Tag: Blackmail Phone Sex

I Couldn’t Believe It

I did it again, spent all my money partying the other night. I called every dick in town that usually pays for pussy or head to make some money and every one is tapped the fuck out. I even called a gay chick I know that will pay me to knock the bottom out of that ass with my big black strap on. So I broke down and looked in the paper to see if I could get a quick gig somewhere and make some cash. I found an ad for someone that wanted help cleaning before the holidays. I set up the interview and headed over for the job. The chick was a homely as hell woman but she had a nice house so I knew she had money. The first thing she wanted me to do was to clean the guest bed room. She gave me the cleaning supplies and sent me on my way. I was deep into cleaning with my head phones on when I felt someone behind me. When I turned around and saw him the old feelings came rushing back and my pussy was instantly wet. It was my old flame and he still looked hot as fucking hell. It seems he has done pretty damned good for himself other then the homely chick he married. He grabbed my ass and started kissing me hard and I could feel his cock growing against my stomach. I knew what was coming the sex would be hot and heavy, he would spank my ass and make me squirt all over his cock. Nether of us cared that she was home and could walk in at any minute, all we cared about was the raw fucking that we both loved! He didn’t even notice the cell phone recording on the dresser. I will be using that later for a good fuck and money!

Two Cocks are Better than One: Tranny Phone Sex with Carla and Diamond

I remember the first time I met Diamond.  It was at her holiday office party a few years ago. I was her asshole boss’s date. He was a total prick to his employees, this I knew, but he had a big wallet and spoiled me with designer shoes, jewelry, spa days and trips. He knew I was a special girl, but no one else did. I was his dirty little secret. He considered himself a straight man with a reputation to uphold that would have been tarnished if it was discovered he loved having a 10 inch cock up his ass.

Well at this party, I saw Diamond and I just knew she was special like me. Pretty thing. In fact some folks at the party thought we were sisters. I was flattered. I wondered if he knew she was packing meat in her panties too.  I followed Diamond into the ladies room and told her I knew her secret. She asked how I could I know, and I whipped my cock out. Her eyes got big. I was the first special girl she had ever met. We got to talking. Turns out my date, her boss, found out her secret and fired her earlier that day. He told her she could come to the party if she said nothing to anyone. Essentially he was going to give her a severance package to just go away quietly.

Well seeing how I had been fucking his ass and sucking his cock for months now, I found his decision just a tad hypercritical. I told Diamond I was going to get her job back for her.  We walked back out together holding hands and watched him squirm. I whispered in his ear, “Hypocrite. Hire her back, give her a raise, or everyone will know you are a fudge packer.” He looked mortified. I texted him a few pics of us. One of me fisting his ass, another of him sucking my cock with cum all over his face, so he knew I had evidence against him. Some may call it blackmail, I prefer to think of it as social justice. I am proud to be a chick with a dick. No amount of pampering would let me ignore his hypocrisy.  I hate a closet fag.

I never saw him again after that, but Diamond is one of my best friends now. We have gotten into all sorts of mischief together, including blackmailing other closet fags. In fact, she the best kind of friend. We can shop together, pick up men together and fuck each other. Last week we threw our own holiday party to celebrate our 3 year anniversary. We got to drinking, then making out, then we both had hard cocks to contend with! I had mistletoe hanging from my throbbing rod, and of course Diamond kissed my balls and my cock. Her presence gets me hard. Next thing you know I am riding her pretty cock and she is cumming all over my tits. 

Now Diamond and I fuck each other all the time. How can we not, look at us? But, we love sharing cock together too. Especially unsuspecting cock. You know two cocks are always better than one. Don’t worry, your dirty little secret will be safe with us, well maybe!

Trick -r- Treat

 

I love Halloween!!

I am always excited for the young dad’s or young teen boys to come to my house.

I always get them to come into my house for one reason or another. 

I ask them if they want a trick, or treat…

My treats are the best.. 

They get blow jobs, butt sex, they can pound my pussy or fuck my titts. 

Most of them go for the treat.

Some how ever go for the trick. 

I sit them in a chair and blind fold them.. 

