Author: jonathon9 Title: Pamela's Pervert Part: 1 of ? Keywords: blackmail, ped, fbb, fg, fgbb Language: English When I returned from a week long vacation my three year-old yellow lab Max was all over me nuzzling, slobbering, licking, just like he does every time I am away for more than a day or two. Letting him know his love and loyalty are appreciated I toss him a Milk Bone and head for a much needed long hot shower. After drying off I slip a pair of cotton briefs on and step into the living room of the one bedroom apartment I rented three years earlier. To my surprise I am greeted by Pamela, my divorced landlady's daughter who I hired to watch Max when I was away. I hired Pam because when I first met her it was evident she is an exceptionally bright and responsible person for her age. Pamela helped me raise and nurture my best friend since he was a pup, so I knew he was in the best hands when I was away. "Welcome home, Peter. I'll bet Max shook you down for a Milk Bone when you came in?" Pamela offered with a laugh while relaxing on the leather couch. Before she could finish her comment I headed for my bedroom, donned my favorite sky-blue terry cloth robe, returned to the living room and asked her if she knew I was home. We have a great relationship, and before now she always respected my privacy, never entering my apartment when I was home without knocking first. I was a bit annoyed with her yet I did not want her to know I was annoyed, as it was the first time it happened and I figured the diplomatic approach was best. "Pam, is there something really important you have to tell me, you usually knock when you know I am home," I asked in the least confrontational tone I could muster. She stared me in the eyes, "Actually Peter, I have something important I need to ask you and it cannot wait." Pamela continued, "My laptop broke the day you left and well, I hope you do not mind Peter, but I had an important project to finish so I used your puter." "Of course I don't mind, Pamela. That is what friends are for" I replied. She smiled, saying she was happy I wasn't mad at her before matter-of-factly mentioning she found a folder marked "recipes." Her eyes were on me, obviously looking for my reaction. This revelation stunned me, though I tried my best to conceal my emotions while quickly thinking back to the last time I was in that folder. "Had I forgotten to encrypt it?" "Did she crack the password?" were questions racing through my mind. Apparently I failed at concealing my concern because her next words were, "Don't worry Peter, your dirty little perverted secrets are safe with me for now" she grinned. My head was spinning with fear, shame and humiliation. I did not know what to say, or how to respond to a girl who discovered my most guarded secrets. How does a grown man acknowledge to a teenage girl that he maintains a "special" folder for his favorite fetish? Should a grown man make that acknowledgment? I soon learned I had no choice. Rising from the couch Pamela shuffled toward me face down, as if contemplating her next move. She stood before me, raising her eyes up to mine, "Peter, It's okay. I know all about men like you. Men who scan the net looking for pictures of young girls so they can jack off imagining what it is like fucking and using them for their disgusting and perverted pleasures. Isn't that what perverted men like you do, Peter?" Her smile melted into a frown, the tone of Pamela's voice became judgmental and accusatory as she crossed her arms, staring up at me standing over her petite frame, her eyes letting me know she was waiting for my reply. I was shocked. I trusted this girl. How the hell do I get myself out of this? How the hell did I get myself into this? What a jerk! I'm fucked!, were the thoughts accompanying the shivers of panic overtaking my soul. "I asked you a question, Peter. From now on when I ask you a question I expect you to answer me. Are we beginning to understand one another Peter?," Pamela inquired with a sarcastic tone and i-got-ya grin. Pamela added, "My dear Peter, did I mention I copied your "recipe" folder and a few other pervert files I found, attached them to an email addressed to all my contacts. You know, my friends, teachers, family, all the people from the neighborhood who I do light cleaning and sit for, as well as the members of the town board?" Pausing for a moment to judge my reaction, which was clearly shock and fear, Pamela turned and flopped back on my black leather couch, staring at me standing there like a scared bunny in my favorite terry cloth robe. Seriously, I was scared ten times over. Angry that I was being betrayed by someone I trusted. I needed a moment to get my head together, telling Pamela I needed to pee. As I turned for the bathroom