Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2009 19:18:43 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: cam trouble (part 2) - for TG/Teen Section

This is a continuation of the Cam Trouble story. Sorry its taken me so long
to get back to it Sweeties. If you like it, drop me a line at
wildcard100@hotmail.com.  Love and kisses, "Jackie"

Usual disclaimer - this is a work of fiction - you know if you shouldn't be
reading stuff like this so don't complain to me about it

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The rest of the day was a haze. I don't really know how I got through
it. But the next thing I knew I was walking home. I was shaking as I
thought of what was to come. My life had changed in an instant and Brian
Johnson, the jock from down the street, now had me at his mercy.

"Stupid...stupid...stupid..." I kept telling myself. But I'd been telling
myself that ever since I realized that Brian had seen me jerking off on cam
while wearing my sister's miniskirt, blouse, bra and panties. and now I was
his cocksucking faggot cumslut. If I didn't do what he wanted, he'd spread
the video of me jerking off in my sister's clothes all around the
school. What could I do?

Even through my fear and humiliation though, I felt excitement in my
gut. For a few minutes this morning, I'd felt like a girl. I'd sucked a
boy's cock and swallowed his cum just like girls do. Isn't that what I'd
always fantasized about when I'd dressed up? Isn't that what I'd chatted
about with countless guys in chat rooms? But I was still scared. Of what
though? As I walked up to my house and reached into my pocket for my key,
it suddenly occurred to me that I was carrying my books like a
girl. Hugging them to my chest.  "Shit," I thought to myself, "I really am
a faggot."  I looked around hoping no one noticed but the street was empty.

I let myself into the house and set my books down. My sister, who was 17,
had graduated high school a year early and was away at college this year so
until my parents got home from work at around 6pm, I had the house to
myself. I looked at the clock and it was a little past 3pm. Three
hours. Three hours to be Brian's bitch. "Oh God," I said to the empty room,
"What am I gonna do?"  But I knew what I had to do. Brian would be there
soon and if I didn't leap when he said "jump" the whole school would know
my disgusting little secret. Brian had told me to be dressed pretty for him
and so I ran upstairs to my sister's room and flung open her closet and
looked for something to wear. I found this cherry red cotton sleeveless sun
dress.  It was an A line with a pleated bodice and a V neck and zipped up
the back. I had thought my sister looked beautiful and sexy in it. I took
it down form the hanger and then went to her dresser. I took my favorite
pair of red nylon and lace bikini panties and her white padded bra and
quickly slipped them both on. I'd been wearing her things for several weeks
now and had become quite expert in how to hook the bra and zip up the
dress.  My hair was shaggy but not particularly long but I brushed it out
quickly and grabbed a tube of coral pink lipstick and applied a quick coat
to my mouth. Why I did that I don't know. Brian certainly wouldn't have
cared or noticed if I didn't wear lipstick but for some reason i felt like
I should try to be more girly for him.  As I gazed at myself in the mirror
I wasn't dissatisfied with the result. I certainly wouldn't have passed a
close inspection, but a quick glance at me walking down the street and I'd
most likely pass for a young girl. I stuffed some socks into my bra (which
I noticed was clearly showing thru the V neck of the dress but, what the
hell, I didn't have much time to find the right bra for this dress or pick
out a different frock and I didn't think Brian would much care).  I was
just straightening my dress when I heard the doorbell. I practically ran
down the stairs and peeked out of the peephole to make sure I wasn't going
to open the door for a delivery man or, worse, one of my friends from
school. It was Brian and felt my stomach do a flip.

I opened the door slowly and Brian pushed it wide and walked past me into
the family room. He had a big grin on his face as he looked me up and down
while I shut and locked the door. "Hey, not bad," He said with a leer. "You
could almost pass for a chick."  He reached into his pocket and pulled out
something that looked lacy and tossed it at me. "Here, go put these on
too."

"What are they," I asked as I unfolded the nylon and lace.

"Its a garter belt and stockings. All the sluts were them," he said. "Don't
you know what a garter belt is faggot?"

"Yeah," I said a bit sarcastically, "I know what a garter belt is. where'd
you get it?"

"I swiped it from my mom's dresser along with the stockings. Now go put
them on like a good slut and get your fucking faggot ass back here quick."

I must have had an annoyed look on my face at the way he was talking to me.
"You don't have to be so mean to me," I said. He walked over and before I
could even think he slapped me in the face. I felt my cheek redden and I
nearly fell to the floor.  I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as the
sting in my cheek began to register.


"Let's get something straight faggot. You're my bitch. Do you know what
that means?" Before I could answer he went on. "It means you're my cum bag.
You do what I want, when I want, and I'll talk to you and treat you however
I want. You're like a whore and I'm your pimp, got it? You will treat me
like I am your lord and master. when we're alone, you will call me Sir. You
will fall to your knees and worship my cock like it was your God
almighty. You will kiss my ass and grab my cock unless I tell you I've had
enough. When you suck my dick you will drink my spunk without me telling
you to and you will act like it's nectar from the gods. Do you understand
me?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes, WHAT?"

