Maggie’s Blackmail Begins Ch. 01 (Patreon)

A few months had passed since my trip to see my sister. I was expecting the whole world to change since that trip, but nothing really did. My parents had no idea what really happened, rumors weren’t running rampant about me getting fucked by dozens of men on the internet and my slutty nature, that was now, once again, secret. I didn’t know what I was expecting, dozens of messages from men wanting booty calls, a master that new all of my desires and pushed me past my limits, my urges satisfied with that one trip and having a normal boring sex life.

I did feel satisfied for a short time, reliving the experiences over and over again in my mind, masturbating at night, but it was slowly feeling like it wasn’t enough. Like the rush I got after seeing an amazing movie for the first time, it slowly went from amazement, to entertaining, to nostalgic, to yesterday’s news. I had an experience that few porn stars have had and you probably think I’m crazy, but it didn’t excite me anymore.

“I can’t sleep,” I texted Derek hoping he was still up.

“Is my slutty little sister-in-law horny again?”

“No, maybe I just felt lonely and needed someone to talk to.”

“Ha, I know you too well to know that’s true.”

He was right, if I was actually lonely, I could have just texted Carlos, Jake, Bill or Sadie (my only female friend). But they didn’t know about what happened in Georgia and I doubt any of them would understand.

“Ok fine, so maybe I am horny, can you blame me?”

“So why don’t you masturbate as all us normal people do?”

“It’s not enough anymore, it just feels, boring, like before the whole thing happened.”

Derek and I had been talking a bit a month after I got back home, it started out pretty awkward, but eventually, I told him everything. I needed someone to talk about it to so I wouldn’t go crazy and he seemed like the best choice I had. I told him everything, everything from the day I walked into John’s office to the moment I left, even the boring stuff I did with my sister.

“So how about we play a little game, what are you wearing?”

“Just a tank top and some shorts…”

“Any underwear?”

“I rarely wear underwear since that week, are you surprised?”

I was getting excited and nervous at the same time; I hadn’t felt this way since the first day I walked into that glory hole store and submitted to John. I was curious where Derek was going with this, but at the same time scared, since now I was back at home, around people who actually knew me.

Let me take a moment to fill you in on that, I live in a small Pleasantville like town where everyone knows each other, you go to the same school from kindergarten till you graduate high school and rumors spread fast. If someone saw me roaming around naked or doing something sexual, I would quickly gain a reputation that everyone in town would know, especially my parents. For some reason, the fear of that risk excited me and if you know me, that is a dangerous feeling when I want to do something.

“So, here’s the game, you are going to go streaking around the outside of your house, for every lap you do, you get a certain amount of time to masturbate to orgasm, but this is where the fun rules start.”

“You put a lot of thought into this, have you been thinking about me since I left?”

Derek just ignored my teasing and continued, “If you choose to keep your shirt or shorts on you get half the time for each lap and if you decide to masturbate inside rather than outside you lose half of that time, the only way you get the full time per lap is if you do it completely naked and outside or you have to do a lot of laps.”

It was 11PM and in this little town, most people were at home getting ready for bed, but they're still was a risk, which I guess was what I was looking for.

“Oh, and bring your phone and air pods, and use that cute nerdy fanny pack your sister got you to hold your phone and call me when you get outside.”

I pulled the stupid fanny pack that I “accidentally” left in my suitcase from the trip, finally taking the tag off. I put my phone in it and before putting it on tried to figure out how I was going to play this game. I decided to pay it safe and just go bottomless and put the fanny pack on, positioning it over my hip. Air pods were in my ears, charged and I was shaking from the excitement and fear of what I was about to do.

I opened up the window to my room and went out that way, I didn’t want to wake up my parents or find out the front door had been locked and I was stuck outside half-naked. My room is on the first floor and is on the front right side of the house facing it, it’s right next to the sidewalk and road so climbing out showing my ass in full view was both exciting and nerve-wracking, but thankfully there were some bushes to cover me from the waist down once I got out of the house, amen for being a part of the short squad.

“Hey there little Magpie,” it was my neighbor, Jim, “what brings you outside this late at night?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin, how long had he been there, how much had he seen?!?! Jim is about the same age as my father, maybe a little older and has known me since I was a baby. I moved the fanny pack forward in front of me hoping he didn’t notice the state I was in or see me climbing out of my window.

“Oh, just needed some fresh air, and decided to come outside,” I took a step closer to the bushes hoping it would better hide my nudity, “how about you Mr. Robin?”

“Oh, just going for a walk, and you know you can call me Jim, Magpie.”

