Blackmailed Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“You are going to be my good little girl. For real. You’re going to do everything I say, when I say it. No arguments, no hesitation. You will be my live-in fuck-toy. My own personal slut to use as I see fit. In return, I will keep your little secret. Your mother will never know what a depraved little whore you are. Do we have a deal?” I stared at him, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. This was the stuff of twisted fantasies, the very kind I had been watching on my laptop. But this was real. The man standing in front of me, my mother’s husband, was blackmailing me into being his sexual slave.

Elena’s tits bounced with every thrust and she moaned like a whore. “Harder, baby! Fuck me harder! Oh god, your cock feels so good inside me!” Dad grunted deep and animal. “You’re soaked, Elena. Who the fuck got you this wet?” “You did,” she lied, wrapping her legs around him tighter. “Now pound me like you own me!” He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, yanked her hips up and slammed back into her from behind in doggy style. Elena’s face pressed into the pillow but her moans still came out loud and broken.

It's as if the shimmer is an unspoken challenge daring me to learn if he lives up to my fantasies and his reputation. I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis." He doesn't correct me, and since he called me Miss Jones, I surmise we are being professional for the sake of the others in the office. Of course, I've told Shana all about the deal I proposed to Duncan; however, I didn't tell any of my coworkers. It hardly seemed appropriate lunchroom talk. "So guess what I did today? Wrong. I blackmailed Mr. Willis into being my plus-one for a wedding in a podunk town in Indiana. Nope. Really. Well, he agreed because I caught him in a compromising situation that I didn't report. Oh, and we'll be sharing a be

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new 'beginning' of sorts in our sex life. That evening I went through my collection and picked out 'Behind the Green Door', the Marilyn Chambers flick where she is kidnapped by devotees of a sex club and forced into a group sexual encounter after being ravished by a black man. I was very pleased and also more than a bit surprised when Alexis agreed to view the film with me. I got everything ready in our bedroom upstairs - towels, pillows, vaseline, and got the film ready in the VCR. I was almost

Austin rewarded me every single time. We learned each other’s bodies perfectly. He discovered I loved having my nipples sucked hard while he fingered me. I learned he lost control when I called him “baby” while deepthroating him. We came together, over and over, in a haze of sweat, cum, and whispered filthy secrets. But we were careful. No marks that couldn’t be hidden. No slips on the phone calls. When Selina video-called once, Austin sat across the room while I chatted normally, my pussy still leaking his cum from ten minutes earlier. The danger made it addictive.

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

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.*

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

He had to grab her hips with his large hands to keep her in place. The sound of the raw sex filled the room—a loud, wet, slapping sound that echoed off the walls. Thud. Thud. Thud. The bed was creaking loudly. "Do you like this, Sarah? Do you like being taken like an animal?" Liam barked. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Don't stop!" Sarah screamed into the pillows. She was losing her mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. She felt like she was being hunted and caught over and over again. Liam was hitting her center with a relentless force. He was a big man, and he was using all his weight to push her down into the mattress.