"Yes, Sir" I said.

"Good girl," he replied and then...he kissed me!  On the lips! I was taken
aback and looked up at him. He grinned and licked his lips. "Mmmmm...nice
lipstick faggot.  See, I can be nice if you act right and know your place
bitch.  No go do what I said."  i ran to the other room and quickly slid
the stockings up my legs. I'd worn pantyhose before but these felt even
silkier and made my legs look so sexy. As I'd told Brian, I knew what a
garter belt was but I'd never worn one. I'd seen pictures, however and read
stories about them and knew that the straps clipped to the stocking tops
and figured it out in short order and was back in the family room in a
flash.

I noticed that Brian had closed the curtains in the family room and was
sitting on the sofa smiling at me.  "Mmmmmm...nice," he
purred. "Well...what are you waiting for bitch. My dick ain't gonna suck
itself." I hesitated for a moment and then thought quickly. I took a few
steps towards him and then fell to my hands and knees and crawled my way to
the sofa. Brian's grin grew wider as he saw me humiliate myself. I began
imagining his cock in my mouth. Remembering how it felt this morning. My
hands were shaking but I realized it was more from anticipation this time
than fear. I felt more comfortable in my role now that I was wearing
panties and a dress. My man was sitting there. waiting for my
touch. Waiting for my mouth.  Waiting for his bitch to please him. I was
his girl. If I pleased him, he'd be nice to me so I WANTED to please him.
That's what we girls did for our hard working men. I was between his
outstretched legs now. I reached up and unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his
pants. I was looking up into his eyes and he looked down upon me with
encouragement. "That's my girl," he whispered. I pulled his jeans and
underwear and he lifted his hips to make it easier for me to slide them
down.  He'd kicked off his sneakers and I was able to pull his pants and
underwear off in one move and tossed them aside.

I looked at Brian's cock standing up hard and straight. The mushroom head
already glistening with pre-cum. I ran my hands up his thighs as I moved my
face closer to his prick. I could smell the slightly chlorine scent of his
pre-cum mixed with his crotch sweat and the faint odor of whatever soap
he'd used that morning. His legs were so muscular.  So strong. I leaned
down and kissed them. I kissed my way up his thighs till my nose was buried
in his crotch. I inhaled deeply of his masculine odor and my mouth was on
his tight wrinkled hairy ball sack. My hand was around his shaft and I
slowly began to stroke it as I kissed his balls. 'Ohhhhh fuck baby," Brian
moaned, "fuck you're good. That's it. Kiss my balls you fucking slut. Dirty
fucking cocksucker. Lick my fucking nuts you faggot slut."  Brian pushed my
hand from his shaft mumbling something about not wanting to cum too soon
and grasped his seven inch fuckstick in his hand and playfully smacked me
in the face with it. I giggled like a girl as he did so and he laughed back
saying, "Yeah, is this what you want you little bitch? You want my fucking
cock in your faggot mouth you cunt?"  All I could do in reply was to open
my mouth and look into his eyes, begging for it.

"Oh fuck, look at you! You fucking faggot cunt. You DO want my cock.
Well...go ahead baby. Suck it.  Suck my dick you fucking slut." And then it
was in my mouth. I was doing it. I was sucking my man's cock again. Only
this time there was no hesitation whatsoever. I wanted it in my mouth. I
was his cocksucking girlfriend and i wanted to taste his fuckstick. I
wanted him to fuck my mouth and i swirled my tongue hungrily around the
smooth pink mushroom head. Tasting his salty pre-cum I gobbled his shaft
down as far as i could and moaned loudly, lewdly. I was a cocksucker and I
knew it. I wanted it. "Yes, Brian," I thought to myself, "fuck my
mouth. Make me your bitch. I'm a girl. I'm YOUR girl." I wanted to shout it
out but my mouth was filled with his prick as he thrust his hips up and
down. My head bobbed on his tool as my tongue worked the shaft. My thoughts
were racing. "I'm a girl....I"m a girl...I'm a girl...I'm a fucking
cocksucking slut girl....fuck me fuck me fuck me" I thought as I slurped
and sucked and rubbed his balls with the palm of my hand.

Suddenly Brian pushed me off him and stood up. His knees wobbly. I looked
at him questioningly and he only grinned at me and lifted me under my
arms. I stood and Brian bent me over the arm of the sofa. I looked behind
myself at him still not realizing what he was going to do. Suddenly, I felt
him lift my dress up over my ass and pull my panties to one side. In one
swift move I felt him spread my asscheeks and felt his cockhead at the
entrance of my pink puckered asshole. ("My cunt", I thought somewhere in
the back of my mind). Just as I was realizing what he was going to do, I
felt him shove his prick inside me. I was about to protest when I felt a
sharp slap on my ass. "Open that cunt for me bitch," Brian shouted, and i
tried to relax my asshole. The moment Brian felt my resistance give way, he
was in me. the pain was sharp and I felt it deep in my belly but Brian
suddenly reached around and began rubbing my little pricklett through my
panties and it began to feel better. He leaned across my back with his
prick buried inside me and squeezed my tits. He reached into the dress,
into the bra, and pulled out the socks I'd used to stuff it with and tossed
them aside. then he pinched my nipples through the satiny material of the
bra, making them erect. As he did so he whispered in my ear, "I'm fucking
you now faggot.  My cock is in your asscunt. Now you're really and truly my
bitch. Your cunt belongs to me." I could feel him beginning to pump in and
out of me.  Thrusting harder and faster as he fucked me. "You like that
don't you faggot? You like being fucked like a bitch?"

