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The window rolled down and George said, “Get in.”

I froze. I didn’t want to walk all the way to the bus, but I had no idea what would become of me if I got in that car.

“I said, get in.”

I got in.

The car smelled expensive. It was slightly surreal to go from daylight to its shadowy confines. It purred as it ate up the many metres I’d dreaded walking. I’d never had a car that was anything like this. When we got to the end of the drive, Geoge turned left instead of right.

“We’re going the wrong way,” I blurted out.

“I know where your flat is,” he replied, dryly, “I fucking own it. We’re taking the scenic route.” And he steered us smoothly down the country lanes that led east from the golf club, winding around the countryside and eventually back into town. It would add about five miles to the trip.

I sat silently beside him. I had no idea what was happening. But my pussy had roared inconveniently back into life. I parted my thighs slightly, to reduce the friction on my clit.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he said, “Pull your knickers down. Not all the way, just to mid-thigh.”

I stared at him dumbly. What the fuck?

He glanced over at me. “I told you, we’re taking the scenic route. You’re the view. So pull your fucking knickers down. Now.”

Still, I hesitated.

“I am not fucking about, Hollie. Down.” The gruffness of his tone spurred me into action. My arse protested as I lifted it off the seat, but I did as I was told and tugged my knickers to mid-thigh, then settled back down into the leather seat. My thighs were hot against it.

He rested his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. “Good girl,” he said. “Now pull your skirt up, so I can see your pretty little cunt properly.”

Again, I obeyed, mesmerised by his voice, by the situation, by this entire crazy day. I hitched my skirt up, my bare arse touching the seat, my pussy completely exposed to him.

“Beautiful,” he said approvingly. “I’ve always imagined you with a perfect little bald cunt like that. I bet Len fifty quid you’d be totally bare.”

I was too shocked to speak. The idea of him imagining my pussy was bad enough, but casually discussing it with all the men at the club? Let alone taking fucking bets on it. His fingers trailed up my thigh, then he cupped my whole pussy in his hand, forcing two fingers back deep inside me.

Involuntarily, I pushed down against him, forcing his fingers all the way in, to the knuckles.

“You dirty little fucking bitch,” he said, delighted. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” He pushed even harder inside me, checking the road for a second before watching his fingers moving in and out of my soaked pussy. I clamped my thighs together, desperate to feel full of him. He rotated his wrist, twisting his fingers and I cried out, all the tension of the day now concentrated on his hand.

“Pull your top up,” he said, “Bra too. Show me your fucking tits.”

Yet again, I did as I was told. I would do whatever he told me to do - I knew that now. He knew it too. Frantically, I pulled my top over my head, tossing it on the back seat, then yanked my bra over my swollen tits. His fingers came out of my pussy and I almost sobbed in despair, craving them so badly.

He squeezed the breast closest to him, groping it so hard that I winced. It felt fucking delicious, the sharp pain contrasting beautifully with the constant dull ache of my arse.

He kept driving, fondling my tits as best he could, occasionally dropping his other hand from the wheel to squeeze the throbbing length of his cock. I could see it straining against the fabric of his trousers. It was as imposing as the rest of him.

I was suddenly desperate for it. For George’s big fucking cock inside me. For his cum. For him to take me however he wanted. My awful fucking landlord was suddenly the man I wanted most in the world.

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Blackmailed By Her Boss 2 - Carrie's submission training continues!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 04 Aug 2026 23:23:56 GMT

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I walked into my office with a spring in my step on Tuesday morning. The night before, I had spent a delicious couple of hours with my gorgeous young secretary, Carrie. 30 years younger than me with the tightest ass and, it had turned out, the sweetest little snatch I had ever seen.

She was the latest in a long line of employees I’d coerced into fucking me in every way that I could think of. Just like all the rest, she had begged and cajoled and then been forced to submit. Over time, most of the girls had then become willing, even ardent, participants in my game.

A couple of them had never overcome their distaste and I took huge satisfaction from forcing them to service me through their endless tears and pleas for a few weeks, but it became tiresome after a while. I’d release those ones from the arrangement within a month or - as long as it took me to accumulate enough footage of our sordid games to ensure that they’d never dare to complain at having been summarily fired without notice. There’s no room for sourpusses in my organisation.

Carrie, though, had been uniquely responsive, almost from the start. What a sweet and amenable little puss she was. She’d been begging for my cock last night. She’d had her fill of it and I looked forward to obliging her further by shoving its thick length down her throat just as soon as she brought me my morning coffee. My dick twitched at the thought.

Right on cue, she came through the door at 8:30. She deposited the cup at my desk, as usual, then hovered uncertainly, waiting for instruction.

“Morning, Carrie.”

“Good morning, Mr. Anderson.”

“Carrie, sweetheart. It’s ‘Sir’ from now on when you and I are together. You can call me Mr. Anderson in front of other people for propriety’s sake, but in private I’m only ever Sir to you in future. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Taking a sip of my coffee, I asked casually “How’s your pussy today?”

She blushed deeply and trembled. I could feel myself getting hard already, this girl was exquisite.

“Ummm… It’s, it’s fine, Sir. Thank you.”

“Show me.”

“Sir?”

“Did you not hear me, Carrie?”

“But… it’s so early, Sir”

I laughed out loud. “It’s always pussy o’clock in this office, Carrie. Now lift up your skirt and let me take a look at you.”

She looked around, furtively, as if afraid someone might see. There was no risk of that. My office was wood-panelled on all but the external wall, which had one giant floor-to-ceiling window that ran its length. We couldn’t be seen from any of the neighbouring buildings. The window cleaners came on the third Thursday of every month and I had, occasionally, gotten one of my girls to put on quite a show for them, but Carrie was weeks away from that task. For now, I was keeping her strictly for my eyes only.

I’d also had the whole thing soundproofed a while back, saying that I found the chatter from the rest of the floor to be too distracting. Which, actually it had been. Nothing like Cathy in Accounts hooting with laughter over a cat video to kill the mood when I was trying to discipline one of my dirty girls. I’d managed to turn this room into my own private little den of debauchery - no wonder I put in so many hours at the office.

Snapping back to attention I saw that Carrie was still hesitating.

“Carrie, I don’t enjoy being kept waiting. You know that.”

“Sorry Sir.”

She composed herself and, taking a corner of her hem in each hand, she wiggled her hips as she lifted her skirt up, revealing herself to me. As it inched up, I saw that she had followed my instructions and was wearing a black garter belt and stockings. I’d reward her for her obedience later but, for now, watching the slow progress of the skirt up her thighs commanded my full attention. Soon enough, her plump little pussy was fully revealed, immaculately framed by the garter belt. My eyes roamed over her creamy flesh, contrasted against the black nylon and lace. Fuck, my cock was rock-hard already.

“I believe I have nothing on the schedule for the next hour, is that right?” I already knew this, I’d cleared it deliberately a few days ago, knowing that this would be The Morning After I first claimed her. But I wanted her to know that she wouldn’t be leaving this office any time soon.

“Yes Sir, that’s correct.”

“Get your ass over on this side of the desk.” She nodded and made to smooth her skirt down, “No, leave your skirt exactly where it is.”

She walked towards me and I savoured every moment, watching her swaying hips making their way over to me. She was wearing a higher heel today. “I like your shoes, Carrie. Did you wear those for me?”

Blushing again, she nodded shyly. “I thought you might like these, Sir.”

“I do Carrie, very much.”

As she stood by my side, I ran an appreciative hand along the length of her thigh. Tucking an index finger under one of the straps of her garter belt, I pulled it out, away from her body, then released it again, hard, enjoying the snap onto her skin that made her jump.

Trailing my fingers back down her thigh, I moved my hand to cup her pussy. It was steaming hot. I ran the edge of my thumb slowly up and down her smooth slit, her thighs already starting to shake from this light contact. I moved my middle finger slightly, parting her pussy lips and starting to push inside her wetness. She was already creaming hard for me. I had a live one here!

I ignored the demands of my cock to thrust it into her pussy there right there and then, and resolved to take my time with her. We were still getting to know one another, after all.

She moaned softly as I forced my finger deeper into her needy little cunt. Slipping my thumb between her folds, I started to circle it gently against her clit. She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself, her desire making her totter on those heels of hers. She kept her eyes on me throughout, as I’d instructed her to do at all times the night before. I smiled to myself as I appreciated what a willing little submissive she was turning out to be.

Settling back into the leather of my chair, I pushed a second finger into her tight channel, as she leaned harder against me. With my other hand, I pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and, pushing my hand up inside it, cupped one of her perfect tits, stroking her nipple over her bra with my thumb. She started to buck against my fingers. I removed my hand from her fevered cunt, prompting her to groan in dismay.

“Clothes off, keep only the garter belt, hose and heels on.”

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Blackmailed By Her Boss - Carrie's boss makes her beg for his cock

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 28 Jul 2026 19:11:06 GMT

Parts 1-3 are here!

“Crawl to the desk Carrie, be a good girl”.

