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You'd done it to keep her safe. That's what you'd made sure to tell me, every single time. You were only getting down on your knees to choke down my cock and gargle the sweat off my balls to keep her safe. You were only lying on the floor with your legs folded behind your arms so I could pump my cum deep into your womb to keep her safe. You were only wearing that fat plug all day so I could slide into your asshole comfortably to keep her safe.
Of course there were a million reasons you couldn't let it get out. Your career, your family, your freinds, your future, your sanity. But she was always the one you invoked, the reason at the heart of it all. If you let your girlfriend find out what you'd done, all the other stuff was irrelevant.
Irony's always had a funny habit of inserting itself into my twisted games, but this time might have been the sweetest. I'd been talking to this girl for months, keeping her up to date on my various adventures in depravity. She claimed she was a lesbian, and I didn't really care if the pictures of a perfectly rounded ass she sent were really hers - she wrote the part well enough.
Everything clicked into place when she finally showed me her face. The same woman who was so enraptured by anonymised tales of the blackmail-based cruelty I inflicted on you was your fucking girlfriend. What a treat. I took my time with the reveal. Hinting that I knew her, letting her wonder if it part of the game or a dangerous intrusion of reality. Beginning to send her photos of my 'victim'...until she finally recognised you, her girlfriend.
She went on a trip without warning. At the same time , I stopped blackmailing you. I wondered sometimes, in that week, between fucking your girlfriend stupid, whether you'd pieced it together. Probably not - it was almost too crazy of a coincidence for me to believe. Still, I couldn't go without showing off my victory. The video hit your inbox hours before your girlfriend came back home.
The first message she'd ever sent me, "The thing I love about it is that giving in to blackmail only creates more blackmail."
I recognised the words that she gleefully purred into the camera immediately, between whimpers and mewls of another desperate orgasm, "Darling, didn't you realise that giv - ugh fuck- giving in to blackmail only c - create more blackmail - fuck I'm cumming -"
I pounded her through it, showing you just how much of a whore your girlfriend was. As I filled her cunt, I wondered whether the blackmail would still be as effective now that your primary reason to obey had fallen far deeper than you.
I knew the answer - the next time I took your girlfriend's cunt, you'd be on your knees behind me with your tongue slurping at my asshole
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You'd done it to keep her safe. That's what you'd made sure to tell me, every single time. You were only getting down on your knees to choke down my cock and gargle the sweat off my balls to keep her safe. You were only lying on the floor with your legs folded behind your arms so I could pump my cum deep into your womb to keep her safe. You were only wearing that fat plug all day so I could slide into your asshole comfortably to keep her safe.
Of course there were a million reasons you couldn't let it get out. Your career, your family, your freinds, your future, your sanity. But she was always the one you invoked, the reason at the heart of it all. If you let your girlfriend find out what you'd done, all the other stuff was irrelevant.
Irony's always had a funny habit of inserting itself into my twisted games, but this time might have been the sweetest. I'd been talking to this girl for months, keeping her up to date on my various adventures in depravity. She claimed she was a lesbian, and I didn't really care if the pictures of a perfectly rounded ass she sent were really hers - she wrote the part well enough.
Everything clicked into place when she finally showed me her face. The same woman who was so enraptured by anonymised tales of the blackmail-based cruelty I inflicted on you was your fucking girlfriend. What a treat. I took my time with the reveal. Hinting that I knew her, letting her wonder if it part of the game or a dangerous intrusion of reality. Beginning to send her photos of my 'victim'...until she finally recognised you, her girlfriend.
She went on a trip without warning. At the same time , I stopped blackmailing you. I wondered sometimes, in that week, between fucking your girlfriend stupid, whether you'd pieced it together. Probably not - it was almost too crazy of a coincidence for me to believe. Still, I couldn't go without showing off my victory. The video hit your inbox hours before your girlfriend came back home.
The first message she'd ever sent me, "The thing I love about it is that giving in to blackmail only creates more blackmail."
I recognised the words that she gleefully purred into the camera immediately, between whimpers and mewls of another desperate orgasm, "Darling, didn't you realise that giv - ugh fuck - giving in to blackmail only c - create more blackmail - fuck I'm cumming -"
I pounded her through it, showing you just how much of a whore your girlfriend was. As I filled her cunt, I wondered whether the blackmail would still be as effective now that your primary reason to obey had fallen far deeper than you.
I knew the answer - the next time I took your girlfriend's cunt, you'd be on your knees behind me with your tongue slurping at my asshole