Blackmail Erotica Novels & Stories

she moans into my neck, her teeth digging in hard enough to hurt, but that pain only mixes with the pleasure, making me moan even louder than I thought I was capable of. “You’re my dirty, little whore. My cum slut….” She licks the blood she’d drawn from my neck. “Look at your pussy… still leaking from under the desk like a desperate slut.” She snarls. Her fingers pump hard, curling viciously against my g-spot, my knees feel weak, but Lira pins me to the spot as her fingers brutally molest my cunt, making me gasp and moan, begging for more. Wet, lecherous squelching fills the bathroom, louder than my broken whimpers. Juice sprays out with every thrust, splattering onto the tile floor between

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

She whimpered against the cloth as I leaned closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear while my fingers worked between her thighs. "You look so wet and ruined for me right now," I murmured, my voice dropping into a dark rasp. "Look at you, squirming on my bed like a little slut just waiting for me to take you. You have been craving this exact thing, haven't you? You wanted me to pin you down and make you my good girl." She let out a muffled whimper against the gag, her eyes wide and shining in the dim light as she nodded frantically against the pillow.

Every movement made Elias’s cock throb harder. Elias couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of him. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! It feels… it feels so good… fuck!” His hips started moving on their own, grinding down against the mattress, then pushing back against Damien’s mouth. Shame burned hot in his chest, but the pleasure was stronger. He could feel himself getting closer embarrassingly fast. *This is so fucked up. He’s my stepbrother. He blackmailed me. He fucked me raw yesterday. And now he’s eating my ass like it’s breakfast.*

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

“You blackmailed me into fucking you because you wanted me quiet about a merger?” “No.” He leans closer. Breath warm against my ear. “I blackmailed you into fucking me because I’ve spent two years watching you pretend you don’t want it. Watching you blush when I stand too close. Watching you clench your thighs under the conference table every time I use that tone with you. I wanted you broken open. On your knees. Begging. And this,” he gestures vaguely at the phone, the lingerie, the cum drying on my thighs,“this was the cleanest way to get it.” I feel sick. And impossibly turned on.

Almost eager. Just this morning I'd been over there with only a short time available to play. Certainly long enough for a good blow job, and a chance to drop another load in her deliciously tight pussy. The conversation had been especially titillating. "Why me?" she asked, relaxing next to me as I rested and caught my breath, having just filled her still steaming twat. She'd given up asking me to pull out. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you had pictures of both Misty and Donna, why'd you decide to blackmail me?" She asked it seriously. She had turned on her side, and was looking at me expectantly.

He slammed into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. “You like being used like this?” he grunted. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, sir, please, don’t stop, argghh” He slapped my ass hard, then rubbed it gently. “Dirty girl.” His cock hit deep, over and over, until I was right there again. “Come for me, Emma,” he growled in my ear. “Soak my cock with your juices.” And I did. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and wild and endless. My vision blurred, my thighs shook, and my scream was muffled by the sheets.

I'm feeling so dirty, so naughty, showing off to this anonymous man though a hole in the wall. I bend forward close to the hole, my breasts dangling down, and talk to him through the wall. "You like my tits? Watch me pinch my nipples for you." I put one breast inches from the hole and pinch the nipple, then the other. I go back to the hole to whisper to him again. "Is that pretty redhead sucking your big fat cock? mmmm ... you like the way her full red lips wrap you up and suck you? Watch me play with my wet, hot pussy while she sucks your fat cock."

Voss’s fingers traced the curve of my ass, then dipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. “You’re soaked already,” he said with dark satisfaction. “The thought of being blackmailed by your boss turns you on, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t deny it. A soft whimper escaped me as two thick fingers slid along my slick folds, spreading my wetness. He circled my clit with agonizing slowness, teasing the sensitive bud until my hips twitched. “Answer me, Lila.” “Yes,” I breathed, shame and lust twisting together in my belly. “It turns me on.”