She paused for a moment, then started to make the short journey on all fours. I watched her ass sway as she moved, relishing every movement. Her pussy peeked in and out of view as she made her way across the carpet until she reached the desk. I walked over and delivered a crisp slap to her right ass cheek. All of her was mine to use as I wished.

“Lie down on your back at the far leg of the desk.”

She obliged, shuffling along a little, tits bouncing.

I loomed over her, cock hard, tie in hand.

“Put your hands above your head.”

She realized what was about to happen – always a bright girl, our Carrie – and tried to talk me out of it

“I’ll be good Sir; you don’t need to tie me up.”

“I’m sure you’ll be a good girl for me Carrie. We both know it’s in your interests to. I don’t think I need to tie you up.” She was relaxed momentarily, relieved.

“I don’t need to tie you up. But I want to.” I bent down, my hand trailing along her tit, along her slim waist and down to her thigh “And… I can do whatever I want with you,” I paused, my hand moving back up, settling on her pussy, one finger casually stroking her slit, “Can’t I?”

She started to tremble again, it was a delight to watch.

“Yes Sir. You can whatever you like.”

“Good girl. Hands above your head.”

She moved on command, lifting her hands so they brushed against the table leg. Her tits bounced as she moved and the stretch it gave her, tightening her taut stomach, made my cock twitch impatiently. On my knees, I idly stroked my needy prick as I admired her lovely body. She watched, biting her lip, in a state of delicious fear and anticipation.

I tied her hands together, crossed at the wrist, backs of hands touching. I knotted the loop around the desk leg and gave it a quick tug. She didn’t have a prayer of getting it undone and the desk weighed easily 300lbs with all the paperwork filed inside, so she wasn’t going anywhere until I released her. My dick was pulsing relentlessly by now as I contemplated all the potential that lay before me.

“Ask me to touch you, Carrie.”

“Please touch me Sir.”

“Where? Be specific.”

“My tits, Sir. I want to feel your hands on my tits. Please.”

“Where else?”

She gave a little shimmy, stretching herself out further for my enjoyment.

“Wherever you want to touch me, Sir.”

I reached a hand out and ran my palm along her body, across her shoulder and throat, stroking across her right tit, down her ribs, reaching under to squeeze the curve of her ass, then bringing my hand back up to move along her thigh. When I got to her knee, I stopped and retraced my path back up along her inner thigh with only my fingertips. She shivered, obviously very sensitive here. The tremor of her body was so fucking hot.

“Tell me you want my fingers in your cunt.”

“Please Sir, I want your fingers in my cunt so badly.”

“Are you wet for me Carrie?”

“Yes Sir. So wet for you.”

“Spread wider, let me see.”

She obeyed, wantonly opening herself up to my gaze. And yes, true enough, that smooth little gash was still creaming for me. What a perfect little slut she was turning out to be. I dipped my fingers into her cunt and smeared some of the juices across her soft pussy lips.

“Look at you, you filthy little bitch. Crying and mewling that you couldn’t do this,” I pumped my fingers slowly but firmly in and out of her sodden entrance as I spoke, “but here you are. Splayed out, wet and begging me for it.”

She exhaled sharply and I felt her pushing against my fingers, urging me further in, “Tell me what a dirty little whore you are. How easy it was to have you pleading for my touch.”

“Sir, I’m such a nasty little whore for you.”

“Just for me, Carrie? Or for anyone? Are you anyone’s nasty little whore?”

She panted out, still thrusting herself against my pistoning fingers, wriggling beneath my hand. “No Sir, just yours. Please Sir, I’ll be whatever you want. I want to be such a good, dirty little whore for you.”

I bent down and started to suck on one of her stiff, pointed nipples. I immediately felt her pussy clench around my fingers as she moaned out and gushed further wetness onto my burrowing hand.

The sight of her was incredible; stretched out, writhing, perfect tits bouncing, eyes closed, mouth open and emitting breathy little sighs, each one of which made my balls tighten in response. Her nipple was a hard little bud in my mouth, I brought a hand up to surround her tit, pushing more of it into my mouth, licking and sucking. I couldn’t get enough and moved my hand up from her cunt so I could grab both of her tits, pushing them together and mounting a frenzied assault all over her quivering chest.

I wanted more, pawing at each breast, biting and sucking the nipples and then whole areas of tit flesh. She bucked against me, arms restrained and so irresistibly stretched out beneath me. My cock rubbed against her leg, leaking all over it as I humped the smooth perfection of her thigh. I carried on for several minutes, not sure I would ever get enough of mauling these delectable sweet tits. Deprived of my hand, her pussy rubbed against my leg, straining for release. The only sounds were our breath and the slick wetness of her tits and our respective thighs.

I realized, almost too late, that I was in danger of cumming before even getting inside her dripping snatch. I fell back, releasing her from my grasp. She moved with me, trying to keep her pussy in contact with my leg. I extricated myself and knelt between her thighs. I took each of her legs at the ankle and spread them wide apart. Her pussy stretched invitingly; I pumped my fingers back in and out of it a few times, curling them and enjoying the silky sensation that would soon envelop my cock.

She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes.

“Beg for it, Carrie. Beg for my cock.”

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Blackmailed By Her Boss - Carrie's naked, exposed and on her knees 🔥

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 21 Jul 2026 12:16:05 GMT

Parts one and two are here!

“Do you want me to take your panties off?” I asked. As I did so, I moved the hand on her pussy to pull up the waistband of the thong, wrapping it around my hand so that the fabric of the crotch disappeared right into her pretty little slit, exposing her pussy lips to me as she remained bent over and so vulnerable to my gaze and my touch.

She sobbed again, pausing. She should have learned her lesson by now, but apparently needed a reminder. I pulled harder on the thong, forcing her onto her tiptoes and delivered 3 crisp spanks to her ass with my other hand.

She cried out in pain – a sound to which I was already in danger of becoming addicted – and said “Yes. Yes Sir, please take my thong off”.

“Do you want to show me your pussy Carrie? Is that it? Do you want me to look at your tight little cunt? Hmmm?”

“Yes Sir. Please Sir. Please let me show you what a pretty little pussy I have.”

This was beyond my wildest imaginings! She’d walked into my office not even half an hour ago and now she was spread out, almost naked, ready to become my personal plaything and begging to display her twat to me. What a perfect fucking day.

I took a moment to squeeze and stroke the perfect curve of her ass, trailing my fingertips over it, enjoying the heat that my slaps had generated. She shivered in a way that made my cock beg for some relief. I pulled her up to standing, so that the whole of her body was pressed against mine. I pulled her into me, rubbing my cock into the narrow cleft of her butt and squeezing her tits as I breathed in the smell of her hair.

I ground against her over and over, feeling her push back against me, inviting me into that tight little cleft. A tiny moan escaped her sweet pouty mouth as she moved an arm up and around the back of my neck, pulling herself closer onto me. I trailed one hand up from her inner thigh, enjoying the tautness of her toned body, all the way up to her throat. Grasping her lightly here and leaning her head further back into the crook of my neck, I lowered my mouth to her ear.

“Get on the desk.”

She walked over to it, then stopped and looked back at me, unsure of what to do.

“Sit on the edge and spread your legs.”

She turned around and perched that cute little rear of hers so that her toes of her shoes just grazed the floor.

“Move back a little further”

She shifted obligingly.

“Now, spread your legs for me sweetheart”

She opened out her thighs and looked shyly over at me. She was incredible. Tits standing out proudly, her nipples still hard. That white lace thong barely covering her pussy, the lips just visible either side and a wet patch that I was sure had spread since I’d last had a look. On the end of those long, tanned legs, the arches of her feet rising up from high heels that emphasized her tight calves and pretty little ankles.

“Take those panties off”

She had to wriggle awkwardly to remove them but watching her carefully lift each leg out, splaying her pussy and revealing it to me in all its glory made me so hard that I started to worry that I might be in danger of running out of dick.

She held the scrap of lace in her hand, I closed the gap between us, plucked the thong out of her hand and stuffed it in my pants pocket. I smiled down at her and said, “I’ll be wrapping this around my cock and spraying it with my cum later tonight”.

She blushed prettily. It had been a while since I’d had a toy as compliant as this. I couldn’t wait to test her limits further.

I instructed her to present her pussy to me. She obliged immediately, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart. I pulled the chair up and sat between her legs. I put my hands on her thighs, parting them further.

She was stunning. Her pussy lips were smooth and pink and perfect. Her cunt was dripping for me and glistened beautifully with her juices. I could smell her arousal.

Keeping my hands on her hot, smooth thighs, I moved closer still, so she could feel my hot breath against her snatch as I spoke.

I asked, “Do you play with this pretty little cunt, Carrie?”.

I could see her body move as she nodded wordlessly. I gave a quick slap to the inside of one silky thigh. “Out loud Carrie, always out loud”.

She gasped and said quickly “Yes Sir, I play with my…”

“Cunt, Carrie. Say it. Say it out loud. Revel in it, dirty girl.”