Pamela casually remarked, "Take your time. I have all night, Mom is working a double and won't be home until way after I am done with you, Mr. Pervert." Closing the bathroom door behind me, I shuddered at hearing her call me a pervert. I tried to calm down and be logical. If she busted me she would lose the sixty dollars a month I pay her to take care of Max when I'm away or staying out late. She would lose the friendship of someone who treated her well over the past few years. The next tenant probably won't have a dog as cool and debonair as my Max, the best doggy on the planet. Without Max she wouldn't have an excuse to hang with her friends and smoke cigarettes in the tenant's apartment when I was not home. I did not mind because I was sure Max enjoyed the company. Of course I'd be screwed if my secret was exposed, yet would she remain unscathed for blackmailing me? She is a smart girl who cares about her popularity. Would she mind being viewed as the untrustworthy, conniving wench I would proclaim her to be if she shared the recipe file with others. Then it struck me. While it would be harmful to my reputation, everything in the folder Pamela found was harvested from perfectly legit websites. I haven't gone astray of the law, yet I am pretty sure threatening to expose a secret about someone, whether true or not, while demanding something in return to keep quiet is called blackmail. The fear that consumed me had eased somewhat now that I believed I had a decent rebuttal to Pamels's threats, yet I also realized I wasn't out of the woods. If she shares that file I am tarnished regardless of what happens to her. As I considered the edge I believed I had gained over her, the perv in me started to emerge. I wondered if subconsciously I left the recipe folder open and in plain sight, hoping she would continue to snoop on my PC while I was away and learn about my kinks. One of my favorite jack-off-while-thinking-about-pamela-fantasies is imagining she found the folder and learned of my attraction to young girls. In my fantasy Pamela brazenly offered herself to me. In none of my fantasies did I fantasize about being blackmailed by her in real life. It seems my fantasy has come to life and backfired on me. I worked so hard developing a good reputation in our small town community, volunteering many hours a month to a few charitable organizations and sitting on the town board. Now I was in jeopardy of losing it all because a nerdy young girl with a 140 IQ who spends a good deal of time surfing *whatever* websites has decided to take advantage of a fortuitous situation by using me to act out whatever the fuck she has in mind. She spends a lot of time on the Net, I can only image what nastiness she is into. Speculating makes me shiver. As I stood there staring in the mirror thoughts about what this gorgeous young girl could do for me clouded my mind. When I pictured Pamela's beautiful face my penis twitched, informing me I had no choice but to play along and hope she didn't get too rough or cross any of my boundaries, which are pretty wide to begin with. Against my better judgment, knowing my world as I knew it would crumble to pieces if discovered, I decided to proceed with caution and see how far she is willing and wanting to go. After flushing the toilet I walked into the living room, she was not there. Peeking around there was no sight of my young tormentor. I wanted to feel relieved yet I realized she had already let the kitty out of the bag and judging by her demeanor it was apparent she was enjoying making me squirm. I sat on the love seat reviewing my situation over and over in my head when the door separating my place from the main floor upstairs where Pam and her nurse mom live slowly opens. In walks Pamela wearing a pink terry cloth robe. "I like terry cloth robes too, Peter. Do you like mine?" she inquired while cocking her hips to the side and striking a pose for me. "What's the matter, my poor boy? You haven't been very talkative" she half laughed. Then a serious expression crossed her face, "Peter, I asked you a question. Do you like my robe?" This was the moment of truth. The moment where I relinquished control to a female. A moment new to me, a moment I never before experienced. I felt chills and tingles throughout my body as I prepared my mind to take Pamela on. "Yes, Pam, I like your robe very much. Especially the color, it looks good on you" I replied. Pam closed the door, approached the love seat, looked down at me and slyly inquired, "Do you like me in pink because it makes me look so much younger than I am Peter? Am I as pretty as the little girls in the pictures you beat off to, Peter? Or am I too old for you?" Her question, how she phrased it, enunciated it, stared in my eyes when she