Madison’s Changing Life - Copied

[hirarandi]

The first thing I opened was a pair of black fishnet stockings. I hadn't worn fishnets since I was in college I thought to myself while I looked at them. The second item was a jean skirt. At first I didn't think much of it but I stood up and put it against my body realizing how short it was. A smile appeared on my face unconsciously. What was happening to me? Fishnets and a short skirt and I was already starting to feel excited? I blamed it on the butt plug in my ass keeping me aroused. The third thing was a little hard to tell what it was at first. There were strings, and lace, and ties. I laid it out on my bed and staring back at me was a black teddy. It was shaped like a V, the sides open with strings that wrapped around to the back where it would be tied to keep it tight. The bottom was extremely small, both the front and back weren't going to cover much. My pussy throbbed. I sat on my bed and texted Tina.
Me: Still on for tonight?
It was already 8:30pm, but I thought it was best to check.
Tina: Ya, for sure, just finishing getting ready.
Me: OK great, me too. See you soon.
My legs spread and my eyes closed. I didn't have much time but I was just feeling so horny. I let my fingers roam my pussy, spreading my lips, feeling the wetness. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and moaned. My fingers moved back to my cunt and I slipped two of them in, scooping up some more of my juices and then tasting them again. I felt so nasty, so dirty, I couldn't wait for tonight.
I got off my bed and let my robe fall off me. Naked I walked over and picked up the fishnet stockings. Bent over I slipped one leg in first, pulling it up high to my thighs, then sliding the other foot in and doing the same. My hands grabbed the sides and pulled them up tight, over my pussy and ass. I could feel the thin strings digging into my skin a little, I didn't hate it. I reached around and could feel the butt plug still buried deep in there.
I walked over to the bed and grabbed the teddy. It took me a minute to figure out how to get it on, but I stepped into it, pulling the thin bottom material up into place and pulling it over my head. Without the sides tied up the front just hung there, covering my chest, but any movement would allow my tits to slip out without any trouble. My hands pulled the strings on the side tight and I reached around to tie it into place. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how slutty I looked. My ass seemed to be framed perfectly in the thong back of the teddy and the mesh of the fishnets. On the front my tits showed off just enough, and my cunt was hidden by the slimmest margins. My hand reached down and rubbed my pussy through the material. How was I going to make it through the night?
It was already 10 to 9 meaning I had to hurry even more than I thought I did. I grabbed the skirt and pulled it up my body. When I had it in place and done up I got to see how short it really was, ending just below my ass and pussy. As soon as I bent over or sat down the skirt was going to ride up and reveal whatever it wanted too. Was I really going to go out dressed like this much of a slut? Did I have a choice? Did I care? I dug through my closet and pulled out a pair of black patent leather 5" heels, shoes I hadn't worn in years. At first I didn't think about why I picked those shoes, there was no rule about what shoes I had to wear, but for some reason I picked the highest, sluttiest, heels I owned. My subconscious desire liking this was taking over, my logical brain wasn't even part of the conversation anymore.
Carefully I stepped down the stairs, not wanting to break my ankle before I even got to the club. The closer I got to the living room the more the other female voice seemed familiar. My mind ran through all of Emma's friends, trying to link the sound to the name, but nothing quite clicked. When I got to the bottom I looked over at the couch and saw Jess sitting there. I blushed immediately.
"Hey Ms Edwards... oh... sorry... Madison," Jess said while sitting up on her knees. God she was so cute. Her ankle socks and shorts and t-shirt, something about her drove me wild. 
"Hey Jess, I didn't know you were coming over," I said back, walking a little closer to the couch.
"Ya, Emma invited me over... I hope that's OK?"
"Oh ya, of course, no problem Jess," I answered with a smile.
Emma spoke up finally, "actually mom I asked Jess to spend the night, that's fine right?"
What was I going to say? "Ya, no problem. I'll probably be home late anyway... so have fun tonight girls."
"Ummm, mom..." Emma started, "that's quite an outfit you have on there..." she gave me a glance and I returned it with a simple nod, confirming what she already knew.
"Well I like it!" Jess almost yelled, "I think you look really good Ms Edwards!"
I blushed, "Well, thank you Jess."
I heard a honk outside meaning Tina was there to get me. "Well girls, that's Tina, so I better go... see you in the morning?"
"Bye Madison, have fun!" Jess said right away.
"Have fun mom... oh wait!" Emma yelped while I was already walking to the door. "Mom wait, I meant to tell you something."
Emma ran up behind me in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, "when I was at the mall today some guy came up to me and asked if I'd like to model... well... take some test shots... he gave me his card," Emma handed me a business card, "I already went on his website, it looked legit... and he said he would pay me $500!" Emma was clearly excited about the prospect of being a model, but something felt a little odd. 
"He just came up to you?" I asked a little concerned. I heard another honk outside.
"Ya, he just said I had a 'look'," Emma made air quotes, "he said it would just be whatever I wear there. Anyway, he said 2pm tomorrow, so I said yes... that's OK right?"
It wasn't the best time to think about it, so I just said what she wanted to here, "uhhh... ya... sure... just be careful OK?"
"Of course mom... always am!" Emma smiled and gave me a hug even though it was hard for her to reach with my heels on.
Emma walked back to the couch and I walked out the door. I took a deep breath and walked towards Tina's car.
The door unlocked and I reached out to open it. As soon as I bent over I could feel my skirt rise on my ass uncovering the bottom of it. It felt exhilarating knowing I was always so close to being exposed like that. I stepped into Tina's car and sat down, closing the door behind me, my skirt sliding up my thighs and stopped just before my teddy covered cunt would have been exposed.
"Hey Tina!" I blurted out excitedly.
"Hey Emma," her tone wasn't quite as excited as mine, "that is some outfit you have on there."
"Well thank you," I said with a smirk, "I haven't been out to a club in years and years, so I thought I would go all out, you look amazing yourself."
"Oh... well... I just had to wear this you know..." Emma said, not sounding too happy about the situation. It had only been a few days of being blackmailed for her. Would she turn out like me? Almost addicted to it? Was I just a huge slut?
"Well... you look amazing anyway," I said looking at her clothes. She had on a pink pair of heels I could just glimpse, white stockings and a tight white dress that seemed to hug every curve. She was beautiful as usual.
Tina started to drive and we started to chat.
"So... the blackmailer made you wear that?" I asked, not revealing that they also made me wear what I had on.
"Ya..." she said, nothing else.
"Well it doesn't seem that bad... why are you so upset about it? I mean they could have made you wear something like I'm wearing," I chuckled and I saw her smile.
"It's not that I don't like what I'm wearing... I actually like what I'm wearing... but I don't like being told to wear it."
"Oh, well, the more you just go with the flow and don't worry about it the better it is, the more you will like it, trust me," I said without thinking. Tina turned and looked at me with a weird look. "I mean... ummm... in general... in life... just go with the flow in life..." I tried to cover.
"Ya... I guess you're right... it's just hard you know?" Tina started, "well actually I guess you don't know, how would you know what it's like, right?" 
"Ya." I didn't want to get caught. Did she know? "So where are we going?"
"Some place called Elevation Nightclub, I've never been, but I was told that was where to go, so we're going..." Tina said, clearly still not happy.
"Oh, I've heard of it, but never been. I think it has a younger crowd... but not really sure." For the next 10 minutes our conversation went to more normal and happier topics, at least for Tina, her sister, work, life in general. Meanwhile each bump made my butt plug move around and my pussy was dripping. All my mind could think about was sex.
We saw some bright lights coming up and it was obvious that it was the place to be on a Saturday night. Tina drove into the parking and somehow found a place not too far away from the doors. I pushed the door open and swung my leg out, luckily we were parked beside another car or anyone could have seen straight up my skirt. Around the front of the car Tina appeared and for the first time I got a clear view of what she was wearing. The pink heels were just as high, maybe even higher than mine, the stockings looked great on her toned legs, and her tight ruffled dress ended just above mid-thigh. Where I looked a bit like a whore, she looked like a beautiful model. It was obvious why she did so well in porn, she was immaculate. 
"Wow..." I said to Tina, "you are so beautiful." She blushed a little.
"Thanks... you look good too," she said.
"Ya, but a little whorish, right?" I laughed and finally got a real smile out of her.
We walked towards the club and saw a huge line that wrapped around the side of the building.
"Do we need to wait in that?" I panicked a little, there was no way I could just stand there in these heels for that long, plus there was a bit of a cool breeze and I wasn't dressed for it to say the least.
"No, the... person," she hadn't started referring to them as 'fucker' quite yet, "told me our names would be on the list."
"OK, thank god," I laughed again. Was I drunk already? Drunk with lust?
The girls lined up outside were dressed just as slutty as Tina and I. I thought we would stand out, eyes on us, wondering who would dress like that, but in reality we were just like everyone. Short skirts, tight dresses, high heels, it was all on display in front of our eyes. The only thing different was everyone else was probably ten years younger then us.
We pushed our way up to the front of the line until we were right in front of the bouncer. He gave us a look of "what are you two old bitches doing here?" but Tina spoke right up.
"Our names are on the list, Tina, well Kristina Novak, and Madison Edwards," she said with some command, maybe her eastern European sternness coming out.
The bouncer took a minute to look down the list on the clipboard in his hand before taking his pen and crossing off two names. "Well OK ladies...", he opened the velvet rope holding us back and we walked in.
Each step increased the music's decibel level by 10 it seemed. My ears were ringing before I even got inside. There were smoke machines, there were lasers, there were flashing lights. Immediately I knew I was way too old for the place.
Before we could enter the main room we were stopped by a young blonde girl in a tight and short black dress.
"Tina? Madison?" she asked, reaching out to touch Tina's shoulder.
"Uh... ya?" I said instinctively.
"Hi, you are on our VIP list, so I want to show you to your booth," the young girl said as she started to walk ahead, turning her head back to make sure we were following.
We pushed our way through the throng of people until we got to a staircase that ran along the edge of the club. As we climbed up the stairs I reached back and held my extremely short skirt in place, making sure no one behind me would be able to see my ass, or worse yet, my plug. Ahead of me was Tina, and this was the first time I had noticed her stockings were actually thigh highs, I saw the straps of a garter belt reaching down from under her dress and holding on to the top of the stockings. The hostess's dress rode up with every step, she made no attempt to pull it down or hide anything, maybe that was work policy? While it rose it never quite went far enough to show me her panties, but her ass was amazing regardless. Eventually we got to the second floor and we were led to our table. There was a bench seat that allowed Tina and I to enter from either side, and the table faced outward towards the dance floor, letting us have a clear view of the action, and not shielding us from the obnoxiously loud music in any way.
Our hostess left and was soon replaced by another girl dressed in the same small black dress who delivered us a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"Uh, we didn't order this," Tina said immediately, both of us worried about how much it was going to cost us.
"This has been taken care of Ms. Novak... actually any drinks you order tonight have been taken care of," the young girl said before walking away with a smile. Tina and I looked at each other and laughed.
"Jesus, I don't know what is going on here," Tina struggled to get through, "I mean the whole situation is just so... crazy!"
I jokingly fell over and touched her shoulder, a tear running down my cheek from laughing. Really the situation was crazy, even more so than Tina knew. She was being blackmailed, and for some reason the blackmailer got us into this club and is paying for all of our booze. But, Tina didn't even know that I had been blackmailed for weeks and I knew all about her situation, oh and was sitting there wearing a butt plug too. Crazy didn't even start to explain the situation.
I reached out and grabbed the bottle, twisting the cork off with a pop. Tina held out one glass at a time while I expertly poured champagne into them. With both glasses full I put the bottle down and picked up a glass. 
"Well Tina... I know everything is a little crazy... and I hope everything turns out OK... but I wanted to say that I'm so happy we met and have become friends, and no matter what happens that will always be true," I came up with it on the spot, I was pretty impressed actually. Our glasses moved together and we both said "cheers".
Over the next while we worked our way through the first bottle of champagne before Tina got the attention of one of the girls and had another one brought over to us. If we weren't paying, why not, right?
As the alcohol flowed out conversation veered into more personal topics. I had always tried to not bring up things about Tina's past, partially because I didn't know if she wanted to talk about them, but also I didn't want to let slip in any way that I've watched her videos. But with a buzz that logic went out the window.
"So Tina... you did some modelling right?" I said while taking another sip.
Her face looked a little shocked but not enough not to answer, "ya... I did some... 'modelling'..." she said with air quotes. We both laughed and I touched her shoulder. "Why?" she followed up.
"Oh... well Emma... my daughter... she got offered a modelling job today... or well... a photoshoot or something... I just wanted to know your thoughts?"
"Are they paying her?" was her first comment. 
"Ya... $500... is that good?" I moved a little closer so I could hear better. The goddamn music was just so loud. 
"Wow, $500... for her first time? Ya that's really good," she said back, taking a long swig of her champagne.
"But... is it safe?" I tried to sound worried, but for some reason I smiled.
"I mean... I don't know who the photographer is... but... if they are paying her then that's a good sign... are you going to go with her?"
I hadn't even thought about it, but maybe I should go with her, to make sure she is safe. I was glad I asked Tina.
"Ummmm, I'm not sure..."
"Well, I think you should, just to make sure, and you know maybe next time she can go alone, you'll just have to see..." Tina finished.
"Thank you so much Tina! I'm going to text her right now and tell her I'm coming." I replied far too excitedly and moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a big hug, my head landed on her shoulder and I took a deep breath in. God she smelt so fucking good.
Once removed I saw a big smile on Tina's face, "you don't drink much do you?" she said laughing.
"Uh... no not usually... well not this much for sure... why, can you tell?" I laughed back before pouring myself another glass.
I texted Emma and we went back to our chatting and drinking for a while longer, laughing,, hugging, teasing, it was turning out to be a pretty fun night from what I can remember. Tina's easy going nature changed however when she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. I could see there was a text message on it but I couldn't read it. Her face blushed and then she reached down and grabbed the edge of her dress and pulled it up a little. I think she tried to do it without me noticing but she failed miserably. The result was her white thigh highs and garters showing now. Anyone walking by would be able to see them and I could tell she wasn't completely comfortable. Obviously she needed more to drink.
"Hey!" I yelled out to get the attention of one of the servers, "can we get some shots here... tequila!" 
Tina smiled but was unsure. I had to get her to loosen up. Why did I need her to do that? I don't know, it just felt like something that had to be done. 
While we waited for the shots to arrive I got my own message. I dug my phone out of my purse and giggled when I read it. My hands reached down and pulled my skirt up just like Tina did. My thighs came into complete view, my teddy covered pussy just out of sight. I could feel my cunt getting wetter by the second. The booze was making me feel relaxed and sexy, I just wished Tina felt the same.
The shots arrived, four of them somehow, and Tina and I both took one each, and drank it right away, then did the same with the second ones. I felt them hit me and my head spun a bit, I was feeling even better than before, it was like I had no problems at all. I looked over at Tina and there was no change. Clearly I underestimated her drinking abilities. Goddamn Europeans.
Her phone buzzed again and anger came on her face before her hands moved down and she pulled her dress up even further, this time exposing the bottom of her white lace panties. I couldn't see her pussy clearly but it was right there. I squirmed in my seat, moving my putt plug around a little, god I was feeling so fucking turned on. My hand reached over and landed on Tina's thigh. 
"Tina... it's OK... just relax..." I said with a slight slur.
Her face was horrified and her legs snapped shut. If I hadn't been as tipsy as I was I would have been more worried, but I just chuckled and took another sip of champagne.
My phone buzzed again, I opened it and read the message.
Message: PULL YOUR SKIRT UP ALL THE WAY SLUT
Message: SHOW TINA HOW MUCH OF A SLUT YOU ARE
I closed my phone again not wanting Tina to see and was about to do what I was told to do, but it hit me. How did the blackmailer know the current situation? Even in my inebriated state I made the connection that they must be here somewhere. I quickly perked up, raising myself up with my arms and looking around, trying to see if I noticed anyone looking, but it was impossible, it was dark, and packed with people, I'd never find anyone here, but knowing they were so close made me feel different, somehow dirtier, nastier, knowing someone was watching me up close. "What the fuck!" I said to myself.

