Kate: Hot Asian Tutor Ch. 02

Chapter 2: Blackmail

I walked out of my bathroom after a long shower to remove the shock from my mind. The warm water was all I needed to calm me down. I was feeling quite refreshed now and not thinking too much about what happened. As I walked towards my closet, I caught a glimpse of myself on the stand up mirror. I stopped and gazed for awhile and admired myself. There looking back at me was a woman, a very youthful and vibrant looking woman. Her white towel was wrapped around her body just covering her breasts down to her thighs. Another towel was wrapped like a turban in her head. She looked quite angelic. I turned a little to the side and bent a knee up a bit, just enough to show my slender legs. I have always been quite attractive and people would often call me snow white because of my white skin and dark hair. I smiled at the image in the mirror. But a lonely feeling overcame my senses. Despite how I see myself, I have never had any real luck when it comes to love.

I sat down on the bed while still gazing at the mirror. "I've never really been with a man for more than a year now," I thought longingly. I gently closed my eyes as images of the teen standing in front of me flashed in my mind. I lifted my head up and gently caressed my throat. I could still feel his cock in my mouth. The way he smells still lingers even after the shower; he smelled so good. The warm taste of his salty, bitter cum still trails down my throat. Everything happened so quickly earlier that I haven't really had the chance to feel anything. It's only now that my thoughts have caught up with me.

I slowly remembered how his cock felt in my mouth as it gently moved in and out. Several times he had pushed his cock to the sides so that my cheek bulged. My tongue involuntarily moved to caress underneath his cock as he rammed it to my throat. The feeling is so intense that I slowly found myself rubbing my breasts through my towel. I can still see the lust he had on his face as he rammed his cock in my mouth. Yet he still seemed very gentle. My breathing was now becoming quite shallow as I remembered everything happening. My nipples hardened when it rubbed on the fabric. And my hand was slowly stroking my legs. I was already burning at this point.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself on the mirror again. I removed the towel on my head to let my hair down. The lust of the woman I saw in front of me was something I had never known I had. I watched her as she slid her hand inside her towel and slowly caressed her breasts. Gently, I massaged my left breast, feeling my fingers as they grabbed tighter.

I lied down on my back while I continued playing with my nipples, ever so slightly pinching it. I raised my knees and opened my legs. My pussy was becoming quite wet now. I undid my towel and slowly lowered my right hand down to my tummy, then to my pubic hair. I stroked the sides of my pussy feeling its warmth. My pubic hair had always been very light; I gently laid my palm on top to better feel my clit.

I was on fire now and I imagined the teen on top of me. My legs were wide open, inviting him to enter me. I inserted my finger and imagined how his cock would have felt. I fingered myself at a frantic pace. The juices were covering my finger and the friction inside me was building up. I can imagine his breath on my face while he pumped on top of me, his cock rubbing inside my pussy. "Oh god," I thought. "He feels so good inside of me."

I started to feel my orgasm building up so I quickened the pace of my fingers. Ah... I'm almost cumming now. It's really building up inside me.

My thoughts suddenly went blank as my juices flowed out of my pussy like there was no stopping it. When the last waves were over, thoughts of the teen flowed in my mind as I slowly drifted to sleep.

I was awakened by the aroma of coffee being brewed by my roommate. I was so knocked out last night that I wasn't able to put anything on before I slept. And it felt great. My energy was so high this morning as it was probably the most relaxing sleep I had in months. I felt so sexy. I looked out the window and saw that it was already quite bright outside. I stood up with a big smile on my face. I brushed my hair a little and put on a robe for breakfast.

"Good morning," my roommate greeted as she handed me a cup of coffee. "What happened to you last night? We were waiting for you to arrive."

"Sorry about that," I replied. "I wasn't really feeling well so I just went home after my tutoring."

"Now that you mentioned it, someone dropped by earlier and handed me your purse," she said. "Said you forgot it when you left."

She then pointed to the table and there it was. I felt relieved; I wasn't sure how I was going to get my purse back. At least now, I didn't have to worry about it.

"Who brought it here by the way?" I inquired.

