Blackmailed Sex Stories Novels & Stories

So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 2** Lila woke up the next morning feeling like she had been fucked by a hurricane. Her body ached in ways she had never imagined. Her pussy and ass were swollen and tender, still leaking faint traces of glowing demon cum that tingled warmly inside her. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and claw scratches. Her throat felt raw from screaming and choking on Azrael’s monstrous cock.

Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole. Lia screamed as both massive cocks stretched her to the limit. “Feel that? Two cocks ruining your holes at the same time,” Ethan growled, choking her lightly from behind. “Say it.” “I’m a whore!” Lia wailed, voice broken. “I’m a dirty fucking whore! Use me…. wreck me — please!” Jax slapped her tits hard. “Gonna turn this nerd into the team cum-dump.” They pounded her mercilessly. They pulled out and stood over her spent, ruined body. Cum poured from her gaping asshole and stretched cunt onto the mat. They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“You started by hiding some lame camera in my office. Wanted to seduce me. And not only that, you watched my private shit. Came on my unconsented recorded video sex tape.” He could hear her heart beating from the phone call—fast, erratic thumps that bled through the speaker, like she was pressed right against his chest instead of God-knows-where in her apartment. “Are you blackmailing me right now?” she asked, her voice small but edged with something defiant.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

he let on, hands settling on my breasts. "All our money he used it for himself. Ironic enough, he used it in drugs, in alcohol and taking girls every single night into fancy hotels. It all exhausted, depending on the thought of using Jeremy's money just for himself," he recounted, massaging me breasts. My head laid on his broad shoulder as feeling of ecstasy took over me. I was getting information that I needed without even trying along with the amaizing sex. His thumb rubbed against my clitoris as he continued. "He doesn't even afford a good place to sleep, just because he's trying to lock out his pain."

"I want to remove the word 'blackmailed' from your marriage," Dr. Viraj said. "You can't remove it because I blackmailed her. I told her I would share the CCTV Footage on her wedding day if she failed to call the wedding off and I was going to do it. She knew I would do it and called the wedding off."