Stepmom Blackmail Novels & Stories

he said. I did. “I need your mouth on me,” he said. Voice low. Desperate. “I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Need to come down your throat. Please, baby girl. Please.” I stared at him. My stepdad. Begging me to suck his cock in the back seat of his car. I licked my lips. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked quietly. He groaned. Head falling back against the seat for a second.

"She confessed her feelings for me yesterday at school. When I rejected her, she grew a deep-seated hatred for me. She drugged the three of us, locked us in a hotel room, and even hired people to take nude photos of us!" He gritted his teeth, and his voice was so raw that it cracked. "She blackmailed us for 200 thousand dollars and told us that if we dared show up for the CEA, she'd post the photos online! It's all because she's terrified that we'd score better than her!"

"Right now you've got a queue." "A queue." "Yes a queue." He got up and pulled the door open, before looking back at me with a smug grin on his face and none of his father's manners. "Or I could open this door wide and go and find your mum and have a chat. Tell her what her daughter's been doing in my brother's jeep before breakfast." "You wouldn't." "I absolutely would. I'd do it in front of everyone. I'd be detailed." I lay there in the footwell of a stranger's jeep, naked, with my stepbrother's cum in my mouth, I weighed my options, and there weren't any I could negotiate. "Fine," I said.

"Officer, she's lying! She's a sick little bitch! She's fucking my father too! Her own stepdad!" The lead officer stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked between us. "Is that forced as well, ma'am?" "No," I answered smoothly, looking the officer straight in the eye without a single drop of shame. "I have a consensual relationship with my stepdad. And Julian found out, stole private footage, and used it to blackmail and assault me." The lead officer didn't waste another second. He stepped up, grabbed Julian by the shoulder, and yanked him off his knees, forcing his arms behind his back with a sharp click of the handcuffs.

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

"Are you in trouble because of it?" he asked me gently, and I shook my head. "No, Devin, I am not, but someone dear to me other than Sylvester is," I told him, and he frowned at me. "Stephanie is being blackmailed; they claim that the letter was written by her and caused Maurice's death. They said she sent it to you. She is the only parent figure in my life; everyone knows I have been an orphan for a long time. I do not want anything bad to happen to her. She has been through a lot. Devin, please. If there is anything you can tell me that would not make that letter admissible, if a hearing should occur would be kind.

I explained softly, taking a seat across from him. "Are you hesitating again? Or is it another one of your silly excuses?" He leaned forward, his handsome face growing impossibly cold and sharp. "I can't believe it. After everything you went through, you still can put up with him, huh?" I took a slow sip of water. "Maybe I won't be able to get a dissolution anytime soon." "Why?" His piercing gaze locked onto my face like a predator. "He's using my parents to blackmail me," I admitted, my voice dropping into a hollow, powerless whisper. "I completely underestimated just how malicious Luka could be."

Stephen's eyes shot hot flames at me and my lips quivered in fear as I struggled to find the right words, my gaze dropping to the plush rug beneath my feet. "I... I lied to you, Stephen." I stammered my voice barely above a whisper. "I told you the father of the girls was dead, but he's alive." I paused and watched as every word fueled the anger inside of him. "I don't know how, but somehow he found me and started texting and calling some months back. At some point, he started blackmailing me. He was threatening to reveal himself as the true father of the girls." "You lied to me, Kendall?" Stephen thundered, holding the fist formed by his right in his left hand as if he was trying to stop hi

“I was scared…” “Of what?” Stephanie cut me off ruthlessly. “That she would leave you?” Her eyes narrowed. “No, Kendrick. You were scared of looking weak. You were scared of people finding out you lost control of a situation.” She pointed directly at my chest. “And eventually, you stopped being a victim entirely.” Anger flared violently inside me. “Watch your mouth.” But Stephanie did not stop. “Yes, I blackmailed you,” she admitted bluntly. “Yes, I manipulated you. But after the first time, you still kept sleeping with me.” Her eyes glittered bitterly now. “So stop pretending that you stayed innocent through all of it.”

I hadn’t stopped crying since I left Stephan’s apartment, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stop anytime soon. Joelle opened the door for me, but once her eyes fell on me, her face fell. “Joelle, I need your help. I don’t know what to do,” I cried, walking inside. “Stephan filmed us when we had sex together, and now he’s blackmailing me. I either pay him twenty million dollars or he’s going to post the video online. He also told me he has other things on me, but I don’t know what else he might have. I only invited him once to my place, but what if he had installed cameras?” Joelle placed her hand on my arm, and I stopped talking. I was aware that I was rambling, but was I speaking too fast f