[hirarandi]

"Madison, are you OK?" Tina asked with a worried tone, touching my shoulder.
I sat back down and looked at her, "ya... ya... I'm fine... sorry I thought I just recognized someone," I smiled at her and then did what the asshole said, I reached down, grabbing the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up all the way to my waist. My ass was now sitting straight on the fake leather seat, my legs completely uncovered, my teddy covered pussy on view for Tina and anyone who walked by. I looked at Tina in the eyes, "there, see, if I can relax so can you..."
Her face went from shocked to smiling as her legs opened a little again, her body relaxing, "you are so much crazier than I thought," Tina said, taking another sip of champagne.
As the time ticked by again Tina and I got closer and closer, our bodies touching, the drinks flowing, her hands started to touch my body making my pussy throb. I was convinced there was a wet spot on the seat underneath me. Her phone buzzed and she quickly read it and pulled up her dress just like my skirt. She didn't fight it, she didn't curse, she just did it. Her panties were now on full display. I looked at them, maybe even stared, her lips were pressed against the see thru fabric and a little wetness was evident. The mix of the thigh highs, garter belt and lace panties made her look like a high class whore, and I loved it.
I reached over and pulled her close, pushing my lips against hers, kissing her. I felt her hands on my shoulders pushing me away.
"Tina! I'm so sor..." I started but before I could finish Tina had pulled me back in, our mouths opening, our tongues meeting. I wondered if that was how all porn stars kissed. God she tasted amazing. Her tongue shot down my mouth deeper and deeper, I felt like I was being fucked. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her tighter, saliva slipping from our mouths as we took a breath. 
"Wow," I said as we sat back in a little bit of shock.
"Sorry about that... it's just been so long..." Tina said a little embarrassed 
I smiled at her and grabbed her hand, adding, "I loved it."
We went back to drinking, and chatting, and making out. We both had no idea how long we had been there, how many drinks we had had, or when we were leaving. Being there with her was amazing, she was so sexy, so natural, and kissing her sent shockwaves through my body.
Her phone buzzed, and then buzzed again, and again, and again. We both looked at it, her face turning red as she reached to pick it up. I felt mine buzz while she was reading her messages, and just like hers it kept buzzing. I rummaged through my purse again to look at it.
Message: TINA IS GOING TO ASK YOU TO DANCE
Message: WHILE DANCING BE A SLUT
Message: I WANT TO SEE YOU BE A PUBLIC WHORE
Message: IF YOU'RE NOT SLUTTY ENOUGH I WILL RELEASE EVERYTHING TONIGHT
Message: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO TINA ON THE DANCE FLOOR TOO
I swear I almost had an orgasm right there. Was it the task of being a slut? Was it being told to do whatever I wanted to to Tina? Or was it the rush of knowing I could lose everything tonight? That my life could be ruined forever in just a few minutes? I didn't know for sure, but my pussy was dripping.
"Hey... do you want to go down and dance?" Tina asked right on schedule.
"Ya, of course... lets go!" I said excitedly. I grabbed her hand and scooted out my side of the booth, pulling her with me. As I got out of the seat, my skirt still riding high, Tina was able to see my butt plug in my ass for the first time. 
"Uhhhh... are you wearing a butt plug?" she asked with a smile.
"Maybe," I answered with a sly grin.
"You dirty girl..." she smirked as her hand slapped my ass before pulling my skirt down in place. Tina then pulled her dress down and we headed out of the VIP area, down the stairs and into the swamp of moving bodies.
The music was so loud I could feel my body vibrating. My pussy loved it, the bass rumbling through my clit. Tina pulled me to the middle of the floor, we were squeezed between girls and guys everywhere, it felt like there was no room to move, no way to get out. As we got into a position I started to let the music take over, swaying and moving to the beat. Tina was in front of me smiling as she continued to move as well. Her arms reached out and pulled my closer, kissing me, our tongues meeting again. I felt her hands slide down my body as we kissed, grabbing my skirt and pulling it up to my waist, revealing my fishnet covered ass and butt plug. Everyone was so close that no one could really see, but I felt like such a slut already, being exposed like that in front of so many strangers.
I thought back to the messages and how I was told to do whatever I wanted to Tina. I broke our kiss and whispered in her ear, "you're so fucking sexy," as my hands moved to her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her dress and letting them slide down revealing a white lace bra that matched the rest of her lingerie. Her nipples pressed up against the fabric leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My mind was racing as I leaned forward, pulling her left bra cup down slightly and taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it.
We both heard some cheering from around us, one guy yelling "holy shit", and before we knew it we were the center of attention. My head moved back up from her tit, letting the cup go back into place and I looked around. Through the smoke and lasers all I could see were eyes staring at us. I moved my hand down to my pussy and with just a gentle touch I came. There was no controlling it, I was so turned on, so fucking hot that my body just released as soon as my clit was touched. I shook and fell over a little bit on to Tina before gaining my balance again.
I watched as a pair of hands reached around Tina while she continued to move her body seductively. The male hands touched her shoulders and slowly crept their way over her collar bones before landing on her tits. Tina did nothing to stop them, instead she pushed her ass backwards against the violator and ground into him, making him slide his fingers into her bra, pinching her nipples. Tina's eyes closed and her head fell back. I could tell she loved what was happening. Was this the 'porn Tina' I had been wanting to meet?
I felt a pair of hands touch my hips as I stared at Tina. The moved with my body as I continued to flow to the music. I could feel a hard cock rub against my ass as the hands continued their journey around my body. I put my hands on top of them and lead them up my body, letting them caress my tits through my teddy. I pushed back harder, grinding the cock roughly against my ass. I thought about what it would be like to taste a cock again, I hadn't had one in so long, I licked my lips. I pushed his hands down from my chest, across my stomach and below my skirt, letting both hands touch my pussy over my teddy. His fingers felt amazing, as they rubbed my clit through the fabric.
I heard more cheering from around us and I noticed Tina's bra had come off and had fallen on the floor, her tits now out in the open and being played with by several pairs of hands. Did someone undo it for her? Did she do it herself? My mind rushed with crazy thoughts.
Tina looked at me and then reached over and pulled the tie's on my teddy loosening the strings and letting it hang open. My chest was no longer restricted and my tits moved with each beat. She smiled at me and pulled forward, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Again loud cheers echoed around the dance floor somehow over powering the music. More hands found my body, I felt them grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples as I kept getting my clit played with. I was losing my mind. 
I looked back at Tina and saw an evil grin on her face, her hand moved quickly towards me and roughly grabbed the thin material covering my cunt, pushing the invading hands out of the way, and pulled it to the side. She then used both hands to grab the fishnet material and rip it open leaving a gaping hole right where my slut hole was. It was dripping wet and red with lust. It needed to be played with. I moaned when the rough hands returned from before now feeling my sopping slit. I felt the fingers start to explore, feeling my lips and clit before pushing a single digit inside covered in my juices. 
"Holy shit this slut is looooossseee," I heard a male voice behind me say. 
Another finger entered my cunt and he started to pull it wide letting everyone see how used I was, then he forced both of them into me knuckles deep without any resistance. 
"YESSSS FUCK YESSS!" I screamed out. As the warm dirty air found its way to my opening I came again. The feeling of being used like this was too much, my knees went weak and I collapsed to the ground. It felt dirty and sticky, normally I would have hated it, but at that moment I loved it, it was where I was supposed to be. As my mind turned back on I saw Tina's white panties right in front of me. Without thinking I reached out and grabbed them, pulling them down to the ground. Tina instantly stepped out of them and spread her legs. I felt a hand in my hair and it roughly pulled me into Tina's cunt, my tongue got to work. I used my hands to spread her pussy so my tongue could get in nice and deep, fucking her hole and tasting her juices. Tina tasted amazing. I wanted to tell her that, I wanted to get up and kiss her and tell her she was amazing, but the hand kept my head in place and I continued to eat her out for as long as I was there.
As I was down on the ground my ass was continually slapped. At first it stung, but the more it was slapped the better it felt. My cheeks burned with lust, slap after slap. Eventually someone saw the butt plug poking out from behind the thong back of my teddy, I heard the announcement ring out.
"This slut has a butt plug in her ass!" the crowd cheered again.
The comment seemed to spur Tina on as my hair was pulled again, lifting me up, our faces meeting.
"You're such a fucking slut Madison!" Tina said, kissing me quickly before turning me down and forcing me to bend over. I felt her hands come down and slap my ass making me moan. I felt her fingers start to toy with the plug in my ass, slowly pulling it to the point where it might come out, and then letting it slide back deep into my ass.
A flash of her playing with another girl's ass and butt plug from her porn days flashed through my head. I felt the toy get right to the edge again before sliding back in. Tina was playing with me, she was teasing me, I could hardly stand it.
In front of my face stood a hard cock in a pair of jeans. The outline was clear and I wanted it. My hands started to trace the outline of it, feeling it twitch and move underneath the fabric. I stuck my tongue out and licked it over his jeans. My slut mind running wild.
Hands started to roam my body again as I felt my tits being played with. Tina slapped my ass again as I felt her finally pull the plug out. "Oh god... fuck yes Tina..." I turned and yelled back at her as she pushed the plug back into my ass roughly.
Tina continued to pull the plug out of my ass and shove it back in, over and over and over. Her other hand under me rubbing my pussy as she continued. I started to rock back towards her, feeling another orgasm quickly building in my body. My hands played with the belt in front of me, getting it undone before I unbuttoned and unzipped the guys jeans. The cheers continued to build around us as I pulled his boxers down releasing his rock hard cock. I wanted to taste it so badly, my tongue reached out to play with the head of the cock when suddenly I felt myself floating. Tina's fingers were gone from my pussy and the plug seemed to have dropped on the floor. I looked back and saw a giant man carrying Tina away and I seemed to be following her.
"OK everyone... shows over! Get the fuck back!" the large man carrying me said as my body flopped around unable to control itself. My tits hanging out, and my asshole and pussy uncovered so anyone could see it. Was this slutty enough for the blackmailer?
I opened my eyes and found myself in my bed. How did I get there? I couldn't remember anything since dancing in the club. Could I have possibly been that drunk? My mind raced back to earlier in the night, drinking with Tina, the text messages we both seemed to receive, dancing on the floor, being touched and groped like a piece of meat. My pussy immediately started to come to life as I thought about it. I pushed the blankets off of my body and got to my feet. As I moved the sensation of not having the butt plug in my ass anymore hit me. Where did it go? Did I take it out somewhere? Do I still have it? Everything was blurry. 
Pushing up to my feet was difficult at first, but within a few steps I was getting my balance again. I looked at the clock, 3am. How many hours had I been home? When did I get home? What was apparent though was I had passed out in my clothes. My teddy and fishnets were still on my body, and my skirt was rolled up around my waist. I needed some water, badly.
I pushed the skirt off my body and let it fall on the floor, awkwardly stepping out of it and continuing to my bedroom door. Since it was 3am changing into anything else in order to get some water didn't even come to mind. Trying to find something else to wear seemed difficult to say the least. The lights were off throughout the house, I looked down the hallway to make sure no one was there. It hit me that Jess was staying over and I was glad she was asleep as I didn't need her seeing me like this, or at least not with the way I was feeling.
Once downstairs in the kitchen I grabbed a glass and filled it with some cold water, sipping it slowly. I tried to remember more from the night before, and the more I did the more turned on I got. I splashed some water on my face from the kitchen sink, trying to get rid of the dizziness I was still feeling. After a second glass of water I headed back up stairs. My asshole felt so weird after having the plug in it for so long, I felt like it was wide open and might never close again. The strings from the fishnets tugged tight on my skin and the thong from the teddy rode up between my pussy lips stimulating me every step. I couldn't remember if I had gotten off already tonight or not, but I knew I was going to as soon as I got back upstairs.
Each step was a challenge, both so I didn't fall, and trying to make as little noise as possible. My hands gripped the railing and partially pulled myself up. As my eyes rose from the top step to the ground in front of me, my route to my room, they saw Jess leaning against my door frame, arms crossed, smiling. Her little body was covered only in a pair of panties with hearts on them, and a white tank top. 
"Jess, what are you doing?" I asked a little off balance.
"Waiting for you of course," she answered with a sly smile, stepping forward and taking my hand.
Jess led me into my room. I got into bed and she followed me on her hands and knees, crawling across my blanket.
"Jess... what are you doing?" I said again, I was struggling to think straight. My pussy was pulsing, I wasn't sure if it was because I wanted Jess or the events from earlier in the night.
"Ms Edwards... I told you I am your little slut play thing... I'm here to play..." and with that she moved closer, her lips touching mine.
"Jess... we can't..." my objection was weak.
I felt her hand touch my pussy over my teddy, "sure we can Ms Edwards..."
"Oh god Jess... that feels so good..." my fight was already gone. I shifted a little lower in my bed letting Jess continue to rub my pussy. The part of my brain that knew the situation was wrong wasn't working, and all that was left was the inner slut ready to be fucked.
Jess doubled her efforts, rubbing my pussy faster through the material. The fact that she was still doing that told me all I needed to know about her experience. Finally she spoke up.
"Ms Edwards... tell me what to do... tell me what you want... I will do anything you want... I promise..." she sounded so innocent, but also so naughty all at the sametime.
I reached up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head close to mine, I opened my lips and let her stick her tongue into my mouth. Back and forth our tongues fought, spit and saliva flowing out as we kissed passionately. "By my little slut..." I said to her before letting her go.
"Pull my teddy to the side and eat my pussy you little slut..." I moaned loudly as I lost myself. I felt her fingers do as I said, pulling the fabric to the side before I felt her tongue start to lap up my cunt and flick my clit. "Oh god... just like that... lick my fucking cunt..." the words I was saying shocked me, but they were all I could think about, I needed her to keep going, I didn't care what I said. My hands pushed down on her head, making her tongue push into me even harder, my hips started to gyrate as her tongue continued to work. 
"Oh god... Jessssss... fuck yes... you like eating out your teacher don't you? You love to taste your teacher's cunt... tell me you love it," I blurted out.
Jess's head lifted from my pussy for just a second, her eyes looking up at me, "God yes Madison... I fucking love tasting your dirty slut hole..." her head went back down to work.
My mind whirled with Jess's words. I couldn't control my lust, I needed more.
"Finger fuck my fuck hole!" I yelled out. I felt her insert one of her fingers, but her hands were tiny just like the rest of her and it felt like almost nothing.
"More... I need more..." I spurted out looking at her. Jess slid a second finger in my cunt but it wasn't nearly enough. "Fuck... put four fingers in my cunt fucking now!"
Jess looked shocked but did what I said, sliding four fingers into my sloppy slut hole and started to move them in and out while her tongue kept thrashing my clit. My body started to gyrate up and down trying to force more of her fingers into my cunt. 
"Yes Jess... fuck my cunt... fuck my sloppy dirty fuck hole... oh god," I said losing control.
I reached over to my bedside table and pulled out the first drawer while trying not to stop what Jess was doing. My hand rummaged around until it found one of my dildos and I pulled it out. It was 8" long and I wanted it all up my ass. I brought it to my mouth and licked it before pushing it towards Jess.
"Slut... suck on this," I said roughly. Jess's innocent face looked up at it and then opened her mouth, letting me push it in, her other hand came up and grabbed it, holding it in place so she could suck and lick it while her other hand continued to fuck me with her fingers..
"Now take the dildo and shove it up my fucking asshole... but do NOT take your fingers out of my cunt!" I said and Jess nodded. I felt her move the dildo down to my ass and start to push. It was still wide open from having the plug up there all day and it moved into my hole easily.
"Yes Jess... fuck your teacher's holes..." my eyes closed as I pushed back onto the dildo and her fingers, "fuck me nice and hard... I know you dreamed of this Jess you fucking teenage slut..." I was losing my mind as I could feel myself getting closer and closer.
I grabbed Jess's hair and pulled her up from my clit, I looked her in the eyes, "tell me what you are... tell me what you want to be..."
He face was covered in my cunt juice as her mouth started to speak, "I am a little teenage slut... I want everyone to look at me and know that I have sex with my teacher... dirty nasty sex... I want to be a nasty teenage whore Ms Edwards..."
I smiled at her, "good girl... now spin around, I want to taste you little cunt."
Jess turned around, keeping her fingers in my pussy and her other hand ramming the dildo into my ass. Her pussy was now right above my face, I leaned forward and took a deep breath smelling her sweet smell. My tongue came out and I licked the fabric, her panties were soaked and tasted sweet. I pulled her panties down and off her legs, laying them beside me. I could tell her pussy hadn't been used a lot like mine, it still looked so delicate. I started to lick it, tasted it, burying my tongue into it. Jess tasted amazing.