I put on my strap-on and make them suck my cock. 

Or I tie them to the couch and fuck their ass. 

A few men LOVE my tricks but there are the ones who where dumb enough to as for it.

Those men hate it, and often say they will call the cops..

I giggle and show them the video cameras I have set up. 

If you tell on me I’ll tell on you. 

The ones who love my tricks how ever always get a treat after words. 

What ever I do to them they do to me 🙂

Happy Trick-r-Treating!! 

Married Cocks

I can’t seem to go a day without a cock. I try sometimes, but it’s like an addiction for me. I like the attention from men and I like having all three holes filled with cum before it’s time for me go to bed.
I like fucking the husband’s of lazy housewives like they’ve never been fucked before. Their cock can find a home anywhere with me, there are no limits. I get off knowing that they are thinking of me when they’re inside there wives pussies. I like being the other woman, I like being the only woman. As long as I’m getting fucked, it makes no difference.
If I were to get caught by the wife of one of these married men, that would only make it better. I try to convince some to star in movies with me, but they are always too afraid. It’s such a disappointment. It would be a huge turn on to be in a porn with a married man! I’m going to need to try harder to make this happen, but I can think of a few ways to convince them…

It won’t stop :(

That jerk William somehow got pictures to blackmail me with. There were pictures of me in class with my legs uncrossed with no panties like Mr.Thompson ordered me too, but he also got pictures from the nightmare inside the boy’s bathroom. I was mortified, now I have two people to take orders from.
I thought about telling Mr.Thompson, I just didn’t want to be a tattle tale and I also didn’t want to make William angry either or even possibly disappoint Mr. Thompson. I was being spineless, but I wanted to avoid any further humiliation.
Mr. Thompson had eased up on his punishments a bit, so that was good. For now, he was happy with no panties and the new task of sucking his cock before school started in the morning. I was more worried about what things William would have me do ( or do to me ) now because he was much more sadistic . He told me I had to meet him at the abandoned playground after school so all day I was anxiously dreading the last bell.
The time came for me to accept my punishment from William. I was trembling as I walked up the hill, through the patch of woods that lead to the old playground. There was still a jungle gym and the frame of the swing sets minus the swings. From the frame there was a rope hanging tied into a noose. William must really hate me or even want me dead if he’d do a thing like that! I started to cry a little, but I could hear someone approaching from behind me so I thought it wise to wipe them away to avoid any further punishment or embarrassment. Time to get what I deserve, like a big girl.
He demanded that I place the noose tightly around my neck, tight enough to hurt me, and that he would check. If it wasn’t done up to his standards he assured me there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but did as I was directed. The noose was tight, but it didn’t hurt me yet I only acted like it did because I could see the other end of the rope in William’s hands so I knew it would hurt me very soon.
He pulled on the rope, cutting off my air while at the same time jamming his cock unlubricated into my ass. I attempted to scream, but it was impossible. I could hardly make a sound other than gagging. Just as I felt as if my eyes would pop out of my head and everything was going dark he released me for a few minutes. He still held the other end of the rope so I knew it was a matter of time before he’d pull it again.
I was terrified awaiting him to cut my breath off again and of course as soon as I got comfortable he cut it off again. He went right back to fucking my ass and sometimes alternating between my ass and my frightened wet pussy.
This time everything did go black, but slowly. I felt myself getting weaker and weaker until my body went completely limp. The next thing I remember I was on the ground grabbing my throat again, gasping for air. His hard pink cock was pointed directly at my face, I started to cry again. I couldn’t control it. He shot his cum directly onto my tears and rubbed  his cum into my face with his cock.
He left me alone on the ground like last time with the noose still around my neck.

I have to find a way to hide what happened because no one can ever know about this.

