Unexpecyted Developments Pt 2[MF][voy][inc]

“Once the blindfold goes on, you’re not to say anything and you have to obey every order, then when we get you on the bed, I don’t say anything at all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim replied, “Just like last night with reversed roles.”

Ten minutes later, Tim was blindfolded, bound on the bed with his arms tied straight upward and his ankles tied in a slight spread of his legs. Emma’s parents were gone again, they had plenty of time for this game.

Emma moved, Tim heard her go through the door, or rather, heard the door being opened. A few minutes later, he heard the crapper being flushed, the sound of running water and Emma came back into her bedroom. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard Emma, then felt her getting on the bed. From the way the bed was moving, she was going to be sitting on his face, he thought and sure enough, he felt a hairy pussy brush his nose. He didn’t need to be asked, he immediately began lapping at the pussy, using his tongue to search for her clit. He found it, started sucking it, using his tongue to lap it at the same time.

My Friends Join In Blackmailing My Mother Best Friend

Please see previous Blackmailing My Mother’s Best Friend posts for background info. I had told Paula our deal had been completed. But that changed when I found out she was still cheating on her husband. This time my girlfriend Nicole saw Paula walking into a hotel with the same man. (Nicole had been at the same hotel for a work related event) I came with up an idea for more blackmail. I told with 2 of my friends, Jim and Rick about Paula. Both men were about 30 years old. Jim was slender and Rick had a more muscular body type. They were both interested in having sex with Paula.

Jim, Rick, and I went to Paula’s house. Paula was wearing a yellow dress. Jim and Rick were wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Paula was wondering why I was there with 2 men that she didn’t know. I told Paula that Nicole saw her cheating again. I told Paula she would need to have sex with Jim and Rick. In order for me to continue keeping her affair a secret from her husband and other people. Paula protested and said “I thought this was over with.” I said “It would have been if you had learned your lesson.” Paula knew I had leverage and agreed to go along with it.

26 [M4F] She was supposed to be treating me for sex addiction, not taking advantage of it.

**PLOT** You were supposed to be one of the best therapists, at least according to the reviews.
I came to you looking for help, after years and hundreds of women, I’ve decided I want to settle down and start a family, but I can’t do that if I’m constantly thinking about sex. I was a sex addict through and through and I was coming to you for help.

You seemed pretty unassuming, * Dr. Sydney Ann family counseling*
There were no pictures of you online, but I assumed you were a female. I wasn’t sure how I felt about talking through all the sex stuff with a women, but you were supposed to be really helpful so I went through and booked my consultation.

The second I walked into your office, I could tell I didn’t make the right call. Sitting across the room, behind a big wooden desk was this fit, tight, middle aged women. Black framed glasses partially covered by her long, dark, amber hair. Smooth, long, creamy legs crossed under the desk, paired with some short black heels. The red blouse, tight and hugging her breasts.
* I can’t do this with HER, look at her. This is way too uncomfortable, I won’t say much this session and not come back again*

My Little Sister accidently took a love pill and now she’s in love with me – Part 2 [INCEST]

Link to Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

**Love pill**

**Chapter 2**

Ava’s morning routine ran like clockwork.

She would wake up around half-past six, take a warm shower, then come out of her room, dressed in her school uniform with her hair damp.

It would be around seven by then and I would always be in the dining room, eating my usual breakfast of thick cut beef sausages and creamy scrambled eggs. My younger sister would head to the fridge, with Instagram in one hand, and take out her overnight oats that she had made the night prior.

She would chop up a banana and sprinkle some mixed berries into her cold oats, all the while fixated on her phone, before taking her seat right opposite me. Usually, our eldest sister, Lucia, would sit there, but Ava liked to take that spot if she wasn’t home.

We would never make conversation, the only sounds in the dining room coming from her phone speakers, and sometimes when she hummed a pop tune.

But on that day, the dining room was silent as we ate our meals. The insane idea that maybe the pill had magically worked and my little sister would love me again hovered at the surface of my thoughts.

