Tag: Blackmail

The Craigslist Hotwife [MFM] [MF] [Group]

Craigslist casual encounters have become sort of an inside joke over the years.

*Isn’t that how people get stabbed?*

Until recently, I’d never met anyone from the site. But I figured if someone can find the Declaration of Independence at a garage sale, surely there must be some attractive people on there, right?

One Saturday night, bored and horny, I decided to browse the listings. A quick search of the F4M section confirmed my initial suspicion. Every post was either a hooker, bot, or catfish. Figuring attractive single women would opt for a dating app over Craigslist, I switched to the MF4M section. After browsing a few ads in the Los Angeles area, I came across one that seemed promising.

The couple was seeking a single male to join them. The boyfriend enjoyed watching men with his girlfriend but also wanted someone comfortable enough to allow him to participate.

*Finally a job I’m qualified for.*

The only photo attached to the post was of the girlfriend on elbows and knees, in a hot pink bikini, face obscured by wavy, blonde hair. I did a quick reverse image search to make sure the photo hadn’t been stolen from another site. No hits. Good sign. Read more »

Emma Watson Was Late for the Golden Globes [Str8][celeb][blkmail][voy][reluc]

I actually found this prompt via another subreddit, but took a little too long to get around to writing it. Enjoy.

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*Prelude*

“Bloody hell!” Emma Watson hisses as she walks into the gas station convenience store. She was late for the Golden Globes, currently in the process of missing the red carpet, and if her driver didn’t route them properly, she might also miss the award she up for, not that she had any hope of winning, but that, at least, she was resigned to. And now she had to sue the loo, desperately so, which was how her driver somehow got turned around, off the highway, and into area that could barely be called a neighborhood. The place was basically deserted, but the lights were on.

She glanced down at her white dress, short for an awards gown, but still presentable. Thw white of the dressed gleamed in the flourescents as she clicked in her heels over the pavement toward the entrance. Her breasts bounced with each step, free under the front of the dress, tied with a big bow at her collar. The dress was more or less backless but for a narrow stip of fabric that prevented her ass from falling out. She couldn’t have worn a bra if she wanted to, and the designer was adamant that nipple tape would show through the fabric. Instead, as she walked into the shop, her nipples hardened in the blasting AC, and in the brighter light, you could almost see her nipples. “The paparazzi are going to love that.” She thought, grimly. Read more »

[FM] birthday fun caught, possibly [FFM]

This takes place a few years ago but it’s a fun story.

Sadie and her younger sister Missy have been friends of the family forever. Their mom and dad are best friends with my aunt and uncle, they’ve been around the family pretty much since we’ve all been alive.

Missy’s 21st bday fell on a perfect summer night in Ohio. Not too hot but perfect temps at night for going to the bars. A group of people met at missy and Sadies house to pregame and then go to the bars. Introductions were made to those who didn’t know each other and we pretty much got down to brass tacks of getting wild.

Ever since I can remember I’ve had a pretty obvious crush on Missy. She was and always will be, my first crush. So Missy is a beautiful girl in the classic sense of the word. Tall, about 5’10-5’11, athletes body. She played volleyball, basketball, and softball. Perfect hair. Thick, full, bouncing curls of golden brown. A smile that can melt the coldest of hearts, with a bubbly fun personality to match. Above average boobs for the athletic shape she kept, and long, long tanned legs that supported a thick firm ass. The kind of girl you look at think, no way is she in anyone’s league except maybe Tom Brady or Brad Pitt. Read more »

A day in the life of a sex slave Part 1 – The Morning Alarm. [MF] [IR] [blkmail, huml, Mdom, rimjob, watersports]

My vibrating anklet goes off, waking me silently without disturbing my Owner. I quietly stretch out the regular stiffness from my yoga-mat-on-the-floor bed while scratching off another day on my mental calendar, counting down until my father’s debts are finally paid off.

 

I slide my Owner’s covers gently to the side, careful not to wake him having learned the hard way what punishments would await an incorrect ‘alarm service’. I see his already hardened cock waiting for me, still covered in last night’s mess, as I climb onto the bed from the foot. His giant, hairy form heaving slowly as he still sleeps soundly while I pull back my hair getting ready to give him his daily wake-up blowjob. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth to gently start licking his oversized balls, somehow always swollen with cum despite his numerous daily releases.

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A day in the life of a sex slave Part 1 – The Morning Alarm. [MF] [blkmail, huml, Mdom, rimjob, watersports]

My vibrating anklet goes off, waking me silently without disturbing my Owner. I quietly stretch out the regular stiffness from my yoga-mat-on-the-floor bed while scratching off another day on my mental calendar, counting down until my father’s debts are finally paid off.

 

I slide my Owner’s covers gently to the side, careful not to wake him having learned the hard way what punishments would await an incorrect ‘alarm service’. I see his already hardened cock waiting for me, still covered in last night’s mess, as I climb onto the bed from the foot. His giant, hairy form heaving slowly as he still sleeps soundly while I pull back my hair getting ready to give him his daily wake-up blowjob. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth to gently start licking his oversized balls, somehow always swollen with cum despite his numerous daily releases.

