The Blackmail Gumball Porn Novels & Stories

You’re sitting here in my father’s house, hiding a terminal rot from my sister… If I decide to open my mouth to Ember or the Alpha leader before the lunch lines are set today, you won't even survive long enough for the decay to finish the job. The sheer, brutal stakes of the blackmail were a literal chisel pressing into the side of my neck. I was trapped in a golden cage, a dying ghost holding a six-month death warrant, while my toxic ex-boyfriend prepared to use my illness to dismantle whatever sanity I had left under this roof. But my leaking cunt completely, shamelessly betrayed me, the heat pooling heavily in my lower belly. Varg's cock was terrifyingly outside his trusses now, his zippe

she said, “Hоw does a уоung gіrl lіkе you afford a dеаl lіkе thіѕ multiple times?” “Blackmail,” Sаrа gіgglеd, “I саught Uncle Jim wіth hіѕ bіg оld сосk in the mоuth оf оnе оf mу gіrlfrіеndѕ a while back, and hе mаkеѕ rооm fоr mе whеnеvеr I want to соmе аlоng. I dоn’t mеntіоn hіѕ indiscretions tо Aunt Bаrbаrа and hе dоеѕn’t mеntіоn mine tо mу parents. It’s оnе оf that wіn-wіn ѕіtuаtіоnѕ.”

Kelly shrugged, unbothered by my pointing that out. "Let me fuck you," he said simply. "And then Angela won't have to know how irresponsible you were tonight--then your mother and father won't find out either. And you can keep watching the girls like nothing happened." His candor was not only shocking but it scared the hell out of me. "Are you blackmailing me?" I blurted it out. Mr. K just gave me a devilish grin. And just then, as if I wasn't embarrassed enough, I felt a gush of fluid pour out of me and onto the couch. As I looked down, I saw a large stain on the couch as Aaron's recent deposit poured out of me.

I go to G****e and search for my favorite pornsite. There, I grin and go to my history where the premium videos I paid for lay in order. And then I begin to watch them one after the other. Joseph Garren, my favorite pornstar bursts into the room and sees his step-sister playing with her clit with the help of a six-inch dildo. According to the video, he’s been secretly admiring the girl. So, seeing her sprawled on the bed like a sacrificial lamb with thick fluid gushing from her pussy onto the bed, he figured

He sees me and groans. He pulls out. Tips my face up. I look demolished. Mascara streaked. Lips swollen and raw. Spit drying on my chin. This is what losing looks like and he’s memorizing every detail. “Stay there.” He walks to his room. Comes back with a black bag. Unzips it on the floor in front of me. A wand vibrator. Matte black. A glass plug that catches the light. Lube. Leather restraints. Every item chosen with precision.

she said, her voice low and full of disgust. Had she been a few minutes later, he would have already posted it to his anonymous account. She wiped out all the chats, videos, and pictures that were on his phone. The brat had blackmailed girls in his school to send their nudes. Disgusting excuse for a human. Then she said, “Done,” as her hands finally stopped and she pressed the button with cold satisfaction. “What the hell? What’s wrong with my phone?” Billy Barton said somewhere across town. He was the rich brat who had been having fun sexually abusing his classmates.

Just then, his stomach rumbled, and he excused himself and went to the bathroom. The next second, his phone vibrated, lighting up with a message that turned my stomach inside out. “Make sure you record the process as evidence and send it to us for entertainment. We need something to hold onto.” The message was from one of his friends in their group chat. I stared at the words, my fingers shaking as I clicked open the chat. A whole thread of messages between him and his friends—talking about how easy I was, how they had a bet going on, how he planned to blackmail me with the video later to squeeze money out of me.

Grace gasped for air, coughing, lips swollen and shiny. “On the bed,” he ordered. “Legs spread. Show the camera how wet blackmail makes you.” She climbed onto the bed on shaky limbs, lying back and spreading her thick thighs wide. Her panties were ruined. Johnny hooked his fingers in them and yanked them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her pussy was on full display — puffy, pink, dripping, clit swollen and begging. “Look at that sloppy cunt,” he whispered, zooming the camera in close. “My stepmom’s married hole is soaked for her stepson.”

But I was a mess : flushed, sweaty and covered in my own cum, After a minute, I reached back and slowly pulled the dildo out whimpering at the empty ache it left behind. I stopped the recording with shaky fingers and sent the full video to the unknown number. Riley: There. I did it. Happy now? Unknown: Good princess. You looked so pretty breaking for me. I dropped my phone and rolled onto my back,staring at the ceiling. The lingerie felt sticky and gross now. Shame washed over me in heavy waves. I’d just fucked myself stupid on camera, called myself a sissy, and came harder than I ever had… all because some creep was blackmailing me.

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