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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?"

Pechorin stepped toward me, broad shoulders blotting out the light from the window, his heat and alpha pheromones and hard gray eyes filling all my senses. “Seizures, strokes, spinal deformation—you obviously don’t have that last one. Tremors. Your hands were shaking yesterday. Hearing loss, although that doesn’t seem to be an issue for you. Seems like the kind of thing you might want to disclose to a potential mate, doesn’t it?” The hypothetical stroke might happen right now, actually. Terror held me rigid against the wall. He was trying to blackmail me. Extort the money I’d have paid him to mate with me without doing anything but threaten to expose me, and by extension, my family.

Still, my body betrayed me, pushing back to meet him, chasing the release I’d been denied last night. He leaned over me, chest against my back, lips at my ear. “You’re not just wet,” he growled. “You’re dripping for a man who’s supposed to belong to someone else. Does that scare you?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Good.” His hand slid around to circle my clit with perfect pressure. “Because I’m not marrying her for love. I never was.” The confession hit me like a spark. Not enough to explain anything, but enough to make the guilt twist into something darker, hotter.

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

“Stroke your cock, Alex. Elena, finger your cunt. You’re both going to cum while begging me to keep your secrets.” They obeyed desperately. Alex jerked his thick cock furiously while Elena rubbed her clit, both of them moaning my name, calling themselves my slaves, my whores, my blackmail bitches. I stood over them, fingering myself, until I came one last time, squirting across their faces. Alex exploded first, thick ropes of cum shooting across Elena’s tits and face. Elena followed, shaking and squirting on the floor while crying in humiliated pleasure. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile. I stroked their hair possessively.

"So what? Do you want to buy more for home?” "Yes .... OK ... but I have an idea and I want to try the idea with you .." Although in her heart Alicia knew…this must be a perverted ending, she ended up curious and asked Alex for an explanation. "What do you mean continue?" “We can have a hot steamy making love....on the table…. There will be many styles that can be practiced…from doggy…to doggy peeing, elephant's baby.…” Alicia had pouted because their discussion is pornographic. But finally, she burst out laughing, after hearing the doggy style of peeing. She imagined what it meant.

All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead. Another sob drifted up her throat when he finally entered her, and pain; mind numbing pain scorched her at the harsh thrust. This might not be rape, but it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

"You look a bit flushed." "Just the heat, Ester," Ryder said as Ruth-Ann's heel pressed firmly into his base. "It's been an... exhausting day of confessions." Ruth-Ann didn't stop. She moved her foot faster, her toes dancing over the seam of his fly. She felt like a whore, a brat, a monster and she felt like a goddess. She was the one in control. She was the one making Father Blackthorn sweat while his sisters and his bride-to-be sat inches away.

Isla sighed deeply but before she could say anything, he hung up on her. “Do you think that will work?” a familiar feminine voice spoke from behind him. He turned to face the naked woman, with her legs wide open enough for him to see her wet cunt. “He licked his lips lustfully, “Emotional blackmail always works on her,” he replied, walking towards the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting to ready to fuck myself with a vibrator, why?” she asked, reaching for the drawer that belongs to Isla. “Fuck no! You came here to be fucked by me,” he exclaimed, salivating at her cunt.