A Dirty Blackmail Fantasy Puts You at the Mercy of my Needs!

A dirty blackmail fantasy made me wake up with the slickest panties.

I love a good power exchange, and a dirty blackmail fantasy is a great way to achieve that. It reminded me what happens if I nap after a particularly kinky shift! Wet dreams often seem to happen to me, but this was new because it was a naughty blackmail dream. I don’t usually have those types of wet dreams, but it really had my pussy going today. I mean, panties completely ruined! Then, I had to sniff them. They smell like, “please fuck me.”  -Swoon- In my dream, I was in class with my hot but older teacher. I could tell how bad he wanted me. We constantly flirted between classes before I finally let him stick that hard cock in me. 

It was electric! Of course, now that he fucked me, I had all I needed to get him into a bind. This dirty blackmail fantasy took to the next level when I stayed after class was dismissed. I saw him in his seat, somehow oblivious to me staying behind. When I swung my cute ass onto his desk and put my hand on his work, I made it clear where his focus should be. I laid back, stretching my legs and pumping my chest up to lure his face into my cleavage. He knew what I wanted, and I had to have it. 

It is not every day that you have your hottest student hitting on you and letting you hit it.

Letting him bend me over his chair, I slipped up my skirt to show my lack of panties. My pussy was already creaming at the anticipation of his cock. But what he did not see was me putting my camera phone up at an angle so that I could capture his balls bouncing off my ass and his face knitted up to cum a fuck load. It was a mess because when he pulled out his cock his load dripped onto my camera lens. No worries, he would buy me a better one later. Then he pulled my skirt back down, and I saw myself off until the next day when my dirty blackmail fantasy continued.

He was sitting at his desk, cocksure that I would come during lunch for a deep fuck. He wasn’t wrong; his dick was an A+, and I was addicted. Moreso, I was a broke college girl. I needed things, and he was my plug. I leaned over his desk as I texted him the video. His face darkened at the sight of him on his screen. This dirty blackmail fantasy was going to be hot as hell. I had his balls, metaphorically and literally, haha! I told him that he was going to give me an A+ and that he was basically my slave from then on. He looked panicked and began to sweat.

I saw that he was angry but knew better than ruin my dirty blackmail fantasy.

He asked me what else I wanted from him, and I told him that he just had to fuck me whenever I wanted but that he couldn’t get me in trouble for anything in class. Not for talking, not for texting, and not for turning things in late. Then, I stepped away from him and walked off. He knew his place from then on.

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