Gumball Blackmail Porn Novels & Stories

I pulled out my phone, clicked some sites, and began to read from it. "A waitress in her early thirties swindles money from hotel residents by using their naked pictures to blackmail them." Vanessa's eyes widen, and her firm resolve starts to crumble. “Stop please!” I continued, “Forgery, blackmail, and thieving!” “Seb-Seb, that's not–"

Could I still pretend if I did? I opened it and my breath caught in my throat. Photographs, Videos, Conversations transcribed, Payments, receipts, signed agreements. There were things I couldn’t unsee, things that made bile rise in my throat. Dominic in hotel rooms with boys and girls too young to even be near him. Blackmail, payoffs, secret clubs where lines blurred into depravity. My hands shook so hard I nearly dropped the mouse. I clicked on one video without thinking. The screen came alive, and what I saw made my stomach twist. Dominic with a little kid, the boy looked eleven to twelve years old……….

“Then help us find the real one.” Lala wipes her face with the back of her hand, rough and angry at herself for the tears. “Fine. Maybe I am guilty, but only regarding the money. I needed it. That part is true. I am the one who blackmailed Naomi to send us the videos. I needed the money, so I used what I found on one of my... let’s call them adventurous nights. I saw them together, so I blackmailed them... Naomi and Edward. That is on me. And maybe that’s why that gonorrea con patas is trying to frame me!!”

Lenny exhaled as he watched. A guilty Rachel looked on as Sally swallowed his spunk for a third time but Sally herself was feeling exultant inside. Surely they had recorded footage already that they could use to blackmail him. They'd both been pointing their arses at the camera as he thrust his fingers powerfully in and out of their pussies. Nobody would believe his he had a wrist weakness now. And even right now, Lenny was masturbating forcefully obviously become more and more aroused by Sally's show despite his recent ejaculation.

His eyes studied my face, and his voice went low, “You don’t look great. What is it?” My voice shook, as I raised my phone up to eye level. “T-there’s a sex tape of us out there.” My entire body shivered with emotion as I said the next words, “A-and I’m being blackmailed with it.” Heavy silence echoed in the elevator after the word bombs dropped from my mouth. A moment later, his eyes narrowed and his voice went dangerously gruff. “What?”

I found that surprising, but I was even more surprised she knew. "I didn't know you knew about them." "Of course I knew. They've been pulling this shit off for years." Years? And did sweet Mrs. Gavelle just say "shit?" Moments went by. "So that's your plan, huh? You want to blackmail me into showing you my body." I shrugged. She thought. "And if I refuse?" "Then everybody at the church gets an email of your husband's video," I bluffed. "I wonder what other qualifications Pastor David has."

“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

As long as he got enough cash to gamble with and buy his stupid drugs, he would be fine. Could anyone get enough cash to gamble though? A loud rip brought me back to the present. I glanced over my shoulder to see Gav shoving my ripped panties into his pockets. He had a rather severe look on his face, that just made me get wetter. I yelped when he spanked my ass and teased my cunt with his fingers. "Oh god yes, that feels good," My head dropped on the desk as I got finger fucked from behind. I would think about how to deal with Jordan later. Not now when my brain slowly turned to mush.

“It started the night of my shutout. I sent a video to an anonymous Dom on a kink app. Thought it was safe. It wasn’t. Callan received it. He’s ‘Sir.’ He walked into my hotel room with the video and gave me an ultimatum: be his personal stress relief for the whole season or he’d leak it and tank my career before it started.” Tate’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t interrupt. His sarcastic mask slipped into something more serious. I kept going, the words tumbling out faster now. “It was blackmail at first. Raw, filthy, gear still on, total surrender in hotel rooms and empty arenas. But the app isn’t just kink. There’s a gambling syndicate behind it. They’ve been collecting videos. They’re pump

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.