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“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

The realization terrifies and thrills me. He fucks me relentlessly over the desk. The chain tugs my aching nipples with every thrust. His heavy balls slap against my clit. Footsteps pass right outside the door. Someone laughs in the hallway. The danger only makes me wetter, and hungrier. “Greedy fucking whore,” he snarls, reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly. “I’m blackmailing you and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat. What does that say about you?” “It says I’m yours, sir,” I sob. “It says you can use me however you want.”

Ric lay on top of my body, making me feel his full weight. ― Are you OK love? Are you feeling something? I hurt you? His voice had a worried tone. ― I'm great. Writing about sex is very different from reality. —Write about sex? So that's what you write? He looked surprised. —You got me.— I felt my face burn with embarrassment, and to make matters worse, he blackmailed me by asking me to show him my erotic books. I promised I would show it on one condition. — I promise if you eat me on all fours.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing my hard nipple through my blouse, making me gasp. “We’re offering you a deal. You keep the job. You become the department’s exclusive stress-relief toy. Our personal office cumslut. Used whenever, wherever, however we want. No limits. In return, these files stay locked away… and you get to live out every dirty fantasy you’ve been teasing us with.” The room is silent except for my ragged breathing. Seven hard cocks surrounding me. Seven powerful men waiting for my answer. I told myself I was uncomfortable. That this was blackmail. That I should run.

I felt so guilty thinking about Tom, my husband… but that guilt somehow made everything feel even hotter. I was a cheating wife getting her tits sucked by a big black man in my own house, and it turned me on so much I could barely stand. He kept going for a long time, switching between my tits, sucking one deep and slow, then the other fast and rough. He pulled them, squeezed them, licked them all over, covering my soft skin with his spit. My nipples were swollen and shiny when he finally pulled back. He looked down at me, breathing hard, his lips wet. “Have you ever sucked a black cock before?”

“Ohhh.” It’s even more intense than the table. The bed gives under us, adding a bouncing, force to every thrust. He’s hammering into me, his hips snapping forward with a violence that makes my teeth rattle. He’s bottoming out with every shove, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes the world go black. I’m being used. I’m being handled like a toy. And the degradation of it, the taboo of who he is and where we are, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me that’s almost painful.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.