Blackmailed Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Kamala dropped the pen after scribbling her signatures unto some papers. She was seated in a luxurious office with five men in the Sexizen building. Sexizen was a popular p**n company in New Orleans that only took in amateurs yearly. Kamala's family were back in Seattle and they were facing major crisis currently which pushed Kamala to go into the sex industry after dropping out of college and facing countless job rejections or minute offers. Her father, Robert Jameson was arrested two years ago for the murder of the man who had tried to rape her younger sister, Amie. Amie fell into trauma and her dad's arrest worsened the matter.

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

I came with a muffled scream around Julian’s cock, my thighs shaking, my pussy gushing around Lizzy’s fingers. Julian pulled out of my mouth and moved down my body. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed back into me, fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. Lizzy straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my tongue. I licked and sucked while Julian pounded into me, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. “Fuck, I’m close again,” Julian groaned. “Gonna fill you up one more time.” “Do it,” Lizzy moaned, grinding down on my face. “Breed that tight little pussy.”

I groaned softly. My dick was hard as fuck. There was a dull throbbing pain that came from having my dick crammed up in such an awkward position. "That will be all." She moved away and covered her body. I was tempted to beg her for a little more time but I knew there would be more if I played my cards right. She was going to transform me from a sex bud to a sex god. I left her place and got to school on time. Will was devastated to hear I had taken the bet after all. I told him about all that had happened with Carl and how he had introduced me to Barbara.

Damien leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat possessively while the other reached around to rub tight circles on my clit. “You like that?” he growled into my ear, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You like being bent over your boss’s desk like a whore? Getting fucked where anyone could walk in and see you?” His dirty words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the pressure building fast and intense. It really had been so long since I’d felt anything this good, this raw. Every thrust made my toes curl in my heels. Every filthy word made me wetter.