Magpie was his little nickname for me and I always hated it, it felt like he was mocking me. My phone started to vibrate in my fanny pack and made me jump. Here I was 4 feet away from my neighbor half-naked with a bush between us, even the slightest noise was making me jumpy.

“Derek calling, answer or refuse,” the air pods in my ear alerting me to who was calling.

I discretely double-tapped on my right air pod to answer hoping it just looked like I was fixing my hair out of my face.

“Where have you been, you were supposed to call me when you got outside,” Derek seemed a little annoyed from his tone of voice.

“So, um, what have you been up to Mr. Robin, I mean Jim?” trying to signal Derek that I was not alone.

Mr. Robin started to talk about how boring life was after retirement, he was a real talker, like the uncle that never shut up about the good ole days and how the world has changed and kids don’t know how good they had it. Thankfully the type of stuff I could ignore without him noticing, while Derek acted as the devil in my ear.

“You haven’t even been out for 5 minutes and already caught, I sadly hope you didn’t go out fully naked.”

“No way,” I tried to make it sound like I was interested in Mr. Robin’s conversation but instead was discretely answering Derek.

“Well, topless would have gotten you caught obviously, so you must have gone without the shorts, lol.”

“Mhmm, that’s so interesting,” I said with a smile and a giggle hoping he didn’t think too much about my comment.

“Now do exactly what I say and I’ll get rid of Jim there,” Derek said rather confidently, “I want you to slowly reach down and start running a finger up and down your wet slit.”

He couldn’t possibly be serious, I was right in front of someone and he wanted me to play with myself, I made a coughing sound and tried to hide a no into it without Mr. Robin hearing.

“Are you ok Maggie? I heard there was a bug going around, maybe you should get back inside.” Mr. Robin looked slightly concerned for me.

“No, no the fresh air will do me good, and it’s such a beautiful night outside,” knowing there was no moving from this spot without exposing myself.

“Either you do it or I text him what you are really doing outside, and yes I got his number the time we came down for your graduation, or do you want him to see you half-naked.” Derek was truly the devil in my ear, and one with power.

I brought my right hand slowly to my pussy, my fingers gently brushing the outside of my lips. I couldn’t believe I was doing this right in front of someone, someone who had known me my whole life, even if it was hidden by the bushes. I slightly gasped but managed to contain it, however, the fear and excitement were making my heart go into overdrive.

“Are you doing it slut?” Derek starting to sound a lot like he did when he first found out about me.

“Mhmm,” I said as quietly as I could with him being able to hear.

“What was that?” Both Derek and Mr. Robin said at the exact same time.

“Yes,” I managed to answer.

Mr. Robin looked very confused but Derek, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing in my ear. Thankfully that didn’t stop both of them from continuing to talk my ear off as I began running a finger up and down my sensitive wet pussy.

“Now slowly run your finger through your slit with your finger just barely penetrating those deliciously perfect lips and find that sensitive clit,” Derek now definitely getting his mind back to those days and I obediently doing what he told me to do.

“Mmph,” a little high pitch squeak seemed to have escaped when I finally found the tip of my clitty, to my surprise it had become extremely sensitive.

“Are you okay?” Mr. Robin now seeming more concerned about me.

“Yeah, a mosquito bit me, the bugs lately around here are pretty aggressive,” I replied trying to play it off.

“Now tease that little clit like I do when I eat your pussy, running circles around it with the tip of my tongue, do you remember that, princess?” Derek was breathing hard in my ear, I bet he was touching himself while talking to me.

I was running slow circles around my clit with the tip of my finger remembering how Derek had eaten my pussy that first time. I was getting wetter by the second and my breathing was getting harder and harder to control. I was starting to feel hot; my cheeks flushed and didn’t even know what Mr. Robin was saying anymore let alone in my mind knowing he was there. In my thoughts it was only Derek and me, standing outside on my front lawn as he made me touch myself.

“Now taste yourself, take that finger that was playing with your pussy and put it in your mouth.”

I tried to hide my shock, but I knew there was no arguing. I tried to pretend I was yawning, using both hands to cover my mouth, slipping my finger in as I did. I couldn’t believe I was tasting myself in front of someone who had held me at my baptism, it was embarrassing and humiliating and yet was turning me on to my dismay.

“Now push a finger inside,” my hand quickly returned back down, I could hear Derek moaning on the phone as he was enjoying our conversation, “now a second finger,” I can’t believe I was doing this in front of Mr. Robin, “and rub your clit with your thumb.”

It was like I was hypnotized, I no longer could argue his commands, doing everything Derek asked me to without a second thought, fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit, I was getting close, so very close and I was worried I couldn’t hide it if I did. I knew I needed to hide it though, because if he figured it out, he would tell my parents and they would kick me out and disown me. I would lose everything for sure.

