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Informs Chloe of her new duties as his slave. 

Starting with a video confession and some nude pictures of herself. He will give her a list of things she must do to gain trust and eventually earn her freedom back. The longer she takes or fails to obey, the harsher the consequences will be. He ends the message with a reminder of what will happen if she tries to betray him.

He watched the video of Chloe confessing with her perky round pert tits bare and her tight little pink pussy visible. She tells the world about all her sordid little secrets, her slutty behavior, and how she's thirsting for older men's attention. As she speaks, she looks into the camera, her big green eyes brimming with tears. She looks so pathetic and so fucking hot that Joe almost comes in his pants right there.

Next, she sends him a picture of herself wearing nothing but black lacy lingerie. Her long legs are spread wide, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, her perfect round ass on display. The picture is so fucking hot that Joe has to take a deep breath before he can even reply.

"Very good, Chloe," he types, his fingers trembling slightly from the effort of controlling his desire. "Now, I want you to find a quiet place where no one can see or hear you. Take out your phone and record a video of yourself masturbating. Show me how much you want my cock and how badly you need it inside you." He hits send, and then waits impatiently for her response.

Chloe's heart is racing, but she does as she's told. She finds a secluded spot in her room, sits on the edge of her bed, and takes out her phone. She turns the camera on, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. She reaches behind her and undoes the clasp, letting it fall to the floor. Her pert nipples harden in the cool air as she continues to stroke her pale pink pussy through her lacy pants. 

"Ummm, you like this daddy. Huh. You fucking pervert. I bet you want to taste this pretty twat." Her fingers slide under the lacy fabric of her pants, teasing her clitoral area as she continues to talk to Joe. Her voice is breathy and needy, echoing through the room. She pushes a finger deeper inside herself, feeling the heat and wetness as she touches her skin. She bites her lower lip, watching herself on the screen, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of his cock pressing down on her. She tried to shake the thought of him actually being there, but it's impossible to ignore the desire burning inside her.

Her free hand moves up to her breast, cupping it, then uses her thumb to brush over her hard nipples. "I wish it was you, Daddy. I wish I could feel your big cock in my tight little pussy." She moans, arching her back as she picks up the pace, her hips moving in a familiar rhythm. Her fingers dig deeper, finding her G-spot, and her body tenses as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

Joe watches the finished product, a video of Chloe pleasuring herself with such desperation and need. He can feel his cock twitching in his pants, straining against his jeans. She's so beautiful and so fucking hot, and she's all his now. He sends her a message, telling her that she's done well and that he has a new task for her. He wants her to find a public bathroom with a glory hole.

Chloe spends the next several hours searching for the perfect bathroom. She feels like a total pervert, but the thrill of the risk only adds to her arousal. Finally, during the weekend, she finds one in a seedy bar and enters a stall. The walls are thin, and she can hear the chatter of other people on the other side. She takes a deep breath, pushes her pants to the side, and kneels down, her wet pussy inches away from the hole. 

Joe, on the other side of the wall, hears a soft whisper. "Is anyone in there?" Chloe asks, her voice trembling slightly. There's a pause, and then another voice responds, deeper and rougher. "Yeah, I'm here. Who are you, sweetheart?" Chloe takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next.

"My name's Chloe. I'm new in town, and I heard about these places. "I just wanted to see what it was like." The other man chuckles, his voice low and husky. 

"Well, sweetheart, why don't you press that mouth or pussy against the hole and see for yourself?" Chloe feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she crawls over to the hole, positioning herself over it. She pushes her body forward, feeling the cool air of the bathroom brush against her exposed skin.

Joe disguises his voice, not believing Chloe about finding out who she's really talking to. "Hey, sweetheart, you're doing great. Just let me feel that wet pussy of yours against my cock. Show me how bad you want it." Chloe witnessed a hard cock protruding through the glory hole. Her eyes were wide, taking in such an older, mature cock.

"Oh my god," she whispers, "it's really big." She reaches out, wrapping her hand around the shaft, marveling at its size and girth. "I've never seen anything like this before."