delivered it, seared me with shame. I sat there wishing we were frozen in time. I did not want to answer her embarrassing questions. How could she be doing this to me? If I answered her incriminating questions there may be no turning back. She has me on an emotional roller coaster. One moment I want to play her game, the next she is frightening me and giving me second thoughts. Should I trust her? Do I really have a choice? I don't know how far Pam is willing to take this. The thought of where it could go excites and scare the hell out of me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity presenting itself to me. A girl who I frequently include in my jack off fantasies is available to me in real life. Suddenly I realized I never stood a chance against her from the beginning. "Are my questions embarrassing you, Peter? Is that why you are blushing right now?" she inquired with a smirk. "I need you to reply to my questions, Peter. Now tell me, am I as pretty as the little girls you jack off to?" Pamela asked in a sweet yet more commanding tone. Fear tinged with excitement coursed through my body as I gave in to my young tormentor, "Yes Pamela, you are definitely as pretty as the girls in the pictures I jack too. Probably even prettier." She smiled offering, "Well Peter, I am glad to see you are accepting your situation. I am happy because you are a good tenant and my mom would hate to see you leave. Plus, I have so much in store for a good boy who knows how to obey and show loyalty to his Goddess. Are you a good boy, Peter? Will you obey your new Goddess, Peter?" My head was spinning, I thought I was dreaming as I replied, "Yes, Pamela, I will obey you." "I thought you would, Peter," she said with a smirk while taking a step back. "Peter from now on when we are alone you will address me as Goddess Pamela or Goddess, do you understand?" I was not sure if what was happening to me was my good fortune or opening the door to a nightmarish hell, yet looking at her lovely face I realized I had absolutely no choice but to reply, "Yes, Goddess Pamela." "Peter, after reading the stories you saved, I realize you are far more perverted than I originally estimated. And what about all the jpegs of young girls you saved? You must have more than a thousand pictures in your perv folder. Do you beat off looking at these girls, imagining doing perverted things to them?" Pamela asked as she stood in front of me apparently getting off on my expressions of discomfort. I looked down at the floor and replied, "Yes Goddess, I masturbate looking at the images you found." Pamela admonished me, "Peter, you need to look in my eyes when you reply to me. Do you understand?" Continuing to blush I looked directly in her big brown eyes, "Goddess Pamela, I frequently masturbate looking at pictures of the girls you found on my computer." She smiled, seemingly pleased by my subservience to her. Even though I felt ashamed and humiliated by answering her questions, I also felt aroused by having to reply her. "Peter, do you think it is normal for a grown man to beat off while looking at images of young girls on his computer? Or is that an activity perverted men engage in?" she pressed in a sweet but accusatory tone. It was plain to see Pamela was enjoying her new found power over me. Frankly, listening to her talk this way was beginning to arouse me, though still humiliating. 'You are right, Goddess. I am a pervert for saving those images and fantasizing about the girls," I replied. "It takes a big man to admit he is a pervert, Peter. Now tell me, Peter, have you ever jacked while thinking about me?" she asked. Adding, "I will know if you are lying to me Peter. I could feel my cheeks flush, burning with embarrassment. As I contemplated my answer I realized there was no point in lying and possibly annoying her. I mustered up the courage to look her in the eye replying, "Goddess Pamela I frequently think about you when I play with myself." She laughed at me, "I'll bet you do, Peter, I'll bet you do. Now stand up facing me." I did as I was told, standing there feeling like a complete jerk standing there in my bathrobe. "Peter, open your robe and let it fall to the floor." Pamela commanded in a soft tone. Without hesitation I did as she instructed, though now feeling like a bigger jerk standing there wearing nothing but my white cotton briefs in front of my young tormentor. Silently she eyed me up and down for a few moments before saying, "I want you to show me your penis, Peter. Slide your underwear down, expose yourself to me. Isn't that what men like you enjoying doing, exposing your genitals to little girls like me, Peter?" I was beside myself. The fear of Pamela exposing my secret was overridden by my lustful desire to be naked in front of