“Yes, Sir, I play with my cunt, Sir.”

“Show me.”

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Blackmailed By Her Boss - Carrie's ass gets its first spank!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 18:25:08 GMT

Part one is here!

“Now… you were about to tell me which of your holes have been filled by those four hapless idiots who’ve fucked you so far.”

I brought the blouse to my nose and inhaled the scent of her deeply, watching her discomfort as I did so. My cock had twitched from the moment she’d started to undress and hardened completely as I breathed in that intoxicating fragrance that had followed her into my office from the first day I had laid eyes on her. I had fantasized about claiming that hot fucking body for myself ever since. Now, finally, I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape that was never coming. “Don’t look away Carrie. Don’t look away unless I give you permission to do so, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

“I’m still waiting for your answer, Carrie.”

“Sorry Sir. Umm… My pussy and my mouth Sir.”

“You like it in the mouth, Carrie?”

“Not really Sir.”

“Well, I guess I know where we’re starting”. I let out an evil chuckle as she looked at me, a picture of misery.

I tossed the blouse onto my desk, stood up and moved to stand in front of her. Time to test her obedience a little further. She saw the bulge in my pants as I advanced and cringed. God, I was going to enjoy this!

“Take off your bra.”

She trembled again, so delightfully. Voice cracking, she looked up at me with pleading eyes. My cock got even harder as I briefly imagined that same expression in her eyes as I forced my throbbing dick down her throat.

“Please, Sir. Is there any other way?”

“I can remove your bra for you if that’s what you’re asking?”

“No, Sir. Can I… Is there any other way to repay the money or, I don’t know, something? Please?”

Tracing my index finger slowly across her shoulder, then down and along her arm, watching the goosebumps forming in its wake, I said slowly “Carrie, there are two ways out of this for you. Only two. One is in a cop car, the other ends in you bouncing up and down on my fat cock and begging me to fuck you harder. You can choose either one. I can easily replace you here, I doubt you’ll replace the next twenty years of your life quite so easily. Now either take your fucking bra off and stop wasting my time, or sit back down in your seat and I’ll make the call to the cops.”

I watched her hesitate, biting on that full bottom lip of hers that I was eager to feel around the head of my cock. I knew by now that there was no way she was going to choose jail and, sure enough, she moved her hands around her back and undid the catch of her bra, unintentionally thrusting her pretty little tits at me as she did.

“Good girl Carrie. You’ve made the right choice. Now slip it off and hand it over. Don’t look down, eyes on me.”

I enjoyed her efforts to maintain eye contact with me, despite her mortification. I took the bra she offered out to me, and tossed it behind me onto the desk, not bothering to see where it landed.

“Hands behind your head, Carrie. Display yourself to me.”

I heard her gulp as she did as she was told. My cock throbbed again. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. If the sweet shop were full of the most beautiful fucking tits I’d ever seen in my life.

I moved even closer, only a few inches away from her. I could feel the heat coming off that gorgeous body of hers.

“So, Carrie. Not a virgin, we’ve established that. And fucked in two of your holes. So I guess that means you’ve had your bare tits felt before?”

She paused a second and then nodded.

“Say it out loud, Carrie.”

“Yes”

“Yes… what?”

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“Tell me. Tell me that you’ve had your bare tits felt before.”

“Yes Sir, I’ve had my bare tits felt before Sir.”

“Good girl. Do you like having your tits felt?”

Another pause. I waited, savouring every second of her discomfort, watching her struggle with her urge to run away from this humiliating situation and her desire to keep the hell out of jail.

“Well, Carrie?”

“Yes Sir.” Then, all in a rush “Yes Sir I like having my tits felt.”

In a silken, smooth voice I said, “Would you like me to feel your tits, Carrie? If you hesitate with your answer this time, I might take it personally. Give this up as a bad idea and make the call that neither of us wants me to have to make.”

That did the job.

“Yes Sir. Please feel my tits Sir. I want it. I want to be a good girl for you.”

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Blackmailed By Her Boss - Carrie's dirty boss puts his sordid plan into action

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 30 Jun 2026 12:33:54 GMT

“Come in!”

My secretary Carrie shimmied her sweet ass through my door. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Looking at her was the highlight of my day, every day.

She was 23, with long dark hair falling over her shoulders in soft chestnut waves. A pale, angelic face with a freckled nose and wide, innocent blue eyes. Most provocative of all, her full mouth with its permanently pouting bottom lip. She would bite on it when concentrating hard and I’d lost count of the number of times that I had imagined crushing it under my own teeth. Little did she know, I intended to make that fantasy real within the hour.

As she approached my large oak desk, I let my eyes wander over her body. She favored pencil skirts and blouses. All perfectly ladylike and proper, but always tight enough to display her ample curves. A week after she started working for me, I had adjusted the lighting around my desk to make her shirts see-through whenever she sat across from me. She had never realized. I don’t think she had any idea of the thousand filthy scenarios I had imagined between us. At 53, I’m comfortably old enough to be her father and I can only assume that she thought that made me indifferent to her considerable charms. Nothing could have been further from the truth and I had been plotting my way to this day ever since she started working for me. My cock was already half-hard as I looked forward to tonight’s events.

She looked at me expectantly, waiting for instruction.

“Thanks for staying late for this meeting Carrie.” I had wanted to wait until the floor was empty for this first liaison. If she panicked and fled, I couldn’t risk the rest of the office witnessing it. I owned the company, but buying 200 employees’ silence was an expense I’d rather avoid. I’d done this enough times over the years to learn the value of stealth and discretion in the early stages with a new toy. It was dark outside, the lamps were on and, right on cue, I could see the curve of both of her tits through her silky blouse.

I pressed my hands together, already anticipating squeezing those bouncy little orbs between them.

I decided to pause a few moments longer, Carrie fidgeted, in a state of unease, crossing and recrossing her smooth bare legs. I savored the image and began:

“So… I wanted to speak to you after everyone had left, so that there were no interruptions.”

Carrie looked at me, curious.

“I’ve become aware that there are some… let’s call them irregularities in our accounts. There has been substantial abuse of your company credit card.”

Carrie spluttered in shock. “Abuse? What in the world?”

Her reaction was no surprise. She wasn’t aware of the abuse as she hadn’t caused it. I’d recorded the card’s details before handing it over to her and had periodically spent large sums online at the websites of upscale department stores and jewelers. My wife and daughters got some expensive presents that I wrote off in the background and I had the frisson of knowing that their squeals of pleasure over the gifts were directly contributing to the downfall of my next plaything. Carrie was the seventh employee of mine that I’d pulled this trick on and I’d only honed my skills over the years. It had gotten substantially easier since the internet. She’d never seen the statements that I now brandished under her nose, tens of thousands of dollars in trinkets and other pretty things.

She shuffled through the pages, horrified. “But, Mr Anderson…. Sir, this wasn’t me! I would never.”

This was true. She would never. It was precisely this innocence and her tight peachy ass, that had made me decide to hire her eight months ago, shortly after I had gotten bored of my last quarry and had let her leave my clutches with a fat check. I’m a depraved filthy bastard, but I’m not an asshole. Time to ramp this up a notch and made clear to her the scale of predicament she was in.

“Carrie, who else could it have been? You know you have to keep that card locked in your desk at all times. It’s not even allowed to leave the building, specifically to avoid this type of fraud. How could anyone else possibly have had access to it? It broke my fucking heart when I realized that you must have taken advantage of my trust in you”.

I had to keep myself from laughing out loud as I delivered this last with absolute sincerity. The requirement to keep the card was a measure I’d implemented so that the girls found themselves trapped in this web. Of course, if any of them challenged me and sought outside advice, I’d be in serious fucking trouble, and fast. But I picked my girls carefully. They trusted me, could not imagine that I would think up such a fiendish plot. I also kept them young and just the right side of dumb. Smart enough to do the job well, but not worldly or perceptive enough to figure out what had happened to them. And I had mastered my role of kindly, indulgent boss, now righteously outraged by their deception.

Carrie kept staring at the credit card statements, aghast. She turned the pages over and over, as if hoping that all those rows of numbers would somehow change or disappear.

“Now, you’re aware that there is a clause in your contract that specifically relates to abuse of company funds. These expenditures would fall into that category.”

The clause was buried amidst endless fine print and only appeared in the contracts of the girls I thought I might want to fuck one day. I added it personally whenever the time came. HR just knew that I periodically took an interest in the hiring paperwork and were yet to realize that I occasionally sent some of the documents back with modified sections. If I were ever stupid enough to want to fuck anyone in HR, I had enough evidence of their sloppy work to blackmail any of them without all this extra effort. But it was wiser to stick with these naïve young ingenues who knew jack shit about employment law.

This particular clause said that we would prosecute credit card fraud to the fullest extent of the law and that we would take civil proceedings to recover all monies, with the perpetrator liable for all our legal costs. It was not remotely enforceable, but, again, most of the girls never read the fine print, let alone considered its ramifications. And as none of them intended to defraud the company, it was irrelevant to them. Until I made my move.

