Blackmail

It all started with one reckless mistake. I sent my college professor some very naughty pictures of myself. I thought it was just a stupid thrill. I never expected it would turn into full-blown blackmail.

Now Professor Reynolds owns me completely.

How My Blackmail Began

Two weeks ago he called me into his office after class. The door clicked shut behind me and he turned his laptop around. There I was — on my knees in my dorm room, sucking a dildo and moaning like a whore. He had screenshots. Videos. Everything.

“If you don’t want these sent to the Dean, your parents, and every student on campus,” he said calmly, “you’re going to become my personal fucktoy.”

I was terrified… and soaking wet.

That was the beginning of my new life as Professor Reynolds’ secret blackmail slut.

Now every Tuesday and Thursday after my last class, I report to his office. Sometimes he makes me strip the moment I walk in. Other times he makes me crawl across the floor in my tiny schoolgirl skirt with no panties underneath. He loves watching me degrade myself for him.

Last Thursday he sat in his big leather chair while I knelt between his legs. He made me call him “Professor” while I sucked his thick cock like my life depended on it. He grabbed my hair and fucked my throat until tears ran down my face, all while telling me what a pathetic little blackmail whore I am.

When he was ready, he bent me over his desk, flipped my skirt up, and slammed into my tight pussy without warning. He fucked me so hard the desk was shaking. I had to bite my arm to keep from screaming while he pounded me mercilessly, slapping my ass and calling me his dirty little student slut.

The most humiliating part is how much I love it. I’ve started getting wet the second I see his name pop up on my phone. I’ve started wearing shorter skirts to class just because I know he’s watching. I’ve become completely addicted to the rush of being blackmailed and used by my own professor.

Yesterday he made me wear a remote vibrator during his lecture. Every time I started to moan he turned it up higher. I came twice during class while trying to take notes. After everyone left, he made me lie on his desk with my legs spread while he fucked me raw and came deep inside me. Then he made me thank him for using me.

I know this blackmail could destroy my entire future. But every time he threatens to expose me, my pussy clenches and I get even more turned on. I’ve become his perfect little blackmail toy — always ready, always dripping, always desperate to please him so he doesn’t ruin my life.

Sometimes I wonder how far he’ll take it. Will he make me fuck other professors? Will he make me sneak into his house and fuck him while his wife is sleeping? Will he eventually bring friends to use me together?

Whatever he wants… I have no choice but to obey. Because Professor Reynolds owns every inch of me now.

And the sickest part? I don’t want him to stop.

Mila — Your willing, dripping blackmail victim.