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Glee - Blackmailing The Gleeks	By : Perversity Category: G through L > Glee Views: 28903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Let me tell you, having sex regularly with a young woman who is in excellent physical condition is a great way to learn how to have sex. It has been a month since the first time we had sex and I’ve used every day of that to learn how to pleasure a woman. Brittany has more or less grown accustomed to being my sex slave, and she no longer gets deeply upset when we have sex. It’s more like she has separated the part of her that likes the sex and the part of her that is trying to become a better person.
It utterly confuses me how some guys can get laid all the time and still be so terrible at it. Having sex every day and sometimes even more than once, for an entire month has made me quite good at it. I’ve always been a quick learner, taking much less time to understand something than most others, so maybe that has something to do with it. Brittany is also kind of a nympho, and my pride won’t allow me to finish before she does.
I’ve learned how to control myself quite well, so I don’t blow my load too soon, which is really a challenge because the blond is so damn good at what she does. More than once I asked her to keep me on the edge as long as possible, so I can learn how to keep a level enough head. I’ve also returned the favor on many occasions, oftentimes only focusing on pleasing her. In a month I’ve gone from a sexually naïve virgin to a pretty good lay. Considering how experienced Brittany is, I consider it an accomplishment.
There’s a reason why I’m spending all of this time trying to become better at pleasing a woman. When I finally take Santana I need to make sure she feels good no matter how much she hates what is happening to her. Being as experienced as she is she probably won’t hesitate to tell me I suck if there is any possibility of hurting my ego. This way, her body will be honest even if she’s acting like it’s not effecting her.
However, the blackmail material I have on her isn’t nearly enough to guarantee her compliance. As I mentioned before, Brittany is the key, but she’s only useful to me as long as I use that key. This is why she’s currently looking up at a camera, her mouth wide open, as I release a load of semen all over her pretty face. Her hand swiftly pumps my shaft, eagerly milking me of every drop. Only a little of it actually lands in her mouth, with the majority of it covering her face and hair.
It’s not a small release, the rest of the video containing almost two hours of sex leading up to this moment. It was more difficult than you can possibly imagine to hold it back that long, but there’s a purpose to it. After the last stream of cum hits her face, she licks my twitching shaft and sucks one last time to make sure she has it all.
“Good girl. Now what do you say?”
She swallows the semen in her mouth and looks directly at the camera again.
“Thank you…”
“Good. Now go get yourself cleaned up. School starts soon and we don’t want to be late now do we?”
She shakes her head and stands up, crossing the room to the bathroom. I record the sway of her shapely ass until she disappears from my sight. Just to be clear, the camera I’m holding is not one of those low quality cameras that you see so many times during crappy sex tapes and home videos. Oh no, this baby records in full 1080p. I’m a bit of a tech geek, so when I finally decided to start recording our sessions, I brought along a camera that records in excellent detail.
We live in a High-Def world ladies and gentlemen; shitty $100 cameras are no longer acceptable. Everything about filmmaking these days is about high definition, and it’s startling how many people still buy the worst cameras possible to record their intimate moments. I make it a point to keep up with the latest tech, and if I have the money for it, I buy it. I don’t always have a practical use for it but I like to keep up with the times.
Using this, I’ll be able to take the next step today. A month is long enough, and I can’t keep putting it off because there’s no telling when she’ll just come to her senses and come out of the closet on her own, which would remove Brittany’s reason to follow my orders and put a stop to everything. Getting to Santana will tighten my hold over both of them. In the end, they’ll turn into each other’s blackmail.

But first, I need to show Santana a little video…

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End of the day…
I can see Santana reading the note I left her after school. I tried to mimic Brittany’s handwriting as much as possible, but it’s really not something I’m good at. The note merely tells her that they need to talk and they should meet at Brittany’s house. She’s not going to be there of course, she has some kind of date with her boyfriend, and over the last month I’ve memorized the time when her parents are home. They won’t be back until late.
I’m a little surprised when Santana approaches the front door, and instead of knocking she pulls out her own key, unlocks it, then walks right in. I wonder if Brittany has a key to her house as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, I’m learning the full extent of their relationship. Anyway, I had spent some time setting up the scene in the house. Immediately as she enters, she’ll hear the shower running upstairs. I turned it on because I didn’t want her calling out to Brittany. If no one answers, she might just leave.
Outside of the house, I give her a couple of minutes to walk upstairs before I enter as well, moving as quietly as I can. If she hears me at all before she gets to Brittany’s room, the entire plan is a failure. When I hear her footsteps reach the top of the stairs and enter the room, I slowly follow her up. I know the layout of the house pretty well by now, and while Brittany has her own bathroom, you have to cross her room to get to it.
When I hear the sound of her feet walking on tiles, I quickly enter the room and move over to the side, slipping inside the closet. I thought about merely being in there from the start, but I couldn’t run the risk of Santana taking a quick look around and spotting me in there. The plan would be ruined even worse if she finds me in her best friend’s closet.
“What the hell?”
I hear her voice echo out of the bathroom and the shower turn off a moment later. I can’t help but wonder if Santana was hoping to catch her friend in the shower. Heh, I’ll indulge in that fantasy another time. I made sure to keep the room mostly dark, but the bathroom lit up. When she finally exits the bathroom and returns to the room, she sees the reason why. Over by the door on a desk is a laptop, one she didn’t notice when she entered because I kind of put it out of the way. Besides, who would expect a computer in Brittany’s room?