I theatrically pulled out Carrie’s employment contract and read out the relevant passages, emphasizing the starker words, like “prosecute”, “criminal”, “police”, “stolen funds”, “punishable by up to twenty years in jail”. This last was a total lie, this offence only carried 18 months or so, but the girls were always so frantic by now that logic and reason deserted them. Carrie started to cry, silent tears running down her cheeks at first, then sobbing helplessly into her hands as my voice became sterner and the potential consequences more dire. My cock was now fully erect, I sensed I was so close to her total surrender to whatever I wanted. I could already almost taste her pussy on my tongue.

“So Carrie… Regrettably, I think the only option for me here is to call the police.” Laying it on thick, I started to move my hand towards the phone.

“No! Sir! Please! I’ll do anything! I can try to pay the money back. Or to work out how this happened. Please just let me do that.”

I pretended to consider this. I fake-tapped some numbers on my keyboard. “Carrie, you stole nearly 120,000 dollars, all told. Where are you going to get that kind of money? We’d have to fire you, for a start. I couldn’t ever trust you again after this.”

“Mr Anderson, this wasn’t me, I swear it. I don’t understand how this has happened.”

Shaking my head, feigning deep sadness and disappointment, I said “Carrie, there isn’t anyone else it could have been. Or, you’ve been so negligent with company property that you’ve enabled someone else stealing thousands upon thousands of dollars from us. I’m sure you understand my position.”

She sobbed uncontrollably. “Please Mr Anderson, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

This was my cue. Time to play the final hand. Judging this moment was critical, but I hadn’t fucked it up yet.

“Anything, Carrie?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes! Anything. Please.”

“I mean, you’re asking me to overlook a flagrant abuse of trust, squandering 120,000 bucks, hard-earned by every employee at this company and to spare you guaranteed jail time. What do you think you could possibly do to offset that? Hmmm, Carrie? What do you think that you have that I would want?”

She looked down, utterly despondent. “I don’t know Sir.”

God, I fucking loved this part. I paused a few more moments, letting her contemplate the sudden implosion of her future.

“Now, Carrie. I’ve always liked you. You know that, don’t you?”

Smiling through her sniffles, she looked up and said “Yes Sir. I love working here so much. You’ve been so good to me.”

“I have been good to you Carrie.” Speaking gently, the tone of my words at odds with my dark intentions, I continued, “I’m willing to give you the chance to show me how sorry you are. To earn your way out of this situation. To be good to me.”

“Oh Sir!” She looked up, eyes shining with hope and unshed tears. “Please, yes. I can work twice as hard. Whatever you need.”

“Carrie, I’d need you to take on considerable extra duties. And the… nature of our relationship would need to change.” I waited to see if the penny had dropped yet. She continued looking at me innocently. “I would need you to be available to me at all times.” A long pause. “In all ways.” I fell silent and looked her up and down pointedly.

As with each of her predecessors, I enjoyed watching confusion, then awareness, then horror flit across her face.

“Mr Anderson- “

“Let’s stick to Sir from now on, shall we?” I sat back in my chair, fingers templed under my chin, waiting for her to submit, as I knew she would.

She looked at me, finally fully aware of the power I had over her. My cock throbbed. She cleared her throat and started again “Sir, I’m not sure what it is that you mean… Sir.”

“Really Carrie? Are you sure? You’re a smart girl.” Not smart enough to realize she was being hustled, but still. “You said you were willing to do anything. Is that true or not?”

“But, Sir, I never thought…”

“Carrie, I’ll lay it out for you. You said you were willing to do anything. Anything.” She flinched at this. I nearly had her, I knew it.

I carried on, my tone becoming harsher and more demanding. “I, in turn, am willing to take you at your word. I’m also willing to overlook your crimes” heavy emphasis here again “if you make your body available to me, whenever I want, until further notice.” She gasped as I continued “I will expect you to service me sexually whenever and in whatever ever way I want, you will wear what I say, you will do what I say and if you decline this arrangement or tell a single soul about it then I will have you thrown in jail so fast that your fucking head will spin. Do you understand, Carrie?”

She sobbed silently, shaking her head, not understanding how her life had suddenly been yanked from under her. I walked to stand behind her chair. Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, I applied gentle pressure, my thumbs soothingly rubbing her hunched shoulder blades. “Carrie, I’d hate to see you throw your whole future away at such a young age. We can both get what we want here. I can help you.”

Snaking a hand down her body, I squeezed one of her plump tits. “A sweet young thing like you in prison? Terrible things will happen to you Carrie. I would hate for that.” Still squeezing and fondling her tit in a circular motion as she tensed beneath me, I continued “Why get fucked and groped by a dozen disease-ridden prison guards, when we could have such a nice time together?”. She started to wail as I gave one final hard squeeze and then walked back to sit behind my desk, cock now tenting my pants impressively – I’m a big guy, I don’t know what to tell you.

Speaking briskly and matter-of-factly, I went on “If we can come to an agreement, I will allow you to continue working here on your current salary. You will maintain your current duties, but in addition you will be mine to fuck whenever I wish. I will be discreet about the arrangement and I will mainly use you within the confines of this office, both during and after work hours.

Occasionally I may require you to service me elsewhere. I already enjoy the way you dress, but from now on you’ll no longer wear panties and you’ll wear stockings for me under those tight little skirts of yours. We will continue this agreement until I say so. I don’t expect you to date anyone during this time and I will be coming copiously inside your tight little snatch, so I suggest you make whatever lifestyle adjustments you need so as not to find yourself inconvenienced. Now, Carrie. What’s it to be? Are we going to be friends, or am I calling the police?”

She said nothing, a picture of total misery and disbelief, whilst still utterly fuckable. Again, I stretched my hand out to my phone as I spoke the final words. I smiled as I watched her wrestle with this choice. As I punched the first number, she blurted out “No! No! Don’t call. I’ll do it!”

“What will you do Carrie?”

“What you asked”

“Call me Sir, Carrie. Know your place. And tell me exactly what you’re agreeing to.”

She looked up at me through a cloud of hair, eyes swollen from crying, “I’ll be yours Sir. I’ll be yours to…”

“To fuck, Carrie. You’ll be mine to fuck, whenever, wherever and however I want. Say it.”

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Blackmailed By Her Neighbour - This age-gap menage goes out with a bang!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 23 Jun 2026 13:17:28 GMT

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After a long minute of ecstasy, I felt my senses start to return, the men had disentangled themselves from me and I was on my back on the floor. Brian had settled between my thighs and I felt the first thrust of his angry cock delve into me. Fucking me with hard, relentless strokes, he resumed sucking on my tits, breaking away occasionally to push his tongue back down my throat, thrusting it into me in rhythm with his raging prick. The other men were standing around me, all watching, all stroking their cocks.

I was still so turned on from my latest orgasm that I found my pussy ready to cum again almost immediately. As it coursed through me, Brian forced his tongue as far as it would go into my mouth and groaned out his release, jerking shakily against me as he noisily unleashed his load into my twitching depths.

He rolled off me with a groan and Mickey immediately settled between my thighs. “Clean her up, Mickey,” said Eric, with that awful sardonic chuckle of his. “Get her nice and ready for Keith”.

I propped myself up on my elbows, unable to believe my eyes. Mickey was sucking hungrily at my cunt, drinking up Brian’s cum as Eric filmed it all.

“You’re a kinky old bastard Mickey, I’ll give you that,” said Tony.

Mickey looked up, mouth full of my and Brian’s combined fluids and grinned at him, then went right back to work, not stopping until he’d got every drop. My pussy was still soaking, but the thick, heavy sensation of Brian’s spunk inside me was gone.

Keith pushed Mickey aside and knelt down, turning me over and pulling me onto my knees. He delivered another few crisp spanks to my ass, then trailed his cockhead lazily along my puckered back entrance. I froze in horror, clenching my ass cheeks together, inadvertently squeezing on his tip.

“Oh Katie, that feels so fucking good. Your ass squeezing around me like that. Don’t worry, bitch. I’m not taking it today. But next time, you’re getting this thick fucking cock, right up your tight little asshole. Maybe then you won’t be such a tightarsed fucking bitch.” He laughed and slid his cock up and down against my crack a few more times, dipping it into the wetness of my cunt and spreading it around. With one final slap to my ass, he grabbed my shoulder and fed his cock into my slick, needy pussy with his other hand.

“Fuck, your cunt feels incredible. You fucking dirty slut. I’m going to fuck you so hard that your fucking teeth rattle. Take it, you fucking little whore, take my fucking cock and thank me for it.”

He drove into me relentlessly, pounding my drenched pussy with everything he had. Unable to help myself, I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for him.

“Beg me for my fucking cock, you filthy bitch. Fucking beg me for it.”

“Please Keith, please fuck me with your beautiful, hard cock. I’m begging you, please fuck me hard so I can cum all over it.”

He groaned and somehow started to fuck me even harder, his balls slapping against the base of my pussy with every determined thrust.