her. I wanted to feel her eyes staring at my private parts. I have fantasized so many times about exposing myself in front of her and now it was really happening. Though in my fantasies I never imagined how intense the feelings of shame and embarrassment could be. Looking into Pamela's eyes I hooked my fingers in the waistband and slowly slid my briefs down showing Pamela my limp member. I felt excitement growing within me as her eyes moved between my legs. Pamela knelt before, tugging my briefs down and off my legs, her face just inches from my limpness. She blew a breath of warm air on my bashful buddy before looking up at me and smiling. "I'll bet you never had a little girl tug your briefs off before, have you Peter?" she teased. "No Goddess, I have not" I replied. "How does it make you feel, exposing yourself to a little girl, Peter?" she continued to tease. "Honestly Goddess, exposing myself to you makes me feel dirty and perverted," I admitted. "Good, you should feel like a dirty pervert because we both know you are perverted, aren't you Peter?" Pamela asked continuing her verbal humiliation. "Yes Goddess, I am a filthy pervert" I replied looking straight in her eyes, feeling a twinge in my limpness as she smiled at me. Feelings of fear, excitement and shame pounded my mind as I stood there naked and defenseless. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I could not stop myself. I was weak. "Slowly turn around and show your body to me, Peter. Isn't that what perverted men like you get off on? Being naked in front of a little girl?" she teased in a mocking tone. "Yes, Goddess Pamela, I like feeling your eyes on me," I replied. "Peter, place you hands behind your back and keep them there until I tell you otherwise," she instructed. "I want to you to show me how sexy you think I am," Pamela suggested as she opened her robe, letting it fall to the floor. I felt my manhood stirring as I stared at this perfect female standing in front of me wearing nothing but a smile and red string bikini. I had seen her in a bikini many times before but this garment was the skimpiest ever. Small pieces of material attached to the strings barely covered her nipples and genitals. Her deep furrowed camel toe was clearly evident, as was the wet spot on the red patch covering her apparently hairless groove. Pamela stood there staring at my midsection as I instantly started showing signs of arousal. Her tanned body looked stunning, more so than ever before. I knew nothing could stop my impending erection after being provoked by this mesmerizing sight of exquisite female beauty. My erection continued to grow as I drank in her sexiness. In less than a minute I was full engorged, my best buddy standing up straight, proudly pointing toward the ceiling. Pamela took a step closer to me, her eyes glued on my erection with a look of wonderment on her face. "Ive never seen a cock quite as large as yours, Peter. For an average looking man I must say you have a rather handsome penis" she remarked while reaching out her right hand and pressing the head of my guy down with her index finger before releasing it and watching him bob up and down. Watching my bobbing erection, she giggled like a little girl before looking me in the eye and whispering, "Has a little girl ever touched your penis with her finger and made it bob up and down like that, Peter?" Much of the fear I was experiencing earlier had morphed into lust as my landlady's daughter tormented me with her humiliating questions. Listening to this young girl talk dirty and pushing my buttons had my little guy throbbing and wanting more. "Goddess Pamela, you are the first little girl to touch me that way" I admitted. "How does it make you feel when a young girl like me touches your penis, Peter?" Pamela asked? Her questions, the manner in which she posed them were driving me crazy. I felt ashamed and totally excited at the same time. I was just beginning to learn how arousing feelings of shame and humiliation can be. I decided to let go of my fears about Pamela exposing my secrets and immerse myself into the role my teen tormentor was carving out for me. I needed to experience what it was like to release total control to another. "Your touch sent chills and tingles through my entire body, Goddess. Please Goddess Pamela I hope you will touch me some more." I whispered. "Of course you want me to touch you. You're a pervert who likes being fondled by a little girl. How do you like this pervert?" she asked while assaulting my erection with a fairly hard open palm slap that sent it swinging to and fro. Instinctively I took a half step back away from her assault. Sounding annoyed Pamela inquired, "Did I say you could move? Now step back in your place Mr. Pervert before I give