Dribbling Barista [FF]

(Possibly part 1. Written after a prompt of sorts and chat with an interesting Redditor!)
She had me at my first visit to the little coffee shop, or at least in as much as I decided to make it my regular stop each lunch time to brighten my day. It wasn’t like I was planning a relationship with her and had no idea if she was even interested in women. But she looked cute, with those big doll eyes and slight cheeky smile. Her mouth was surprisingly large on a small face but with her full lips it seemed to work. She always wore a slightly low cut top and I can’t say I’d ever complain about a little cleavage on show. Her breasts seemed small but very firm, or could just have been a bra 1 size too small. Either way, whenever she saw me she smiled, probably like with every customer, and she lifted my mood a little, so I kept going back not thinking much more of it than a little eye candy for the day.
Her name was Demi, which made me smile as the very first time I saw her she had a little something at the corner of her mouth, shiny and moist, rolling down to the side of her chin. She wiped it away quick but that’s probably what hooked me. I have a thing for really messy sex and copious amounts of saliva really do it for me. Hence my cheerful attachment to dribbling Demi.
After a few weeks of this I was on my way back from the bathroom. Oh yeh, the bathroom at the coffee shop! Well that’s a hole other type of gay story, if you know what I mean!? Ha ha. Any way, there’s a small spot just before you turn round the corner to the counter where you can see through a small gap between shelves and the giant coffee machine. You can’t normally see the actual coffee being made normally as it’s out of view, but I got a good view of Demi and couldn’t believe it.
I nearly tripped in shock as I can to a haunt. Probably my mouth was ajar slightly as I watched place the freshly made Latte about six inches under her mouth and then let a good shot of dribble drop into the cup. My heart suddenly pounded as I watched it the shiny thick stringy clear goo pass over her gorgeous lips and drop in slow motion. It all happened in moments as she gave a quick stir, wiped the spittle off with the back of her hand and went to deliver the coffee.
I was in absolute shock, head spinning, yet aroused and excited.
Demi suddenly became more than just a passing fancy.
I was there again as usual the next day but made sure it was my coffee she was making as I peeked through the crack. I can’t even tell you the joy I experienced sipping my coffee in front of her and nodding thanks, knowing it was her dribble as the secret ingredient, as she gave me a little crooked smile, not knowing that I knew her secret.
It would be boring and long, not to mention a little sad for me to go over my full blown stalker mode week where I watch and ended up videoing her dribbling into the cups. Or the fact I repeatedly played and came to those same short videos in the evening. How sad am I? It’s not like I can’t get a girl if I want, but those video just blew me away for some reason.
So I found me and Demi sitting in my apartment one evening. I’d left her a note for her to message, which she had. We’d interacted a bit more recently and I’d started to think perhaps she might be interested but wasn’t really sure. She’d come willingly to my apartment, whereas I’d originally planned to….um…..let’s say encourage rather than blackmail her, using the video. In my defence I really was caught up in the moment!
She was shorted than me and really looked good tonight. Her top was a little lower and looser, so after a few glimpses I was fairly certain her boobs were very firm and it had nothing to do with a bra.
“Thanks for inviting me over” she said with a little smile, “I haven’t got a lot of friends here and you seem really nice.”
I was insane, that was obviously the answer as I dived into a rambling nonsense of why I’d invited her over. It all had made sense in my head and I’m really very controlled normally. There was something about liking how she looked, seeing her dribbling into the coffee cups, effectively stalking her (she looked shocked briefly!), that I really did like her, and like her as more than just a friend, I was a lesbian, I’m really not a total crazy, but I have a thing for dribble and saliva, she seems nice, blah blah blah.
