"Co-Workers Blackmail OnlyFans Wives."

Wife starts an onlyfans and her male co workers find out. They blackmail her into making porn with them.

Sierra hit 'post' and watched her latest video go live. Her OnlyFans was on fire, and she craved the adrenaline. The camera didn't miss an inch. She wore a sheer lace robe, teasing but concealing just enough. Her subscribers were insatiable. Her phone buzzed with notifications, sending heat waves through her body. Monday morning, she strode into the AutoZone, her boots echoing loudly. The wolf-whistles from her coworkers were almost as intoxicating as the cash flowing in. Almost. She leaned against the counter, her phone buzzing in her pocket. It was a text from an unknown number: 'Nice work on the site. We know you've been hiding something. We want a piece of the action, or we expose you.' Sierra's breath hitched. Her coworkers—specifically, Jake and Tyler—had found out. She'd noticed their stares, the way they lingered. She'd made it clear she wasn't interested. But now, they had her cornered. She glanced up as Jake sauntered over, his voice low and rough. "What's it gonna be, Sierra?" Sierra met his gaze, her eyes blazing. "When and where?" she murmured. Jake's smirk was predatory. "My place. Tonight. 8 PM." Sierra nodded, her pulse quickening. She knew what she had to do. She turned on her heel, striding towards the back room. She leaned against the cool metal shelves, and let her hand drift under her apron. Her fingers brushed her clit through her jeans, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She could handle this. She was ready for this. She could almost hear her subscribers' voices, their filthy whispers echoing in her mind. She wanted to hear their voices. She straightened, her boots pounding against the concrete floor. She walked out, ready for tonight's show.

Focus on how she is black mailed into cheating on her husband and how her co workers are subtly getting touchy with her

The day dragged on, Sierra's mind a whirl of anticipation and anxiety. She caught Jake and Tyler stealing glances at her, their eyes lingering on her curves, their smiles slick with intent. They were making her nervous, but also making her fucking wet. As the afternoon wore on, Tyler brushed past her, his hand grazing her ass. "You sure you're up for this, Sierra?" he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. She stepped away, her heart pounding. "Don't touch me, Tyler," she warned, but her voice lacked conviction. She could feel her body betraying her, her nipples hardening under her bra. Jake leaned against the counter, watching her. "You know, Sierra, we could make this worth your while," he said, his voice low. "More than just money. We could give you what you need." She scoffed, but her body tensed, hoping he'd elaborate. "And what's that?" He pushed off the counter, taking a step closer. "Satisfaction, Sierra. We could satisfy you in ways you can't even imagine." She held her breath, her body aching with a mix of fear and desire. She knew she should push him away, but her body was screaming for more. She could hear her subscribers' voices again. They wanted her, and they wanted her to be dirty. She glanced at the clock, her heart sinking. It was almost time to go. She had to get home, had to prepare. She had to tell her husband she was working late. She had to lie. She had to cheat. She had to do this, for the money, for the thrill, for the filthy whispers in her mind. She turned to leave, but Jake's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Don't keep us waiting, Sierra," he growled. "We want to see what you're really made of." She pulled her arm away, her breath hitching as she felt his calloused fingers. "I won't," she promised, her voice barely a whisper. She strode away, her body aching with a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew what she had to do. She knew what they wanted. She knew what she wanted. She was going to give in, and she was going to love every filthy minute of it.

When she does go to the house she gets gangbanged by her co workers. They record it and post it on the internet. Eventually her husband Joey finds out and loves it