"Yes," I said, "Oh god yes."

"Then say it you sissy faggot homo. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me Brian. Fuck my cunt and make me your
bitch."  I could feel his hips slapping against my asscheeks as he pumped
in and out. His big hard prick deep inside my bowels. Touching my private
places where no one had ever touched.  Making me his cunt. His bitch. His
girl. Marking me with his seed. Binding me to him forever as my first
fuck. The man who popped my cherry. The man who made me no longer a
virgin. The man who made me a girl.

"Yes, yes, take it bitch," he growled. "Take my cock you whore. You
slut. You fucking cocksucking skank. Fucking you. Fucking your cunt." I was
thrusting back in time with his pumping. I was being fucked good and hard
by my man. His prick was touching something inside me that was driving me
over the edge. His hand on my pricklett, rubbing it, was more than I could
take and I could feel myself about to cum. Suddenly Brian squeezed my cock
hard and said, "Don't you fucking cum yet you faggot. Not till I'm done."
My orgasm subsided a bit with the pain and he let go and put his hands on
my hips. Now fucking me faster. His hips slapping my ass and his hairy
balls hitting the tops of my thighs.

"What would your sister say if she walked in on us right now faggot?" Brian
teased.  "What would she say if she could see her little brother getting
his faggot asscunt plowed while he was wearing her clothes? And what would
your mommy and daddy say if they could see their little sissy boy getting
fucked like a girl? Huh?  You think your daddy fucks your mom's asshole
like this? You think maybe your daddy would like to take a turn fucking his
new daughter?"  He pinched my nipples hard again and then he let out a
groan and buried himself one last time deep.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhh......fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk...yeah...I'm cummmminggggg
you fucking whore!!!!!"  I felt a hot wetness in my bowels and knew that he
was shooting his cum inside me. I couldn't hold back anymore. I began to
cum myself. My little cockett spurting into my pretty panties. My asshole
gripped his rod tightly as I spasmed and he grunted with each squeeze of
his prick and I felt myself milking his cock.

"Yes...yes....yes....oh fuck...that's it cunt....milk me. Milk my
prick. Filling your cunt with my cum."  He held himself inside me for a few
minutes and I felt him soften. His dick slipped out with a wet pop and he
turned me around. His prick was covered with cum. Luckily I had gone to the
bathroom that morning and hadn't eaten much since yesterday, being too sick
with worry, so cum was the only thing on his prick. Brian put his hands on
my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. "Clean me off bitch."  I didn't
hesitate. I opened my mouth and took him inside and licked and sucked him
clean. Tasting his cum and the musky scent of my backside. I almost gagged
but reminded myself, once more, that this was my job as his girl.  When his
prick was clean he let me stand. He looked me up and down and
laughed. "What a fucking whore. Look at you. You got cum stains on your
dress and cum leaking out of your cunt." I could feel wetness in my ass and
felt something dripping down my thighs.

"Take off your panties and lick your cum out of them you fucking faggot
whore."  Again, I didn't hesitate.  I peeled my panties off and quickly set
about slurping up my boy juice from the front of the nylon panties. I
thought I could almost taste my sister's cunt but knew it had to be my
imagination. I sucked the panty crotch into my mouth and tasted my salty
cream.  Brian took the panties from me and wiped the cum dripping out of my
asshole and down my leg with the cotton panel of the crotch and then handed
them back to me so I could eat his cum too. His cum tasted saltier than
mine and muskier. I wondered if that was because it had just been up my ass
or whether his cum was more "manly" than mine.  I licked it nevertheless
and Brian suddenly pushed the panties into my face hard and rubbed the last
of his cum all over my lips and face, smearing my lipstick .

"You better go get cleaned up before your folks get home faggot." he
said. I'll see you tomorrow at school. Wear some panties and meet me in the
locker-room again after third period. I'll want another blow job. And
tomorrow after school we'll do this again. maybe we'll find you a nice big
fat homo on the internet for you to jerk off too, huh? What do you think
faggot?" I could only smile and nod.  Brian let himself out and again I
felt a wave of shame and humiliation sweep over me as I stood there with
cum drying on my face and thighs.  But beyond the humiliation there was
something else. Something I couldn't describe at first. It came to me
slowly. It was a feeling of satisfaction. The feeling of a slut who's been
well fucked by her boyfriend.