you another swat." "Yes, Goddess Pamela, please forgive me," I offered trying to show my desire to submit her. "I am glad to see you are learning your place, Peter, but you still have a long way to go to prove you are worthy of my time," she remarked while walking past me and taking a seat on the couch. Pamela sat silently for a minute or two before ordering me to turn around and face her. "You have a nice ass for an older guy - but you would rather be facing me showing me your erection, wouldn't you Peter?" This girl was driving me crazy. It was like she crawled inside my head and learned how to unlock hot buttons in my mind that had never been pushed before. She seemed to know exactly how to use the tone of her voice as a weapon for overpowering me. "Yes, Goddess. I am glad my erection pleases you. I want to please you anyway I can," I groveled, falling deeper into the role of submissive. Pamela broadly smiled, "Peter, when you moved in here three years ago did you have an inkling you would become my sex slave?" I flinched inside when Pamela referred to me as her slave. A bit of fear crawled back into my mind, yet my erection remain unaffected. "My beautiful Goddess, I am yours, a slave for all your pleasures and sins, no matter how lustful or wicked, I am your servant," I offered as sincerely as possible, sliding deeper into my submissive role, demonstrating my desire to go further, subliminally urging Pamela to continue finding and pressing new hot buttons. "The first moment I laid eyes on you Peter I noticed the way you looked at me. I knew you were a pervert after watching your eyes roving all over my body with that lustful look of desire. Even back then I knew all about men like you and their perverted attractions. Am I wrong, Peter?" There is no doubt the sight of Pamela wearing tiny patches of material over her privates was keeping me hard, yet listening to her words as well as the phrases she uses to tease me is making me produce serious amounts of precum that is starting to drip from my head. "Goddess Pamela, I fell in love with your beauty the moment I first met you. To this day I still have not met a girl as beautiful as you my Goddess," I admitted. "What about the girls in the pictures you jack off to, Peter. Am I prettier than all those girls," she quipped with a smirk. "Yes, Goddess, you are the prettiest of all. You are perfect in every way, my Goddess," I sincerely replied. "Then show me, slave. Stand before me and tug your hardness for my amusement. Rub the leaking precum on your shaft and make it glisten for me. Play with yourself in front of your teen goddess, Mr. Pervert, but don't you dare ejaculate without my permission," Pamela warned. "Spurting your seed without permission earns you a punishment." "Move a little closer and wrap your entire hand around your cock and stroke yourself for me, slave. Put on a show for me while you stare at, and hunger for my perfect body," commanded my teen tormentor. Taking a step closer to the couch I watched Pamela lie back and get comfortable before she slowly began to rub her hands over her body. Precum was flowing as I watched her tease her nearly naked tiny breasts and run her other hand down her tummy to the patch of red material between her legs, now soaking wet and barely covering her cunnie slit. Her engorged rubbery lips were glistening with lubrication, inviting my attention. "You keep glancing at my chest, Slave Peter. Do you crave to see my little breasts and gaze upon my aroused pink nipples, slave?" Pamela teased as she tugged the tiny patch of material between her legs, exposing more of her quim. "Or is this what you want?" she asked while looking between her legs. "Please Goddess, let me glance at your pink nipples, even if for only a moment," I pleaded while working to contain an orgasm that was approaching. "You are such a filthy pervert, slave" Pamela vehemently accused. "How does it make you feel to beg a little girl to expose her nipples while you're beating off in front of her?" I have never been talked to in such a foul, lurid manner before. Pamela's words overwhelmed me, evoking this reply, "Holy shit I feel so friggin nasty and fucking perverted right now...and it's all because of you, Goddess Pamela!!!," I blurted out as I lost control, shooting the first spurt of seed over Pamela's head, landing on the top of the leather couch. I continued flailing away and moaning as more seed ejaculated on her tummy and cunnie slit. She remained still watching me expend on her body. My knees became weak as the last surge of cum spurted from my erection, landing on Pamela's right thigh. I stood before her, panting, dripping, covered with a light sweaty sheen, feeling exhilarated and quite embarrassed for losing control. "That is quite a