[hirarandi]

"Oh fuck... Ms Edwards... that feels so amazing!" Jess said as I could feel her body shake a little. "Lick my teenage pussy... make me cum on your face..."
I pulled Jess onto my face harder and ground her cunt on my tongue, I wanted to taste her as she exploded on my face, I needed to taste her. My ass and cunt were so close to cumming, the scent in the room was full of sex, it was hot and sweaty and it was so dirty. My mind was racing, I thought about what would happen if Emma or Sam walked in the room, the thought of it made me pussy even more wet, more horny, I started to lick Jess's cunt even faster.
My hand reached down and grabbed her wrist and started to push her hand into my slut hole. "Put your whole hand into your whore teacher's cunt..." I felt her thumb start to tuck underneath her fingers, but she was being too gentle, too careful, "just fucking shove it in slut... force your fist into me fucking now!" I said as I grabbed her wrist again trying to pull it into me.
"Holy shit!" I heard Jess say as her fist finally entered me. Her hand was small like the rest of her so my pussy took it easily. "I can't believe you can take my whole fucking hand!"
"Keep fucking me Jess... keep fucking my ass and pussy... come on... fuck me hard slut!" My mind and tongue were both going crazy at what was happening. My asshole was stretched out with a dildo, my pussy was getting fist fucked, and it was being done by my eighteen year old highcollege student. On top of that I had her young fuck hole on top of my face. I didn't care what time it was, I didn't care who knew what was happening, fuck I didn't even care if the blackmailer sent this out to everyone, at that moment I only needed to cum, I only needed to taste Jess's cum. My inner fuck slut had been released.
"Oh... Ms Edwards... oh fuck... Ms Edwards I'm so fucking close... oh fuck," Jess started to grind her pussy around on my face, her orgasm almost there, "oh shit... keeppppp... fuck... Ms Edwards holy shit!!" Jess screamed as I felt a wave of cum flood my mouth. Her body convulsed and fell off of me onto the bed, with it her hand ripped itself from my cunt giving me just the rough feeling I needed to explode myself.
"Jessssssss..." I said in a slowly lower tone as my eyes closed and my head feel back. My body shook on the bed, my head thrashed side to side, I couldn't control anything. I could feel the dildo in my ass slide out a little but not all the way, staying inside of me, teasing me. I could feel wetness under my body as my cum soaked into the seats. It felt dirty, nasty, amazing.
A few minutes passed, or maybe a few hours, I had no idea. I remember hearing Jess say "Thank you Madison," but nothing else. My eyes closed. I passed out still wearing my teddy and fishnets.

[hirarandi]