She was quiet for a time, staring down at her drink. She almost whispered, “I have a condition where I over salivate. It’s worse when I’m excited or stressed.” I let the quiet last for a bit. “There’s no where to spit there and if I swallow too much it makes me feel sick. So you know…” She gave a little shrug.
She looked up at me and I stopped breathing. A little drool was creeping out the side of her mouth. “I kinda like you too…”
My heart stopped for a moment and then pounded like I was a dog in heat. I swear if I was wearing underwear it would have been soaking!
My slow planned seduction plan was gone and although a nice slow build up would be lovely for all involved, including the reader of this, I really didn’t feel like I had time right then and just went on instinct.
Which means I ended up on the sofa nervously leaning into those big full lips…
As always that first uncertain kiss tasted so good! Lips on lips and as we squeezed together dribble squeezed out of her mouth into mine…I was in heaven!
She pulled away and flushed a little, “sorry…I should go spit or something…”
“Please don’t!” I begged! “Or at least don’t do it somewhere else.” I winked.
I held her face with one hand and put my other like a cup under her chin. “Please…” I whispered.
She looked shocked or surprised or disbelieving for a moment and then a look of resolve.
Her lips parted a little, glistening as she pushed the liquid from her mouth, slowly down her chin and into my waiting hand. There was so much I couldn’t hold it all, but once she was empty I used my free hand to unbutton my shirt. I was terrified she’d think I was a freak, but just could stop myself. I wasn’t wearing a bra and once I pulled my shirt back I leaned back and let the goo drop to my breast and then rubbed it gently around. I was clearly aroused and couldn’t believe it when she reached forward to reveal my other breast then lowered her mouth to my nipple.
She held eye contact the whole time as she played the nipple around between lips, teeth and tongue. I simply lay there enjoying the moment for a while. Her wet sticky saliva applied to my own breast by my own hand, while her lush lips caressed my other breast and nipple, her saliva glands stimulated and leaving a trail of slime everywhere she went. I wrapped my free hand around the back of her head pulling her into me, groaning as I did it.
Her hand slipped up my leg, easy access with the skirt I had on, finding my soaking wet mound. She stopped and smiled in surprise for a moment, “sooo wet!”
After a good squeeze and rub, making me squeal a bit, she pulled her hand out and sat back up. She inspected the hand covered on my juices and then holding eye contact with me she placed her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. I truly have never seen anything hotter in my life!
She stopped and pulled her loose top off over her head. Her breast were small. Maybe a handful, but we’re the most solid little globes I’d ever seen in my life!
“I want to try something,” she said, “lay back and spread your legs.” I complied immediately, suddenly realising I wasn’t in charge at all.
She flipped up my skirt and leaned over me. She gave me the deepest kiss I’d ever had, holding our bodies just out of reach but close enough I could feel the heat from her. As she pulled back she let herself leave a string of dribble between our mouths which suddenly fell away back into my face.
Her hand reached down for more of my juice and spread it across my breasts. Then she leaned her body down so her amazing little breasts met my pussy and rubbed them slow and hard together. I swear her nipple was harder than a finger and I could feel it each time it flicked past my clit. Her rubbing became smoother as her breast became drenched in my liquids. As she moved it spread across my body. She pulled my hand into her mouth and sucked my fingers, sending me to heaven and creating even more messy drool to play with.
She took now saliva covered hand after a few minutes and rubbed it over her face. She looked so beautiful and hot covered in shiny messy juices as she rubbed my pussy with her hard breast! She blew my mind and body at that moment and I came like I never have before, releasing more juice over our already drenched bodies!
“My turn now,” She winked through my haze, “where’s the bedroom?”
To be continued…