“I’m not making you cum, bitch, I wouldn’t give you the fucking satisfaction.” And he pulled out of me, wrenched me onto my back and started wanking his cock over my face, his knees on either side of my head.

“Tell me you’re sorry that you’re such a stuck-up little cunt.” His hand was moving so fast along his thick length, the veins standing up angrily as he frigged himself into a frenzy.

“I’m sorry I’m such a stuck-up little cunt.” I cried out and I saw his whole cock throb at my words.

“Beg me to cum on your fucking face, slut.”

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Blackmailed By Her Neighbour - Katie gets spanked and sucks a LOT of middle-aged cock!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 16 Jun 2026 17:09:20 GMT

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Eric was behind me in a flash, pressing his whole body against me. He’d also stripped down to his underpants and I felt his erection pressing between my ass cheeks. My head fell against his neck as he resumed his earlier groping of my tits. He squeezed them all over, then worked his way to my nipples, pinched them and then pulled on them, rolling them beneath his fingers, before squeezing my whole tits and starting all over again.

Tony, meanwhile, carried on pumping his fingers in and out of my tight channel, but spat on his thumb and started slowly circling it around my clit. My knees almost buckled and I only stayed upright by pressing harder against Eric, who groaned at the extra stimulation on his cock.

I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. This was the stuff of my worst nightmares, trapped and at the mercy of a roomful of men who I wouldn’t have fucked if my life depended on it. But, humiliatingly, my body was betraying me; I couldn’t stop it from responding to their touch. I rose up on my tiptoes but carried on gyrating against Tony’s hand and Eric’s crotch.

Horrified, I realised that I was desperate to cum. I didn’t want to give any of them the satisfaction, but my whole pussy was throbbing, I was creaming all the way down my thighs and I could feel I was on the brink of the orgasm of a lifetime.

I closed my eyes, so at least I didn’t have to watch them witness my debasement and totally lost control, humping Tony’s fingers desperately and lowering my hands onto Eric’s, clamping them more firmly over my heaving tits. Fuck, fuck, fuck… I couldn’t stop this.

My knees buckled, my pussy spasmed and flooded and I thrashed desperately between Eric and Tony as a huge orgasm ripped through me. Tony pumped his fingers faster and faster in and out of my quivering depths. I screamed out my release, almost sobbing with shame and relief. “Yessssssssssss! Oh God, oh God, oh God, please don’t stop!”

I shook all over, riding wave after wave of pure ecstasy, not wanting it to stop, already dreading returning to the reality of Eric’s sitting room and the humiliation that awaited.

All too soon though, I was spent. I realised that I’d lowered one of my hands down to Tony’s, forcing his fingers even deeper inside me. I relaxed my grip on him and Eric and sank to my knees, utterly mortified.

Keith walked over, also now only in his underpants and openly laughing at me. “Well, well, well. Look at Little Miss La-Di-Fucking-Da, creaming her snatch for Tony and Eric. Not so fucking snooty now, are you?”

Grabbing my arm, he dragged me across the carpet to the sofa and had me draped across his lap before I knew what was happening to me. I was quickly brought back to reality as he started raining spanks onto my upturned ass.

“Dirty, dirty, little bitch, aren’t you?” *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK*

I squealed out in horror and tried to get up. He was surprisingly strong, hooking both of my elbows behind my back with just one of his arms and swinging a leg across my thighs, trapping me completely.

He carried on spanking me relentlessly as I pleaded with him to stop, choking on tears. I couldn’t believe how much it fucking hurt

*SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK*

I struggled and squirmed against him, the now familiar sensation of an elderly boner pressing against my crotch. Keith was obviously loving this as much as I was hating it.

He finally stopped after countless blows to my ass, which was so hot and so sore now. I turned my head and could see the other four men lined up across the opposite sofa, all of them stroking their cocks as they watched the assault on my ass.

I felt Keith’s greedy hands wandering across my ass cheeks, squeezing and pinching me all over. God, it stung so much. I shifted uneasily on his lap, trying to get some relief.

“Yeah, you nasty little slut. Rub your filthy little pussy against my fat cock.”

I stopped moving and he immediately delivered another five stinging slaps across my ass.

“I said RUB MY COCK, you dirty, stuck-up little bitch.”

Crying out in pain, I started wriggling on his lap, pressing my crotch down against his. He put his hand firmly down on my ass, increasing the pressure and thrusting up to meet me. To my horror, I felt his middle finger worming itself into my crack and pressing down on the puckered opening of my ass. He rubbed it there, grinding me down onto his cock and then tapping hard against my asshole.

“Next time, I’m fucking this ass and stretching this foul little hole of yours until you beg for mercy.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said Eric, with that evil laugh of his, “we haven’t even decided whether we’re going to invite her back yet.”

Walking towards me, now fully naked and rubbing his cock slowly, Eric sat down next to me, shunted himself under my face and pushed my head down into his crotch. “Be a good girl and suck me off whilst Keith finishes his turn, and we’ll see about doubling your pay for today. If you do well, you can come back every week and we won’t have to show Dave the video of you begging Tony and me to make you cum.”

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Blackmailed By Her Neighbour - Katie gets passed around!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 13:01:56 GMT

I looked at Eric helplessly, tears now pouring down my cheeks. “What do you want?” I asked shakily.

“Same as I’ve always said, Katie. I just want you to be a good, obedient girl for us all this afternoon.”

“And what, exactly, does that mean?”

“Well, first of all, I think you should make sure that Brian here has a lovely birthday treat. Brian, what can Katie do for you? I’m sure she’d welcome the opportunity to show us all what a good girl she’s going to be. Wouldn’t you Katie?”

Through sobs, I looked around the room at them all, noticing with horror and resignation that their erect cocks were tenting all of their trousers, even ancient old Mickey. I didn’t have any alternative though. I’d be in trouble if Dave found out about the money, but that video would be the end of everything. What if they showed anyone else? I shuddered at the thought.

As if reading my mind, Eric said, “I wouldn’t hesitate too long, Katie. If you’re going to be our special girl, then we’ll make sure this video doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. And between us all, I’m sure we can come up with a financial arrangement that will take away that nasty debt of yours. Eventually.”

They all laughed again at this. Keith was now openly rubbing his cock through his trousers as he looked at me.

I had no choice. “Yes, Eric. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“For all of us, Katie?”

I nodded with gritted teeth and the men all cheered.

“Good girl Katie. Now, why don’t you ask Brian what he’d like for his birthday? And make sure you ask him nicely.”

These fucking assholes. Turning to Brian, I smiled as sweetly as I was able and said “What would you like, Birthday Boy?”

His disgusting red face beamed at me. “I’d like a nice round of the bumps.”

“The bumps?”

“Yes, that’s a nice little birthday tradition, isn’t it?”

“You want me to give you the bumps?”

“No, Katie. The boys are going to give you the bumps, and I’m going to enjoy watching your little skirt fly up and down through the air and your tits jiggling about. And then you’re going to sit on my knee and give me a special birthday kiss.”

I felt sick. Whatever I’d imagined, this was worse.

Eric chided me, “Katie, you need to start appreciating this kind offer of ours and cheer the fuck up. None of us wants to look at you with that face on. Remember what a privilege we’re all affording you with our company. Or the deal’s off”

“Sorry, Eric.” I rearranged my features and smiled brightly at Brian. “I’d love to have the bumps, let’s do this!”

“Good girl,” he and Eric chorused approvingly.

The men closed in around me. Keith and Mickey took an arm each and Tony and Eric grabbed each of my legs. Before I knew it, I was up in the air, spread out, with Brian standing between my outstretched, shaking thighs.

“Lovely stuff,” Brian said, actually rubbing his hands together with glee. “Send her up, boys!”

They started hefting me up and down, laughing and braying as they did. My skirt flipped up immediately, giving them all a view of my tiny little knickers. I was pretty sure that my pussy lips were peeking out either side, my thong dislodged from the force of them bouncing me around.

Up and down they swung me, over and over again as they all hooted with excitement. I had no control over my body as they flung me about. I could feel my tits about to pop out of the dress, but couldn’t do anything about it, with each of my limbs in one of their meaty paws.

“Stop a second, lads,” I heard Brian say.

They relented and I was finally still again. I struggled in their grasp, trying to right myself. Suddenly, I felt Brian’s hands digging into each of my thighs, squeezing the tops of them and moving towards my knickers.

“It’s a lovely view she’s giving us all, but I think we can make it even better!” And with that, he tore my thong off my body as I shrieked in shock and dismay. He held it above his head in triumph, then raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply. I was so repulsed, but was powerless to resist.

“What’s this, eh Katie? Lads, her knickers are all wet!”

He held them up for everyone to see and, to my shame, there was a dark, wet patch, giving my arousal away.

Lewd comments poured out from each of them as I closed my eyes and tried to stop the latest humiliated tears from falling.

“Open your eyes, Katie,” said Eric. “You wouldn’t want to miss a minute of this, would you?”

