I knew Ava from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.
Tag: Blackmail
Seducing your brother’s husband. [MF] [Sister-in-law]
James was married to Samantha’s brother, Charles. The brother and sister duo looked a lot alike. A male and female version of the other. They looked very much alike in their faces. The eyes, the nose and the lips. And both of them had the same shade of golden honey brown hair. While Charles’s hair just about covered his ears when wet, the tips of Sam’s hair reached her shoulders. They both had glowing sun-kissed complexions, which only added to their appeal for James. Sam was 3 years older than Charles and James, both 28, but she was the least successful of the three, and still hadn’t managed to settle down with someone and make a home of her own.
Charles had nabbed James while they were seniors in college. James was a very successful entrepreneur and made over $400,000 a year now. But what attracted James to Charles was his confidence. He never tried to hide who he was, or apologized for the way he was. It was when they officially announced their engagement, when James finally met Charles’s sister Samantha.
Emma Stone’s Free-use Feet for Public Funding [MF] [Dub-con][Foot-fetish][Humiliation][Voyeurism]
(This is an intro to a scene that I’m planning to add to in the near future. This is fairly heavily focused on niche fetish stuff so definitely not for everybody, but I’m always open to suggestions and criticism.)
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**News Article Extract: “Foot-Fetish for Public Funding?”**
Our government has long been struggling to raise the funds necessary to uphold a minimum standard of public infrastructure… and with [recent blows to the economy] that’s only getting worse… In a bold, historic move, the US government has today declared a national lottery in which the prize is… 1 month unrestricted access to actress Emma Stone’s feet…
…Miss Stone, one of the nation’s top rated focus for foot-fetish fans all over the globe, has declined to comment. Her lawyers maintain that this is a gross violation of her human rights for one lucky winner…
…Despite the controversy – the lottery has so far raised an unprecedented amount of money and the government are looking at plans to extend the scheme in other ways…
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“*Psst!*”, Roger kneels beside the bed, his face illuminated by the soft green glow of the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 03:58AM.
Emma Stone’s Free-use Feet for Public Funding (Part 2) [MF, Dub-con, Voyeurism, Cumplay, Free-use, Feet, Socks, Scentplay]
(A short addition to my introductory post. I strongly recommend reading Part 1 first to provide context if you haven’t already, it’s not very long. I’m not sure on the sub’s policy of providing links so you can just find part 1 through my profile if you need to. Again, this is niche fetish stuff so definitely not for everybody, but I’m always open to suggestions and criticism.)
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**News Article Extract: “Blackmail: The Dark Side of Free-use Feet?”**
Emma Stone’s lawyers have today alleged that the so called “Free-Use Feet” arrangement of their client have led to a whole slew of sexual assaults and bodily violations through the use of blackmail. The concerns raised indicate that although the law only permits “free-use” of the subject’s feet, this freedom may also be used to coerce or blackmail the subject into additional sexual acts…
…”He wouldn’t let her sleep… He would threaten her that unless she complied, he would tickle her feet all night long for multiple nights in a row… Unless she complied with his demands”…
…So far the governmental body behind this new campaign for public funding have declined to comment…
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The Break Room Part 2 [MF][Blackmail]
If you’d like a refresher, here’s [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eutd8n/the_break_room_mmfblackmailvoyeuroral/)
I couldn’t sleep that evening.Every time I closed my eyes, All I could see was Heather.
I would imagine my hands grabbing her cheeks, pink and rosy from the lack of oxygen. Her hazel doe eyes staring intently at me as I face fucked her. I tossed and turned in anguish as I could hear her gagging at John’s cock, pretending it was mine. Putting a pillow over my head couldn’t drown the slurps, muffled cries, and gagging noises I heard earlier that evening.I grab my phone and look at the screen: 2:48AM.
My cock was raw. Raw from jerking off three times since I got home at 11:30PM. First, I choked the chicken by re-watching the video over a dozen times. After half an hour or so, I tried to make the bald man cry again. An hour later, I tried to make to make some Beef Strokenoff. Neither of them helped me get some shut-eye.Maybe I deserve this. I felt an ounce of self-pity with a side of disgust but just couldn’t bring myself to delete the video. At least, not until I do something with it first.
The Break Room [MMF][ORAL][VOYEUR][BLACKMAIL]
Where do I start?
I was tasked with closing the store. Again. As if coming to work for the Thanksgiving weekend and doing two weekends straight after wasn’t enough. My asshole manager John decided that I needed to help him close the store at 10:00PM. He said that I needed to take more “responsibility” if I wanted to be a store manager – which I agreed to. I didn’t realize that more “responsibility” meant working myself to the bone at this thankless shithole.
The only good thing about this place was Heather. She’s probably the only person who made this place even close to bearable. Brunette, doe-eyed hazel eyes, and a cute butt. She’s definitely on the cutesy, geeky girl who could easily have an insta-following. Lucky for me, she doesn’t. I can’t believe some guys pass over her because they’d rather fuck some shrimp-face with boobs than Heather. Thank god, some guys are so singularly minded that they wouldn’t fuck anything less than a 32B. Fuck them. I’d fuck her any time of day.
The only problem is that Heather wanted the same job that I’m vying for.
That and that she’s a lot better at ass-kissing. At least better than me.
The Break Room [MMF][Blackmail][Voyeur][Oral]
**Thansks to** u/Starwind_Amada **for the prompt. Story below. Anyone else interested in giving this a shot** [see the prompt here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ett17g/someone_please_write_this/)
# The Break Room
Where do I start?
I was tasked with closing the store. Again. As if coming to work for the Thanksgiving weekend and doing two weekends straight after wasn’t enough. My asshole manager John decided that I needed to help him close the store at 10:00PM. He said that I needed to take more “responsibility” if I wanted to be a store manager – which I agreed to. I didn’t realize that more “responsibility” meant working myself to the bone at this thankless shithole.
The only good thing about this place was Heather. She’s probably the only person who made this place even close to bearable. Brunette, doe-eyed hazel eyes, and a cute butt. She’s definitely on the cutesy, geeky girl who could easily have an insta-following. Lucky for me, she doesn’t. I can’t believe some guys pass over her because they’d rather fuck some shrimp-face with boobs than Heather. Thank god, some guys are so singularly minded that they wouldn’t fuck anything less than a 32B. Fuck them. I’d fuck her any time of day.
The Girl who Cried ‘Rape’ [Tags Below]
Abby had always gotten what she wanted. From the time she was a little girl to present day, she would pout and cry until her demands were met. While originating from a level of innocense, she quickly learned as long as she gave her partners what they wanted, she could get/do whatever *she* wanted. That is, until she started dating her latest boyfriend.
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Tags/Kinks: Third-Person PoV, M/F, Dubcon, CNC, Domination, Rough-Sex, Anal-Play, Toys
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“Im sick of passive dudes who act tough, but then can’t be bold in the bed!” Abby whines to her roommate, Jess. Jess had heard it all before and was growing sick of how needy and childish Abby could be at times, so she had been broken down to simply giving nods to respond. Abby didn’t seem to notice, too busy parsing through the pictures of available guys on her dating app, matching with the ones she found most attractive. Out of the 7 guys she began a new chat with, only 1 really caught her eye. *Ryan*. Ryan said all the right things Abby was desparate to hear, longing for someone who wouldnt just be walked over without having an aggressive personality.
He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]
Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.
The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.
Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden.
He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]
For those who missed it: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enlgbn/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_mforalcheat) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eo2uyf/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_part_2_the_slippery)
**Part 3:**
Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.
The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.
Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden.