Page 5 of Calling Her Bluff

“Oh,Todd!Oh, God, I’m CUMMING! You’re in my ass, and I’m cumming… oh, FUCK TODD! Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS!”

Having those words come out of the spoiled, pampered mouth did it for Todd. He slammed his dick one last time into her convulsing ass and groaned her name as he spewed his load into her dark hole, completing the defloration of her most intimate crevice.

The pulsing rod in her ass caused Allison’s orgasm to soar even higher, and she thrashed, crying out his name over and over again as her body rippled and pulsed. By the time Todd had finished spilling his load into her ass, Allison’s nerves had reached overkill. She was sobbing and begging Todd to take the vibrator out of her pussy. Everything was so oversensitive, when he finally pulled it from her, her muscles went limp, and she fainted. The sensations had been too much.

When she came to, Todd had untied the ropes and was rubbing her wrists and ankles, putting soothing lotion on them. The red marks were already fading. Allison couldn’t help blushing. In fact, now that she was no longer tied up, an unaccustomed shyness seemed to have overtaken her. Mumbling something incomprehensible, she fled to the bathroom and wedged toilet paper into her crack to catch the cum slowly seeping from her anus. The girl in the mirror was flushed, satisfied—terrified at what she’d allowed herself to do, to enjoy.

“I have to go,” she muttered when she finally came out of the bathroom, fully clothed. Allison couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“All right,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. He walked her to the door and gave her a kiss on the top of her head since she wouldn’t raise her eyes to look at him. “Take care, Princess.”

She mumbled something and retreated to the safety of her car. Concentrating was difficult, but she managed. Fortunately, it was only about a twenty-five-minute drive without traffic from his apartment near campus to the gated neighborhood she lived in with her parents. Numbly, she walked inside, avoiding her family by heading straight for her bedroom.

The tissue in her backside was soaked with his cum, and her anus felt sore and used, which it had been. Allison got into bed naked.

She was still a virgin—sort of.

Fingers crept down to her pussy, stroking the soft folds as she thought about Todd’s dark eyes, his commanding presence, the feeling of being completely under his control, the way his cock had felt gliding in and out of her protesting anus. It didn’t take long for another small orgasm to rock her body.

Thoughts swirled around her head, but exhaustion overtook her, and she fell asleep, still wondering.

3

Allison stopped walking by the gym on her way to class. She had no idea how to face the man who had taken her anal virginity, who she’d confessed such dark desires to, who had awakened yearnings in her were far stronger than the ones she’d previously experienced, and who had videotaped the incredibly hot sex they’d had. She was distracted in class as she wracked her brain, trying to figure out how to approach him and get the video back. Then she would start thinking maybe there hadn’t really been a tape in there, maybe he’d just set it up to scare her and add to the situation. Or maybe he’d just wanted it for himself and wouldn’t show it to anybody.

She grimaced. That was a naive thought. He and his frat brothers shared everything. Rumor had it that sometimes it included girlfriends. Now, that was a nasty thought that had no right to get her all hot and bothered.

Part of her remained disappointed. Despite everything, she’d been ready to lose her virginity to Todd, yet here she was technically still a virgin. She couldn’t think about anything but him. Days passed in a daze. She tiptoed around her house, feeling sure her parents would see her degradation and perversion. When her best friend Chrissy, who had gone to college across the country, had called to check-in, Allison didn’t even mention Todd. Chrissy was the perfect socialite daughter. She’d never understand the darkness Todd had coaxed out of Allison, never understand how good it had felt to let it out.

She began to fantasize about him. Maybe she could offer to trade her virginity for the tape—if there was one. Even if there wasn’t, maybe he’d take the deal before revealing there wasn’t. But how could she even broach the subject with him? Get drunk again?

It was a miracle she got any homework done, considering where her head was.

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“OH, Todd!”

“Oh,Todd!Oh, God, I’m CUMMING! You’re in my ass, and I’m cumming… oh, FUCK TODD! Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS!”

Allison gasped as her voice came through the voicemail on her cell phone, loud and clear, the very words she had used just one week ago.

“Hello, Princess,” Todd’s voice purred into her ear. “I’m sure you recognize that. I’m sure a lot of other people would be shocked to hear you say such dirty things. I’ll bet Daddy would love to know what his little girl is up to…”

Holy crap, she should have never admitted her blackmail fantasy to Todd. She bit down on her knuckles. This was so wrong, even if she was already wet just thinking about all the things he might make her do in exchange for a sex tape she definitely didnotwant anyone to see.

“I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement where that won’t be necessary. Meet me in the school library, sports section at ten tonight. Oh, and you might want to check your email. I’d keep the volume turned to low.” He chuckled, and the message ended.

Allison rushed to the computer, her brown curls bouncing around her anxious face. She knew why Todd had chosen the sports section of the library that late at night. It was in the very back corner of the third floor, and there’d be no one there. Perfect for a private conversation—or a lot of other things, according to campus gossip.

Would he really send it to her father if she didn’t come? Adrenaline and lust rushed through her body in equal measures. Not knowing turned her on. There were actual stakes at risk. She had to get that video back. The lack of control over her situation was just as hot as she’d imagined but also incredibly scary.

The message in her email inbox showed her how desperately she needed to get the tape back from him—photo after photo of her naked body tied to his bed, a couple of him shaving her pussy, far too many of his dick sliding between her tits, the vibrator sliding into her pussy, and a couple of him fingering her ass, but none of the actual anal sex. She was obscurely disappointed until she got to the end of the email. There was a video clip.

From the moment he first began to enter her ass—the look on her face made her wince in sympathy of the memory of that first peculiar burning sensation—to where he released her from the gag to her obvious cascading climax. She’d turned off the sound on her computer, so at least she didn’t have to hear her screaming at him to fuck her ass again.

There was nothing she could do except meet him to get him to give her the tape and erase the pictures from his computer.

That was what she wanted… wasn’t it?

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