BANG BANG BANG! "MOM!"
My eyes opened to a loud banging, my head rang, I didn't know what was going on.
"MOM!" BANG BANG BANG "Are you up?!"
I made a connection, Emma was banging on my door, but why? What time was it? I looked down, I was dressed in a teddy and fishnets, I saw a dildo. What was happening? What time was it?
"MOM! I'm coming in!" I heard Emma yell as the door knob turned.
I was aware of the situation enough to quickly pull my blanket up to my neck, covering my body. The door creaked open and Emma walked in, I turned my head to look at her and noticed a pair of panties with hearts on them beside me, I quickly stuffed them under the pillow beside me before Emma noticed. Who's panties were they? Everything was so foggy.
"Mom! You're still in bed?!" Emma was angry, but I couldn't connect why.
I held the blanket tight up to my neck, making sure Emma couldn't see anything that was happening underneath. "Uh... ya... sorry..." was all I could muster right then.
"Jesus mom, what time did you get home last night? You look terrible." Emma said sitting on the edge of my bed, a little too close for comfort.
I racked my brain trying to remember when I got home but couldn't, "ummmm I'm not exactly sure... what time is it anyway?"
Emma looked at me with an annoyed look, "it's 12:30 already mom... I have my modelling shoot at 2, remember? You said you were going to come with me? I don't want to be late!"
I could tell she was a little angry, but we still had time, I tried to calm her down. "OK OK... I'll get up, just give me a few minutes OK? I'll hop in the shower and then come down."
"Fine! But hurry up!" Emma said, getting off my bed and starting to walk out.
"Oh! Emma..." I started.
"Yes?"
"Do you mind putting some coffee on for me?"
"No problem... it sure seems like you could use it," she said with a little smile both making me think she was mocking me, and feeling sorry for me.
The door closed behind her and I heard steps going down the stairs. My head fell back on my pillow and I let out a deep breath, "what the fuck" I said to myself, trying to remember what had happened the night before. I pushed my blanket back down to my feet and turned in bed, placing my feet on the ground. My head was ringing, how did this happen? I was able to stand up and start to shuffle myself over to the washroom, as I did I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the fishnets, the teddy, I looked like a completely used slut. My pussy twitched.
In the shower I let the warm water rinse away the filth I had on my body. Each minute I was in there I remembered a little more, the club, the dance floor, being felt up, and then I thought about when I got home, Jess surprising me, her fucking me in bed. "Fuck," I said to myself as I thought what happened. I felt a little sick now that my somewhat rational brain was back on. How did I let a student do that to me? How did I do that to her? Would she tell her mother? Was I completely fucked? The whole situation was getting so out of hand that I didn't even need the blackmailer to fuck up my life anymore. But, as much as it scared me, part of me loved it, I just couldn't hide it anymore.
I wrapped a towel around my body and headed downstairs to get the coffee I so badly needed. Emma looked at me and simply said, "hurry up!" while I grabbed my cup and headed back up to my room. Sitting on my bed I remembered Jess's panties stuffed under my pillow, reaching back I grabbed them and looked at them. They were so cute, the little hearts on them, I imagined her standing by my door wearing them. Why did she turn me on so much? I brought them up to my nose and smelled them, taking in a deep breath.
With my coffee almost done I started to feel a little more like myself. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages, of course there were some from the blackmailer.
Message: READY TO GO WATCH EMMA MODEL?
Message: SURPRISED?
Message: WHO DO YOU THINK SET IT UP?
I didn't know what to think. My days of reacting with extreme anger were over. I should have known that this was setup. Why didn't I know? I felt defeated and just continued reading. What was I supposed to do?
Message: WEAR PACKAGE FIVE
Message: DO EVERYTHING THE PHOTOGRAPHER ASKS
Message: AND MAKE SURE EMMA DOES TOO
Message: HAVE FUN SLUT
I closed my phone and put my head in my hands. I tried to think of a way out, some way to not go ahead with the photoshoot, but there was nothing. I was so deep in the hole now that getting out seemed impossible. If I didn't do what they said they would release everything, and at this point it would be enough to ruin my life for sure. Now Emma was getting dragged into it. She knew about the blackmailer but should I ruin her excitement about modelling? Should I tell her this is all a setup? Even if I did that we would still have to go. There didn't seem to be any options other than going forward with it.
Refocused and putting the negatives in the back of my head I stood up and walked over to the packages again, finding number five and opening it over my bed, watching the contents fall out. Inside were a pair of grey thigh high socks with white stripes at the top, a white tennis skirt, and a pair of white lace boy shorts. I took a deep breath and started to get dressed.
I removed my towel and slipped on the white panties first, pulling them into place and feeling them press against my pussy. Next I grabbed the grey socks putting one on at a time. They ended a little lower than I thought they would, about half way up my thighs. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up my body and into place around my waist. It was short enough that there was visible skin between the top of the socks and the skirt. I went over to my drawers and picked out a white bra that somewhat matched with the panties, wrapping it around my body and doing it up. And finally I put on a grey sweatshirt that had seen better days but was extremely comfortable and hung off one shoulder. I put my hair up in a pony tail and took a look in the mirror. It was clear what I was wearing was meant for someone at least ten years younger. I loved it.
I put on a pair of shoes and headed down stairs. It was already 1:15pm and we still had to drive to the studio. Emma was sitting on the couch looking at her phone, she turned around to look at me and her eyebrows raised.
"That's what you're wearing?" she said as she got up from the couch.
"Well... ya..." I said looking down at my clothes, "don't you like it?"
"I mean... ya... it's just not really you," she paused for a second, "were you told to wear that?" her eyes looking at me for an answer.
I decided right then that if I was going to lie about the modelling being set up, then I would need to lie about it all, including this outfit. "No... not this time... I bought it the other day at the mall... I just thought it was something a little different, fun... should I change?" I knew I couldn't change, but I wanted it to convince her and this seemed more real.
"Oh no mom," she suddenly looked worried, "... you look great... I just wanted to make sure," Emma smiled, picking up her stuff and walking around the couch.
I looked at her for a second, "you're wearing... that?" I asked, a little confused. She had on a pair of oversized grey sweatpants that were rolled several times at the waist, a white tank top and a visible pink bra underneath. Something she would wear to be comfortable and hang out, not for a photoshoot.
"Ya," she said right away, "the photographer said that he would have outfits for me to wear there so just to come in whatever I wanted... and this is what I want," she chuckled a little bit.
"Well OK then," I said as we headed to the car and started our journey.
We were half way there and after doing some small talk I decided to double check that Emma wanted to do this. Maybe if she backed out I could explain to the blackmailer that she didn't want to do it and I couldn't force her, maybe that would work?
"So you're sure you want to do this, right?" I asked, focused on driving.
Emma turned to me and answered right away, "yes! For sure!... Why don't you think I should?"
"No... I mean... I just wanted to make sure you were sure... I'm here for you no matter what," I smiled back.
I didn't force the issue, I didn't try to convince her. If I did she would have known something was wrong. It was a weak attempt, my last resort, I went back to driving, trying to stay positive.
Eventually we pulled into a parking lot of an industrial strip mall type building. There were a few cars parked in front of different units, but this was not where you would think a studio would be. We drove past the units until we saw the one we were looking for right at the end, Top Model Studio. It seemed to be anything but.
"You sure about this?" I asked Emma again.
"Yes Mom..." she answered a little annoyed.
We both got out of the car and walked to the single door. There was a buzzer with a sign that read "press to be buzzed in". Emma pressed it right away and I looked up to a security camera over the door. A second later we heard the door unlock and Emma pulled it open.
Inside was a desk with a phone that didn't look like it had been used in a long time, some waiting chairs and a fake plant in the corner. Everything a little grey and bland. A flat wall stood in the middle kind of like a barrier to whatever was behind it, and beside it a long hallway with randomly placed black and white photos on it. It was as if it had been abandoned. Emma and I both looked at each other a little confused.
"Just come to the back!" we heard yelled at us from the end of the long hallway.
I looked at Emma and shrugged my shoulders as we both started to walk towards the voice. When we got to the end of the hallway I was shocked to see what was there. It was a large open room setup in a warehouse type area. The ceiling was extremely high, there was a proper white background area for taking the photos and white flooring underneath. All around the photo area were professional lighting setups and reflection screens. It all looked like a legitimate setup, and not at all what I was expecting when we walked in there.
"Hi I'm Mike," said a man who walked out from a back room. Baggy jeans, dark blue t-shirt with a stain or two and a beer belly topped off with messy hair and an unkept beard. Not a fashionable photographer at all.
"Hi Mike, I'm Madison," I said, holding out my hand, shaking his as he got closer, "and this is my daughter Emma." I watched as Mike's eyes went up and down my body, taking in what I was wearing.
"Hi Emma," Mike said right after, "my associate told me he gave you my card at the mall the other day... I'm so glad you agreed to come!"
"Thanks... I'm excited to do this!" Emma said.
Mike seemed like a nice person. I was expecting something different, something more intimidating, more sexual, just not Mike.
"Well, now that you're here, let me go through a few things," Mike started to talk to Emma as they walked closer to the photo area, I followed just behind, "first of all this is mostly a test shoot, to see how you do. If things keep going well we will just keep going until I think we have what we need, and of course if things go well overall I'll invite you back." Mike took a little break before continuing, "I want you to have fun while we're doing this, so just tell me if there is something you don't want to do, but remember I've done this for a long time so I know what looks good. Does that sound OK?"
"Ya, that sounds perfect," Emma said immediately.
"OK, perfect, so to start, why don't you go over to the chair there and take a seat and we'll start with some photos in what you're wearing, just to figure out the lighting, and what works, and then I'll get you to go and try on some different things in the back. Does that sound good?" Mike asked.
"Yes, oh my god I'm so excited!" Emma exclaimed as she almost ran over to the chair.
I smiled as she did it, but was still feeling a little sick about the whole situation. I looked over at Mike and smiled.
"Oh, Madison, you can sit over here if you want, or stand, or whatever you want, just make yourself comfortable," Mike pointed to a chair just off to the side of the room where I could watch Emma's shoot.
"Thanks Mike," I said and walked over, taking a seat.
The situation was a little surreal, sitting there, watching my daughter model for someone I had met just moments before. On top of that I was sitting there dressed in something I would have never worn just a couple of weeks before. My hands fell to my knees, feeling my thigh high socks on my legs. The feeling of them felt amazing, I had to admit I loved wearing them. I made sure my skirt stayed pulled to its maximum length, and tried to keep my sweater on both shoulders, trying not to show anything to Mike, or Emma for that matter.
In front me Emma stood in the white void as Mike started to snap some pictures of her. At first she stood there, arms by her side, a smile on her face, the camera snapping every few seconds. I watched as she seemed to be enjoying herself. Next she turned around, her ass covered in the loose sweat pants, her upper body under the tight tank top.
"Now turn back around and put your hands on your hips," Mike instructed Emma. She did what he said, pushing out her hip slighting, giving a little but of a pose.
"OK, now just try to be a little... sexy," Mike said and my heart skipped a beat. I watched closely to see what Emma was doing.
She started trying to make some poses and faces to look sexy, it was hard to pull it off with the clothes she had on. I watched as her hands started to move around her body. She sat on the chair and spread her legs, nothing being shown with the sweat pants on, but the pose looked sexy for sure, Emma bent over, arms on her knees, Mike snapping pictures that clearly saw the little bit of cleavage on show.
Standing up again Emma put her fingers under the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulled it up showing her athletic stomach as the pictures kept being taken. I could see her focusing, being dialed into what she was doing. Next she pulled down the tank top strap off her left shoulder showing intent to show her bra to the camera. Her hands moved down to the waistband of her sweat pants. She pushed one side down and pulled the other side up giving a glimpse of her matching pink panties. My eyes were locked on her. My mind battled between motherly thoughts and my now almost out of control lust. God she was beautiful.
"That's great Emma, really great... just keep doing what you think feels right... the pictures are amazing," Mike said, still clicking away.
Emma turned back around, now moving her hands back to her shirt and she slowly started to lift if off her body, her back coming into view, then her bra strap, and finally the shirt was off her body. She threw it to the side playfully, turning her head back towards the camera. Then she turned around and let Mike and I see her bra completely, her hands going down to her hips, playfully posing. Her fingers played with the waistband of her sweat pants and pushed them down a little showing the top of her panties. I couldn't believe my eyes. Emma was a natural, but it all seemed so wrong.
All of a sudden she stopped and stood up normally, "how was that?" she said excitedly and smiled at Mike.
"That was amazing Emma... you're a natural!" Mike said lowering his camera and walking a little closer to Emma. "Really, you're doing so well, and you're definitely earning that $500."
"Wow, thanks Mike!" Emma said clearly happy with herself.
"Now why don't you go around back and pick out something you'd like to pose in next. There's a big rack of clothes and things, just pick what you think would look good and come back out. I'm leaving it up to your capable hands," Mike smiled at Emma as she looked at me with her own smile before walking around to the back room.
I looked over at Mike as he walked towards me.
"Wow, Madison, Emma looked so comfortable up there," Mike said.
I smiled at him, "ya... she looked really beautiful, I'm just glad she is enjoying herself."
There was a little pause before he spoke again, as if his mind was somewhere else, "ya, it definitely looked like she was having fun," he said with a little smirk, "you know, you look way too young to be her mother, you look amazing yourself!"
I blushed when I heard his words, it was always good to hear a compliment, "well thanks Mike..."
"You know, you could model too if you want?" Mike inquired.
The thought of it turned me on a little, posing for the camera, showing a little skin, but no, this was Emma's day, "thanks Mike, I'm flattered, but not today," I said.
"Ah no problem, worth a shot!" he laughed.
We both turned and looked towards the back of the room as we heard clicking coming from that direction. Emma came back out into the photo area and she looked amazingly sexy. She had on a pair of strappy sandal heels which showed off her bare ankles. Her legs stretched above them all the way up to a sparklingly mini dress which was extremely short, just covering her ass. She spun around to show us the whole outfit, the dress plunged all the way down to just above her ass on the back showing off her shoulders, it hung a little loosely on the front, covering her chest but not providing much support. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't know what to think.
"Wow Emma, you look great... really amazing... good choice!" Mike said, picking up his camera again.
Emma just smiled and moved back over to the photo area. The same routine started again. First she posed standing up, arms by her side, then turned around showing her back. Next came some poses and movements, her hair flowing as she spun and swayed. I watched intently, my mind just focused on what was happening, not thinking about everything else that was going on in my life.
"OK, that's great Emma... now... how about you have some fun again, just be you, do what you think feels right," Mike said, going back to clicking at the camera.
Emma smiled and started to move more seductively. She peered over at me giving me a glance of 'it's OK', but I swallowed hard. Her hands were moving up and down her body, dragging the dress a little high each time before it dropped back into place. One strap fell down her shoulder lowering the drop of the dress showing off the top part of her breast. I was in a trance, watching her move, wondering what would happen next, wondering what she would do next.
Emma turned around and moved over to the chair and bent over, turning her head back to look at the camera. Her dress pulled up providing a dark view of her panties. You couldn't make them out, but it was obvious where things were going. Each picture progressed the movement of the skirt a little bit at a time, Emma pulled the skirt slightly higher. Her panties started to come into view, a peek of pink on display, and before long her whole ass was out, the dress pulled up to her waist, her looking back seductively, her pussy mound on display behind the pink fabric.
My mind was racing. Was Emma liking this? How far was she going to go? Was I liking this? I noticed my legs had opened, my skirt had moved up a little bit, my sweater hanging off of one shoulder. I could feel myself getting turned on watching her model, she was so sexy, and doing it in front of the camera like she was, stopped me from thinking rationally.
Next she turned around, putting one leg up on the chair, her dress now not hiding her panties at all, the camera had a clear view up her skirt. She let the straps fall from her shoulders, the dress stopping just on top of her chest, not showing anything she shouldn't, but letting the pictures know she would. My legs parted a little further, I was lost, I couldn't focus on anything but Emma. The clicking stopped.