mess you made, slave. Did I give you permission to expend your nasty sperm all over me?" Pamela inquired in an even tone. "Please forgive me Goddess. No one has ever spoken to me that way, your words excited and inflamed me like no one before you. Your beauty aroused me, I lost all control. I will not allow it to happen again," pleading my case. Pamela reminded me there are punishments doled out for being disobedient. She ordered me to kneel between her legs and use my tongue to clean up the mess I made, starting with the little pool of cum that collected on her tummy. As I tasted my sperm on her tummy all I could think about was the moment I begin cleaning her slit. I was going to give her a bathing like she never had before. At least I thought I was. When I finished her tummy she directed me to the slash of seed on her thigh which I eliminated with a few quick licks. Before I could worship her cunnie she grabbed a thatch of hair on the back of my head and pulled me away. "I'll bet you thought I was going to let you use your tongue to clean my coochie, slave," she laughed. "Follow me." "Slave, I want you to go start a hot shower for me," she instructed. "Rinse yourself off, I will join you in a moment." I stood there enjoying the feeling of hot water pelting my body, my mind still dealing with what I had done. Even as I washed with soap I still felt dirty and nasty for jerking off in front of my landlady's daughter. I began to realize I liked that feeling. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and there stood a totally naked Goddess. My cock began to swell as I looked at her nakedness. Then I noticed the camera. My heart sank for a moment. "What's the matter Peter, afraid of my little camera?" she laughed. "Get your cock rock hard for me and place your hands behind your head, slave," she commanded. "Don't make me tell you twice!" My little buddy was pointing at the ceiling when I removed my hand and placed both of them behind my head. Pamela ordered me to face her as she took the first picture from her flash camera. The first flash felt like it cut into me. I have never been photographed naked before. Apparently recognizing the expressions of anxiety on my face, Pamela teased, "Are you embarrassed by a little girl taking your picture, Mr. Peter Perv?" "Please Goddess, I really wish you wouldn't take pictures of me like this," I whined. "Slave, anytime you want to stop just say so. I'll go upstairs for the last time and never bother you again," she bluffed with a devious grin, knowing I was hooked. "Is that really what you want, Peter? Or would you rather stand there jerking off in front of a beautiful naked young girl while she takes pictures of you beating your cock for her?" "Please Goddess, please stop talking to me that way or I'll explode again," I faintly warned as I felt another orgasm building. "Isn't that what men like you enjoy, Peter? Listening to a little girl tease you for being the Lolita loving pervert you are? Do those pictures of young girls on your hard drive talk to you and call you a pervert for looking at them and dreaming about sexing them up, Peter," Pam teased as she put her camera down on the sink and stepped toward the spacious shower stall. "If you really want me, Peter you must prove your loyalty and love for me. Fall to your knees, my love. Prepare to worship your Goddess," she prompted in a loving tone. "Tilt your head back, open your mouth wide, start jacking off for me, and drink my intimacy, Pervert!" Pamela exclaimed while positioning her cunnie slit over my face and splaying her lips. The first few salty drops landed on my tongue, followed by a gushing steady stream of girl pee that flowed in my open mouth and splashed all over my face. As I jacked off and drank my teen tormentor's pee I could not help but think what a friggin Pervert I am. I wanted more. When she was done Pamela leaned down, licked her pee from my cheeks murmuring, "You're a good boy Peter, now finish yourself off for me. Spill your seed on the shower stall floor, Pervert," she grinned while picking up her camera and capturing a few choice shots of me covered by a sheen of pee, and expending another load of man seed for her. Pamela made me jack off for her two more times before her mom came home. Both times she diddled herself and came in front of me, once using a smooth slender plastic vibrator that she ordered me to lick clean. I was very disappointed when she did not offer to let me touch her during our first encounter. Pamela is not through with Peter just yet, she has much more in store for her little girl admiring tenant. Characters: Pamela played by Alice Beigenwalder Peter played by himself. (as usual) All actors in this story are portrayed by adults engaged in age-play fantasy.