“I bet he is staring at your hard nipples right now through that thin shirt and could smell that pussy a mile away,” Derek was whispering the dirtiest things into my ears only driving me crazier with arousal.

I could feel myself falling into a dark hole of pleasure, when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped, “are you ok Maggie, you seem a little flushed and you don’t look so well,” Mr. Robin looked at me concerned again, bringing me back slightly to reality.

He put his other hand on my forehead to feel my temperature, all the while my fingers still inside me working away, “you feel a little warm Magpie, maybe you are coming down with something.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Derek commanded in my ear.

He was so close to me, I swear if he looked down, he would see what I was doing, I prayed he wouldn’t and that he couldn’t hear how wet I was getting. The fear only making my body more sensitive and the orgasm harder to hold back. Mr. Robin pulled away for a second to check his phone and then put it back into his pocket.

“Well it’s getting late and you don’t look well Magpie, this old man better head in before the Mrs. thinks I have some hot girlfriend on the side, now give your Uncle Jim a hug goodbye for old times’ sake,” he moved forward opening his arms wide waiting for a hug.

I gave him a one-armed hug, fingers still inside me and my thumb still rubbing my clit. He squeezed me tightly and lingered in the hug, I was worried he could feel how hard my nipples were and that I wasn’t wearing a bra, even worse with him being taller, could possibly see my ass and know I wasn’t wearing any shorts?

“Wow, so cold there little Magpie, maybe I should just settle for a handshake at this rate,” Mr. Robin said putting out his hand.

I didn’t know what to do, Derek told me not to stop no matter what and I was about to orgasm. I guess he could hear what Mr. Robin said when I heard him say, “Go ahead slut, shake the man’s hand.”

I took my fingers out of my drenched pussy and as I was about to wipe my hand off on my shirt, he took it and gave it a firm handshake.

“You must be coming down with something, your hand is covered in sweat little girl, now get your butt inside and get some sleep before you catch pneumonia, have a goodnight Magpie,” he said finally walking away in the opposite direction of his house though.

“Is he gone,” it was finally just Derek and me again.

“Yes, he finally left,” thank god I thought to myself.

“You want to cum don’t you, princess?”

“Yes, I was so close, I thought I was going to cum when he hugged me, it took everything I had to stop myself.”

“Lol, since you were such a good little girl, Magpie was it? I’ll let you cum if you do exactly what I say.”

“Have I not been doing that this whole time already?”

“Don’t get sassy now, you are about to get what you want.”

“Yes, sir,” was the only response I could give.

“Now, close your eyes and keep them closed.”

“Yes, Derek.”

I did what I was told, feeling a little silly, but then slowly vulnerable as I couldn’t see what was going on around me, then Derek started playing music, making it hard to hear what was going on around me. Now, I was getting a little scared.

“Take off your shirt and toss it anywhere away from you.”

“But there could be people around, Mr. Robin might walk back, police could drive by…”

“Then you better hurry before any of that happens.”

“Please can I just leave the shirt on?”

“Come on Maggie, we both know deep down you want this, don’t make me threaten you and look like an asshole,” Derek said rather honestly and he was probably right, but at the same time, I was a little nervous about being caught now that I was back home where people knew me.

“Fine,” I said taking off my shirt, trying not to knock out the air pods and tossing it god knows where.”

“Good girl, now lean back on the wall, and don’t lean on the open window.”

I reached around blindly feeling for the house as stupid as that sounded, finally finding the wall and the window and leaned up against it, “ok, now what?”

“Start massaging those sexy little tits of yours.”

My hands went to my sensitive, exposed breasts rubbing them and tweaking my nipples, things I learned so well these last couple of months.

“Now start rubbing that horny pussy of yours with your left hand and keep giving those perfect breasts your attention with your right.”

My left hand went down and started rubbing my clit and working its way around my pussy, if it wasn’t for the music, I could probably hear the sloshing of how wet it was.

“Now suck on your fingers and clean them while you finger fuck yourself to orgasm.”

I immediately did what I was told, wanting to cum and ending this really quick, my fingers in my mouth sucking every bit of myself off of them and fucking my pussy with two fingers trying desperately to get myself off.

“Are you going to cum Maggie?”

“Yes, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” With the music so loud I couldn’t tell how loud my voice was being.

“I want you to say over and over again what you are as you orgasm.”

“I’m a slut,” both hands went down to my pussy, one rubbing my clit while the other fingered me, “I’m a slut,” I could feel myself about to go over the edge, “I’m a slut,” feeling like I said that too loudly as the orgasm came crashing down on me.

