Blackmailed Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

"I did. Officers, I'd like to report Mr. Charlie Langford for extortion. The amount involved is substantial." Charlie was stunned, but so was I. "F-Fraud?" he barked, looking at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Madeline? I received the money, but you're calling the police on me now? No matter what, we did sleep together! That's a fact! How could this be a fraud?" "A fact?" Madeline smirked. "Charlie, oh, Charlie. You didn't actually think a 100 thousand dollars was enough to bribe my driver and drop me onto your lap? I spent millions on professional bodyguards. Do you honestly think they're less reliable than a driver?"

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.

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

I then started moving my hands on the inner aspects of her thigh and she started shaking in pleasure. I thought that it was the correct time to convince her to do as I say. So I told her that she will work under my bodyguards' watch or her father will go behind bars. Yes, I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have blackmailed her. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her weakness. But what else can I do? She leaves me with no other option. I guess she has taken a pledge to never listen to me.

“Give me those tits.” I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief. Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?” I nod. He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

She asked. Lisa was trying to blackmail me and it was working, she truly alone could give me the maximum satisfaction I needed in bed, other women were usually too lazy, some would even chicken out at the size of my dick, and others would cry from the beginning to the end of the sex. Most of them are usually very boring during sex and deliver very horrible satisfaction and I feel like I had ed my time in the end.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV The next morning hits me like a literal truck as sunlight shines through the windshield, piercing my eyes so that I jolt awake.

His hand moves under the covers and I know exactly what he’s doing, replaying every second he witnessed, And I lie still feeling something open between us that was locked for years. He rolls toward me. Pulls me in. His cock is hard against my back and he enters me without asking, rough and desperate, nothing like the careful sex we’ve had for years. His hand in my hair, his hips driving into me with a desperation I’ve never felt from him. “Tell me what they did to you,” he whispers. So I tell him. Every detail. Dante’s thickness stretching me wider than Marcus ever has. Paul’s politeness while he bounced me on his cock on our couch.