It Was To Easy

Do I look like the kind of girl that would do manual labor? Really? What I am good at is being the best little fucking machine you have ever seen. Using my creamy cum dumpster pussy to get what I want is something I have perfected. So when I went looking for a job I paid close attention to the management. I knew as soon as I saw him that not only would he give me a job, but he would give me a paycheck every week and I wouldn’t lift a finger to do any real work. What I would do is fuck him, once. That is all it would take.
We did the interview. I said all the right things and got the job. While he was showing me around I saw the perfect spot.
That first day was a pain in the ass. But I got through it offering to stay after work to help him. When he agreed I knew this was the one and only day I would do a damned thing in this hell hole.
After everyone was gone I set my cell phone up in that perfect spot and set it to record. Leading him back there I began to seduce him. I fucked his poor little balls off and he didn’t have a clue.
The next day I showed up for work and didn’t do a damned thing. The assistant was there and was mad as hell.
When he got there the assistant took him to the office and was ranting about my lack of work.
Calling me in his office he started to tell me how he would have to fire me if I didn’t get with the program. But it all changed when I showed him the video.
Everything went according to plan. I get my pay, hell I don’t even show up at the store. Blackmail is a wonderful thing. And so is being a cum slut.

No More Panties :(

I did it, I wore the butt plug all day at school. I’ll do whatever Mr. Thompson asks me to, I can’t fail this class! I think I may have even liked it a little and Mr. Thompson was certainly very pleased with me, just still not enough to give me the passing grade that I craved. I know this because he slipped a note into my locker asking me to stay after school again!
This time he told me I’m not allowed to wear panties to school anymore even if I’m wearing a short skirt or dress. He said he would check everyday and if I didn’t follow this new rule I would fail the class instantly without a second chance. I did beg him to reconsider because if anyone saw that I wasn’t wearing panties I’d be humiliated and probably teased. He said he didn’t care and bent over his desk. He pulled my dress up, peeled my panties off, and jammed them in my mouth. He didn’t want me to make a sound while he was punishing me.
He spanked me 10 times with his bare hands and then another ten with his ruler for questioning him. I whimpered and whined with each strike, but they were ignored. I don’t think I’ll be questioning him again, it was difficult to sit when I got home.

Caught Red Handed

     Something scary happened to me yesterday.

     I was at Kohl’s, looking around, and I accidentally took a bracelet off the sales rack by the entrance and slipped it on my wrist. I mean, look–I know it was wrong, but the bracelet was so pretty, and I just didn’t have the money to buy it. My mom is sorta in a tight spot right now, and I really wanted that accessory…

     Keeping my head down, I made my way toward the exit and tried to shake the feeling of a million eyes watching my every move. It felt like an eternity of bunched nerves and swirling anxiety before I finally made it past the weird oblong white gates in front of the department store doors. I always wondered what those things were…

     Suddenly, a piercingly shrill ringing noise bit through to my eardrums. It sounded a lot like the beeping thing that happens in my house when I accidentally open a window in the middle of the night.

     I couldn’t tell what that weird noise was…but it was so loud…I kept walking, slowly and kinda watchful-like, peeking over my shoulder just as I was about to reach the door…and someone grabbed me. “What’s that on your arm?” the stern voice demanded. I squeaked. “I, um, well, it’s uh…” My stuttered attempt at an explanation came out rushed and pathetic sounding, even to my own ears. The man was unmoved. His eyes slanted with punishing fervor.

 

    He didn’t seem to believe me when I told him that the bracelet was mine from home. Actually, I thought he might suddenly shake me very hard and then take a bite out of my neck. He looked angry enough to do it.

     “Come with me,” he ordered, and then starting pulling me away from the exit and toward a door marked ‘Private’ on the side of the store. At first, my reaction was to fight like a wildcat and hiss, trying to pull away. But he shot me a very mean, dangerous look and I quickly settled down and follow him–though my fears were not abated.

     He shoved me into his office room and told me to sit down in the chair. His no-nonsense voice was very intimidating, and I did as I was told. “What street do you live on?” he shot out, his questions sounding much more like harsh demands with no room for an argument.

     “I, um, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said nervously.

     The man’s eyes slanted again. “You lying little bitch.”

     He sounded so mean…I started sniffling. I really wished my Mommy was there.

     “You’re a thief!” he continued. “You sneaky little whore. I am calling your parents and then the police. Do you understand what’s going to happen to you now? You’re in BIG trouble, little girl.”

