Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Blackmail

“Church girl by day, desperate slut by night. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Lira.” His fingers moved faster. Circles turning into light slaps. The wet slap-slap-slap echoed softly in the small booth. I bit my lip to stay quiet. Someone could still be in the building. He leaned over me, chest against my back. “Don’t make a sound. Good girls stay silent while their blackmailer plays with their pussy.” The pressure built fast. Shame and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger. Just as I was about to come he pulled his hand away.

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.”

“From now on, every morning you send me a video of you masturbating before your husband wakes up. When he’s out of town, you belong to me completely. And next week, you’re going to let me fuck you while he’s asleep in the next room. Understand?” Her eyes widened in fear but she whispered, “Yes Daddy.” I walked back to my apartment and checked the hidden cameras. Rachel was still on the floor, touching the cum on her face, looking broken but touching herself again. She was getting addicted to the humiliation. The blackmail had worked perfectly. She was no longer the respectable married woman across the courtyard. She was my personal fucktoy now. And I had so many more plans for her.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window** **Chapter 2** Elena lay on her bed, chest heaving, legs still spread wide, Marcus’s thick cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. Her body was trembling, mind spinning. The man she had teased through the window for weeks was now in her apartment, standing over her like he owned the place. Marcus looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was still hard, glistening with their mixed juices.

scorching. Women were dancing and walking around naked while men were emptying their pockets... Some just kissed each other full on the lips while others made love... no, fucked on the chairs, the couches and even in the hallways. It was pure bestiality. Even though she saw this scene every weekend, she still felt uncomfortable in her thong. At first, she preferred to retreat to a quiet place so she wouldn't succumb to temptation. However, she wanted to know what it felt like to have sex, to fuck like crazy, to get plastered, to get high but... not like this! She had never known a man in her life and she had just turned 24, 3 months ago...

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?

I blowed Dry my hair and also wanted to fix things to get the smell of sex from the room before James got back. My phone buzzed with her message. “ I loved today. Please don’t pretend it wasn’t special.” I read it, then archived it without replying. I couldn’t let her get attached. I couldn’t afford to care. I was a married woman and beside it was a taboo .I couldn’t let myself fall This wasn’t love. It was blackmail. It was sin. I kept on telling myself I did it because of the masked man. He had something on me.I was lying to myself because the truth would hurt me .

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.

“I can’t believe I trusted you…how could you even think to do that to me? Felix was able to get one hand free and shoved her shoulder hard enough to break her grip. “But it was okay for you to record our sex takes without my consent?” Felix fired back, yanking her off him. She stumbled back, gasping, and he rolled on his side, coughing and clutching his groin with his face contorted in pain. “But it’s not the same thing! I never made those tapes because I wanted to blackmail you with them?! Arghhh….goddd….” She grunted

If someone borrowed her phone and typed H she didn’t want that to be the first suggestion popping up in google. After a little perusing, she found a blog about having phone sex without the awkwardness. Reading it, the advice seemed to be aimed at people in relationships. ‘Go figure,’ she thought sarcastically. 'There probably isn't going to be a specific article aimed at girls being blackmailed by their brother's bully,' Alice figured and decided to go with the couples advice. Heavy breathing and moaning were good apparently. ‘I can do that.’ The next bullet point suggested telling the other person what you would like them to do to you in explicit detail. It gave a couple examples. Examples