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Student Life - Part 4
(Dianne Herbert)

How the hell are you supposed to successfully beg to suck someone's cock when you have no idea of the words the person wants to hear, as you hardly know them. And at the same time, you can barely put two thoughts together in a string as you desperately, so desperately, need sexual release yourself? What did get through to me from what he said was that I couldn't cum until he did.



In a way, this was nonsense. In any normal relationship, I'd have told him to go to hell, walked out, and then frigged myself silly back in my room. I didn't need his damn permission to do that. Except this wasn't normal at all. My blackmailer had told me to use whatever methods were necessary for me to get to perform a blowjob on this man, and I couldn't leave until I did.



That put me firmly into his hands, and the power in this relationship (such as it was) was all with him. If he denied me permission to blow him then my life was as good as over. If this was an assignment, then I'd have spent time thinking it through, working out all the permutations. I could barely think of my name now though, let alone the consequences of what I was going to say.



I had no idea how long it had been since I'd entered the room, since he had started touching my body, but it had to be in the region of two hours plus. Didn't it? It was impossible to tell objective rather than subjective time, but for the whole of it he'd kept me on the edge of an orgasm. I hated that I was crying out for it, that my critical thinking had gone to mush.



In all my adventures, I'd never tried this. The point of getting close to an orgasm was to then go on and have one, I'd thought. I'd got myself off as quickly as possible - often because I couldn't afford to hang around in a risky situation. But even when just in the shower, I wanted to cum, and so I did. This denial thing was absolutely new to me, and it was killing me inside.



He'd, gently enough, put me to my knees in front of him, nicely lined up with the mirror so that he got the side view of me - all ready for my taking him in my mouth I thought - as well as the regular top-down one. I could still see the laptop on the desk, so I knew that the computer voiced git on the other end would be able to see everything.



"Please, sir, Connor," and why did I keep calling him sir! "I want your powerful cum inside me. Today I want to taste it, taste you, as you pour yourself into my mouth. Use me, please, use my mouth as a fuck hole for your pleasure. Please, sir, grant me this gift. Cum in my mouth, on my face, my boo... my tits. Defile your flatmate as much as will give you pleasure, so you will always know that you have marked her as your own. Please, please let me do this."



Even knowing that I had to give this man I barely knew a blowjob, assuming he accepted my request, that would still be less demeaning than knowing what I'd just said, and being aware that it would almost certainly come back to haunt me. At least one of the men watching was bound to make maximum use of this.



I'd just asked for my mouth to be a fuck hole, for him to cum over my tits (a word I'd never used before to describe my body parts), and asked him to defile me so that he would mark me as his own. I wasn't even sure what that last bit meant, but it wasn't a good thing! To defile me? Any guy I went with should be treasuring me, not defiling my body!



All in all, it was a horrible thing to know this was now recorded against future needs. I could imagine it being sent out to everyone that I knew. How many would publicly disown me but privately get in touch to ask if I wanted to act the same way with them. How many of my friends, relatives, and miscellaneous others, would want to defile me as I'd just asked this man to do.



Let's face it, I was a good looking blonde with a cracking body, even if a bit skinny for some. I was aware that lots of guys I knew would like to spend time with me, to get physical. That was part of being a woman in the modern world - being looked at, compared to others, objectified. If these guys saw me acting in this manner, then I'd never have peace again. I'd never have a normal relationship again.



Whatever I did put me more and more into my blackmailer's hands, and I knew that this was a ludicrous situation. I was digging my own hole with no ladder to get me out. I was stuck until he decided to release me, just hoping that he had an endgame that didn't end up with him burning my life as he walked away laughing. I'd do whatever it took to prevent him from sending everything out, but I knew that this might not be enough.