Gumball Blackmail Porn Novels & Stories

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. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I indeed liked it, but little did I know to what will that night of fun lead me. I was high and turned on. I fucked two random girls that night, only to discover it was all videotaped. I became a "human bite". Have you ever heard of human bites? It's someone who tricks someone into having sex, recording the act and then blackmailing them. In this case, the girls were blackmailed for the tapes to be sent to their parents. They weren't random girls after all. It was usually the rebels. Went to that party against their parents' will. Only to suddenly disappear. Well, they weren't suddenly disappearing. They were blackmailed until they give up and accept their misfortune. Either they become pros

“Every night you’ll stay late. Every hole will belong to me and if you’re very good, I might even let you keep your job… and your secrets.” I looked up at him, still leaking his cum, my body trembling with aftershocks, and whispered the only truth left in me. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” The blackmail had become something far more dangerous. I was completely, willingly and wickedly ruined.

Two days after I first blackmailed Rachel, my phone buzzed at 11:47 PM. It was a video from her. Exactly like I ordered. She was on her marital bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in her pussy, pushing out the last bits of my dried cum from the other night. She was moaning softly, calling herself a dirty whore while she rubbed her clit. The video ended with her cumming, biting her lip so she wouldn’t wake anyone.

I came multiple times, shaking and sobbing in pleasure as they used every hole. When they finally finished, both men unloaded inside me. Damien released deep in my pussy, and Marcus flooded my ass. I lay on the table, a wrecked, cum-soaked mess, panting heavily. Damien stroked my hair almost gently. “Whoever this blackmailer is, I’ll find them. Until then, you keep serving. Understand?” I nodded weakly. “Yes, sir.” As I slowly got dressed, my phone buzzed again. Good girl. Tomorrow at lunch, you will fuck the new intern in the copy room while someone films it. Fail, and the gangbang photo goes viral.

She had the phone of the man she blackmailed doing her dirty work. Unknown to many, gambling is also one of Caroline's hobbies. But unlike usual gamblers, Caroline is there hunting for people she could make her puppets in doing her dirty works. She has money to burn from her family, but she wants to hang out in places like casinos and gambling houses for reasons like she had today.

Pete moved on, "That has to happen...but back to you, baby girl. Since you've clearly proven yourself, we're ready for those special new ones we got for your birthday...you got more birthday bang to go!" I added, "We'll take off the blindfold, to let you see what's coming...you're gonna love'm!" She grinned from ear to ear, when she saw what was ahead, as he continued, "We got two very special Big Black Pornstar dildos, molded from Isiah and Anton...BBC pornstars! You already got a little taste of Isiah...what d'ya say more Isiah?" "Definitely...yes, more Isiah!" "And then here's Anton!"

The sight hit him like a physical blow, desire surging hot and urgent. It had never occurred to him that Belle could be like this—so bold, so unrestrained. She was usually so shy, so easily flustered by his dirty talk. But this Belle was different. “Belle,” he breathed out, voice rough. “What are you doing?” “Masturbating, ahhn...” she panted between soft, lewd moans, not even opening her eyes. ****😳😳****

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

He has accepted me for who I am but that may change when he finds out I can make a man orgasm with my feet. “Is that why Derrick is mad at you?” “No, Derrick has no idea, but I slammed the door in his face earlier because he grabbed a new blackmail envelope from my door and I was afraid he would read it!” Daniel gasps louder, “Oh, my god, Audrey! What does the blackmailer want?” I sigh, “Money…” I say softly. “Money? But you don’t have any.” I take a big gulp of my drink, “I have some. I earn a wage at my job.”