So why do I like blackmail phone sex, you ask? Here we go…I smirked as I twirled my phone between my fingers. I could almost hear him squirm over the phone. It was delicious. “You sound nervous, honey,” I purr, so he knows I’m enjoying this. His throat tightens, and he is starting to understand what is happening. I have been collecting significant compromising information about him, information that could undeniably blow his life apart. And he knows I am just the bitch to do it. “Relax,” I coo, “I’m not cruel. I won’t send this to anyone—if you do as you are told.” His jaw clenches, hands gripping the table like he’s trying to stay grounded, but I can feel his apprehension and anxiety. This is my time to shine. And you know he likes this, even if he won’t admit it.
I tilt my head, tracing my nail over the rim of my glass. “You trust me, don’t you?” My voice is all honey and velvet, and when he exhales, it’s shaky. I bite my lip as he unravels. “Good boy,” I whisper, enjoying how his breath hitches. “Now, be a dear and send me some cash, gift cards, and presents. So knock yourself out. You know I hate reaching for my wallet.” His eyes darken, jaw tightening—oh, he’s seething, but there’s something else there, something addictive. “You’re impossible,” he mutters as he starts making good on his responsibilities, and I grin victoriously. “And yet, you’d do anything to keep me happy. We’re going to have so much fun on our blackmail phone sex calls.”
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I bet you didn’t know I was a professional blackmailer, did you? That’s why blackmail phone sex is one of my specialties. I have a way of making men want to confess their sins and wicked deeds on our calls. I can be so understanding and such a good listener. First, I’ll get you to talk about your wife or girlfriend; tell me about your job and where you work. Things that give me access to your personal life. Then, once I have gotten you to trust me and you have shared your dirty, dark secrets, I strike! That’s when I let you know that I plan on exposing you to all of your pervy kinks and desires. I love making men squirm and sweat. You all are just weak little boys in a grown body. And you always think you’re so clever. And you are so willing to spill your guts to someone who makes you feel heard that you freely unload your burdens. Suckers! But, after you’ve provided me with the ammo I need on our blackmail phone sex call, I am sure I can demand any amount of money I choose to convince me to keep your nasty secrets. Are you one of those guys who fucks his secretary? So cliché. Or maybe you coax young girls into trusting you so you can take advantage of them. Or are you one of those sneaky snakes stealing money from the company he works for? I could spend all day guessing what your confession will be. But it’s much more fun to drag it out of you. Then I get to hear you beg me not to expose you and that you will do anything if I just won’t tell anyone. That is why I know I can name any price I want. Because none of you ever wish for your wifey, friends, or anyone to discover what I know about you! Get out your card before you call me, you filthy animal. And be prepared to pay BIG for your secrecy and security.
