Novel & Cerita Blackmail Erotica

At the doors he kissed my forehead, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Monday, 6:30 a.m. New rules: no panties ever again. Remote vibrator I control. You’ll come when I want, where I want, how I want. And if you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t send Daddy the video of his precious secretary begging his son to breed her raw.” The elevator doors closed. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking down my thighs, his toy still stretching me, his taste in my mouth. I was blackmailed. I was broken. I was owned. And I already couldn’t wait for Monday.

It's an erotic film playing before me, the soundtrack is an assortment of moans and whimpers with the beat of the shower's spray keeping time. “See that? Can you see how red your neck is?” he asks, nuzzling my sensitive skin. “That’s my mark. Look down at your thighs.” I do. They too are pink. Not only that, they glisten. “I left my mark there too, on your pretty pink pussy and the inside of your thighs. I wish you could see how shiny your pussy is. It's fucking amazing.” His erection teases my folds, its length rubbing from my clit to my backside as he pulls my ass toward him. “I want to leave my mark inside you too. Do you want that?” His deep voice reverberates from my ears to my soul. “C

He flipped again. A full two-page spread: A woman blindfolded and ball-gagged, hogtied across a mattress. Her legs were spread by a bar. Her toes curled in tension. Her holes sketched in tight detail -- stuffed, obscenely, with what was clearly meant to be two separate toys. The kind of drawing someone does only when they've lived it. Or needed to. His cock twitched. He didn't stop flipping. Page after page -- each more shocking, intimate, and raw than the last.

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

“I’m not stopping until I’ve buried every inch inside you and fucked you so hard you forget every other man exists.” I straightened my clothes with shaky hands, legs trembling, pussy still throbbing with unspent need. At the door I paused, glancing back at him. “Promise?” I asked, voice husky. His smile was slow and dangerous. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Miss Lennox. Tomorrow you become mine.” I slipped out into the rain, body on fire and mind spinning with filthy anticipation. One more night. Then Professor Elias Blackwood was finally going to ruin me completely.

"YOU DIRTY, FILTHY LITTLE WHORE! YOU DID NOT! TELL ME YOU DID NOT SEDUCE THE PATRIARCH!" "I can't believe this!" Lauren gasped, clutching her chest as if she were having a literal heart attack. "Enid, that is... that is high-level sabotage. That is Shakespearean! That is disgusting!" "How did that even happen?" Darla demanded, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "Give me the tea! Give me the steam! Give me the unfiltered, R-rated, nasty-ass details!"

It was clear from the beginning that his objective was to force me into this bed, have his way with me sexually, and then blackmail me into making him pay for what he had done. He scratched the scruff of his neck and asked me while rubbing his chin, "Why should I pay for it? I don't mean to be rude, but don't you at least have a MasterCard or something to pay with?" I emerged from the shower naked, with water still dripping off my body, and I stood up from the bathtub. I gave him a smirk and then moved in a way that was meant to be playful toward him. I came to a stop, stood on my tiptoes, and brought our faces as well as our lips so close to one another that I could hear his heart racing i

My other hand held the phone steady, I got up and set it on the table capturing every movement, every tremble. I spread my legs as I imagined Jessica’s hand instead of mine, her thumb circling my clitoris where I needed it most, her tongue pressing lower. The thought made my hips lift off the bed, chasing pleasure , I craved her wet Pussy. My breathing turned ragged. Each movement got faster, wetter, the sound of it filling the room. I looked at the phone so the blackmailer would see everything my fingers were moving. I rubbed faster, I knew he’d stroke his dicks as he watched me ,my thighs shaking, the wetness glisten ,I got up and opened a drawer as I brought out a thick dildo like the one

Two days after I first blackmailed Rachel, my phone buzzed at 11:47 PM. It was a video from her. Exactly like I ordered. She was on her marital bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in her pussy, pushing out the last bits of my dried cum from the other night. She was moaning softly, calling herself a dirty whore while she rubbed her clit. The video ended with her cumming, biting her lip so she wouldn’t wake anyone.