Blackmail Sex; I Was At His Mercy

He Still Had Those Nude Pics Of Me

We’ve all done things we regret. I regret trusting an ex boyfriend of mine and letting him take naked pictures of me when we were together. He, of course, said at the time they were only for his own use and enjoyment. I believed him and let him take all kinds of pics. Pics of me masturbating, naked pics with full frontal nudity that showed my face. Then things went south between us and, of course, he still had those compromising pictures of me on his phone. I felt like such a fool. He said I didn’t need to worry about it. I put it out of my mind for months. Then one day he texts me and says he sure missing fucking me. I told him to fuck off. He said unless I gave in to his blackmail sex demands, he’d post the pictures online. I was furious.

Revenge Was On My Mind

I felt like I didn’t have much choice but to fuck him.  And I couldn’t chance those pics being posted online on some porn site. What if my family saw them, or he emailed them to my boss? I could lose my job and not have an income to pay my bills. I wasn’t happy about this blackmail sex, but I’d go through with it until I planned a plan to end it. And I went over to his house and he said he missed my fantastic blow jobs.

The whole time I was sucking on his cock and looking up into his eyes, I was plotting. A guy I knew had some shady friends, and I wondered how much to get the ex boyfriend mugged. They could steal his phone and bring it to me. He’d said he’d make me fuck him for six months, then consider deleting the pics. I knew it would never end, and I’d be led around like a donkey going after the carrot on the stick. The humiliation was incredible

I Slurped Away At His Dick

While I pondered this crime in the making, I slurped away at his dick. I pretended I was just having a wonderful time. That I’d missed his cock as much as he apparently missed my pussy. He had been good in bed. We had no issues getting along there, but I wasn’t about to be blackmailed the rest of my days. I was riding him, my tits shaking up and down, milking his cock into my cunt. All the time wondering how this plan would go down. He was very predictable. I knew his routine and my own. I met with the shady guys I was going to hire to do this deed and told them all about it. This blackmail sex had to end.

He walked home from work, and he always took a shortcut through an alley. They’d be waiting for him there. Along he came, I said he’d be there. I’d shown them his picture, so they knew what he looked like. They’d been hiding behind a dumpster and jumped him. Roughed him up a bit and kicked him a few times in the sides. I was laughing when they told me about it. They took his watch. I’d told them to. It had been a present I gave him and I decided he was no longer worthy of having it. His wallet, they took out the small amount of cash and threw it at him, and they took his phone. Which, of course, they delivered to me.

No More Blackmail Sex For That Prick

I found all the pics of me he’d taken and I deleted them. No more blackmail sex for that prick. Then I smashed the phone into pieces and watched it go into the back of the garbage truck. He called me later that night and was blubbering he’d gotten mugged. Aww, how sad such a thing happened to you. He wanted to know if I’d come over and “help him feel better.” I came over, but couldn’t tip my hand. I just knew the blackmail sex was over.

He hadn’t told me his phone was stolen and was going to get more sex. I couldn’t let on I knew, of course. I told him I had to make a quick call, and I’d forgotten my phone. Could I use his? Someone stole it, he claimed.. Then I asked if the pics he’d blackmailed me with were all on that phone. He hated to admit yes, they were, but he did. I turned around and left. He was left alone with his bruises and his ego that was bruised as well. Good riddance.

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