     I started protesting rapidly, coming up with any excuse necessary to convince him not to tell on me. “Please, please, please,” I begged, “I’m sorry! I’ll give the bracelet back! I didn’t mean to do it!”

     My words weren’t enough for him.

     “Take off your blouse,” he told me.

     Huh? I thought.

     He seemed to detect my uncertainty and gave me a glance-over, his eyes boring into every part of me. I shivered and drew back, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

     His voice rang out again, at full-volume and sounding completely unabashed. “I’m going to need to do a full body cavity search. You know what that is?”

     I shook my head no.

     He nodded, as though he knew I was just a ‘sneaky little whore’ who couldn’t possibly know anything. I sniffled in response. “It’s where you take off your clothes and I stick my fingers into your orifices to make sure you’re not hiding anything else up there.” He glared at me.

     “But, but!” I protested. “I promise, I only took the bracelet!”

     The security guard was not wanting to listen to my excuses. He grabbed me by my shoulders and brought his face close to mine. His fingers bit harshly into my skin, and I whimpered in pain, trying to pull back. He stayed firm and stared right into my eyes.

     “Look you little bitch–I’m going to need to search you. You’re a criminal. If you didn’t want this problem, you shouldn’t have stolen from my store. Now do I need to make some phone calls here?”

     I shook my head frantically and my hands reached up to unbutton my blouse, shaking all the way. When my soft, tender flesh was exposed to his sight, he grabbed at my bra and ripped it off me, ignoring my feeble, pained mews in unease and fear.

     He licked his lips as his rough hands grabbed my budding breasts.

     “You in puberty? Developin’?” He asked. With his New York accent, it sounded like he was leaving off the ‘g.’

     I nodded meekly.

     “Take off your panties,” he bit out.

     “What?!” I squealed. “Please, no!”

     The security guard shook his head gruffly and grunted; I yielded to his threatening expression. Resigned and defeated, I slipped out of the rest of my clothes and stood there naked in front of him.

     He wasted no time. He pawed at me and bent me over the chair. It was awful and so invasive and degrading. I was embarrassed, ashamed, and horribly distressed. He stuck a finger in my asshole and searched for jewelry. Then he did the same to my little cunny hole. Finally, after what felt like hours of his fingers pushing upward into my holes, he drew his hand back and straightened up again.

     I thought the worst was over, but then he took out his baton. He got it out of his pants, and then told me to put it in my mouth. I did as I was told. “How does it taste?” he asked me sleazily. I kept crying as he shoved it deeper into my throat hole.

     “It’s warm and long and hard,” I answered. “It’s sort of salty.” Suddenly, I flinched. “I think it just moved in my mouth!” I informed him in shock. He just rolled his eyes and slapped me in the face. My jaw throbbed painfully, and I cast my eyes downward.

     Next, he tied my wrists and ankles down to the chair in front of him. He thrust his fingers up into my holes and told me to keep sucking his baton. I listened to what he told me to do.

     Then…it was over. He gave me harsh warning never to steal anything from his store again, and told me to put my clothes back on and leave.

     Just as I was making a run for the door, elated and joyous out of my mind for having avoided a confrontational scenario involving my parents and the police, he stopped me in my tracks.

     “And I hope you don’t think this is over,” his voice slithered lowly. “I expect you back here tomorrow. We’re going to see how far I can fit my baton into your little baby asshole.”

     I sniffled tearfully and nodded in obedience.

     “Good,” he said. “Now get the FUCK out of my sight.”

Blackmail Phone Sex: Masquerade

The boss had rented a nice large house for us to throw a masquerade party.  I was really angry at him because he hadn’t given me the raise that he promised; however, I couldn’t pass up free drinks and a party.  I dressed as a cat, my outfit entirely black and gold.  My black hair blended in perfectly and I was proud of how I looked.  When, I arrived, I saw someone else with my same outfit; I asked a friend who it was.  She told me that it was Lisa, the chick my boss was fucking (even though he was married).  Instantly, my mind began to run in a wicked vein; and, I shared my plan with my friend.  Maybe it was the liquor, anger at not getting a raise, or thrill of it all; but, we decided to go for it.