I opened my eyes in time to see Brian tucking my shredded thong into his pocket. “Thanks for the present, Cocksucker Katie,” he said. “Let’s keep bumping her, boys!”

Legs spread, pussy now fully displayed to them all, they resumed their actions, but moving more slowly this time. Yet again, I found myself getting turned on from being displayed to them all and my treacherous pussy started creaming again. I prayed they wouldn’t notice.

After another couple of minutes, Brian told them to stop and I was carried over to one of the sofas and dumped onto it. Brian sat down beside me. “Now Katie,” patting his thigh, “why don’t you sit on my lap and give me that special kiss I wanted?”

Trying to rearrange what little clothing I still had on, I clambered onto his lap, his hard cock immediately pressing into my ass.

He untied the apron and tossed it onto the floor. Putting an arm around me, he pulled me even closer and pushed my thighs apart. “Look at this bald little cunt,” he said, his hand trailing down, cupping the whole of my pussy. “Are you a dirty little girl, with a bald little pussy, Katie? It feels lovely. Do you want to be my dirty little girl? Hmmm?”

“Yes, Brian. I’d love to be a dirty girl for you.” Shit, just saying this, I could feel my pussy juices starting to flow again. There was something about being totally powerless and at the mercy of these five guys who were so desperate to fuck me that was making me really fucking wet. Hopefully, he wouldn’t find out.

He started kissing and sucking on my neck, then whispering disgusting filth into my ear about how long he’d thought about fucking me and what a lucky boy he was to have such a sexy birthday treat. The hand around my shoulder moved down and he started groping my tit, then his other hand started burrowing into my cunt. He pushed 2 fingers straight into my pussy, then raised his head and said “Fucking hell boys, she’s soaking fucking wet.” Abruptly pulling his fingers out, he held them up and showed the men how they’d come away thickly coated in my wetness.

I was mortified and they all started calling out revolting things about my filthy little snatch and what a dirty little girl I was.

“Take your clothes off,” Brian said. “I want a proper look at you, and nasty little whores like you need to stop pretending that they’re modest.”

I looked around at them all, pleading with my eyes for them to relent.

“Do it,” Eric said. “Quickly. Before we do it for you.”

Oh Christ. Anything but that. Jumping up, making them all laugh again, I shimmied out of the dress and bra as quickly as I could and got back on Brian’s lap. He’d removed his trousers and I was only separated from his rock-hard cock by the thin fabric of his underpants.

“Spread your legs again,” he said, already pushing them apart with his hand.

I repositioned myself exactly as I had been and he moved his hand back to my tit and the other into my pussy. Thrusting two fingers in and out of me, he started to suck on my tits, alternating between them and slobbering across them, groaning and panting as he did.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for a long fucking time, Katie. These pretty little tits of yours in my mouth.” He licked obscenely across my nipples, tongue lolling across them, utterly unconcerned that he was being witnessed by four of his friends as his fingers continued to move steadily in and out of me, the sticky sounds letting everyone in the room know that my pussy was loving every second of this.

He suckled and bit my tits and nipples for several minutes before raising his head, grabbing the back of my neck and forcing his mouth onto mine, his hot, wet tongue probing deeply past mine and down my throat. I almost gagged from the pressure and from the sick feeling that Brian Cleaver’s tongue was in my mouth. He kissed me brutishly for another couple of minutes, our combined spit running down my chin and pooling between my tits as his fingers stabbed relentlessly in and out of my pussy and his cock jerked up against my ass.

Finally, he pushed me away. “That’s enough for now. Who wants her next?”

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Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Fri, 05 Jun 2026 07:38:23 GMT

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I felt the warmth of his hands as he slowly squeezed my arse cheeks, and all of my apprehensions melted away. He took his time, slowly fondling and caressing my arse and thighs. I pressed back into him eagerly, angling my pussy towards his hands, but he pushed me back down authoritatively.

“Don’t get greedy, Evie. You’ll get what you’re given.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Another chuckle. “I knew you were going to be fun, Goldilocks, but I never expected you’d be such an obedient little slut for me. What a fucking treat you are. Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many shall we do?”

I had no idea what to say. He waited a few seconds, then asked, “How many do you want?”

I knew, instantly. “Twenty, please, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

God, I loved hearing the approval in his voice.

The first smack landed without warning; sharp, heavy, and perfectly aimed across the centre of my right cheek. The sound cracked through the office like a whip. I gasped, my body jolting forward across the desk.

“Count them, Evie,” he said, softly.

“One, Sir,” I breathed.

The second followed quickly on the left, harder. Heat bloomed instantly across my skin.

“Two, Sir.”

He built a steady rhythm, each strike deliberate and controlled. By the fifth, my arse was already throbbing, a deep, stinging warmth spreading across both cheeks.

He took a pause, leaving only the throb in his wake.

“What are you being punished for, Evie?”

“For trespassing in your office, Sir.”

“What else?”

“For being a naughty girl, Sir.”

“Are you a naughty girl, Evie?”

“Yes Sir, but I want to be a good girl for you.” Even as I said it, I realised I fucking meant it.

“Do good girls end up getting spanked by strangers? Bent over and stripped with cum drying on their faces?”

My pussy clenched. “No, Sir.”

“You must still be a very naughty girl then. Better spank it out of you.”

I braced as he resumed, harder this time.

After the tenth spank, he took another break and ran his palms along my burning cheeks, somehow absorbing the heat and taking the sting away. I moaned in relief, pushing against him again. This time, he had mercy and slid two thick fingers between my legs, thrusting them deep inside my pussy, filling me up in the way that I had been craving ever since he’d walked through the door.

“Fucking hell,” he murmured, voice low with approval. “You’re dripping down your thighs, sweetheart. Soaking wet from being spanked like a naughty, naughty little slut.”

I whimpered, chasing his hand, desperate for more pressure. He gave me one slow stroke, teasing my swollen clit, then withdrew and delivered the next three spanks in quick succession. Each one stung more than the last, the pain sharpening into something I barely understood, but somehow never wanted to end.

By spank number fifteen, I was shaking all over. My arse felt raw, fiery, every nerve screaming. Yet every time his palm connected, I was getting wetter and wetter. He noticed. Of course he did.

He stopped again, this time pushing three fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, clenching around the sudden fullness.

“Listen to that,” he said, slowly pumping them in and out. “You’re absolutely drenched. Greedy little cunt, making such filthy sounds for me.”

“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.

“Please, what?” He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside me until I stood up on tiptoe, pushing desperately back against his hand.

“Please fuck me, Sir. I need it. Oh, fuck, I’m so close…”

He pulled his fingers free and brought his hand down hard on my already tender arse. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Each smack harder than the one before. I was panting, feet planted firmly back on the floor now. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my hips grinding uselessly against the edge of the desk as I submitted to blow after delicious blow.

By nineteen, my desperation had turned frantic. My pussy ached, empty and throbbing. I could feel how wet I was, dripping down my inner thighs now, shameless.

“Last one already,” he drawled. “What a shame. Better make it count.”

The twentieth strike was the hardest yet, landing low where my arse met my thighs. I cried out, the pain flashing white-hot before melting into a deep, pulsing ache that matched the one in my needy pussy.

Before I could catch my breath, his hand was back between my legs. Two fingers plunged deep, fucking me with rough, possessive strokes while his thumb pressed firmly on my clit.

“Good girl, Goldilocks,” he murmured roughly, still sawing his fingers in and out of me. “You took your spanking like such a good girl.”

“Oh God, Sir, please,” I begged, voice cracking in desperation. “I need to cum. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

He leaned over me, his hard cock pressing against my sore arse through his trousers, his breath hot against my ear.

“You’ll cum when I decide you’ve earned it,” he said, still working his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. “And right now, I’m enjoying how eager and desperate you sound, shaking your pretty little arse in the air.”

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Blackmailed By Her Neighbour - The fun starts here!

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 02 Jun 2026 13:05:27 GMT

Now

Here I was, again.

Bound, spread-eagled on my ‘kindly’ neighbour Eric’s bed, with a queue of his closest pals lined up along the wall, stroking their cocks, each awaiting their turn to fuck me.

The worst of it was, I was looking forward to it. I knew I’d soon be begging each of these guys for their hard cocks, lost in ecstasy under their relentless thrusts, my pussy drenched and clenching uncontrollably as I came again and again.

They’d take me one by one, and they’d take me two, three, four, even five at a time, mercilessly using each of my holes however they wanted. And I was going to love every filthy second.

In the background, a wide-screen TV showed the video of last week’s gathering; my mouth wide open to swallow the two cocks that were roughly forced into it. My pussy was being pounded to within an inch of its life as I shuddered and came, thanking the men breathlessly for their cum.

How the fuck had this become my life?

Then

Well, I’d really fucked up this time. My boyfriend Dave had warned me that MLM schemes were bullshit, but I’d been taken in by the glossy website and paid £3000 to sign up. It had used up all of my savings and Dave had been furious when he found out - we were supposed to be saving for a house.