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My Student Blackmails Me [Mf] [blkmail]

I don’t know what turn of events led me down this road, but here I am, just trying to make the best of it before I am fired or worse. I’m getting ahead of myself, let me explain. I’m a 32-year-old History teacher at a small high school up in North Dakota. It was my fourth year working for the school when it all went down. Just a normal start, the weather turning as we were in the midst of Fall moving towards another chilling winter, no doubt. I started my truck early that morning, wanting to get there before the rest of the teachers. Tradition had it that morning coffee and breakfast bar was available to all teachers on the first day of school. My mind ran at all the new students, hoping just for one or two to be interested in the topics of the Great Depression and World War II that I had learned to love throughout my University years, however in realization, I knew that most students would show no interest and just text on their phones throughout class. I grab my keys click the remote start and hear the truck roar in the driveway. The whole summer was pretty much spent shoulder deep in grease and oil creating the beast in the driveway, between the lift kit, the duel exhaust and the angel pillow shocks that truck could move a mountain. I was ready to show it off to the other teachers, especially the football coach who had a similar mind towards muscle trucks. Grabbing my bag and a bright red apple, I head out the door. Jumping into the warm truck made me feel like walking back inside dropping all these clothes and getting back in bed, no doubt a similar feeling all my students were having as they were getting up this morning. Read more »

Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch, Part 5 [MF] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

*Hiii asshole. Guess what I did last night? Told Bryce I cheated during my bachelorette. Literally every detail down to having my pussy eaten out on some guy’s desk. I even told him about a part you didn’t see. Long story short I licked like the biggest load of cum off my own tits. Are you imagining that now, virgin? Well hold on to that memory because guess what?*

*Bryce has cheated on me too. Guess what again? We don’t fucking care. We’re together because we happen to look and feel pretty fucking perfect together, so sorry your plan to ruin my life didn’t quite work. Anyway now that order has been restored in the universe you can take your blackmail material, shove it wayyy up your ass and go back to being a creepy loser.* :)

*Hope you remember how good my pussy felt because that’s as good as it’s ever gonna get for you or your fingers.*

*xox*

*S*

Christ. Only Summer would continue to call someone a virgin after literally watching him fuck her friend on her own bed.

Out of pure boredom in his cubicle, Evan reread her email. Read more »

I found my sister’s Reddit account (continued) part 11 (finale!) [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

I went to bed almost immediately after getting back from the awesome denouement at the hotel. As I closed my eyes and rested my head, I still couldn’t shake a strange feeling. I felt like an evil genius, but also I couldn’t help but feel kinda… bad. Had I been too harsh with the big reveal? Maybe leaving her cuffed to a bed alone for an hour was a little much. But she does like humiliation after all. Who knows, maybe Little Miss Pervert got a thrill out of it. She did cum even after I’d revealed myself. I attempted to ignore both the arousal and the guilt that twisted my tummy into conflicted knots. I fell asleep way too late. I don’t know when Rori got home.

I awoke to the strange feeling of having all this power and nothing to do with it. And, I had to admit to myself, still a bit of guilt. I brushed it away with the thought that she did it to herself. After all, what kind of whore meets up with a stranger to get fucked, without even knowing their real name? That level of dangerous sluttiness was downright stupid. And uncharacteristically risky on my shy sister’s part. Come to think of it, she didn’t even resist the idea of being naked in front of a stranger. Had I really turned her into a that much of a wicked sex addict? The thought of having completely corrupted my “sweet” sister made my hand go down towards my thighs almost instinctively… And then my alarm went off. Read more »

I found my sister’s Reddit account (continued) part 10 [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

I woke up the next morning as I was the night before, still wearing yesterday’s shirt and clutching Rori’s underwear. And the door was closed, I wasn’t sure when that’d happened. And someone (I hoped it was my sister) had draped me with the sheet. No matter, I had a big day ahead of me.

First off, I wasn’t going to just give Rori her underwear back, so I stored it away it as a trophy. But this being the weekend, she was still around to wash the sheets she’d dirtied (again). I took my sheets to Rori’s room and threw them on her bed like last time. She was on her laptop and acted all coy when we made eye contact. I gave her that “we both know you’re a slut” look and went on my merry way, empowered and excited.

I had to admit I hadn’t fully planned the previous night’s adventures. Mainly, I hadn’t planned on getting so ridiculously aroused and almost losing control of the situation. But though Rori wasn’t innocent, she was still naive, and she probably hadn’t guessed my real intent. How could she, really. Read more »

The Night Manager [FM] [Fdom] [Msub] [blkmail] [reluc] [exh]

The following story was written for a friend. He is the night manager of a local grocery store. This is my first attempt at erotica in quite some time. I wrote this quickly for him, you are reading a first draft. I plan on changing the ending. I hope you enjoy it! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

*She took one last look in the mirror before leaving. Her locs fell around her face, their crimps perfectly framing her sweet features. Her brown eyes staring back at her only reflecting pure innocence. She admired her full lips licking them as she took in the delicious image before her. Smiling, she blew her identical twin a kiss and headed out the door.*

Today was supposed to be her day off, her reprieve from working with demanding clients and incompetent coworkers. Instead she had spent the morning in the office as usual; phones ringing non-stop, pacifying angry clients, picking up the slack of her lazy coworkers. She was now spending the evening taking care of a few last minute items on her to-do list. She was throwing a dinner party tonight, much needed time with good friends, good food and good wine. As excited as she was, she was that much stressed. She wanted every little detail to be perfect. This would have been a breeze had she been able to stay home from work, but duty calls. She hadn’t been able to spend time with her friends in quite a while, this was very overdue. Read more »