Author's Notes: Continuing with shorter chapters. A lot more to come for Madison! Comments appreciated!
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At some point during the night I must have passed out because I woke up with everything just as I had left it. My lights were on, laptop still open, and I was laying on top of the blanket on my bed. My mind started to come back around and I began to remember the horror that came into my life last night. I rolled out of bed and moved my still waking body over to my desk to check my e-mail, just to make sure that it wasn't a nightmare. To my dismay it wasn't. The e-mails were still there.
Subject: AND DRESS SEXIER
The last e-mail that was sent over last night stared at me. Now not only was I being blackmailed, but I had to 'dress sexier' while going to school as a teacher. How the fuck was I going to accomplish that?
I moved myself away from my laptop and started getting ready for the day, washing my face, makeup, brushing my hair, the usual, and then it was finally time to start to pick out my clothes for the day. I knew it had to be sexier than yesterday, but I refused to do anything crazy, so first things first. I slid on a pair of boyshort panties followed by a pair of black pantyhose and a white bra. Now I had to figure out what to put over top. My hands rummaged through my drawer until I found a white dress. It had some detail around the bottom and neckline, and ended just below my knees. It was sleeveless and shorter so I decided that qualified as 'sexier'. I also grabbed a white cardigan that I threw on to cover my shoulders. The bottom line was, I was still a teacher.
I grabbed my laptop and papers and threw them in my bag and headed downstairs to make breakfast just like I do on a normal morning. This was anything but a normal morning but I had to keep things normal for Emma and Sam, I didn't want them to know anything was wrong.
The toast went into the toaster, the jam and butter came out of the fridge and I yelled up to Emma and Sam to let them know that breakfast was almost ready. Eventually they both came downstairs, Sam first wearing almost the same clothes as the day before but a black t-shirt this time, followed by Emma. Of course Emma chose today to dress even sexier than usual. She showed up in the kitchen wearing her usual long shirt, this time a long sleeved t-shirt but she must have been wearing some short shorts underneath as it looked like she wasn't wearing anything at all. As she finally sat down for breakfast I saw the black spandex shorts come into view. Girls these days are dressed so much differently than when I was younger. It was casual and messy but somehow extremely sexy.
Breakfast ended in our usual fashion of very little talking. We all grabbed our stuff and we headed out to school again, Emma in the front and Sam in the back. My eyes kept darting down to my daughters legs as we drove. I didn't want them too but I couldn't stop myself. And then my brain would switch back to what that pervert was making me do and I just got mad again.
The school approached, we all got out and said our usual 'byes' for the morning. I walked across the school grounds and towards my class. It was another beautiful day and everyone was minding their own business. My only business right now was to get to class and try to find out where the camera was.
I walked into my classroom and closed the door and immediately looked up to where the camera angle looked like it was coming from. I didn't see anything. I looked around the whole room and I did notice a camera above my desk, but it was pointed out towards the class, there is no way it would have gotten the angle I had seen in the picture. What the fuck was going on? Then I pulled the blind down on the window of the door to see if there was some spot that wasn't properly covered, some place where a camera could poke through and take a picture. But again I just didn't see how it was possible. What the fuck!
At this point I only had a few minutes left until my first class so I opened the blind, went to my desk and took out my stuff and sat down. How the fuck was this asshole getting his pictures? How was I going to stop this motherfucker from blackmailing me further? Fuck. I just kept racing through these thoughts as my door opened and students started to pile in. For the next three classes I tried to focus on the task at hand, my classes, teaching, but as lunch got closer it was harder and harder to concentrate.
Half of my brain was mad, trying to figure out what was happening and how I was going to stop it, but the other half, the naughty half, was getting excited that soon I'd be able to masturbate myself to an amazing orgasm in my class again. Even worse, both sides knew that it was going to happen because I had no choice.
The bell rang, the students left and once again I followed the last one to the door, checking down the hall, closing and locking the door, and pulling down the blind.
"Well, here we go," I said to myself as I let out a deep breath.
I walked over to my desk and pulled out my chair like I did the day before. I sat down on it and moved forward so my ass was at the end. The e-mails said to do everything again, so I wanted to try to recreate the scene as close as possible. My hands rolled up my dress above my waist and my fingers pulled my pantyhose and panties down together below my knees. The cool air rushed up against my gaping pussy and it was then that I realized how wet I was, again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"I said under my breath as my right hand shoved two fingers deep into my waiting hole.
In a few minutes I had four fingers ramming into me again, my left hand roughly rubbing my clit and my breathing was heavy. A few minutes after that I was cumming hard in my classroom. My hands grabbed a tissue and I cleaned up. My pantyhose and panties went back in place and my dress fell down into its original position. I looked up in the general position of where the picture was taken and held up my middle finger and mouthed "FUCK YOU".
The rest of the day went by as you would expect. Everyone else was their usual self and I was seething inside. I hated that I was being told what to do, that I was being blackmailed, that my whole life was being held in the hand of an obvious pervert asshole motherfucker.
The school day ended, Emma and Sam had something going on after school so I went home alone. I tried to distract myself by watching TV, going for a walk, reading a book, but nothing took my mind off of the situation I was in. I started making dinner in expectation of Emma and Sam's return. We ate, we chatted, they went to their room, I cleaned up, and I went to my room. If it wasn't for lunch and the asshole today would have been a regular day, a good day.
I opened my laptop on my desk and checked my e-mail expecting to see the worst, but to my surprise, there was nothing there. "Huh, maybe the asshole couldn't get a picture this time?" I said to myself as I started to unpack some papers from my bag.
An hour went by, no e-mail, then two hours, no e-mail. I was starting to feel hopeful. It was 10pm and it was about time to get into bed. I went to the washroom to get cleaned up, wash my face, brush my teeth. As I walked back to my desk after feeling so much relief I saw a new e-mail on my screen. No 'from', only a subject line. Fuck.
Subject: YOU LOOKED GOOD TODAY
"Well thanks asshole," I mumbled. Another e-mail came through. This one with an attachment. Great.
Subject: LOOK AT YOU
I clicked the e-mail and saw that this time there was no picture, but a video instead. My hand trembled while I moved the cursor over the play button. In front of my eyes was a video of me, in my classroom, four fingers deep in my cunt, fucking myself to orgasm, and the worst part of it was there was sound. It was like a deafening boom in my ears, the sound of my sloppy hole loving what my fingers were doing to it. My head dropped into my hands. What the fuck was I going to do?
Another e-mail came through.
Subject: SAME SHOW TOMORROW BUT NO PANTYHOSE
I let out a little laugh. I realized at that point that this wasn't going to be a short lived thing. The pervert on the other side of the screen obviously had some kind of plan, I didn't know for how long, but it was obvious it wasn't just for a day or two. Tomorrow would be the third day I had to fuck myself in my class room. This time without pantyhose.