While my friend led Lisa away, I took the tramp’s place.  I tried to deepen my voice like the tramp’s; and, the boss was so drunk that he really didn’t notice any difference.  It was so easy!  I kept flirting with him openly; and the more that I did, the more he drank and continued flirting back.  Finally, he said what I had been waiting for: “Let’s go to one of the bedrooms and do that thing you know that I love.”  I nodded.  The idea of having sex with my boss was not appealing; however, I knew that I wanted to have some leverage over him…and I desperately wanted that big raise.

When we got to the room, he hurriedly took off his clothes.  I was confused because he wasn’t groping me or trying to kiss me; in fact, he lay down in the bathtub, where I followed him.  I flipped the camera on my phone to take video and sat it on the counter in the bathroom.  “Okay, honey, I’m ready!” he announced.  “Oh, don’t be shy now; you know you love it, too!” he said when I hesitated.  I stood there, unsure of what to do until he said something that I didn’t expect: “Come on, Lisa, give me that golden piss of yours!”  He opened his mouth and waited.  I stripped down the bottom part of my costume and pressed my pelvic bone upwards.  After all of the drinks that I had enjoyed, I knew there was plenty of his “golden piss.”  I thought about all of the things that I was going to do with the money I got from my raise as I showered him in all of my piss!

Small Dick Humiliation Phone Sex with Brooklyn

Often times in life we have to do things we don’t like. Well, I don’t like little dicks. But, I do like my husband. I mean I don’t like his pecker but I love his wallet. I need to sometimes do things for him to keep him happy. A happy hubby equals a happy Brooklyn.  We were talking about this asshole guy, Joe, at the Porsche dealer in town who will not agree to the price my husband wants for one. I thought, hmmm, perfect chance to impress him. I knew I could talk to this car salesman and get him to agree to the price the hubby is willing to pay. I told him I would take care of it tomorrow. He actually doubted me. Thought I was outta my league and there is no way this shyster would go down on the price. Well this guy has never met me. Joe was about to meet his match.

I walked right into that dealership in the hottest outfit I could find and asked to talk to the man in control.  Joe was a big Guido type of guy;  thinks he could sell ice to an Eskimo. I told him my hubby was in yesterday and wanted to purchase a 911 Turbo and that the price was just not right. When he tried to bullshit me with cant go any lower, it’s a steal at that price bull shit, I asked to go in his office. I was about to fuck a greasy fat car salesman to impress my hubby.  I started taking my clothes off  and told him, fuck my husband, I wanted him. I was so impressed with his unwavering on the car price I had to have him. He fell for that bullshit too. Delusional poor thing.  Well when he took his pants off, he had a ridiculously small dick; smaller than my husband. No wonder they both like Porsche cars! Well I fucked that dude silly. Even let him fuck my ass and cum on my face with his pinky dick. It just about killed me.  He couldn’t even lick a pussy properly. I should have won an Oscar for my fucking performance. I was screaming like a porn star with a monster cock up her ass. When it was finally over, I told him my husband would be in tomorrow and he would give him the price he offered for the car. And that if he didn’t, not only would his wife get the video footage from my phone of us fucking, but I’d make it viral so everyone knew what a little worthless clit stick he was sporting. Funny, he dropped the price even further!

I went home, showed my hubby the agreement for the new price I had secured for his mid life crisis toy and he was beyond impressed. He couldn’t believe that not only did I get him the Porsche, but I got it for even less than he was willing to pay. He asked me how I did it and I just said, “Honey, don’t ever  underestimate the power of persuasion with a beautiful woman.” He didn’t have to know I deviled my body with a small weenie just so he could have his dream car. But right now, I can have whatever and whomever I want because I am his idol; I did what he couldn’t do. Men and their silly sports cars. My husband might as well scream to the world, “Hey, I got money, but I also got a small dick.” But the sweet thing is, those guys with big dicks know a car like this one is overcompensation for a small dick, which means they know I need what they got.  It sometimes pays to impress your hubby….