What he didn’t know was that I was now in £9000 of debt. My ill-advised side-hustle had spiralled completely out of control.

I was fucked. There wasn’t anyone I could ask for the money and my day job didn’t pay nearly enough to get me out of this hole.

I couldn’t tell Dave. He’d bailed me out too many times before. I really loved him and I couldn’t risk losing him over this.

In desperation, I thought I might as well try to shift some product in my street. The MLM company sold skincare, but I couldn’t think of anyone stupid enough to buy it.

Then it hit me! Eric! He lived about 15 doors up. He was retired and had pots of cash, judging by the fancy car on his drive. He was a sweet old dear and always made a beeline for me at street get-togethers. He must have a girlfriend or two, or a sister, that he needed to buy presents for.

I changed into a low-cut top and a clinging mini-skirt. That should guarantee me an invite. I wasn’t even sure if he could get it up at his age, but his eyes still worked, so I might as well give him something to look at.

I did my hair and make-up and blew myself a kiss in the mirror. I was a financial disaster, but I was hot as fuck. It’s how I always got myself out of trouble. When Dave and I argued, all it took was me bending over in lingerie and heels and he’d forgive me, every time.

But, until I figured out an outfit worth £9000 of forgiveness, I was headed over to Eric’s with a bagful of jars and bottles. I’d flash him a glimpse of my tits, laugh at his jokes and hopefully take him for a couple of hundred quid.

As I’d hoped, he opened the door with a wide smile and ushered me in.

“Katie! How wonderful to see you! And looking lovely as always!”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek, letting my body squeeze against his as I did, my tits briefly pressing against his chest. I was going to play this old boy like a fiddle.

We sat down on one of three massive sofas in his sitting room. Eric’s house was the biggest on the street, his place was a palace compared to mine and Dave’s. He made us tea and I started my sales pitch.

He looked confused. “Have you left your job? When did you start doing this?”

“Oh, you know, I just thought I’d make some extra cash. Pay for holidays and things.” Putting a hand on his thigh, I gave him a wink, “It costs a lot of money to look this good, Eric.”

He looked me up and down in a way that suddenly made me realise how much skin I was showing. “Well yes, you do always look lovely, Katie.”

He put his hand over mine and gave it a squeeze. I suddenly started to feel less in control of this situation than I wanted to be. It didn’t help that his house was freezing and my nipples were standing out like bullets.

He cleared his throat. “I’m not really one for lotions and potions, but if you need some extra cash, I have a little idea for you. I’m having some friends over on Friday afternoon. A bit of an old boys’ reunion. Why don’t you do a bit of waitressing for us - hand out the drinks and things? Say noon until eight? £150?”

“£150, Eric?” Pushing my tits out further, my nipples clearly visible, pointing through my thin top.

He looked hungrily at my cleavage, cleared his throat and said “Let’s say £200, shall we?” I nodded and he squeezed my hand again, saying “Good girl.”

His eyes lingered over my body and I felt slightly uneasy. But I dismissed it. He was going to be putty in my hands. And handing out crisps to a bunch of boring old farts was going to be a piece of piss for £200.

On Friday I pulled a sickie at work, feigning a mysterious bug. Dave was going out after work and wouldn’t be back until late, so he’d be none the wiser about my little money-making jaunt to Eric’s. I got ready, putting a black push-up bra and matching thong on under my black lace dress. If I was going to work the room, I wanted to feel sexy from the skin out.

I walked up Eric’s path as I heard the clock strike noon in his sitting room. Right on time! And ready to charm the pants off these tedious old bastards.

Eric swung the door open, just as he had a few days before, “Welcome to the party, Katie! Thanks so much for coming to help out.” He kissed me on the cheek and I felt his whole body squeeze between my thighs as he held me close for a few seconds longer than I expected.

“Just one thing before we get started. Why don’t you follow me?” and he headed up the stairs before I could protest. He led me along the landing and ushered me into a bedroom, where a bag awaited me on the bed.

“One of the boys, Brian, it’s his birthday today and I thought we could have a bit of fun if you wore this for the afternoon. I’ll leave you to get changed,” and he whisked himself out before I had time to respond.

Opening the bag, I laughed out loud. Not on your fucking life, Eric. Inside was a tacky little French maid’s outfit, with a tiny skirt and even smaller apron. I wasn’t sure the top would even cover my boobs. Nope. Not happening.

I left the room, ready to head downstairs and let Eric know that I’d stay in the dress I was wearing, thanks. But he was hovering right outside the door, waiting.

“Something wrong, Katie?”

I laughed and tried to brave it out “Eric, that dress would barely fit me. I’ll stay in what I’m wearing, if that’s ok?”

To my shock, he said irritably, “No, Katie. That won’t do at all. Brian’s looking forward to this. We’re all looking forward to this. So why don’t you shimmy that pretty little bottom of yours back into the room and do as you’re told?” He smiled as he said it, but the smile had an edge to it that I didn’t like. Not one bit.

I fluttered my eyelashes, determined to get my way, “Eric, don’t you like the dress that I’m wearing?” I did a slow little twirl for him.

He pulled a pile of cash out of his pocket. “Katie, for this afternoon, you’re in my employment. We’ve agreed that I’ll pay you for your troubles. And what I want is for you to be a good little girl for me. If you can’t do that, then I think this arrangement is terminated.”

He fanned out the notes, showing me the £200. “Do you want this money or not, Katie?”

My face flaming red, I said “Yes Eric. Yes, please.”

“Money has to be earned Katie, you understand that don’t you?”

“Yes, Eric.” How was he making me feel like a naughty little schoolgirl? His sternness was almost hot. I could feel myself starting to get wet. I clamped my thighs together. No more of that. Gross.

“Tell you what,” he said, pulling out another wad of notes, “I’ll make this easy for you. Why don’t we call it £400, and you’ll wear the dress. Or you can leave now, with nothing.”

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Blackmailed By Her Doctor - The Climax 💦

Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Wed, 27 May 2026 20:39:09 GMT

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Changing sides of the bed every few minutes, I licked and sucked her tits and nipples, drooling and biting on them, enjoying the little gasps and moans that escaped from her. Finally satisfied I let go of the one that I was holding and sat back. Both her tits stood up proudly, glistening with the spit that I’d smeared all over them.

“Time for the final test,” I said, cheerfully and started to blow cool air across her chest, aiming it at those sweet rosy nipples of hers. They tightened instantly, hardening into tight little bullets.

“Very good, Jenna. This is exactly the response I was looking for.”

“Oh, thank goodness, Doctor!”

“Yes. Now, let’s see if they stay stiff once I stop blowing. Please pinch your nipples for me Jenna, keep them as hard as you can. You may need to twist them a little if they start softening. Close your eyes, so you’re fully focused on the sensation and let me know if anything changes.”

I really wasn’t sure if she’d go for this, but she blinked her eyes shut and moved her hands swiftly to her tits, pulling on her nipples, exactly as I’d asked. I stood back and watched her. This was the stuff my dreams had been made of for as long as I could remember: Jenna Green, stretched out naked on my examination table, legs spread in the stirrups, heels on her pretty little feet, tugging on nipples that I’d spent 20 minutes sucking on and soaking with my spit. She was so fucking beautiful.

I filmed her on my phone for a minute or so, daring to stroke my cock as I did. She was an excellent patient, keeping her eyes firmly closed and providing a running commentary of what she found most sensitive.

I moved my chair and settled between her legs, the angle of the table giving me a view up her body. My face was inches from her sweet little pussy. I inhaled her scent, barely restraining myself from burying my face between her inviting folds.

Standing up, so I could watch her face as my fingers penetrated her tight snatch, I said, “Jenna, it’s time for me to examine you here. You’re just going to feel a stretch as I push my fingers in, ok?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

My fingers slid into her waiting pussy incredibly easily. I pumped my fingers in and out of her a few times, loving the way her juices coated my ungloved fingers. “Jenna, you’re very wet down here. Have you found that you’re producing a lot of lubrication lately? It’s important that I know.”

Her face reddened again. “Oh, Doctor. I’m so embarrassed. I could feel myself getting turned on as I talked about Greg. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s ok, Jenna. Not to worry. It’s all perfectly natural.” I smiled at her reassuringly as I carried on fingering her beautifully tight cunt. Wet as she was, her pussy still gripped at my fingers. I couldn’t wait until her tight muscles were milking my prick. The sound of her arousal filled the room and Jenna’s blushes increased.

I suddenly had a brainwave. “Jenna, I’m still a little concerned about the risk of an STI. Is the consistency of your vaginal fluids the same, have you noticed any changes?”

“No, Doctor.”

“Ok, good. How about the taste? Any changes there?”

“Oh! Doctor! I… I wouldn’t know about that.”

“No problem, we can test that out now. I’m just going to make sure I get enough so that we have a proper sample. You might feel some pressure.” With that, I shoved my fingers as deep as I could into her juicy little hole, twisting them around, scraping at her insides. She grunted in discomfort, her body twitching as she endured my probing. I really went for it for the final few strokes, frantically jabbing in and out of her pussy, imagining my cock replacing my fingers soon and slamming into her punishingly.