The night was dark as Sierra pulled up to Jake's house. The porch light flickered on, revealing Tyler standing in the doorway, a sinister smile on his face. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She was here for the money, for the thrill, and maybe, just maybe, for the filthy satisfaction she craved. She stepped out of her car, her boots clicking against the pavement. Tyler's eyes roamed over her, taking in the tight leather pants and the low-cut top she wore. "You look... impressive," he murmured, stepping aside to let her in. Jake was in the living room, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched her approach. "Ready to have some real fun, Sierra?" Jake asked, his voice a low growl. She nodded, her breath hitching as she felt their eyes on her. She was nervous, but her body was on fire, ready for whatever they had in store. Tyler stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. Jake watched, his hand moving to his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans. "I want to see you, Sierra," Jake said, his voice hoarse. "Take it off." She hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of her top, pulling it over her head. Her bra was lace, see-through, and her nipples were hard, pressing against the delicate fabric. Tyler's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, making her moan. Jake stood up, his eyes never leaving her body. "Keep going," he commanded, his voice rough. She unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down along with her panties, kicking them aside. She stood before them, naked and vulnerable, her body trembling with anticipation. Tyler's hands roamed over her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Jake moved closer, his hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're ours tonight, Sierra," he growled. "And we're going to make sure everyone sees what a dirty little slut you are." Sierra's breath hitched, her body aching with need. She knew what she was getting into, and she was ready for it. She was ready for them. She was ready to be used, to be filmed, to be shared. She was ready to be a slut for them, for the camera, for the world to see. Jake's hand moved to her throat, squeezing gently as Tyler's fingers found her clit, circling it, making her moan. "That's it, Sierra," Jake murmured. "Let us hear you. Let everyone hear you." She gasped, her body arching into Tyler's touch. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling on the edge. Jake's grip tightened, his other hand moving to her breast, pinching her nipple. She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her hard. But they weren't done with her. Not by a long shot. Jake released her, stepping back as Tyler turned her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. She could hear the rustle of clothes, the sound of belts being undone. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted them. She wanted to be filled, to be used, to be fucked. And she wanted it all on camera.

Tyler's cock pressed against her ass, hot and hard. He spat on his hand, rubbing it over his length, lubricating himself. Sierra looked over her shoulder, watching as he lined up, his eyes locked on hers. He thrust forward, his hips slapping against her ass as he buried himself deep inside her. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. Tyler groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Jake, now naked, circled around to her front, his cock stiff and proud. He knelt down, his face level with her pussy. He grabbed Tyler's thighs, steadying himself as he leaned in, his tongue licking a hot stripe from her clit to where Tyler was buried inside her. She moaned, her body jerking at the sensation. Tyler chuckled, his pace quickening as Jake's tongue worked its magic. "Fuck, you taste good, Sierra," Jake murmured, his tongue circling her clit before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. Tyler's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. "You like that, don't you, Sierra?" Tyler growled, his voice strained. "You like having your pussy eaten while you're being fucked." She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she hissed. "Fuck yes." Jake pulled back, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Good girl," he said, standing up. He moved behind Tyler, his hand reaching around to grab Tyler's cock, pulling it out of Sierra's pussy. She whimpered at the loss, but her eyes widened as Jake spit on his hand, rubbing it over his own cock before positioning himself at her entrance. "Tyler, switch us," Jake commanded. Tyler pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He moved to the front, his cock replacing Jake's tongue. Jake lined up, his cock pressing against her pussy as Tyler's tongue took over. Jake thrust forward, his hips slapping against her ass as he filled her. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, taking him deeper. Tyler's tongue was relentless, his fingers spreading her lips wide, giving him better access to her clit. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as Jake's thrusts became harder, more desperate. She could hear the distant hum of a camera. She could hear them, the men who wanted her. She could hear the world, waiting to see her come undone. She was ready. She was here for this, for them, for the filth. She was ready to be consumed, to be used, to be fucked, and to be seen.

The front door creaked open, and a group of familiar faces filed into the room. Sierra's coworkers, Mark and Luis, grinned at her, their eyes hungry. Behind them, Dave, a regular customer from the bar where she worked, licked his lips, his gaze fixed on her sprawled, naked form. They were all here for one thing, and one thing only. Jake pulled out of her, his cock glistening, and nodded towards the newcomers. "She's all yours, boys," he said, a smirk on his face. Tyler stood up, his cock still hard, and moved to the side, giving the others room. Mark was the first to approach, his belt already undone, his pants pushing down to his thighs. He knelt behind her, his hands grabbing her hips, positioning himself. He thrust into her, his cock filling her suddenly, making her gasp. He was rough, his thrusts hard and fast, his hands gripping her tightly. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through her. Behind her, Jake and Tyler watched, their hands stroking their cocks, their eyes gleaming with lust. Luis was next, his cock already hard and ready. He moved in front of her, his cock pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his length. He groaned, his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she sucked him. Behind her, Mark's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her. Dave, watching from the side, couldn't wait any longer. He moved behind Luis, his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched Sierra's mouth work. He moved closer, his cock pressing against Luis's ass. Luis looked back, a smirk on his face, and nodded. Dave spat on his hand, rubbing it over his cock, lubricating himself before pushing into Luis. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, their bodies slapping together, their breaths coming in short gasps. The camera hummed in the background, capturing every moment, every detail. Sierra could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with each thrust, with each suck, with each lick. She was on the edge, ready to fall, ready to come undone. She could feel them, all of them, their cocks filling her, using her, fucking her. She was theirs, and she loved every second of it. Mark pulled out of her, his cock glistening. He moved to the side, giving way to Luis. Luis pulled out of her mouth, his cock hard and throbbing. He moved behind her, his cock replacing Mark's, filling her, stretching her. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, taking him deeper. Behind her, Dave's thrusts into Luis became harder, more urgent. She could hear Jake and Tyler, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hands stroking their cocks faster, their eyes never leaving her.

