1. Blackmailing a celebrity into becoming my piss whore and confessing to her friend


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: True Story, Anal, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Lesbian, Reluctance, Spanking, Toys, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 94.7, Source: sexstories.com

    For Doro. I asked my friends at the bordello to discretely find out where the actress stayed that me and my boyfriend had just taken advantage of a few days earlier, because I felt I wasn't quite done with her, and the thought of turning a celebrity into my personal slut turned me on to no end. Plus, I had leverage on her, with all those compromising pictures I took on my phone. So in the evening, I stood in front of her room at the hotel she was staying, wearing a neat little leather corset I had borrowed from my friend Stef, with accompanying high leather boots, and a just a loose orange batik dress over it, that gave me the look of a s/m hippie chick. I had grinned when I saw myself in the mirror of the elevator and couldn't wait to see how she would react. Gently, I knocked on the door. It took a while before she opened, looking out through a small cleft. She didn't recognize me right away and asked: "Yes, what is it?" Instead of an answer I held up my phone with the picture of her face buried in my muff. Her eyes widened. "What the hell?" she asked. "Give me that!" She reached for my phone but I quickly withdrew it out of her reach. "It's no use," I said. "I've got copies of those stored in all kinds of places." She glared at me with narrow eyes. "What do you want?" she hissed under her breath. I smiled. "Well, I just thought about a continuation of our last encounter. You might not have tried everything I have to offer." I put my hand on my hip and swayed a little ...
    provocatively. Reluctantly, she opened the door. "Come inside," she said, "let's not discuss this out here." I entered a nice, luxurious suite that had shopping bags and clothes strewn all over the place. Seems my american friend used her Europe trip as much for shopping in style as she did for fulfillment of her sexual fantasies. The actress apparently was just trying on dresses, wearing nothing but a sweet little pink babydoll dress with some feathers around the bust, which made her large, artificial breasts look like two giant eggs in a nest. Her bottle-red hair was again pulled up into a ponytail on top of her head, but looked unorderly and messy, probably from changing in and out of all those clothes. She walked over to a settee and rummaged through her handbag, pulling out her purse. "Here," she said, handing me a hand full of money. "I'll pay you. Just give me the pictures and don't tell anyone about them." I shrugged, taking a bank note and slipping it into the top of the corset. "I'll take that for my expenses on the service I'll provide to you," I said, stepping closer to her until my face was just inches away from hers. Without her high heels she was considerably shorter than me and had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. "Now tell me, did you enjoy me and my boyfriend." She opened her mouth, but didn't answer right away and only swallowed, licking her lips. "I..." she stammered, "I... it was..." I sighed, my dominant side losing patience with her prissy attitude and ...
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