"I think it was your student. I asked if he wanted to speak with you but he said that he didn't want to wake you up." She replied. "And oh, he said that he had placed your fee inside your purse and that he wanted to thank you for your help in his project last night."

I was relieved. At least now, I wouldn't have to go back to get it. I'll just call them and tell them that I won't be able to tutor their son anymore.

I called the teen's mom later that day, I decided not to tell her what happened and just told her that I might not be able to tutor anymore. I can hear from her voice that she was really disappointed and asked if I can still tutor her son when he has special projects or major exams. I didn't want to disappoint her further so I just agreed timidly at her request. Although at the back of my mind, I knew that I might never go to their place again.

Everything went smoothly for the next couple of weeks. By this time I was once again starting to feel my finances or lack thereof. I just stared blankly at my computer screen. "I should really find myself another part time job," I thought. I was brought back to my senses when my phone vibrated. It was the teen's mom calling.

"Hello," I just asked absentmindedly.

"Kate," came the immediate and stern reply, "I'd like you to come tonight and help my son with his project. Can you be here at around 7?" She asked, but it sounded a lot more like a command.

"Yes ma'am, I have some plans for tonight, but I'll see what I can do." I said. I was lying of course I know I needed the money but I wasn't just ready yet to see the teen again. And yet strangely, the thought of seeing the teen again sent a fuzzy feeling throughout my body. It was as if I wanted to see him again. "I'll call you back before lunch," I said.

"Ok, let me know by then Kate," she said in her usual formal voice then hung up.

I gently put the phone down beside me and stared at the screen again. I closed my eyes and thought of the teen. The image was still as clear as day. I wanted to pound him for what he did, but strangely, I also felt a longing for him, like I wanted more. I just sat there for half an hour, staring, thinking, confused, longing; all happening at the same time.

I was about to shut the computer down when a new email arrived. It was from the teen. I was surprised because I never gave him my email address but didn't give it much thought.

To: k_marquez_19@yahoo.com Subject: details of my project

"I guess he does need help for his project," I thought. I opened the email and was completely shocked by what I saw.

There on the screen were 3 pictures of me. The first was of me wearing a red dress, looking straight at the camera and smiling. In the next, I was facing sideways, holding the teen's cock, leaning forward, my mouth open and my tongue about to lick the head of his cock. And in the third, I had his cock completely swallowed and my breasts were completely exposed.

I wanted to turn the monitor off but I felt that I needed to scroll down to the bottom of the email. His message read:

"Hello Kate,

I hope you liked the pictures. They look like you were really enjoying yourself, weren't you? Here are the details of my project for tonight. Be at our house at exactly 5:30 this afternoon. Wear that tiny yellow skirt and that white spandex top you always wear at our sessions and nothing else. That means you won't be wearing any bra or panties tonight, understand? When the maid lets you in, just go straight up to my room and knock. Is that clear Kate?

Oh and by the way, in case you're thinking of not showing up tonight. I'll just send these pictures to your mom. I'm sure she'll love to see pictures of her little girl all grown up."

And there written on the screen was my mom's email address. I scrolled back up to the pictures. I still can't believe what I saw. I was like I was posing for the shots. Then it hit me. That's why the computer was switched on. And he was able to get my mom's address through my cellphone. In my anger, I picked up my phone and threw it across the room splitting open the casing.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

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I left my apartment at around 5:15 wearing skinny jeans, sneakers and a light jacket. I kept talking to myself as I walked defiantly to the teen's house.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" I thought furiously in my mind.

"I'll tell his mom what he did and put a stop to this," came an afterthought.

"Yeah, that's what I'll do, I'll show her what he made me do and threaten to sue them if the teen doesn't erase the pictures." I thought out growing confident.

I was feeling sure of myself and was walking very confidently now. That was until I walked up their driveway. I suddenly felt very little as I walked up their driveway to the house "What if she doesn't believe me?" "What if he still sends the pictures to my mom?" "What will I do then?"

