed into servicing my perverted desires, and I’ll never get over how good it feels that very first time. It’s the look of defeat, of disgust and humiliation on their faces and in their eyes when they realize they are allowing someone they despise inside of them.
This part of the victory is largely dependent on not forcing them to do what you want. Marti could just walk away and leave and I wouldn’t stop her. She would lose her scholarship and probably get expelled with what I’ve got on her, but she could easily get me arrested. The cheerleader is here because she made a conscious choice, choosing what she saw as the lesser evil.
But that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and I watch closely as tears stream down her cheeks when she sucks in a fair length of my cock before stopping. I don’t even try to hide my moan of pleasure, it just feels way too good to try, and I make sure I’m looking her right in the eyes when I do. I want her to know that she’s making me feel good, and she’s doing it because she chose to.
“Good girl. Now bob your head up and down. I know you have experience with this, so get to work before I get bored!”
I pointedly remind her that she needs to do a good job or I’ll fuck her anyway, and she immediately takes the hint and slides her lips up the length of my cock until only the head his pressed between her lips, then lowers herself back down again. She starts a rhythm, slowly sucking half of my length inside of her mouth and back out again.
I try not to enjoy my victory too much, but it’s just so damn difficult. A beautiful blonde cheerleader, wearing her outfit, is reluctantly sucking on my cock with tiny, but visible smears of my precum on her pretty face from when I had smacked my shaft against her before. She’s still crying a bit, but it only seems to be tears and no actual sobbing, which is good because anything more than that would make things difficult.
“Use your tongue, as well, and use your hand to grip what you can’t get inside of your mouth.”
She apparently doesn’t see any point in defying me and obeys my instructions, gripping the bottom half of my cock in her soft hand and keeping it steady when she pulls my cock out of her warm mouth to snake her tongue over the head for a few moments and then takes me back in again. She alternates between them, her hand jerking me off whenever she decides to use her tongue. It feels absolutely divine, and I vocalize my pleasure quite graphically. I’m not an idiot; I know what she’s doing. She’s putting a lot of effort into making me cum so she can put an end to this and finally get out of here.
It’s not a bad plan, because that is exactly what will happen. I have no intention of going back on my promise, but it’s far more accurate to say I was never going to fuck her the first time anyway. Even if the blowjob had been completely lousy I would still say she did great and let her leave. I need to get it into her head that I’m a person who makes a promise and keeps it.
Making sure she knows that doesn’t serve me in any way at this time, but it will later on. The fact that she’s giving me a very good blowjob when she doesn’t really have to just enhances the feeling. I feel myself getting closer to release, and push on her head until my cock pops out of her mouth.
“Keep stroking it, and keeps your eyes on me. Close them for even a moment and you’ll regret it.”
Realization dawns in her eyes and she realizes that I’m not only close, but I already have a target in mind. The look on her face is the best one she’s had since this began; a combination of humiliation, tears, and disgust.
That’s good enough for me.
I clench my teeth and groan loudly when the first spurt shoots out and hits her cheek and the next hits the bridge of her nose, and the one after that nearly hits her in the eye but instead coats her brow. All the while, her hand keeps slowly stroking me, as if by automatic, and her eyes never turn away from mine.
When the last of my release joins the others on her face, I rub the head of my cock against her lips and slump in my chair. Her cum covered face is more or less emotionless, but you can read everything in her eyes. She’ll definitely never forget this, or the look on my face and the feeling when I covered her in my cum.
“Good girl. There’s a bathroom across the hall, so go there and get cleaned up before you leave. But come back here around nine o-clock tomorrow. That should give you quite a bit of time to figure out how to get me arrested and save yourself from expulsion.”
I grin at her as I say that, not really expecting her to find a way out of this situation so quickly, and she gives me a slight nod in response before leaving the room. At the very least, she’ll be dreaming about what happened to her. I wonder how many of those dreams will involve what could happen tomorrow? Oh how I wish I could enter the minds of women.
I wait a little longer to make sure she’s gone, then get a new change of clothes and walk across the room to a bookshelf. Carefully hidden between dictionaries lay a camera with the entire event recorded on it. I knew from the beginning that the original blackmail material was tenuous at best, so I collected more as an insurance policy.
At the very least I can edit out the rest of the video and keep only the part where she was actively trying her best to get me off. That part could be perceived either way, and I know the mere threat of leaking it would make her panic.
Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day, indeed.
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