My fingers glistening with her sticky juices, I held them aloft. “This should be plenty!”

I walked to the head of the bed and touched my fingers to her lips.

“Doctor! What are you doing?”

“I seem to remember you saying that you’d tasted yourself when Greg kissed you after making you cum with his mouth? Wasn’t that right? As I recall, you fucked his hand as he pinned you against the wall, almost naked, then you fucked his mouth and tongue and he fed you back your pussy juices when he kissed you. Wasn’t that how it went, Jenna? I believe you said you couldn’t get enough of the taste of your pussy at the time. No?”

“Oh, Doctor. You make it sound so dirty. But, yes, that’s what happened.”

“Just as I thought. So open wide and you’re going to suck this off my fingers and tell me if it tastes any different. Ok, Jenna?”

A pause, then she said, “Yes, Doctor.”

“Good girl.” And I pushed my fingers between her full, perfect lips, sawing them back and forth. “Lick it all up, Jenna. Suck hard and let me know how it tastes.”

God! The sight of her taking my fingers deep into her mouth, choking on them as her tongue slid all over them, her lips suckling at my knuckles. I forced them further in, ”Make sure you get it all, Jenna.”

She looked up and nodded, increasing her efforts. The noise of her slurping alone was enough to make my balls tighten. I kept shoving my fingers in and out long after she’d cleaned them of her arousal.

Finally, I slid them out and she gasped, catching her breath. “So, Jenna, what do you think? The same?”

“I think so, Doctor.”

“You think? We should be sure about this, Jenna. I’d hate for Bobby to find out your dirty little secret. You know your life will be ruined if he finds out you let some college boy fuck your naked body against the wall of a parking lot? If he knew how you begged for his cock, his tongue, taking his cum in your tight little hole?”

“Oh, Doctor! Please make sure for me! What other tests can we do?”

Settling back in my chair in front of her pussy, I said, “I have a lot of experience in this area, Jenna. Why don’t you let me perform my own diagnosis? Is that what you want?”

“Yes please, Doctor. Please!”

“Ok, Jenna. Not to worry, dear. The Doctor’s going to make it allll better.” Pushing my palms under her tight, firm ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze, I said “You’re going to feel some pressure on your genitals. I’m going to taste you myself. I wouldn’t normally do this for a patient, but I want to make sure you’re getting the best possible care.”

“Doctor? You’re going to…? What?”

Moving close to her pussy, so that she’d feel my hot breath across her slit as I spoke, I said, “It’s ok, Jenna. No-one will ever know. I’m just going to make sure that you don’t taste unusual. I’m going to start with my fingers again, then you might feel my tongue. It’s all perfectly natural, just relax and it’ll be over soon.”

Her thighs were still tense and I could tell she might be about to protest. “Jenna, if you prefer, we can stop this right now, but I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I thought you were at risk of infecting poor Bobby with something horrible. It would be my professional duty to let him know that you might have put him in danger. It would be such a shame if I had to do that, just because you’re feeling a little embarrassed right now. Now, should I carry on?”

After a pause, she said, “Yes, Doctor. Do what you have to do.”

“Now, Jenna. You’re making it sound as though I’m doing something wrong here. I’m going to need you to ask me nicely before my conscience will let me continue.”

“What do you mean, Doctor?”

Still breathing hotly across her cunt, marveling at its pink, juicy perfection, I said, “Ask me to taste your pussy, Jenna. Ask the Doctor nicely to do his job and tongue your cunt. That’s what Greg called it, isn’t it? Your cunt. Ask me to eat your cunt, just like he did, or I’ll have to stop and ask you to leave so I can call Bobby.”

She hesitated for just a second before saying, “Please Doctor, please eat my cunt. Taste all of it and let me know that I’m ok, please?”

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Dinah Fyre: Erotica Wonderland — Tue, 26 May 2026 14:47:57 GMT

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“You’re doing amazingly,” he said, still snapping away. “These photos are gorgeous. Do you need a break?”

I thought about this for a second. If I stopped, I didn’t know if I would have the courage to start again. “No,” I replied, “let’s keep going.”

“Good girl.”

Yet again, my pussy responded disconcertingly quickly to this phrase.

I awaited further instruction, still not really sure what to do.

“Do you want to pop up onto the table?” he asked.

There was a large table covered in the same white sheeting that draped the wall. I did as he suggested and perched on it awkwardly.

“Sit back a little bit, spread your legs… lovely!”

It felt so easy being directed by him, so easy to obey him.

“A little more for me, Cara,”

Feeling my thighs trembling slightly as I opened them wide for him, I spread them apart until I felt my hips starting to strain, my pussy inadvertently pushing out closer towards him.

Looking up at the screen I realised he had zoomed directly onto my knickers, photographing just my crotch, taking multiple shots, zooming closer and closer in. Every detail of the lace was blown up on the 70-inch screen.

Zooming out a little, he said, “Do you want to show me your pussy?”

I did. Fuck, I really did.

I still hadn’t replied when he said, “If you do, just pull your knickers aside a little bit, but keep them on. Just give me a glimpse. I bet you’re fucking beautiful down there.”

My hand only hesitated for a second before I moved it down and tugged the lace across, hardly thinking as I exposed myself to him.

I kept hearing the same steady click and beep as he took photographs.

“God, Cara,” he said, his voice thick, “You are, you’re fucking beautiful. Look at yourself.”

He nodded up at the screen, I looked up, and there was my pussy.

Fuck, he had zoomed all the way in, absolutely unsparing.

I was so wet, it was actually glistening.

“Lovely,” he said, “That’s all I need for now. You can cover yourself back up. Unless you want to touch yourself?”

My breath caught and my clit throbbed impatiently, desperately wanting some attention.

“I… I’m not sure I…”

He looked out from behind the camera with his eyes kind.

“Cara, you’re in control here. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. If you want to play with yourself, of course you can. But if you’re not ready, there’s plenty more for us to do.”

That grin again.

I readjusted my knickers, covering my pussy up again, already intrigued by what else he might have in mind.

“Why don’t you pop back off and bend over the table? Show me that lovely behind of yours.”

I did as he asked, getting myself into position. My back turned, I couldn’t see him from here. I was infinitely curious as to what he might be photographing.

I heard him come closer. I could almost feel the heat of him behind me.

“You’re shaking, Cara,” he said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes… Yes, it’s just so… You know…”

“Yes, my darling, I know. You’re doing amazingly. You’re just so fucking beautiful.”

A pause and then, “Would you like me to take your knickers off?”

A shorter pause before I replied, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he said, “Let me just set up a couple of cameras so that my hands are free.”

He moved away and I heard him padding around the studio, making whatever adjustments he needed to.

I waited, my anticipation mounting; he was back behind me within a minute.

“We’re going to show your bare arse on camera. Is that ok?”

“Yes, Marcus. Please, oh please take off my knickers.” I replied, almost too eagerly.

“You’re going to give me an unobstructed view of your pussy. Exposing yourself to the camera, so everyone can see what a pretty little cunt you have. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes, Marcus,” I whispered. “I want this. I really want this.”

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you? You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you Cara?” he asked, his fingers sliding down, tucking under the lace.

“Yes, Marcus.”

He started slowly, slowly inching the fabric down, revealing me at a torturously slow pace. I was aware that multiple cameras were now taking photos of me at intervals, the flashes exploding across the studio. It should have felt invasive, but I was oddly comfortable, being revealed from every angle. It was becoming more and more obvious how Marcus achieved the surrendered perfection of his images.

“I’m gonna see your little arsehole first. I bet you’re tight back here, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Has anyone ever fucked this tight, perfect little arse?” he asked. I could feel his breath, hot against the backs of my thighs.

“No, Marcus.”

“Never wanted to?” he asked, never stopping the smooth downward motion of his hands, only seconds away from seeing my most private face.

“Cara?” he prompted, “Never wanted a cock in your arse?”

“No, Marcus,” I finally replied, legs trembling, feeling so exposed.

“Such a shame,” he said. “You have such a beautiful little arsehole.”

Again, I felt the cold air dance across my body, fluttering across my exposed pucker. Still, he moved my knickers down, over my arse cheeks.

“Do you want me to zoom in on this spread little arsehole? Take photos of you, right up close. Do you want that, Cara? Do you want to show me who you are?”

“Yes, Marcus. Yes!”

My knickers were moving further and further down. I was so wet. The air felt even cooler. Oh, God. He was looking at my pussy. I knew, I knew he was looking at my pussy.

He gave a little groan of satisfaction that pulsed directly to my clit.

“Oh, Cara, what a sweet, sweet, perfect little cunt.”

My knickers were tight against my thighs, the fabric straining.

“Shall I photograph you exactly like this? Knickers around your thighs, your pussy dripping for me and your tiny little virgin arsehole on display for the whole world to see?”

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