This is a long one. It happened all over the span of a year so bear with me. I (F28) always had a thing for taken men. To me it was just a game, would I be able to seduce them? Would they resist? I’d flirt, tease, seduce, tempt until I got what I wanted and as soon as I knew they were mine, i’d lose interest and move to the next one.
This is not something i’m very proud of (which explains the throwaway account). In any case, this is a confession about that time when this little game of mine backfired.
I met this guy at work, he was married and really good looking. As soon as I saw him, I knew I had to have him. So the game started. At first I’d go out of my way to act like I barely noticed him. I wanted him to think I was out of his reach. I did not want to just throw myself at him, while i’m fairly certain it would have worked just as well I wanted it to be fun.
Everyday i’d pay extra attention to how I dressed. Sexy but classy. Dresses that would hug my curves nicely, paired with high heels. I felt sexy and confident. Now and then i’d catch him staring at me and i’d be please with myself.
Since we were working on the same project, we would spend a lot of time together and we got to know each other more. Within a short span of time we got really close and comfortable with each other. We’d flirt and tease all day. He’d find any reason to touch me, put his hand on my shoulder, brush his fingers against mine or brush my hair out of my face. He just could not keep his hands off me.
I knew he wanted me, but I played hard to get while still teasing him. I’d “accidentally” press my boobs against his arm while leaning over to look at his screen to see what he was working on. I felt like the cat playing with its food.
In order to keep his interest, I started sending him pictures. At first, I sent pictures of myself in sexy poses but with all my clothes on. Then I started taking it further, i’d go to the bathroom at work and remove my panties and take a picture of me holding them. This little game was really fun. By the time i’d be back at my desk, i’d notice him at his, shifting his weight on his chair, stuck with a hard-on he was trying to hide.
The more time went by, the more daring I became. Pictures became videos and soon rather than just my panties, I started removing other pieces of clothing as well. After a while there was nothing left to remove, so I started playing with myself.
By then I knew I had him. I mean the whole office saw how he looked at me. It was not only that he wanted me, no, he needed me. I knew I could ask anything from him and he would give it to me, on a silver platter. It was time to put an end to it now. I had won this game. We both took a day off and he came at my place.
When I welcomed him at the door, I was wearing a black lace bra and panties and high heels. My hair in a loose bun, some red lipstick on my lips and some black mascara over my eyelashes. He stood in the doorway, unable to take his eyes off me, unable to find his words. I smiled, and told him to come in and closed the door behind him.
We barely made it to the couch and his hands were already all over me. He kept saying how much he needed me, while planting kisses all over my body. He was like a hungry man finally being served food. I took my time undressing him, I took his shirt off and kissed his chest. Then I got on my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He still had his boxers on but I could see he was already rock hard. He sat on the couch and I got on top of him. I kissed him, then his neck, whispered in his ear how bad I wanted him to fuck me while grinding on his cock. He undid my bra and took it off. He grabbed both my tits and started playing with them kissing them, gently biting on my nipples.
As much as this was just a game for me, I won’t deny that I wanted this man as bad as he wanted him. I got up and took my panties off while he was taking his boxers off. I got on my knees, grabbed his rock hard cock and started sucking him. I normally would have taken my time, teased him a little before taking him in my mouth but I could not wait any longer. I wanted to feel him in my mouth as i’m sucking him.
He sat on the couch while I gave him a blowjob. I’m not sure which one of us enjoyed it more. I absolutely love giving blowjobs. Making a man moan as i’m sucking on his cock, feeling how hard he is in my mouth, licking him, swirling my tongue aroung his head, running my tongue along the shaft as i’m making my way to his balls, sucking them and licking them before going back to his cock. I was just getting started when he told me he could not wait any longer, he had to have me now.
I got on top of him, held his cock in place as I was slowly lowering my body. I locked eyes with him as I was sliding down his cock. When he was finally balls deep inside me, I leaned over and kissed him while slowly grinding on him. I was getting ready to ride him when I felt his body tense. Without any warning whatsoever, he exploded inside me. Shooting ropes and ropes of cum deep in my pussy.
Normally I would have been pissed. Even though I am on birth control, I don’t normally let guys cum inside me. But I was so proud of myself. This guy could barely control himself with me. He apologized but I just kissed him and told him that was hot af. When I finally got up, his cum was leaking out of me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and returned with some wine. We drank, made out, teased each other until he was ready for round 2.
Fortunately, he was able to last much longer and did not instantly cum as soon as he was inside me. We spent the day fucking and drinking and he left in the evening after his wife would not stop calling. That night I went to bed exhausted but with a huge grin on my face.
The affair went on for a few more months but I was quickly losing interest. He had mentionned wanting to leave his wife for me so I knew I had to put an end to it asap. I did not want him to leave her. This was never the purpose. I wanted to see if I could get him. I was curious to see whether he would be able to resist me. Now that this little experiment was over there was no need to keep this going. The sex was great but I did not want to deal with the rest. He was already getting too jealous of any man i’d speak to. I had to put an end to it.
