Blackmail - Page 21
Jess and Taren were best friends who have known each other for the last 14 years. Jess 19 years old and Taren 20 had grown up together since the beginning of their school days. Jess is a stunning 4’10” brunette with 36 b breast and weighs 105 pounds



Chapter Thirteen Joseph smiled as he entered the living room and saw the naked sleeping teenagers on his couch. All of his training as a cop had faded away. Now he was willing to pound his cock into two underage pussies, and one belonged to his own daughter


DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read



I woke up with a start,breathing heavily. What had happened? I couldn't see! Panicking, I moved my eyes this way and that, but all I could see was black. I whimpered, terrified that something had happened to my eyes. I blinked furiously, all ok



*Please note: This is a work of fiction. This story is not real and any attempt to recreate it in real life makes you a terrible human being. I do not condone this behaviour, the fantasy just gets me excited



Chapter 17 I woke up this morning with a bit of a head ache. Not sure why, but I feel that it had something to do with last night’s events. As I lied in bed, waiting for the headache to go away, random scenes from yesterday were flashing back through my confused adolescent mind



The next morning James had a hard time looking at his mission companion in the eyes. He was embarrassed about secretly watching Seth jerking himself off the night before



“The series of coincidence’s leading to the day my friends Susan Meyer, Lynette Scavo, and Gabriella Solis got together began two days before what would ever be referred to as “The Incident”
Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable



I’ve been happily married for 10 years to my wife Andie. We have three small children and I always thought our marriage was fine. Andie is a 32 year old large breasted Italian girl with a small waist and a nice round butt. Her lips are pouty and full
"Hey! Time to get up, you lazy bum!" I felt something slapping me in the face, which woke me up. As soon as I sat up, I felt a sharp pain deep inside my head. What the hell happened? Where am I? Was there someone here? Squinting my eyes, I scanned my environment



“Until when are we going to continue like this?” Alex asked after finishing masturbating on cam for me. We have known each other for the past one year through social media, but have never met in person
Alexis was getting ready for work, she kept thinking, ‘How could she have gotten herself into this?’ She thought. She had cried the entire way home. In the shower, she had a rage attack, screaming and throwing the bottle of shampoo



Saturday came and I still hadn’t heard from Rachel. I also wasn’t yet ready to call her for our next tryst. I certainly wanted to. In the time before Rachel, since I had last been with a woman, it had seemed that my sex drive had gone cold



This is primarily an erotic bdsm detective story / murder mystery though it probably belongs best in reluctant or non-consent. It might be a bit heavy or extreme for some tastes, so be warned before you start. If The Redhead in the Killer Kollar was at your limits, this is beyond them