[hirarandi]

Wow, great again Emma, just amazing... you're a natural," Mike said. Emma smiled at him.
My eyes were still locked on Emma so I didn't notice when Mike looked over at me, my legs parted, my white panties in clear view. Out of the corner of my eye I caught him and slammed my legs shut, blushing hard, Mike smiled.
"Do you want to try another outfit Emma?" Mike asked.
"Yes! For sure! I'll be right back," and with that Emma was gone again to the back room.
Mike walked over to me, I was still blushing, "so really Emma is very good at this, I think I'd like to have her back again, would that be OK?" Mike asked while standing next to me.
I stood up from my chair, straightening my skirt and looked at him, "well, it's up to her actually... I'll support her no matter what," I smiled. It was true I would support her no matter what, even if the situation was a little weird for me.
"OK, great... once we're finished up here I'll talk to her about it... and you're SURE you don't want to join her in front of the camera?" he asked again.
"Yes... I'm sure..." I said shaking my head.
We made small talk for a few minutes. I was aware of his eyes wandering a bit, but I didn't hate it. After a few minutes we heard the clicking of heels arriving from the back again and we turned to see what Emma had decided to wear this time. I couldn't believe my eyes when she came into view.
Emma had changed her heels into even higher ones somehow. Her legs were covered by some kind of thigh highs made out of pink metallic strings that wrapped their way from her ankles up to her thighs. She had on a matching micro mini skirt that covered basically nothing. Each step revealed a flash of a new pair of panties, micro white, just barely covering her pussy. Her top matched the new panties, a bikini top that was just as small, struggling to cover her breasts. 
"Jesus christ..." I said out loud while still standing beside Mike.
Emma looked at me a little shocked, "is it too much?"
"No... you look fucking amazing..." I said and then covered my mouth immediately. I was not supposed to say anything like that about my daughter, especially with someone else beside me, it felt wrong, but it was the truth. I could feel my cunt start to moisten just looking at her.
Mike laughed beside me, "well it looks like you have the approval of your mom Emma... should we get started?"
"Sure Mike," Emma said while slowly walking over to the usual spot.
Mike lifted his camera and was about to take a picture when he paused, looked over at me for a split second, and then walked up to Emma, getting close to her, his hand touching her lower back, and whispering into her ear. I looked on trying to read lips unsuccessfully. Emma looked at me quickly and then smiled. What the fuck were they talking about? Mike soon after broke away from her and walked back to his usual spot.
The usual shots started to take place, Emma standing forwards, then backwards, her arms at her side and then on her hips. Her poses started to morph into the more seductive ones without any direction from Mike. Soon she was turned around leaning on the chair, her tiny panties not covering her ass at all, the material stretched against her teenage cunt lips. My pussy was getting wet watching, my eyes were so focused on what was happening. My mind struggled with the slutty actions in front of me and the fact that it was my daughter doing them. Emma sat on the chair, her legs spread wide, Mike moving in with the camera, clearly snapping shots of her barely covered pussy. I wanted to hit him, I wanted to taste her, I didn't know what to do.
Mike stood up and nodded to Emma, I looked confused.
"Hey mom... come join me!" Emma said as she looked over.
My eyes opened wide when hearing the words, I couldn't do that, "no... no... I can't... just keep going honey..."
"Oh come on Mom! It will be fun!" Emma said with her eyes begging me.
"No... really... no..." I said again, trying to protest.
Emma started to walk over towards me, a big smile on her face, her hand reaching out at me. I shook my head 'no' as she got closer, eventually reaching me and grabbing my hands.
"Come on mom! It will be fun," Emma said while pulling me up off the chair.
"Are you sure?" I said quietly to only Emma. 
"Yes!" she said as she dragged me with one hand towards the middle of the room. 
I stood beside Emma in the middle of the white layout, waiting.
"Are you girls ready?" Mike asked with a sly grin.
"YES!" Emma said very enthusiastically.
Mike started to click pictures again, moving around us, taking different angles. Emma looked at the camera, doing her usual things. I felt awkward, unsure of what I was supposed to do. I felt Emma start to move me around, pushing me towards the camera, putting her hands on my hips, trying to get me to play along, but I resisted.
"Come on mom! Relax!" Emma said.
"Yes, just relax Madison, take a deep breath and relax..." Mike followed while still taking pictures.
I took a deep breath as suggested, letting the stress of the situation flow out of me, and soon I started to relax. My hands started to roam my body, playfully lifting my skirt just a little, showing some more leg. I turned around and bent over just slightly, looking back at the camera with a sly smile. Emma and I started to intertwine our bodies in ways that were both playful and sexy. I felt her hands on my ass as we faced each other, I wanted to moan, I wanted to push in closer to her, my mind couldn't handle the contradiction of feelings between what I wanted to do and what I should do. Our lips were so close to each other, I could feel the heat from her breath on my face. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I forced myself away, turning around so my back was against hers.
Now I felt her hands on my upper thighs, moving their way up, pulling my skirt with them, little by little. My hands wrapped around her, pulling her in tight against me, her pussy up against my ass, I was feeling so hot, so slutty, I was fighting every second. Finally Mike spoke up.
"Wow... so great girls... amazing," he said as he put his camera down for a second, "now Emma why don't you go and sit on the chair, and Madison why don't you sit down in front of her," he said pointing.
Emma and I agreed and she walked to the chair sitting down, spreading her legs wide so her barely covered pussy was on display, and I dropped down between her legs, leaning back against the chair so her knees were beside my head. My legs were out straight, trying to keep any views up my skirt hidden from the camera.
"Madison, put your legs up just like Emma, OK?" Mike said obviously not going to let me stay the way I was.
I slowly raised my legs and opened them up, my knees now pulled up and in the same position as Emma's, but just down on the ground. My hands quickly moved and pushed my skirt down in front of my panties, trying to stop the camera from seeing them.
"OK, great, now just relax and have fun like before," Mike said from behind his camera as he started to take pictures again.
I couldn't see what Emma was doing behind me but I could feel her hands when they touched me. I felt her hands on my shoulders, then down towards my chest, she moved them over to my knees, pushing them wider than I wanted, each touch made my pussy twitch with excitement, and each time I felt a little worse inside for feeling that way.
"Hey Madison, why don't we take that sweater off," Mike asked and before I could even start to say 'no' Emma was pulling it up over my head revealing my white bra underneath. 
My face blushed immediately, my hands coming up to cover my chest out of shock, no longer keeping my skirt in place. Mike chuckled a little.
"Just relax Madison," Mike said, starting to take pictures yet again.
I felt Emma's hands start to roam again, start to feel my bare shoulders before they moved lower gently grazing the top of my tits. I forced myself to stay calm, to try to relax. My legs fell open a little wider, my skirt riding up again, now my panties just barely visible from Mike's view. My mind was too focused on Emma's touch to worry about that right now.
Her hands lowered a little more, I felt them graze my nipples, this time I couldn't stop myself and let out a soft moan. I blushed again. My mind raced. I couldn't believe I just moaned as my daughter touched my nipples. It was completely mortifying, completely inappropriate. What was happening to me?
I forced myself up to my feet, grabbing my sweater and pulling it over my head. I looked at Mike.
"Sorry, I can't do this anymore right now... I need a break..." I said before walking away to the washroom.
Was this where my life was headed? Did I have no choice? My body was completely betraying me, doing everything it could to ruin my life just like the blackmailer. I wanted to stop, I needed to stop, but every time my body would do the opposite. Now my daughter was getting dragged in, modelling for the blackmailer without her knowledge, touching my tits, and I moaned, I moaned when she did it. Everything was so fucked up.
I splashed some water on my face and dried it off before heading out. I was happy to see Emma back in her regular clothes as she stood beside Mike talking. I walked up to them trying to put on a brave face.
"Madison, are you ok?" Mike asked with a slightly worried look on his face.
"Ya, I just... am not used to that..." I said, telling him the truth. I wasn't used to my daughter touching my nipples. 
"OK, I'm glad you're OK. I was just telling Emma that she was amazing today... and you were too," Mike said with a smile. 
"Well... thank you," I replied looking at the floor a little. Did I like the compliment? Or did I hate it? I wasn't sure.
"Mom, Mike asked if we could come back for some more photos... he said he would put a portfolio together for me... that's OK right?" Emma asked, extremely excited.
I looked at her worried, "Oh... I don't know...".
"Pllleeeaassseeee! I even told him that Tina used to model and maybe she could come too?" Emma said looking at me with her big eyes.
"Oh... Tina... ummmm... well we'll have to see..." I wasn't sure how to respond.
"Pleassssseee mom!" Emma Tina begged again.
I gave in just like I always did, "Fine... I guess we can come back sometime... but I'm not sure about Tina, I'd have to ask."
"Yay!" Emma said, giving me a hug. 
The hug felt good, but knowing she would be back here taking pictures again for Mike who was obviously sending everything to the blackmailer made me feel ill. Maybe I should just tell Emma the truth about the photoshoot? But she seemed so happy.
"OK great, well Emma I'll give you a call and we can work out a time," Mike said.
We said bye to Mike and headed home. The car ride was full of Emma talking about the shoot and how excited she was. She also said she loved taking pictures with me and couldn't wait to do it again. The whole time I felt terrible and excited at the same time. My mind wandered back to when her hands touched my nipples and how good it felt, and each time I would force that thought back deep into my brain as I brought proper thoughts to the front.
Once home I went upstairs and decided I needed a shower to get all of the filthy thoughts I'd had out of my mind. As I took my clothes off I realized how much I actually liked them and hated that the blackmailer seemed to know me so well. I loved the way the skirt made me feel, short and sexy, a little slutty. I also loved the way the thigh high socks looked on me and I made a note to maybe wear them again sometime. I piled the clothes up and headed for the shower. My soapy hands roaming my body until they found my pussy. For the next few minutes I rubbed my clit until I had a soft orgasm that seemed to melt away a lot of my stress. I needed it badly. I dried off and dressed in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt before checking my phone.
Message: I JUST SAW THE PICTURES
Message: WELL DONE SLUT
Message: I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU THERE AGAIN
And that was it. Just a 'well done'. I didn't know how it made me feel. I was feeling more and more numb to everything.
I headed downstairs to find Sam and Emma both on couches watching TV. I sat down with them and relaxed. Emma was laying there with a sports bra and short loose pajama shorts. At first I didn't realize it but she had her legs spread wide and they were right in the view of the camera. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she forget about the camera? I wasn't sure, but also too exhausted to think too much about it right then and there. The last couple of days had taken it out of me, had used up all of my energy and will power, and as the show played in front of my eyes, I fell asleep.