I reached out for the doorbell completely unsure of what will happen next. It was only a few seconds when the maid opened the door but it felt like an eternity. I was able to fake my composure when I greeted the maid. She then explained that the mother and father was gone for the afternoon and will be returning later this evening. She also told me that the teen had asked her to tell me that I should just go to his room to start the project.

Each step going up was agonizing, but I knew I had to go and face the teen now. I just felt sure that he would send the pictures to my mom if I didn't go up. I had to stop him.

I gently tapped the door and waited for the teen. When he opened the door, I was a bit surprised to see him dressed so casually, a simple pair of boxers and a white shirt. Then almost immediately he pulled my in and locked the door. My small frame wasn't able to resist his strength as he pushed me towards the bed almost causing me to stumble.

"Why aren't you wearing what I told you to?" he glared.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes. "This is all my fault," I thought to myself. "I should never have made the deal to begin with." He turned around and sat in front of his computer. "So you thought I wasn't serious about sending your mother the pictures. Let's see about that," he said as he started typing.

Panic rushed through my entire body. I ran to him and kneeled on the floor. Looking down, my hands clasped on his lap, I pleaded, "I'm sorry, please. Please don't send the pictures."

"I'll do anything. Please..." I begged.

Tears were now running down my cheeks. I wiped my tears with my hand and firmly replaced my hands on his knees.

He lifted my chin so that I was now looking up at him. "Really... are you sure about that Kate?" he said with a devilish smile.

I nodded as more tears came out of my eyes. I was no longer thinking. All I know is that I have to stop him from sending the pictures.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?" he asked looking me directly in the eyes.

I was already starting to sob but I kept eye contact as I slid my hand up his leg. I inserted my hand through the leg opening of his boxers. I saw his body jolt as I reached his cock. I started massaging his balls and gently stroked his cock. I can feel his cock slowly growing and I can clearly see how excited the teen was.

He was looking at me intently as if looking through my soul. He brushed some hair from my face and gently stroked my cheek with his hand. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to feel his hands on my cheek. He was such a pig for making me do this but at the same time, I can feel his gentleness from his hands. "What is this teen thinking?" I thought as felt his hand caress my cheek. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

I pulled his cock out through the slit in front of his boxers and held it with my other hand. A small bead of precum has already formed at the tip. I pulled my head in closer to his cock. The smell of his cock was turning me on but I had to keep my composure. I formed an O shape in my mouth and let my tongue out to lick the precum. But the moment my to tongue touched his cock, he stood up and moved away from me.

He just left me hanging there and I didn't know what to do next. A part of me felt relieved that he stood up, but another part of me felt insulted and frustrated. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth again. "Isn't this what he wanted?" I thought. I sat there on the floor unable to move. I looked down on the floor completely confused. Tears were welling up my eyes. I closed my eyes as a teardrop fell to the floor.

After a few moments I felt him walking towards me again. He sat on his computer chair and slid towards me. I opened my eyes and saw his cock just inches from my mouth. The smell of his cock filled my nostrils and my hand almost involuntarily reached for his cock. I stream of excitement filled my body once again as I moved closer and drew his cock into my mouth. My tongue circled its enveloped head while I gently stroked the shaft. I felt his cock growing inside my mouth as the head came out of its skin.

"Do you like sucking my cock Kate?" he asked. I nodded a reply.

"I asked you, do you like sucking my cock Kate?"

I opened my mouth wide and answered yes while keeping his cock in my mouth. I felt inside of me that it wasn't just to please him. I really did like sucking his cock. I resumed sucking his cock with more gusto, my head bobbing up and down.

He brushed the hair that was starting to cover my face. I can hear him groaning before he said. "I can't hear you Kate. Say it louder. Do you like sucking my cock Kate?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Say that you like sucking my cock Kate," he said.

"I like sucking your cock," came my mumbled reply.

"Look at me when you're talking Kate," he ordered.

I pulled his cock from my mouth. "I like sucking your..." I said as I looked up to him then froze. "...cock."

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The last chapter for the story is almost done. I'll need some ideas for a new story and some help to get the male point of view. I really need the feedback to improve my writing. Love lots, Kate.