The Blowjob Arrangement

Inspired by the amazing feedback I got on another recent post I decided to finally finish an old draft. I hope I’ve managed to keep the tense and perspective straight this time. It does switch from past tense to present tense half way, that is intentional.

Themes include free use, submission, oral, power differences, small cock worship, bondage, infidelity, and blackmail. I hope you enjoy.

Fifteen years ago I was in a near impossible situation. My entire school career hinged on this final presentation and I was about to fuck it up big time. I asked my classmate James for help, pleaded, begged even, and all he did was shrug and say “you deserve to fail”. I was out of ideas.

“I’ll suck your dick!”

I didn’t even consider what I was offering, but I wasn’t going to let years of school go down the drain. James let out a loud laugh then looked at me like I couldn’t be serious. James was brilliant, but cocky and had a tendency to rub people the wrong way. He had few friends who appreciated his demeanor, and no female friends that I knew about. He was tall and stocky and usually looked unkept, but he was handsome enough if he would just put in an ounce of effort.

A Blackmail Tale

This night was never going to end, Jules thought miserably as she tried yet again to insert the dry erase marker into her tiny virgin asshole. She had been at this task for almost half an hour and it just seemed so fucking impossible!

“How can he actually expect me to do this EVER!? Much less in 30 minutes!” she muttered in frustration.

But even in the midst of her turmoil, Jules knew she had no one to blame but herself for her humiliating predicament. At first she had tried to blame her poor judgment (understatement of the century) on 20 years of unmet sexual needs in a marriage that otherwise was good. Then she had reasoned it was just a midlife crisis, spurred by years of giving everything she had of herself to everyone but herself. She had been a faithful wife, a loving mother and a dedicated teacher. That last part stung the most, given her current location for these acts of debauchery.

“Ding” she glanced down at her phone message:

“Little slut…times almost up. You don’t want to disappoint me again, do you?”

No. She absolutely did not want to disappoint him. She had learned that lesson very quickly.

Blackmail in Action – Julia’s Timebomb. Chapter Two.

In October of 2021, while the world and its silly leaders were spinning the wheels, somewhere in the hidden depths of the internet, horny people were reading the story of a girl who was driven by her innermost desires into the challenge of her life. I call her Julia, but you know that’s not her name. As Ting Tings once said

>”three-letter word just to get me along. It’s a difficulty, and I’m biting my tongue.”

You can find the first chapter in sexystories. Look it up in my profile.

“*Uuuuuu … finally! Took you long enough! What the fuck were you doing all this time?” “Well, you know, I got a life. Puzzles to crack, bitches to tame. It’s all hard work.” “You never answered my question. Was this real?” “If you didn’t figure it out by now, you may never do, but I’ll throw you a bone. Stick around for this story and, if you’re smart enough, you may find in there some clues to your path.” “Ok, tell me the story.” “Here we go:”* d

Blackmail in Action – Julia’s Timebomb. Chapter Two.

In October of 2021, while the world and its silly leaders were spinning the wheels, somewhere in the hidden depths of the internet, horny people were reading the story of a girl who was driven by her innermost desires into the challenge of her life. I call her Julia, but you know that’s not her name. As Ting Tings once said

>“three-letter word just to get me along. It’s a difficulty, and I’m biting my tongue”.

You can find the first chapter to that story here:

>!sexystories doesn’t allow links. Find the first chapter in my profile.!<

*“Uuuuuu … finally! Took you long enough! What the fuck were you doing all this time?”*

*“Well, you know, I got a life. Puzzles to crack, bitches to tame. It’s all hard work.”*

*“You never answered my question. Was this real?”*

*“If you didn’t figure it out by now, you may never do, but I’ll throw you a bone. Stick around for this story and, if you’re smart enough, you may find in there some clues to your path.”*

*“Ok, tell me the story.”*

*“Here we go:”*

**d**

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Pride comes before the fall. [TimeBombChallenge] [TBCwriting]

Step by careful step, Lena drew close to her destination. A nervous energy had taken hold of her body, urging her to go faster. The blonde wanted to run, to make her feet pound the floor in the same way that her heart was pounding against her ribs. Lena wanted to but knew that she couldn’t.

Despite the nerves edging her on, Lena couldn’t race through the corridors without attracting attention. Ikea had many hidey-holes but it there were always customers as well and Lena didn’t know which were the ones hunting her. From the moment she had set a foot inside Lena had been sporting a blush on her cheeks at what she’d hidden in the building. Each time her eyes lifted from her feet the gazes of the people around her burned into her skin. As if they knew what she’d hidden here. With a shallow breath, a thundering heart and a wetness that made itself known with each step, Lena kept walking.