So one day after work, while we were having drinks, I told him it was over. I made up a bunch of excuses as to why this could not go on. At first he was silent. Part of me felt bad about it. I did not want to hurt him. But it was done now, and the best thing we both could do was move on. We sat there in silence for a while. I felt really uncomfortable and wanted to leave. He finally spoke. He told me it sucked that it had to be over but if that was what I wanted, then he had no other choice. The rest of the conversation was polite and awkward. As soon as I finished my drink, I made yet another excuse and left.
I did not let this bother me for too long. As a matter of fact, as soon as I had left the bar I was already wondering who would be my next plaything. I’ve caught my married neighbour looking at me a few times. Maybe him? No, it would be too easy. I needed someone more challenging.
The next day my married colleague came in very early (which was very unusual). As soon as he saw me, he told me needed to talk and if I could join him in the meeting room. I did not want to but knew I had to. The least we could do was keep things cordial between us. As soon as we were in the meeting room, he closed the door behind us and handed me his phone. On there were all the pictures and videos I had sent him. I was shocked that he still had them. I never specifically told him to delete them but I always assumed that since he was married he’d delete them before going home. Clearly I was wrong.
I was confused, why was he showing me this now?! It took me a few minutes to fully grasp what he said next. This fucker was blackmailing me. If I did not want those pictures leaked, then i’d better reconsider my decision. He was not willing to let me go. He was sorry it came to this, but clearly I was not thinking straight if I thought we were over. It would not be over unless he said otherwise. I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was this the same man I had been toying with for the past few months?!
I did not know how to respond. I open my mouth but nothing came out. He took his phone back and put him in his pocket. I finally snapped out of it and asked him what he wanted from me. For the time being, nothing, he just wanted to inform me that we were not over. Then he told me we were going to have a few drinks after work and we would talk more then.
I went through all sorts of emotions that day. At first there was the initial shock, then the anger, and finally fear as I was fully grasping the situation. I did my best to avoid him all day and when 5:00 pm finally came, I wanted to go back home. I needed some time to think about this. I told him I was not feeling well, but he was having none of it. It was either we went out for drinks or he was coming back to my place. Neither option was appealing. This was not something I was willing to discuss in public but I did not want him back at my place either.
I finally agreed to have him follow me back home. Maybe I could convince him to let me go. Maybe if I cried it would work. If not i’ll threaten telling everything to his wife. Surely this should get him off my back.
When we finally got home, I offered him some wine and poured myself some. I could not go through this sober. We sat on the couch, but this time I kept as much distance as possible between us. At first there was silence. Was he waiting for me to say something? I decided to go first, maybe I could shut this whole thing down before it even started. I told him I was sorry about how things ended. That as much as it was fun, we were not meant to be together. I could not live with myself if he ended up leaving his wife for me and I could not keep being the other woman always waiting for crumbs.
I was so proud of myself. This excuse sounded so genuine. Of course I was not willing to tell him this was all a game. I did not want to anger him. As the final nail in the coffin, I shed a few tears and waited for him to respond.
He remained silent for a while. When he finally looked up, he told me he was sorry he was putting me through this but he just could not let me go. He needed me too much and while it might not be the ideal solution, we should just enjoy the time we had together. So far it had been great so there was no need for anything to change.
I wiped my tears. My hands shaking, I could barely control my anger. I got up to pour myself another glass of wine. I needed to be careful with what I was about to say next. This was already a bad situation, there was no need to make it worse. When I finally calmed down enough, I looked at him. He had not moved, he was still on the couch, watching my every moves.
I took a deep breath and proceeded with plan b. I told him if he did not leave me alone, I would tell everything to his wife. I had the messages to back me up.
I was shocked when he started laughing. What the fuck was so funny about what I just said?! This asshole did not care whether or not his wife learnt about us. The only thing he wanted was me. Again, he reiterated the same threats that he had made this morning. This was the end of the discussion. He would not have it anymore. We had lost enough time as such and he wanted more from me right now.
He got up and walked towards me, took my glass from my hand and put it on the table. He slowly undressed me. When he was done, he turned me around, bent me over the table and started touching me. As much as I hated it, my body was responding to his touch. He had months to explore and learn my body. He knew exactly what to do. He rubbed by clit and fingered me until I was wet and ready for him.
When he was satisfied with his work, he took his cock out and started teasing my opening. I hated him so much yet I wanted him inside me. When he finally pushed himself inside me, a moan escaped my lips. I felt so ashamed and angry with myself. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying his cock but again I was betrayed by my own body. It only took him a few thrusts to make me cum. My legs were shaking, he grabbed me by the hips and buried himself deep inside me while I was having an orgasm.
When my orgasm finally subsided, he resumed his thrusts. Each one more powerful than the other. His grunts and moans only turned me on even more. I felt so helpless.
When he finally came, he did not even bother pulling out. He knew I did not like it when he came inside me, but I guess he really did not care what I wanted anymore. He planted a kiss on my back, pulled up his pants and left.
I knew this was only the beginning. From now on he would have his way with me whenever he felt like it and there was nothing I could do about it.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/nqqq55/blackmailed_into_submission