 Joe groans, feeling her warm hand on his cock. "That's it, baby. Stroke it for me." Chloe takes his cock in her hand, beginning to stroke it in a slow, steady rhythm. "Fuck, yeah," Joe gasps, "that feels so good."

Chloe feels a thrill of power as she strokes the stranger's cock, her grip firm yet gentle. She looks through the hole, meeting nothing to give away his identity. "You're so big," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat. "I want you inside me."

Chloe's tongue flicks out, teasing the head of the stranger's cock. "I want to taste you," she whispers, taking him deeper into her mouth. She begins to bob her head, sucking on him, feeling the thick veins of his cock against the roof of her mouth. The sound of his moans fills her ears, spurring her on, and she takes more of him, her hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft. Chloe eagerly worked over the older man's cock, her lips and tongue sliding up and down the shaft, her breath hot against his skin.

Her throat feels stretched to the limit as she takes him deeper, but she doesn't want to stop. The feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue—it's all so overwhelmingly arousing. She can feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs, and she knows that she's close to orgasm. As she continues to suck him off, she moves her hand to her pussy, rubbing her clitoral area roughly through her pants. Seeing just a cock sticking out of a hole, becoming a part of her mouth, hands, and pussycat—it's all so surreal, but in the best possible way. She doesn't know who this man is, but she feels connected to him in a way she's never felt before.

"I want your young pussy." 

Chloe stands up and pulls her dress down as she slips her g-string aside. His cock proudly stands at attention as she presses his cock head against her wet slit. She guides his cock into her pussycat, feeling it stretch her tightness. He groans as he finally pushes all the way inside, filling her up completely. She arches her back, letting out a moan of pleasure as their hips connect to the metal stall. She begins to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, meeting his thrusts stroke for stroke. The friction between their bodies is almost unbearable, and she can feel herself growing closer to orgasm with each passing moment. The sound of the stall walls creaking beneath them fills her ears, and she can feel the heat between them as their sweat begins to mingle.

"Fuck, you're tight," he growls. "You feel so good." His hands slapped the stall wall, trying to hold himself back. Chloe cries out, arching her back further, as the sensation sends a shudder through her entire body. She speeds up her movements, meeting his thrusts with greater urgency, needing him to cum inside her. She can feel the pressure building within her—a sharp pain in her core that tells her she's close.

"I'm going to cum," she gasps, her voice breathless. "Oh god, I'm going to cum." The sound of his harsh breath fills her ears as he pushes deeper into her, his cock swelling inside her. Their hips move faster and faster, the stall walls creaking in protest. The sensation of being so intimately connected to this stranger, the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of her body—it's all too much. With a cry of release, she comes undone, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cums around his cock. 

His seed quickly fills her up as he cums, his hot cum spilling out of her and down her thighs. She feels him grow still inside her, his weight pressing down on her as they both catch their breath. The stall is quiet, save for their ragged breathing and the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests. 

Chloe attempts to regain her composure as she feels him sliding out of her, their bodies cooling against each other. Her mind was lost for a few minutes. I did not see a wrapped gift sliding under the bathroom stall. Not realizing that she had just had sex with the man who's been blackmailing her for the last few days. Not caring that they both risked everything by being here together.

She takes a deep breath, trying to remember where she put her things. Her purse, her phone, her wallet... They're all gone now. Replaced with the memories of this man's touch, his smell, and his voice. She reaches down to wipe the wetness from her thighs, feeling embarrassed and exposed. She stares down at the gift. A small silver box was tied with a red ribbon. It's the perfect size for jewelry, or maybe even a small trinket. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should open it.

She opens the box, realizing it is from her blackmailer. He was the one fucking her. She finds a necklace in there. It's a gold chain with a little key charm on it. The key chain has his initials engraved on it. She feels a mixture of emotions. Anger, confusion, betrayal, and... something else. Something she can't quite place. Then wrap it in red cloth and a thick, cute metal butt plug. Her anger rises as she looks at it; she was tricked and used. Her body still hums from the sex, but she can't help but feel dirty. She shoves everything back into the box and pushes it far away from her.

She...