[hirarandi]

I woke up the next morning to my shoulder being rocked gently. My eyes slowly opened to see Emma standing over me. "Mom..." she said in a whisper, "... are you getting up?"
I was confused, I didn't know what was happening. Groggily I sat up and realized I was still on the couch. Apparently I had slept there all night. My hair was a mess, I think I felt some dried drool on my cheek. Clearly I was extremely tired.
"Oh... uhhhh... ya... what time is it?" I asked Emma, rubbing my eyes.
"It's 8:30... we need to go, like... now," she said, still standing over me.
There was no way I was going to be ready in just a few minutes, I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. "Hey... honey... do you and Sam mind walking today? I think I might stay home, I'm not feeling up to it right now..." It was the truth. I wasn't feeling up to it. I needed some time to center myself, have a shower, get dressed, and maybe a day off was what I really needed anyway.
"Ya, no problem mom... just let me know if you need anything..." Emma said as she walked away. I grabbed my phone and texted Tina letting her know I wouldn't be in, and asking her to tell Principal Wallace as well. I laid back down on the couch again, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over myself, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep again.
A couple of hours later I finally woke up naturally. I felt a little better, a little more rested. The house was quiet and it was nice to just lounge for a bit. I grabbed the TV remote and put on some home reno show, the perfect thing to watch and turn your brain off. Soon after I got myself a cup of coffee and made some eggs, I put the blanket around me and made a nice plan to just stay in for the day and relax. No college, no students, no Tina, Jess or Emma, and hopefully no blackmailer. I tried to resist looking at my phone for as long as possible. It was a sad situation when my desire to look at my phone was so powerful that I couldn't hold out very long. The pull of social media was strong.
I grabbed my phone off my desk and was immediately scared when I saw multiple text messages waiting for me. I opened the first one.
Message (Tina): Hey, sorry you're not feeling well today. Hope you feel better soon. Let me know if you need anything.
I smiled a bit. It was nice having a friend like her. My mind flashed back to Saturday night at the club, I felt my pussy twitch. I shook my head and went back to the messages.
Message (Emma): Mom, are you doing OK? Let me know if you need anything
Message (Emma): Can you pick me up after college?
The first message warmed my heart, the second made me realize I was still her mom.
Message (Me): Ya, sure honey, I'll pick you up after college, no problem.
I scrolled down to the next message, my heart skipped a beat, I wasn't sure if it was a good skip or bad skip. The message was from the blackmailer.
Message: WHERE ARE YOU?
Message: YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST HIDE AT HOME?
Message: I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE AWAKE
I looked up at the camera with a blank stare. To be honest I forgot all about it for awhile.
Message: NOW YOU ARE GOING TO BE PUNISHED
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO THE GYM
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR YOUR VIBRATOR
Message: AND YOUR BUTT PLUG
Message: AND PACKAGE 3
Message: NO PANTIES
Message: WEAR A WHITE SPORTS BRA
Message: THAT'S IT!
Message: YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING LOVE IT YOU SLUT!
Message: HAVE FUN
The blackmailer almost seemed angry, or obsessive, it wasn't like before, they had always been in control. Did something happen? Was something going on? Were they losing control? The thought ran through my head before I saw another message pop up.
Message: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
"Fuck you," I said looking up at the camera but it didn't have much force to it. It was almost like a sick game between us now, and some part of me was having fun playing it.
Getting off the couch I piled the blanket up and brought my coffee mug to the kitchen, before heading up stairs. I needed a shower first, and quickly hopped in, letting the water wake me up, before getting out after only a few mins and drying myself. I headed back to my room and opened my phone again to check the messages so I didn't get anything wrong. Why was I thinking like this? Wanting to make sure I did everything right? Like I wanted to please the blackmailer? Something was wrong with me. I shouldn't be thinking like this, I should be trying to fight back, trying to NOT do what they want, but instead I was playing along like it was completely normal? Even while thinking about it I didn't stop myself. It was just a fleeting thought that passed almost immediately.
Out of the shower and dried off I went over to the packages that were still left and found the one labeled number 3 and ripped it open. Inside was a very small white package. It was hard to know what it was just by looking at it so I opened up the plastic wrapping and held the contents out in front of my towel covered body. It was a pair of white leggings. Something seemed off about them though, but I couldn't quite figure it out at that exact moment. I threw them on the bed and went in search of a sports bra, picking a white one that would somewhat match the leggings I had to wear.
I removed my towel and looked at myself in the mirror for a minute, my naked body staring back at me. It wasn't something I did very often, just look at myself, but I was surprised by how much I liked the way I looked in that moment. It was a very strange sensation. My hand reached down and touched my pussy while I watched, my legs spread slightly, "mmmmmm" I moaned out, my head rose and my eyes met each other and I shot back to reality, what was I doing?
I composed myself and grabbed the sports bra, pulling it over my head and putting it into place. It was tight, but that was the point. Next I grabbed the leggings on the bed and put one leg in and started to pull them up. It was at that moment that I realized what was different about them. They were extremely thin. As I put the second leg in and started to pull them up my body the sheerness was coming into full affect. While against my legs you could just see a glimmer of my white skin through them, if I put my hand under the material you could see it clearly. There was no hiding anything at all. I continued to pull them all the way up, tight against my body, the front seam ran right up against my pussy, I turned to look at myself in the mirror and for some ungodly reason smiled a little. The outline of my pussy lips were on display, there was no hiding it, there was no hiding anything. My mind started to run through the thought of walking into the gym and all of the other people there looking at me. Their eyes staring at my thin leggings, my pussy, my ass, I started to get very turned on at the thought, and suddenly I was worried how see-thru they would be if I got wet. Quickly I ran to the washroom, got a washcloth and shoved it down my leggings making sure that my pussy didn't get the leggings too wet.
I took a deep breath and checked my messages again. The vibrator and the butt plug. "Fuck!" I said to myself, I didn't have the butt plug anymore, it fell out at the club and I never got it back. I had to tell the blackmailer that I couldn't use the butt plug because I didn't have it. I was a little worried because they seemed a bit unhinged earlier and I didn't want them to lose it over this. Hopefully they had calmed down.
Me: I don't have the butt plug anymore
I waited a few moments before I got a reply
Message: I DON'T FUCKING CARE
Message: YOU BETTER WEAR A BUTT PLUG OR YOU'RE FUCKED
I replied quickly with a simple answer.
Me: OK
And that was it. Where was I going to find a butt plug? It's not like they are just laying around. I sat down on my bed for a minute, the washcloth still hanging out of my leggings, but probably not needed anymore. I took a deep breath and tried to think. Could I ask Tina? But she was at work already? I could go to a sex shop and pick one up. But then I'd have to go there dressed like this, which seemed somewhat exciting, but I hadn't been to one in so many years I didn't know if going dressed like this would be the best idea. Then it hit me. Like a great detective my mind seemed to pull up an image from a while ago, Emma coming home with the black bag. Did she buy a butt plug?
What kind of mother was I? Sitting here thinking about my daughter bringing home a bag from a sex store and then wondering if she bought a butt plug, and on top of that, thinking of taking it and using it on myself. The problem was even if I was a terrible mother it turned me on. The dirty thoughts just started to run through my mind and before I knew it I was standing up, washcloth dumped on the ground, and walking towards Emma's room.
It had been a while since I had spent much time in her room. She was older now and her mom being in her room wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. Nothing had changed too much, the same light pink walls, the same white wood bed, the same desk looking out the window. What had changed though was the clothes piled up all over the place, clearly since I stopped doing the cleaning she hadn't picked it up. But I wasn't in there to judge, I was in there on a mission. I checked under her bed, in her closet, under her clothes, but of course her stash of sex toys was in the most obvious location, her bed side table drawer. I pulled it open and my pussy immediately started to moisten. I was worried about the leggings getting wet, but not enough to stop me.
In her drawer was a bright pink vibrator which was obviously what I heard the other night, a larger pink rubber dildo with a suction cup, and to my relief a small metal butt plug. It was a lot smaller than the one I used before, but it was a plug and that's what I needed. My eyes seemed to stare at the toys for a few minutes, thinking about Emma using them, thinking about her laying on her bed sliding them into her holes, but I stopped myself. It was wrong, I couldn't think about her like that. Not now, not ever.
Shaking my head back to reality I grabbed the small metal butt plug and brought it to my mouth. Luckily it was clean, but part of me wished it wasn't. I used some saliva to get it nice and wet before pulling down my leggings and pushing it into my surprisingly receptive hole. The cold metal felt amazing as it pushed its way in and settled in my ass. My leggings moved back up my body. I took a deep breath and walked back to my room, finding my pink vibrator, pushing my leggings down in the front and easily sliding it into my pussy. I was wet already.
I turned to look at myself in the mirror, my eyes running over my body. My chest was well covered as the sports bra was doing its job, not see thru at all, but my leggings were another story. I had pushed the vibrator deep into my hole so the pink antenna wasn't very visible, but the leggings still showed a slight skin tone hue through the material. It clinged to my body like paint, creeping up into my pussy lips. I spun around and saw the material doing the same thing to my ass. "Holy shit," I said to myself. I looked like a slut... and I loved it.
Sitting on my bed I slid on a pair of ankle socks, and then grabbed my workout shoes. I threw on a black zippered hoodie over me to offer some level of cover. It went down just below my ass. One more look in the mirror and I was ready to go.
Skipping down the stairs and I walked out to the car and sat in the seat. My phone buzzed and I took at a look at the message.
Message: I JUST SAW YOU ON THE CAMERA
Message: WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A HOODIE?
Message: TAKE IT OFF NOW!
"Oh fuck" I said out loud, I completely forgot they could see me so easily. The camera downstairs didn't allow any sneaking out. I unzipped the hoodie, took it off and put it in the passenger seat. I texted back.
Message: OK I took it off
I waited for a reply, and one finally showed up.
Message: GOOD NOW HAVE FUN AT THE GYM SLUT
My pussy twitched when I read the word "slut" on my phone, and almost simultaneously the vibrator deep in my pussy began to buzz. "Mmmmm" I let out a low moan. I wanted to reach down and start to rub my pussy so badly but I couldn't, not now, not out in public like this, not when I knew I had to go to the gym.
I started the car and began to drive to the gym. Each bump only worked to amplify the feeling of the vibrator in my pussy and moved the butt plug around in my ass. It all felt amazing. As I pulled up into the parking lot I started to get nervous. I started to think of all the people that would be staring at me while I walked in. Their eyes looking at my barely covered body. My leggings leaving almost nothing to the imagination, my sports bra showing off my less than toned midriff. It made me nervous, but the buzzing in my cunt also made me excited. I was becoming more and more turned on by my situations and it was becoming a problem.
Before I got out of the car I checked my phone one last time and unfortunately there was another message.
Message: TAKE YOUR HOODIE AND THROW IT IN THE TRASH
My eyes went wide because the request, or demand, was so out there, so different then anything before it. Throw my hoodie out? I didn't want to do it. I liked the hoodie, and in this instance it offered me some protection. But did I want to risk it? What if the blackmailer somehow knew that I didn't throw it out? My stomach did a somersault thinking about it. Another deep breath and I grabbed my hoodie from the passenger seat, got out of the car, and tossed it into the trash can outside the gym door. I was now standing there in my see thru leggings and white sports bra. Exposed. Vulnerable. Turned on.
As I walked through the gym I could feel the eyes on me. The guys focused on my ass as I walked by, the girls who were dressed in similar outfits, but not nearly as see-thru, opening their mouths in shock, I tried to stay focused. My eyes looking at the treadmills at the back of the gym, trying not to look at anyone else. "Just get on the treadmill and don't focus on anyone," I told myself in my head as I picked up my pace.
I started walking in place as I watched an old episode of Grey's Anatomy on the TV. My mind trying to drown out the obvious gawking going on around me. I could feel some beads of sweat build up on my back and slide down to my leggings. The wetter they got the more see-thru they would be without a doubt. I could feel my pussy doing the same, getting wetter, the material felt like it was getting thinner, I looked at the time, 10 minutes. "Fuck".
I powered through for the next 20 minutes. I needed to draw out the time as I couldn't just go home, the blackmailer already seemed more angry than usual, I didn't want to give them a reason to make things even worse for me. My mind wandered as I started to focus unconsciously on the feeling of the plug and vibrator. Part of me wanted the vibrator to get stronger, to bring me to orgasm, but I was also happy it wasn't. I was embarrassed enough, I didn't need anymore.
Finally I hit the 30 minute mark, my feet stepped off the belt and I turned it off, waiting for it to stop moving before stepping back on and turning around. I didn't know what I was going to do next, but I needed to kill more time. As I spun around and stepped down from the treadmill I almost ran right into another girl there.
"Oh! Sorry!" I said instinctively, my head raising up to look at them.
"Madison! I can't believe it!" the other girl said. I looked up to see Beth standing in front of me. I hadn't seen her since almost the beginning of my life falling apart, and now wasn't the time I wanted to catch up. But what choice did I have?
"Wow... Beth... it's been awhile," I said, pretending to be excited while crossing my arms trying to cover myself up. Being exposed to strangers was one thing, this was something else.
"Well Madison... you sure have changed," Beth paused while looking at my outfit, "into less..." she finished laughing and touching my arm.
"Oh... ha... ya..." I smiled, it was kind of funny, but it caught my off guard, was Beth always this laid back?
"Hey, I was going to go and take a steam, do you want to join me? We could catch up!"
"Oh... ummm... well ya... I guess," I didn't really think it through, it was probably a bad idea, but it would waste some time.
Beth grabbed my hand and almost pulled me back to the change room. There were three other girls in there in different steps of changing, either from their workout clothes or into them. My problem was I had two sex toys in my holes and somehow I couldn't let anyone see anything. Beth walked off and grabbed us two huge towels to wear in the steam room. At least I would be somewhat covered, I thought in my head.
"So what have you been up to this whole time?" Beth asked as she lifted her t-shirt over her head and blonde ponytail revealing a bright pink sports bra. Beth was in similar shape to me. She was no Tina, but still looked good.
"Oh you know, just busy..." I trailed off, still trying to figure out how to get through this changing process.
Beth lifted her sports bra over her head next revealing a pair of perky tits. I wanted to touch them. Why did I want to do that?
"Well that's good, busy is good... how is Sam and Emma doing?"
"Oh, well, teenagers," I smiled a bit, not wanting to say too much about them, not wanting to let anything slip about how my life had completely changed. The good thing was I had a plan to get through this. I slipped my sports bra off my body releasing my tits, my nipples far harder than they should have been in a situation like this, but there was nothing I could do. "How's Matt?"
"Oh he's good, but works too much, I always tell him to take a break, but do you think he listens?" Beth continued while pushing down her black leggings revealing a black thong underneath.
"No, I guess he doesn't... but has he ever listened?" I said with a little chuckle. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my chest. The towel reached down just below my ass, covering my holes and more importantly my toys. I quickly pushed my shoes off my feet with the opposite foot, and pushed my leggings down not wanting to slow down the time here at all.
"No, never," Beth laughed, removing her thong before grabbing her towel showing off her perfectly shaved cunt. I wouldn't have thought Beth would have shaved, but here she was, completely smooth. I wished I could taste it. What?
I felt so exposed as we walked to the steam room. This towel wrapped just below my shoulders was all that was between Beth, strangers, and my stuffed holes. It was nerve wracking. The only problem was I was loving it for some reason. My cunt was almost dripping. I could feel every movement of the plug and vibrator inside me. It was driving me crazy, but I had to hold on.
We sat down beside each other, luckily the rest of the room was empty, it was kind of a strange time of day. Our conversation continued, filling each other in on how things were going. For a while I thought I was going to make it through, that I wasn't going to get more embarrassed then I was. I should have known better.
"Do you hear that?" Beth asked
I looked at her not sure what she was talking about, "uh... no?"
"It's like a... buzzing sound..." Beth said while looking around.
My face went red as I knew exactly what was making the noise. "Ummmm weird..." my mind sorted through multiple ways to get out of the situation.
"It sounds like it's coming from under our seat?" Beth started, "maybe it's some kind of steam machine or something?"
"Oh... ya... could be... oh... shit I have to go!" I said in a not so convincing way but hoped Beth wouldn't notice.
"Really? Already?" Beth asked, confused.

