Erotic Blackmail Stories Novels & Stories

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

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.

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

she whispered, even as her pulse raced with nervous excitement. They circled her slowly like predators. Marcus tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while two others , Jamal and Tyrone , moved behind her. Hands roamed. The zipper of her dress whispered down, and the fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a lacy black bra and matching thong. Her full D-cup breasts spilled heavily as Jamal unhooked her bra with practiced ease. “Damn, look at these tits,” Tyrone growled, cupping them from behind. His large palms squeezed firmly, thumbs circling her stiff nipples before he pinched them hard enough to make her gasp into Marcus’s mouth.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

“If I decide to open my mouth, just imagine the headlines, the scandal and the betrayal. Everyone will get to know that Jax Maddox’s shiny little lover isn’t who she claims to be.” My chest tightened, but I raised my chin, not willing to let the tremble in my face show. “If you think blackmail will work on me, you’re insane.” He chuckled. “Blackmail is such an ugly word Riley. Let’s call it… persuasion. You know the deal already, princess. You write the exposé I want—under your name. You tell the world exactly what I feed you. No edits, no second thoughts. You deliver, and I keep my mouth shut.”

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

My other hand held the phone steady, I got up and set it on the table capturing every movement, every tremble. I spread my legs as I imagined Jessica’s hand instead of mine, her thumb circling my clitoris where I needed it most, her tongue pressing lower. The thought made my hips lift off the bed, chasing pleasure , I craved her wet Pussy. My breathing turned ragged. Each movement got faster, wetter, the sound of it filling the room. I looked at the phone so the blackmailer would see everything my fingers were moving. I rubbed faster, I knew he’d stroke his dicks as he watched me ,my thighs shaking, the wetness glisten ,I got up and opened a drawer as I brought out a thick dildo like the one

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"