Blackmail Erotica Novels & Stories

“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.

His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip. “Have you ever taken a black guy’s dick before?” The question cut straight through the haze. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet again. “No.” A small, satisfied sound left him. He let go of my chin, reached down, and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower. The heavy weight of his cock sprang free...thick, dark, already half-hard and still growing as I watched. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.”

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?

I just can’t allow it. I reach down and find her core. I finger her with force, and she moans but whimpers, “Not so hard, Terry…” she whispers, but I don’t care what she likes or what she wants- I continue doing what I want. Once she’s wet enough, I shove her on the bed face down. Her ass goes up in the air and she groans with anticipation. I push myself against her entrance but grab the towel next to her, wrapping it around her neck. I pull back and lift her into the air as I choke the life out of her. I won’t let her ruin me- RUIN US. Audrey is my soul mate and Bella should have known better than to blackmail me.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

"I want you. Right now. Take off your clothes and bend over this desk. Let me fuck that stuck up married pussy." My breath caught. I knew I should refuse, but the combination of fear and forbidden arousal made my nipples harden against my blouse. "This is blackmail." "Call it whatever you want," he said, grabbing my chin firmly. "But we both know your cunt is already wet. Stand up, Dean Harper. Show me what you are hiding under that professional outfit." I stood on shaky legs. Marcus turned me around and bent me over my own desk. My breasts pressed against the cold wood. He yanked my tight pencil skirt up over my hips and roughly pulled my black lace panties down to my knees.