[hirarandi]

"Ya... I uh... have to do an errand and then pick up the kids from college, so you know... life..." my face was still burning with embarrassment of the buzzing in my pussy, but that causes it to get wetter as well.
"OK.. well... don't be such a stranger this time Madison," Beth said with a smile before standing up and giving me a hug.
"Ya... of course, I'll give you a call sometime!" I said back to her as I pushed open the door and walked back into the change area.
Luckily this gym had private shower stalls so I went into the nearest one, took off the towel and began to cool myself down. My hands roamed my body, gently touching my rock hard nipples, before touching my cunt. It felt like it was on fire from being on show and having the toy inside it. My fingers moved to the plug in my ass, feeling the cold metal end touching my skin. I slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, moaning as I did it.
My body felt like it had hundreds of little sensory overloads happening all the time. My fingers started to play with my clit as I focused on the vibrations happening inside me. It felt amazing, the water, the freedom, the touching. My mind thought through all of the stares I had gotten, being exposed to so many people, and how much deep down I loved it. I wanted to put on a stern outside that showed I hated being blackmailed, but it was breaking down, everyday I loved it more and more.
A gentle orgasm rippled through my body as the water continued to cascade over me. I didn't want to be too loud, I just wanted to feel relaxed again, and it did the trick. A few more minutes in the shower, letting the water run through my hair, allowed me to focus and get my head straight. I needed to dry myself off and wrap the towel around me, walk over to my clothes, if you could call them that, and get dressed without showing off to anyone.
I did just that, towel around my body, walked to my clothes, luckily no one was there. I lowered down my body a little exposing my tits but keeping my waist and everything lower covered. My sports bra stretched over my head and down my chest, my arms bending to push through the openings. As I reached up I could feel the towel loosening around me. I knew what was going to happen next but my hands were still struggling with the sports bra, pushing to free themselves and save the towel. They failed. The towel fell to the ground clumping by my feet. My naked body on display. My face burned with shame again, the little silver butt plug in my ass, the vibrator antenna just poking out from between my legs. I turned side to side, looking to see if anyone was there, if anyone could see. No one. "Thank god," I said quietly to myself.
My hands moved quickly, the sports bra moving into place, my feet slipping into the legs of the leggings. As I bent over to pull them up my body a stranger walked behind me. I turned to look out of instinct. Their eyes went wide, their face went red. The butt plug was on full display as I was bent there, vulnerable, I forze for a second, not sure what to do. Quickly I turned back around to look ahead, to avoid the stranger behind me. As fast I could I pulled the leggings up, put my shoes and socks on, grabbed my things and walked out of the change room, doing everything I could not to look at anyone, focused.
As I walked out of the gym towards the door and my car I could feel the eyes on me again, starting at my outfit, my legs, my ass, looking at me like I was a slut. I felt like one. Did I hate it?
I drove to the college to pick up Emma and Sam, I was a little early so I took my time, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself. "You'll never see that person again," I told myself as I relaxed. The more relaxed I got the more I felt the vibration still running in my pussy, and the more I felt that the more turned on I felt. I was horny again, it seemed like I was never not horny.
I parked further away from the college and waited, I texted Emma and Sam to let them know. I was supposed to be home sick, no need for that lie to be broken. 
"Hey mom," Sam said as he slipped into the back seat. 
"Hey honey, how was your day?" I replied trying to act completely normally.
"It was fine..." Sam said before burying his head back into his phone.
Emma opened the door and almost jumped into her seat before speaking, "What the fuck are you wearing mom?"
My face went red again. 
"Is it because of..." Emma trailed off while lowering her voice so Sam didn't pay attention.
"Yes," I said back while nodding my head.
Emma's hand moved over and landed on my knee as she gave me a smile. "Well... you look really good in it anyway..."
"Thanks," I smiled back. I didn't want to tell her that I felt pretty good in it too, or that I had two toys stuffed in my holes like a slut.
We got home and I headed up to my room. I hadn't heard from the blackmailer in awhile so I pulled the toys out of my holes for the first time all day and washed them off, letting them dry on the counter. I changed into some comfy clothes, washed my face and headed back downstairs.
Dinner, some TV, and an early bed time was on the schedule for the rest of the night. I kept checking my phone for some kind of demand, some kind of order, but nothing. Silence.
As I laid in bed scrolling instagram before falling asleep I shook my head thinking of the day I just had. How had I changed to a point where I was starting to like what was happening?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I turned to my head to look at the door, "come in...".
Emma opened the door and walked towards my bed. Her long t-shirt doing little to hide her body underneath. "Mom?"
"Ya honey?"
"Did you... ummmm... borrow something from my room today?"
For what seemed like the hundredth time that day my face went bright red. "Oh... ummm... Ya... I had to you... you know because of...". The shame hit me like a brick in the face.
"Oh, well... I mean that's fine... but... maybe return it when you can?" Emma was also turning red, admitting to her mom that she wanted her butt plug back.
"Ya... of course... sorry..." what else could I say?
Emma turned and started to walk out of my room, saying goodnight as she went.
I turned over and buried my head in my pillow. What was I going to do?

[hirarandi]

