Blackmail Erotica Novels & Stories

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

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

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.

“That is hot. Every time you look at it you will remember how I sounded. And those marks…. Honestly Aiden I want to do more, I actually can do worse. Cover you with my own mess so you cannot hide it.” I zipped my bag, face burning. “For the nth time let me spell it out to you. We are nothing Eric. Just student and teacher. You do not get to be jealous. Nothing can ever happen between us for real. You cannot mark me, or worse fuck me, stop getting delusional, This blackmail is bad enough without your dirty talk.” “And for the nth time something already happened,” he said, stepping closer while I backed to the door. “Your hand was all over me. You kept stroking even when you yelled. Admit it f

I pulled out and made her suck it clean, forcing it down her throat until she gagged. The session lasted hours. I degraded her with every filthy word I could think of. Calling her a pathetic cuckquean, a worthless hole, my personal fucktoy. By the time I let her leave, she was covered in spit, sweat, and my juices, her body marked with belt welts. ~~~~~~~~~ Elena became my obsession. I summoned her again two days later, this time with Alex’s knowledge, since they were both keen on maintaining their reputation. I made him watch via video call as further blackmail.

He teases me, pulling away before he can reach my spot. His fingers continued their journey, the physical contact of him burns, sending fireworks up and down my abdomen. His hands snake around my back, unhooking my bra straps are slowly pulled down, leaving my shoulder bare. He plants a kiss up and down to my collarbones, his lips sending electrical waves through my body. I closed my eyes, letting my body be my main sense, feeling him move up and down my chest.

I moved my hand up his torso to his collar and slowly brought him closer, our faces inches apart. "Hand me your phone, please!" I said seductively, tracing with my finger the crook of his neck. "Anything for you baby." He said, not hesitating to give me. Jerk! "Good!" I said. "You, get our make-out session on video." I added, throwing the phone to the dark skin. "Ready!" He confirmed. "I need answers first." "Then I get that kiss?" He asked desperately. I wondered if the guy really belonged to the Mafia. He was just not tough but stupid.

“Church girl by day, desperate slut by night. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Lira.” His fingers moved faster. Circles turning into light slaps. The wet slap-slap-slap echoed softly in the small booth. I bit my lip to stay quiet. Someone could still be in the building. He leaned over me, chest against my back. “Don’t make a sound. Good girls stay silent while their blackmailer plays with their pussy.” The pressure built fast. Shame and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger. Just as I was about to come he pulled his hand away.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

If someone had told Lucas that he’d be in the situation he was in, he’d probably knee the person in the balls and then punch him in the guts just to feel better. It wasn’t just the threat—he’d faced plenty since his rise to power, and this wouldn’t be the last. But this one was different, far more effective. Especially coming from her lips. Mia Roseford, his Mia, even if she was hell-bent on ignoring it. Her eyes widened in fear as she waited for the condition he would set. He was beyond hurt. He would have given it to her if she approached him politely. Instead, she had turned to blackmail. Was that really what he was worth to her?