She curiously crosses the room and notices the cd tray is ejected, with a cd still in it. From what I’ve learned of her, she likes to snoop around a little too much. There is nothing written on the cd to give her any indication of what it might be, so of course she’s going to close the tray. When she does, a media player recognizes the video and starts playing at full screen. Brittany’s face appears on the screen.
“Tell the camera what you are, Brittany.”
Santana sits down in front of the screen and openly stares when the camera zooms back; revealing that the blond is completely naked and sitting in the chair she’s in right now.
“I’m a slut.”
Santana’s eyebrows rise up just a bit and I watch as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair.
“Do you like being a slut?”
She shakes her head and I laugh at her in the recording.
“You seem to like it to me. You say you’re doing this to protect Santana, but you’ve been quite the eager little slut this entire month.”
At the mention of her name, Santana’s reaction is almost instantaneous. She gasps and even I can see the tears in her eyes from here. But for some reason she keeps watching.
“I’ve fucked you every day for an entire month. You’ve swallowed so much of my semen I seriously doubt you’ll ever forget the taste. I’ve made you cheat on a boyfriend who adores and used you relentlessly for my amusement. You must care about her a lot.”
Brittany looks down away from the camera and mumbles something, but I pick it up easily enough.
“I care about her more than anyone.”
Immediately after that it transitions forward, showing Brittany facing the camera on all fours and moaning as I ram myself inside of her. I wind my hands inside her hair and grab one of her hands, using both as leverage to pull her back on to me with each thrust. She’s clearly enjoying herself, much to Santana’s obvious dismay when she quickly snaps the laptop shut. Perhaps I laid it on a little too thick, because she’s outright crying now. I try not to enjoy her torment too much. I seriously don’t know why I get off on it as much as I do.
“Stopping already? But there is so much more left to see.”
I step out of the closet and she immediately swirls to her left and glares at me. Her next action is entirely unsurprising and she immediately crosses the five or so feet between us and tries to hit me. I’m no fighter, but the swing is more than a little wild and I step aside and dodge it easily. Not one to give up, she swings again but the short distance between us allows me to quickly close in on her and use my form to pin her body to the wall. Being wary of her hands, I grab both of her wrists and with a lot of effort manage to pin them to the wall as well.
“You son of a bitch!”
She tries to get herself free but she’s pinned pretty good, and my laugh only renews her struggle to free herself and likely kill me.
“I would calm the fuck down if I were you! With the recordings I have of Brittany, she’ll barely be able to have any life at all!”
She stops struggling when she hears that threat, but if her glare was a physical force I would be flayed alive. I have to admit, I find her attitude endearing.
“Good girl. Now, we need to have a little chat about Brittany. If you get violent I won’t hesitate to put that video online. Once something like that reaches the internet, it stays there forever. Considering how much your best friend did just to keep your secret, it would be terrible to not control your anger and help her. Understand?”
She nods, but it’s difficult to tell if she’s being truthful, because she’s also glaring daggers straight through me. I decide to take that chance and move step back from her and release her hands. For a moment it looks like she’s going to swing again, but I guess she decides against it and rubs her wrists instead.
“What the fuck have you been doing to her?”
I can’t help it; I laugh and briefly look back at the laptop.
“I think the video was pretty self-explanatory.”
She clenches her fists and almost lunges at me, but somehow keeps herself under control.
“Why did you show this to me? It sounds like you were getting away with it.”
I grin at her and casually walk over and sit in the chair, then open the laptop and turn the screen toward her. The video is stuck on Brittany’s moaning face. I point to her on the screen.
“Because this was never about her, she was just a convenient tool to get to you. Knowing that you’re a lesbian isn’t enough to insure that you’ll do what I say. However, if I use the girl you no doubt love against you, then you’ll have no choice.”
I press one of the keys and the video starts playing again. Brittany’s moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the room. Santana looks away from the screen, and the tears that never really went away start to flow again.
“So you just used her. I may be a bitch but she’s a good person!”
I click near the end of the video and pause it on Brittany’s semen covered face.
“She’s a slut, just like you, so I used her like one. I never physically harmed her or caused her pain. I’ve become so good at making her come that it hardly takes any effort at all anymore. It’s not like she’s faking the pleasure in this video. When I fuck her, she fucks me right back.”
I stand up and bring the laptop with me, holding the screen in front of her face.
“But if she had any actual choice in the matter, she wouldn’t keep doing it. She’s been doing this because of you.”
Taking advantage of an emotionally weakened Santana, I grab the back of her head and force her to look at the semen covered image of the woman she loves. She tries to pull away, but it’s like all the energy in her body has left her.
“She’s willing to be treated like this because of you. If this gets out, her entire life will be defined by it. She may be a little dumb, but even she’s smart enough to know that. So it all comes down to one very simple question.”
I snap the laptop shut again and toss it onto Brittany’s bed. I close the short distance between us, and with my hand still on her head, I force her to look at me.
“How far are you willing to go to keep her secret?”
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As you saw, very little sex in this chapter and heavy on the talking. This one was far more focused on tormenting Santana and not the sex. My purpose with this chapter was threefold: Time jump to make the main character better at sex. Setting things up for some Santana sexing. Showing a darker side to the entire thing.
If you're disappointed by the lack of sex in this chapter, there will be plenty of it in the next and most certainly the one after that. Maybe a threesome? Who knows. ;) Anyway, please show the review section and ratings bar some love. They really do help. And thanks to TheChemist for leaving the first review. Your stories are pretty naughty as well.
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