My eyes creeped open as the sun shone through my dbangs that apparently I didn't close tight enough. It was OK though because I needed to get up to get to college anyway. Even though I took Monday off, the events of the day didn't make it feel like a day off at all. I flipped over on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Everything was so fucked up. Sitting up I grabbed my phone and read the inevitable message that was waiting for me.
Message: SORRY FOR MY TONE YESTERDAY
My eyebrow raised. The asshole was sorry? Part of me wanted to write back, "it's OK," but I didn't. I couldn't. Was this part of their way to manipulate me? To make me feel bad for them? To forgive them?
Message: I LOST MY TEMPER
Message: BUT YOU HAD FUN ANYWAY DIDN'T YOU?
I waited a moment before replying. What would I say?
Message: Yes...
I was honest even though I hated that I was. I was struggling to understand what I was doing, feeling it was all wrong and right at the sametime.
Message: I KNEW IT
Message: DO YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?
I couldn't believe what I was reading. The blackmailer was actually asking me if I wanted to continue? Wanted to be blackmailed? Of course I didn't. Right? No. Of course not.
Message: No
I waited.
Message: TO BAD
Message: YOU LOVE IT
My heart sank. For a second I thought I might get out of this. That it might all be over, but who was I kidding? Why did I think that would happen? Based on everything that had happened, everything that I'd done, been told to do, was I really going to get out of it so easily?
Message: WEAR PACKAGE #2 NO BRA NO COVER
Message: THE BOTTOMS ARE UP TO YOU
Message: AND OPEN PACKAGE #7 AND TAKE IT WITH YOU
Message: CHECK YOUR MESSAGES TODAY SLUT
I dropped my head into my hands as I finished reading the messages. Another day of hell, or was it heaven now? I was so screwed up I didn't even know.
I got cleaned up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, before opening the packages. Package two had a white turtleneck inside. Not what I expected but based on the leggings from the day before I had a good idea of what it would be like to wear. I didn't even worry about it anymore. Package seven on the other hand was not a piece of clothing. I pulled out a long pink double ended dildo from the packaging and held it in my hand. It didn't phase me anymore. A sex toy in a package that was left for me would normally be something shocking. But not now, not with how my life was.
I pulled the white shirt over my head and down my body to where it ended, just above my navel, my stomach on display. I didn't realize how short it was before, but now I was worried this was too obvious for college. Surely people would notice, they would stare, they would talk, would I get in trouble? My tits weren't visible necessarily, but in the right light the material would be more see-thru for sure, there was no denying that. My nipples poked through like little stones in my shirt. I was turned on. There was no hiding it. Thoughts swirled in my head of people seeing my nipples, seeing me dressed in this shirt, and for some reason that made me even hornier. Fuck.
I put on a pair of conservative panties, trying to rebel ever so slightly, and a pair of tight black jeans, a low heeled boot, and I was ready to go. If I wasn't a teacher, mother and someone with responsibilities I would have thought I looked pretty good, but for my situation, I looked completely out of place.
Sam and Emma had left early, some kind of project at college they needed to help on. That worked for me because it gave me a little longer without anyone seeing me dressed like this. Breakfast, coffee, my bag with my laptop and now a double ended dildo and I was ready to go. As I stepped outside I noticed it was overcast, not the nicest day, but maybe the lack of sunlight would help keep my shirt a little less see-thru.
I strode confidently into the college, keeping my head up, trying to portrait an image of someone completely comfortable with what they were wearing, and not concerned at all. The opposite was actually how I felt though. Scared, worried, yet excited. Wow was I fucked.
My first class went by without many issues. Were there stares? Yes. Did I see girls chuckling to themselves as my nipples pressed against the material? Of course. Were the boys paying more attention then usual? There was no doubt. But if that was the worst that happened I couldn't complain. As the class continued and I moved around the material kept rubbing up against my exposed nipples, making them harder, more sensitive. The blackmailer was some kind of genius it seemed, everything they made me do turned me on even more. I kept playing along with the innocent teacher part, but I wanted nothing more than to sit at my desk, undo my pants and get off.
The bell rang and I planned to do just what I wanted to do. I walked over to my desk and sat down, waiting for all of my students to exit the room. As the last one left, I followed, closed and locked the door, back to my desk, sitting down and undoing the button on my jeans before lowering the zipper. As my hand began to slip into my panties a call came through to the classroom phone. "Fuck" I said to myself as I walked over and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said, a little annoyed.
"Hey Madison, it's Tina, I'm just calling to remind you about your meeting with Mr. Wallace in five minutes," she said in a professional tone.
"Oh shit!" I replied having completely forgotten about it. "OK... I'll be there in a minute."
"OK... and maybe we can get lunch together or something?" Tina asked.
"Sure... sounds good," I said before following it with "bye."
I let out a sigh knowing I wasn't going to get off now as I had planned, but that was quickly followed by a sense of worry. My meeting with Mr. Wallace. I had completely and utterly forgotten. What did he want to meet about? I was pretty sure I knew, I wasn't the same as I was a few weeks ago, I mean look at how I was dressing. Actually look at how I was dressed right then and there. My top, my nipples. "I'm so getting fired," I said to myself as I did up my jeans and left the room.
I said "Hi" to Tina as I walked past her desk and knocked on Mr. Wallace's door, "Hello?"
"Yes, come on in Madison," he said while raising his head from his desk, "take a seat."
I did as I was told and sat in front of his desk in a chair that had been there for a long time.
"So Mr. Wallace, you wanted to talk to me?" I asked tentatively.
"Uh... yes... Madison," it was clear where his eyes were focused. It was the same place that everyone's eyes had been focused, "I wanted to talk to you about your... ummmm... clothing choices."
My face went red. "Oh... is there a problem with what I'm wearing?" I tried to act surprised, I wasn't sure it worked.
"Well... no... I mean... we aren't trying, I'm not trying to limit you to only certain things... but some people, teachers mostly, have compl... no, commented on your change in outfits lately, so I wanted to talk to you about it," Mr Wallace stumbled.
It was obvious that the culture had changed. If I had dressed like this a few years ago I would have been sent home or fired for sure, but now there seemed to be a real fear of slut shaming and that worked out to my advantage more than Mr. Wallace could know.
"Oh... well... I'm sorry I have made some other teachers... uncomfortable," I was starting to feel more confident, "but I'm still young Mr. Wallace and I think I should be able to wear what I like. It's not like I'm walking around naked or anything!" I laughed.
Mr. Wallace smiled a little, his face turning red, "no... of course not... I just wanted to bring it to your attention that others have noticed a change. But of course, you are welcome to continue to express yourself Madison."
"That's great Mr. Wallace... and thanks for letting me know. But it really is great I'm allowed to show who I really am while at work. You do such a great job creating a welcoming work environment," I was laying it on thick now.
"Well thank you Madison, it's nice to hear. Ummmm, well thank you for coming in," Mr. Wallace smiled more now, he had softened, given up, I'd won. The blackmailer had won? Was there any doubt?
I got up from my chair, "Thanks Mr. Wallace," I said as I left the room. I could feel his eyes burying through my jeans as I walked away. My pussy twitched.
"Hey Tina," I said as I walked up to her desk. She was bent over doing some paperwork before she looked up at me. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing a top similar to mine. Was this part of the blackmailers plan? Was this a hint? Some kind of game? Her tits stood up more than mine, everything about her was like me, but just better. God she was beautiful.
"Hey Madison," she said, "do you want to go and get lunch now? It's a little early but I heard it's supposed to rain later."
"Sure, why not, I don't have class until after lunch anyway," I said with a smile and leaned against her desk.
"OK, awesome, just give me a minute to finish up!"
I walked around the college office as I waited for her. Looking at the announcements pinned to the wall, checking my mailbox, something I didn't do nearly often enough. Within a few minutes I felt a touch on my shoulder and found Tina ready to go.
Her top was very similar to mine, basically the same, long sleeve, sheer, white, but no turtleneck. But instead of jeans like me she was wearing a pair of navy kahki shorts. They weren't super short, nothing that would like out of place in most locations, but at a college they weren't the norm. Of course they looked amazing on her. She pushed the office door open in front of her as she led us out to the hallway. My eyes stayed focused on her ass. I couldn't look away.
"Madison?" I heard Tina say and my head snapped up from her ass. Tina's face was blushing. I had been caught. There was no denying it.
"Uh... ya..." I said trying to brush it off.
Tina smiled, "where do you want to go for lunch?"
"Oh... how about that taco place around the corner? We can just walk there," I replied.
"Awesome, I love that place!" Tina said excitedly.
It was obvious Tina was feeling a little better about her situation. Had the blackmailer gone easier on her? Had she just gotten used to it? Based on the top she was wearing it didn't seem like the blackmailing had stopped. Maybe she was like me? Maybe some part of her was starting to like it?
We walked out of the college and I looked up, the clouds were getting darker but Tina said it wasn't supposed to rain until later so we continued to the restaurant as planned. A few minutes into our walk I had to ask.
"Hey Tina..."
"Ya?" she said, turning to look at me.
"How is the... ummmm... blackmail situation?" I didn't know how else to word it.
Tina's head turned and looked at the ground before speaking. "Well, it's still going on, but I guess it's not as bad as it used to be, at least right now. I mean do you think I would normally wear this shirt?"
Her head rose and looked at me, and my shirt.
I blushed immediately, did she know? Did she assume I was being blackmailed too? Nothing she had said or done had made me think she did, but our shirts were extremely similar.
"Oh, ya, I know, our shirts are so similar... that's why I wasn't sure if you were still being blackmailed, or... what..." I'm not sure I was convincing.
"Ya, I mean, I was surprised to see your shirt... it's pretty... risky for college," Tina said looking honestly unsure of my clothing decision.
"Well, I just wanted to wear something different you know... actually that is why Mr. Wallace asked to meet with me, because of the way I was dressed, but he's actually OK with it, well, maybe not OK with it, but he isn't going to stop me."
"Really? I thought for sure you were going to get in shit," Tina laughed.
"Apparently not," I chuckled back.
It was a little of a weird moment, but lightened the mood. The rest of our walk and lunch was relaxing and didn't include any talk of our time at the club, or being blackmailed, it was like if we didn't mention it it didn't happen. It was nice to get out of that world for a while and just laugh.
With lunch done we needed to get back to college. My eyes looked at the clouds again, darker.
"We better hurry up, I think it's going to rain any second now," I said to Tina as I started to walk faster, my chest moving up and down as I did. I looked behind me as Tina caught up, her chest not moving nearly as much.
We continued to pick up the pace as we made our way back to the college, the dark clouds seeming to follow us as we did, stalking us. With the college in sight I felt the first drop, and then another, and another. Before we could make it to the doors the heavens opened up and it poured. I was soaked, Tina was soaked, but worse our shirts were soaked. I was sopping wet. My tits were now on display almost without any cover. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked over at Tina who was doing the same. We both mouthed the word "fuck" to each other before laughing. What were we supposed to do now?
We both walked into the college, our hair soaked and dripping water on the floor, our white shirts almost completely see-thru, but our arms covering our tits as best as we could. We quickly walked into the closest washroom to hide and dry off. I checked my phone, both to make sure it was still working, but also to see the time.
"Fuck, I have class in like 2 minutes," I said looking up at Tina, my arms moving from my chest exposing me.
"That's OK, you'll be a few minutes late, let's just get our shirts dry before anyone notices!" there was panic in Tina's voice. She pulled her shirt over her head revealing her naked tits, my eyes staring before the loud sound of hand dryer turned on stunning me.
I followed her lead, pulling my shirt over my head exposing myself even more. For the next few minutes Tina and I both ran our shirts under the dryer hoping they would dry. I checked my phone again and 3 minutes had gone by, my class had started. If I didn't get there soon someone would notify the office for sure.
"Shit, Tina, I have to go..." I was panicking a little. The situation was causing it more than anything else, at least until I put my shirt back on. It wasn't as wet as before, but it was still damp, and my tits now were pretty clearly visible. "Tina... does it look obvious?" I asked turning to look at her.
"Ummmm... it's not too bad, I mean... it rained, what are you supposed to do?" Tina said, trying to cheer me up.
I knew it was going to be bad, but what was I going to do?
"Well Tina... wish me luck," I said as I gave her a little smile and opened the bathroom door, walking out into the hall. Luckily since classes had started the hall was empty. I walked quickly to class, not because I wanted to get there sooner, but because I didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to myself.
I got to the door, I took a deep breath, and I turned the handle, walking in trying to look confident. I wasn't feeling that way. As soon as I walked inside I heard gasps from the students. Was my shirt more see-thru than I thought? I got to my desk and looked through my notes before turning around and starting the lesson. I did everything I could to ignore the stares, the glances and the almost constant murmurs about my shirt. What was I going to do about it?
I felt embarrassed. How had this all come to be? I made one mistake and now I was standing in front of my students in a wet white shirt. The thing was it wasn't even the blackmailers fault completely. It was just bad luck. My luck. How could they have known it was going to rain at that exact moment? They didn't. They couldn't have.
The only saving grace was that as the class continued my shirt started to dry out, and by the end of class I was back to where I was before, a slightly see-thru shirt, but nothing too crazy, at least not crazy to me now. As the last student left I took yet another deep breath and sat down at my desk. One class left for the day. My phone buzzed.
Message: HAVING FUN TODAY?
I rolled my eyes. What a fucker.
Message: PUT THE DILDO IN YOUR ASS AND PUSSY
Message: LEAVE IT THERE UNTIL YOU GET HOME
"Seriously?" I said out loud reading the last message. I checked the clock and I have a few minutes before my next class. I didn't even try to fight it, or get angry, it was just the thing I was going to do next.
My hands undid the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I stood up and pushed my jeans down. I reached into my bag pulling out the long and bendable toy. Luckily my pussy was wet like usual, I pulled my panties to the side and easily slid half of the toy into my cunt. Next I spit in my hand and used the saliva as lube for my ass, rubbing it on before pushing the other end into my ass. "Mmmmm" I let out. It felt amazing. I gently pulled the toy out of my two holes before pushing it back in, fucking myself slowly. I only had time for a couple of thrusts, but I loved them.
Panties back in place, jeans zipped and buttoned up. Sitting down on my chair was a little delicate as it pushed the toys deeper into my holes. Unconsciously I started to move around a little, feeling the dildo touch me in deeper areas.
The door to the class room opened and Jess walked through. I had completely forgotten she was in this class and I really wished she wasn't. I watched as her little body walked over to me, a sly grin on her face, her leggings and tank top showing off her perfect body.
"Hey Ms. Edwards," Jess said as she walked up to me.
My nipples immediately got harder as she got closer, my pussy twitched, I wanted to kiss her and have her fuck me with this dildo in my holes, but I couldn't, not here, not now, not ever, at least that's what I told myself.
"Hi Jess..." I trailed off.
Her hands came up and grabbed my braless tits, squeezing them before pinching my nipples, I let out a moan.
"I love this shirt on you Ms. Edwards," Jess said as her hand came down and ran over my pussy, feeling the toys lodged in there, "oh wow... someone's being a dirty teacher today..."
Luckily the door flung open again and other students started to walk in.
"Yes Jess... that's correct..." I said trying to cover up what was happening. Jess smiled and walked to her desk. I let out a soft sigh, trying to get myself focused again.
Every step or movement I made during the class caused the dildo to move around in my ass and pussy. Each time it moved it turned me on more. I was dripping, I was horny beyond belief. I couldn't wait for the class to end. The clock seemed to be moving slower than usual, each second dragging on for minutes. I sat down and tried to focus on other things, tried not to move, but I couldn't help myself anymore.
"Class, I'll be right back..." I said as I walked out of the room, catching a glimpse of a smile on Jess before I left.
I walked quickly to the nearest bathroom, no one there, I opened the last stall, locked it, and pulled down my jeans and panties revealing the dildo. My hand grabbed it and started to pump it in and out of my holes as fast as I could. My other hand came down and started to play with my clit. My orgasm was building fast. My mind went through the situation, the blackmail, the toy, the location, everything was so insane and turned me on so much. I loved it, I couldn't deny it. I cummed hard and loud, yelling out as I shook from the storm. I hoped no one could hear me, but I also didn't care at that point. The toy was in my hand now, sloppy and wet from my juices. I brought it to my mouth and tasted it without thinking. This was who I was now.
I cleaned myself up, slipping the toy back into my holes as I was instructed, jeans back in place, and walked back to class. I took my time wanting to let the flushness from my cheeks to fade. My nipples were still like stones poking through my shirt, but that was normal now.

[hirarandi]

The rest of the class went normally, except for Jess, she knew what I had done and kept smiling at me to show me. I let it slide. Nothing could be done. She knew, I knew, it was what it was. The bell rang and everyone left. Jess stopped by to tease me before saying her mom was waiting for her. I sat at my desk for a few minutes to compose myself before getting up. I was exhausted. The toy inside me still teasing me as I moved, but less so then before, I had become used to it, I had become used to everything it seemed.
At home I took the toy out and cleaned it, putting it in my drawer with some of the other toys I had. Apparently Emma and I had the same idea of "safe" places. I took a shower to get the day off of me, between the rain and the dripping from my pussy I felt dirty, I needed to get cleaned up. 
Another night, another dinner, another movie. Things with Emma and Sam seemed to have leveled off, at least for now. It was nice. We seemed to be like a normal family again even though I knew it couldn't have been further from the truth. Emma asked me how the blackmail situation was going from time to time, but I kept telling her I had it under control. I don't know if she believed me, but she at least left it alone.
Before going to sleep that night I checked my messages.
Message: GOOD JOB TODAY
Message: YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT
Message: TOMORROW WEAR A SKIRT NO PANTIES
Message: OPEN PACKAGE 6 IN THE MORNING
Message: MORE INSTRUCTIONS TO COME
I closed my phone. I wasn't even interested in what package 6 was. There was nothing I could do about it. I fell asleep almost right away tired from another day of blackmail.

[smilingbuddha]

Please finish the story soon