My legs finally giving out and causing me to lower myself to the grass, catching my breath, my heart beating a thousand miles per hour and my eyes still closed.

“You can open your eyes now, and go get your shirt, text me when you get back in,” Derek said sounding out of breath as well.

I looked around praying no one was watching me, I was all by myself now, outside, naked and weak from an intense orgasm. When I was able to finally get back on my feet, I saw my shirt in the middle of the road. Then, I heard a car engine getting closer and immediately ducked behind the bushes. It was the local police making their rounds as they usually did and with my shitty luck the drift of the car pulled my shirt along with it down the road to the stop sign on the corner.

“Fucking great, I bet that’s ‘cool’ officer chad,” I hated that man with a passion, he would give my friends and me such a hard time thinking we were stoners when we never did any drugs at all and he gave off such a pervy vibe.

“What’s the hold-up?” Derek texted me, “does the little girl need some punishment?”

He stayed there on the corner forever and I had to get that shirt back now before Derek did something. He was probably taking a nap, it was after midnight, no one was out of their houses, the lazy bastard must have been asleep. I quickly made my way across the street ducking into the bushes by the apartment building across from my house. I made my way through a breezeway under the apartments where their ac units were housed but ended up farther than where I was hoping.

Thankfully with the darkness, even with all the openings in this lattice fence, he couldn’t see me, but I could see him and he was sleeping on the job. I quickly made my way behind his car to get my shirt when suddenly the engine turned on. I had nowhere to go, no way of hiding, I immediately dropped to the ground on my back and didn’t move as his sirens turned on and he hauled ass out of there. I prayed he didn’t look back or else he would have seen me naked on the ground with my legs spread. I didn’t dare move until I couldn’t hear the siren anymore.

I got up and put on the shirt, disgustingly wet with gross liquid from the ground and ran back to my house and through the open window.

“I got the shirt, I’m back,” I texted Derek.

“What took you so long, were you playing with yourself again or sucking off some random boy?”

“No, a cop car was parked in front of it, I had to sneak up behind it and not get caught, it took forever and it was covered in some disgusting shit when I put it back on and ran back home.”

“You put it back on?”

Crap, was I not supposed to do that?

“I didn’t tell you to put it back on, I told you just to get it, now throw it back into the road, walk out there and come back here and do it right!” The texting continued that I record everything from my window and text it to him.

I did as I was told, positioning my phone to record the whole thing. I took the shirt off and threw it as hard as I could back into the road from my window, without hesitation, I walked up to the shirt, picked it up and walked back. Once I got back in, I sent the recording to Derek.

“Not satisfying,” was his only response, and he told me to do it again.

He was being a jerk and he knew it, every time he wasn’t satisfied, he would make me do it again with some stupid task, like, jumping jacks in the middle of the road, pushups, running in place, burpees, toe touches facing away from the camera and finally he just made me go out there and masturbate. Thankfully, it was so late at night that no one was around and whatever was going on with the police, they weren’t coming back to this area anytime soon.

I just did what I was told to do, and fingered my pussy again in the middle of the street trying to cum as fast as I could, but it was hard. Every sound of grass moving, snap of a twig, a brush of the bushes caused me to flinch out of fear taking me forever to finally orgasm. I didn’t even want to think if someone may have been watching from their window, but something in me made me look around.

I saw one lit window in the apartment building on the second floor overlooking where I was and a man sitting at his desk on the computer, “don’t look, please don’t look, don’t look at me,” I kept repeating over and over again like a prayer my eyes fixed on him.

But deep down, the fear was the thing really turning me on and my prayers to not be seen changed, “look at me, look at the slut who lives across the street, the innocent little girl, naked and fingering herself in the middle of the road.”

I imagined him turning just to the right and seeing me clearly, eyes about to pop out of his head at the sight before him, watching me as I came and then it finally happened, I shoved the shirt into my mouth without thinking and came hard, muffling my scream the best I could. When I finally looked back up, I saw his head turn and the light turns off at the same time and I ran and leaped over the bushes, not completely clearing them and falling face-first into the grass, not my most graceful moment.

I crawled back to cover behind the bushes looking through them and saw the light turned back on and him looking through an open window searching for something, probably searching for me. Eventually, he gave up his search, closed the window and turned the light off once again. Just to be safe, I just laid there in the grass and waited a bit longer until I finally crawled back into my room and sent Derek the video.

“Lol that’ll do, I’ll call you later to find out what the hell happened, ballerina you are not.”

“Goodnight lil sis.”

“Goodnight big bro.”