Tag: Blackmail

Nicole’s Bet, part 1. [Ff][huml][blkmail][reluc]

"You really think you can beat me?"

Jessica looked back at Nicole who was barely keeping up pace for their morning jog.

"I've been getting better you know."

"Yea yea, but you really think you could beat me in race? You know I just finished that mara-"

"Marathon god yes I know, everyone you talk to knows. It’s all you can do not to brag about it every two minutes. But I am tired of hearing it. If you are so confident in your abilities why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Or are you too scared?"

I knew Jessica would take the bait; in fact, I was counting on it. I have been hoping to find a chance to knock Jessica down a peg or two. She has always been the arrogant and boastful friend who had it way too easy through life. She had perfect long blonde hair, green eyes, beautiful sun kissed skin which she always like to show off. She of course never had any problem finding cute boys who would fall over themselves to have a chance with her. I am not going to lie, I have always been a little jealous of Jessica, who wouldn't be? I also might have had a bit of a crush on her too, which is why I could feel myself already getting excited at the thought of my plan actually coming to fruition. Read more »

Christmas shopping can be fun – part 3 [Mff]

“Where?” I gasped. I began to thrust my hips faster, face fucking Sandy now in a desperate attempt to get my rocks off before our party was over. I was still worried about being caught of course, but a man that close to an orgasm doesn't always think logically. “Where?” I gasped. I began to thrust my hips faster, face fucking Sandy now in a desperate attempt to get my rocks off before our party was over. I was still worried about being caught of course, but a man that close to an orgasm doesn't always think logically.

“Behind you,” Candy hissed.

I turned and saw a middle-aged lady staring at us. She had a Santa hat on, something that all the store employees were wearing, so I knew she wasn't just a curious customer. This could be real trouble. She had one of those phony 'can I help you' smiles on her face, but hers eyes had a suspicious look to them. She probably thought we were trying to shoplift something. She was about twenty feet away, and coming t oward us.

“Shit,” Candy hissed, “Terri, it's her. Get the hell out of there. She's coming!” Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]

I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"

"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again. Read more »

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (1-3) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

I'll Be a Mommy's Uncle! by DiscipleN

It's was dull around the house after my father died. You never know what you're going to miss about a person until he's gone. I'll never miss his cocaine frenzies or the occasional flings he flaunted before mom, but my father was a pretty fun guy otherwise. I was pretty young to be certain of my memories of the time he spent with me, but I know I was never bored. When I turned eleven, it seemed like the three previous years without Pop were one eternal drag after another.

You see my mother was very strict and proper, and she decided, soon after my birth, to ensure I never followed the outlandish path of my father. Curfew was instilled in me the day I left the crib. Sundown meant straight to bed, lights out, and no noise. I could play with friends, but only from after school 'til dinner time, five o-clock. She dressed me conservatively, short haircut, comfortable brown shoes probably designed by the Amish, and she only bought starched white shirts and permanent press gray or tan trousers. I was drilled in every pleasantry and courtesy, and learned manners fit for a duke. In religion she was a tad more flexible, Methodist or Southern Baptist. She took me to both every Sunday. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) [inc] [m/F] [mdom/Fsub]

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support)

by DiscipleN

"H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself. The small circle of women listening may be my last hope to escape dire circumstances. My marriage is on the verge of collapse. My eldest daughter has fled our home, and my youngest boy will undoubtedly, soon discover his older brother's crimes against me and his father. I am filled with fear, but right now I am more afraid of these middle-aged women huddling in the light of one candle, who may be able to keep me from going insane.

This group is supposedly one of many around the world comprising an organization in only the loosest sense. Most are in America where it started some time after the civil war. No one knows who started it or where it began, but it wasn't well organized until the fifties. Before then a few lucky thousands of women were helped. Now it's guessed that hundreds of thousands of son ravished mothers have been helped. It still isn't officially an organization. There aren't leaders. Most circles hardly know one other. Unlike AA, if you're lucky enough to be invited into a group, that's the only group you'll likely ever have. Read more »

The Meeting [M/F]

I tap my pen against the hardwood desk, watching the clock slowly make its way past three o'clock. Sweat drips down between my breasts and my hair sticks to the back of my neck, making me feel even more uncomfortable and anxious to leave.

I glance out of the window, my torment, as I see all the people down below in the warm air walking up and down the sidewalk. It’s stampede season and the street is buzzing with excitement and activity, cowboy hats moving through the crowd like bees in a hive. I would give anything to be going to the grounds with them for an ice cold beer, but instead I am stuck here. Awesome. I just wish our 'guest' would hurry up and get here.

“What time is it?” My boss snaps at me as he glances around for the clock, which could be going backwards if it were moving any slower. He's anything but his usual self, and is fidgeting in his seat, looking very irritated. Read more »

Help finding a [blkmail][reluc] story about a MILF modeling shoot gone wrong!

I came across a fantastic longer story. I dont remember the genre or the title but the plot has stuck with me ever since.

The story is about a mother, who gets selected (or volunteers) to model for baby products/food. she gets picked up in a black sedan and driven far out of the city to the shoot. during the shoot the photographer has her get naked and says that if she doesnt comply she can walk the many miles back to the city. she agrees (reluctantly) and does all that he asks. he says that he needs to get a picture with a guys dick in her ass and that once he gets the photo the guy will just thrust near her ass. she wants the guy to just get it in in one trust so that its over and the photographer makes a deal with her that if she is able to take the whole thing it, the anal will be over but if not, he gets to fuck her ass until its loosened up for the guy. she obviously cant take it so he proceeds to fuck her asshole. the shoot keeps going and winds up with her pretty much getting gangbanged before the shoot is over. she gets washed up and taken home where she meets her babysitter and her child on her front steps. Read more »

It was only one photo [MMF] [STR8] [BLKMAIL]

It was about a quarter past eight when i finally got to my stop. I was exhausted after working a 12-hour shift at the restaurant. Being a waitress is not that easy when you live in a rough neighbourhood, a petite blonde girl and only 23 years of age. Every time i walk past, 'that house', i clutch my bag to my chest and hold the necklace with the cross i got from grandpa.

I was born in a very strict religious household, my parents were catholic. My dad was a minster and my mom a housewife who was involved in the church. They kicked me out of the house for shaming them. I never had sex, till now, i am still a virgin. However, i made the mistake of sending a dirty picture to this one boy in my catholic school when i was 18 and in my senior year. I honestly believed him when he said he would not send it to anyone. But he ended up sending it to my parents. Thankfully, no one else found out because the police forced the boy who i sent it to, to delete it. Read more »

First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]

I always knew I was different.

I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed. Read more »

The Secretary’s Surprise [MT] [blkmail] [reluc] [trans]

My day was going pretty good. I had just hired a secretary last week, and man, did that make a big difference. Good god, dealing with the new healthcare exchanges is a pain in the ass; I'm so glad I could get someone to do it.

She was hot, too, and dressed a little bit more provocatively than I would generally condone, but she seemed like a hard worker; she wasn't using her looks to get out of work, and eh, it is a relaxed dresscode environment.

I got an important sales call, and figured I'd have her drive me and, you know, help with the sale. Good looking women always helped with that, and her pantsuit was a little bit shorter and a little bit lower cut than regulation, but she was still pretty professional looking.

So we get to the auto-parts distributor; The meeting goes well; I turn up my pesudo-country boy charm, and successfully convince them that I can handle their datacenter needs, and that I'm the sort of guy they can handle talking to. Read more »