The icy air outside did little to cool Sierra's heated skin. She climbed into her car, her fingers trembling as she started the engine. The drive home was a blur, her mind racing with the day's events. She could still feel Jake's grip on her wrist, hear Tyler's breath on her ear. She parked in the driveway, her heart pounding as she stepped inside. Her husband, Mark, looked up from his laptop, his eyes soft. "Hey, babe. Long day?" She forced a smile, her stomach churning with guilt. "Yeah, something like that. I need to take a shower." He nodded, his attention returning to his screen. Sierra retreated to the bathroom, the hot water washing over her, trying to rinse away the day's filth. But she couldn't scrub off the memory of Jake's and Tyler's touches, the promise of more. She dried off, wrapping a towel around her body, and padded to the bedroom. Mark was still engrossed in his laptop, but as she passed, he caught her arm, his eyes narrowing. "Sierra, what's going on?" She paused, her heart leaping into her throat. "What do you mean?" He gestured to the screen, his face pale. "This. This is you, isn't it?" Her blood ran cold as she looked at the image on the screen. It was a still from one of her videos, her face crystal clear. "Mark, I can explain—" He stood, his voice shaking. "Explain? Explain that you're fucking cheating on me? Explain that you're doing porn?" She reeled back, shock coursing through her. "How did you—" "I have friends too, Sierra," he spat. "Friends who told me about the blackmail, about Jake and Tyler. Friends who showed me your videos." Her world spun, the room tilting around her. "Mark, I'm sorry—" "I don't want your apologies, Sierra," he growled. "I want you out. I want you to pack your things and leave." Her heart shattered, the pieces scattering across the floor. She knew she deserved this, knew she'd brought it on herself. But the pain was still crippling. She turned, her steps heavy as she moved to the closet, her mind numb. She had to go, had to leave the shattered remnants of her life behind. But as she packed, she couldn't shake the memory of Jake's and Tyler's touches, the filthy promise of more. She knew she was ruined, knew she was lost. And she knew she was going to burn in the fire of her own making.

Mark watched Sierra's face, her expression a mix of shock and fear. He let out a bitter laugh, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I'm mad? You think I'm disgusted?" He leaned in, his eyes drilling into hers. "You think I'm gonna kick you out?" Sierra froze, her hands still on the clothes she was packing. "I—I don't know what to think," she stammered. Mark reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You should've just told me, Sierra. You should've told me you liked it dirty. You should've told me you wanted more." Sierra's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch despite the turmoil in her mind. "Mark, I—" He cut her off, his voice a low growl. "I saw the videos, Sierra. I saw what they did to you. And I have to admit, it turned me on." He moved closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against her stomach. "I want to watch, Sierra," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to watch them fuck you. I want to watch you take every inch of them, watch you scream and beg for more." Sierra's knees went weak, her body betraying her as a rush of heat pooled between her legs. Mark's hand slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the towel, pulling it away. "I want to be part of it, Sierra," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to be the one who makes you dirty. I want to be the one who watches you fall apart." She was bare before him, her body exposed, her mind reeling. Mark's hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, making it harden. "Tell me you want it, Sierra," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Tell me you want to be ours. Tell me you want to be fucked by all of us." Sierra's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with need. She looked into Mark's eyes, seeing the lust and the hunger. And she knew, in that moment, she was his. She was theirs. And she wanted it all. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I want it. I want all of you."