Revenge: A Dish Best Served Wet

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Before I get started on this one, let me first give you a little background. I met this guy once, and his name was Paul. Get used to that, because I’ll be mentioning him a lot. He is, basically, the reason every single one of the following events occurred.

I met Paul through work. Well, kinda. I was working as a receptionist at a Law Office, and returning from lunch, coming out of the elevator one day was Paul, and a couple, other (less attractive) men standing around him. He was crying. I was deeply concerned, so I approached him in the hallway.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, with heavy concern in my voice. He inhaled deeply and sat up, looking me straight in the eyes, collecting himself slightly.

“7 years, down the drain. Without even so much as a thank you!” he whimpered. “They push me, and prod me, and then kick me out on my ass!” I was slightly confused. I guess the confusion had leaked onto my expression, because just then, A large, dark woman leaned over and whispered into my ear.

“Laid Off.”

Oh, it was so clear now. I still had a few minutes until lunch was officially over, so i sat with him. He had beautiful eyes. And the light bouncing off the tears rolling down his face mesmerized me. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to get together later, maybe get a bite to eat, understanding how rough this day must have been for him. He agreed. Long story short, We had a wonderful time at dinner (considering) and we made another date.

These dinner dates went on for a few weeks, and eventually I had him over. We started dating more regularly, and after 5 months, we moved in together at my place. We also started having sex. I got home from work one day, and Paul was standing there, in a dimly lit room, wearing only a blue bathrobe. He started kissing me softly, and slowly sliding my hand down to his package. I didn’t resist, and I’m still not sure why. He eventually had my fingers encircling his hard, long cock, and he started me in the motion of rubbing his shaft back and forth. Soon, the bathrobe (along with all of my clothes, bra, and thong) were on the ground, and I was sucking his cock with all my might, getting every drop of saliva I could onto his monument. escort tandoğan And at the same time, his experienced, Agile tongue was working the inner grooves of my damp, exposed vagina. We did this for hours, and eventually, he failed to mention his impending orgasm, resulting in loads of hot steaming cum being pumped all over my face.

The fantastic Oral Sex wasn’t the only reason we moved in together. Paul was having major rent problems, having yet to get a new job. Everyday i would go to work, and he would clean and cook tirelessly. He always asked me to come home from lunch, but i explained that i couldn’t, due to the Lunch Rush on the bridge.

Fast Forward. 2 Months Later, and my Boss, Attorney Bill Walsch has me going to visit a plaintiff at home and take some notes. Well, I finish a little early, and decide, based on the location of this client, to skip home for lunch and surprise Paul. When I get there, the car is gone. I step inside to make and sandwich. Leaning in the fridge, i hear, from across the room,

“Back So Soon?.” It was NOT a man’s voice. I look up, and see a slim, blonde lady, naked except for patent leather high heels, black fishnets, and a black leather Bondage top.

“Who the fuck are you?” I yell, dropping the potato salad.

“What? Who are you? Where the big guy?”

“Get Out of My House!” I screamed, not fully comprehending yet the ‘back so soon’ remark.

“Not until i get paid!” She shot back.

A Hooker. My Paul had been seeing a hooker while I was away. I was so infuriated… But i couldn’t do a damn thing about it right now, and that pissed me off.

“Hey, Skank!” I yelled. “Where’s Paul?”

“He said he went to go get some Chocolate Sauce and Whip Cream.”

What to do… how could i possibly get back at that Bastard. USING me for sex and lodging. My past was quite beneficial here. See, I had, in the past, used sex to my advantage. Educationally, Professionally, and… um… Domestically. This may in fact be the way to go. I had never been with another woman before, but she was obviously an attractive one, comparatively.

“You Clean? Diseases I Mean?” I asked escort tunalı coldly

“Of Course” she responded with disdain. She started to light a cigarette. I walked over and slapped her right across the face, forcing the cigarette out of her mouth.

“Get on the floor now, Skank.” I barked.

“Excuse Me?” She said, shocked.

“You wanna get paid or not, you tramp. Get on the floor, and spread your legs! Do you own a strap on?” She grabbed the attachment for me, which i set down, and, seeing my opportunity, grabbed a set of handcuffs protruding from her bag and cuffed her to a table leg.

“Now spread em.” I ordered, sliding off my own skirt, and shoving my pink, young Pussy into her face. “Lick me, bitch.” And she did. And as she did, i stared to moan. She was so much better at this than Paul. Than ANY guy… it was like she could pinpoint and use every one of my cunt’s hotspots. I licked her hard. I Jammed my tongue into her hot clit. Fingering her at the same time, jamming my thumb in her cunt, and fingering an already lubricated ass hole with my index finger. I kept lapping up her juices, swallowing and savoring her fluids. Jerking and moaning to the expert tongue that was now sliding in and out of my vaginal lips. As hard as it was, I got up, and strapped on the Dildo.

“I own you, do you understand?” I looked down on her, still wearing my button down work shirt, but little else.

“Yes.” was her only response.

I knelt down first. And slowly slid the Plastic / Rubber head into her canyon. I watched her squirm slightly. I quickly tore off my shirt, and lied down on her, or breasts and firm nipples no rubbing together. I started kissing her passionately, sliding my tongue, dripping with her juice, in between her lips, tasting my own fluid on her tongue. And pumping her hard with that cock. We stayed there. Kissing, rubbing our rock hard tits together, and fucking, for what seemed like an hour. After a While, I got up, and I let her Fuck me. I needed to be fucked. I was flowing like a river now, i was So horny. The second she entered me I reached orgasm, but she didn’t stop. She fucked Me so rough… she just kept banging me, escort türbanlı her wrists still attached to that table. Another hour seemed to pass by. The phone rang, probably work asking why I wasn’t back yet. I Obviously ignored it.

We switched again, me on top, her my slave. But this time, I had something special In mind. I started to fuck her, then stopped. Watching all that juice flow from her skanky cunt. I Quickly licked it up, and spit it back in her mouth, ordering her to swallow it. She did. Then i turned her around, and Started Spanking her. Soon, it was obvious to her i was prepping that no good Prostitute Ass of hers. I Rammed that dildo into her ass, without a care for her well being. She screamed… long and loud, and i stuck three fingers into her pussy, still pumping her ass, feeling ounces of juice come from her. Soon I heard a door slam. I stopped, and removed the handcuffs from my victim. I had been planning this.

When Paul entered the house, he yelled, “Sundae Time!” I guess he hadn’t seen my car. I jumped him, and hand cuffed him to the wall, using the rack of a book shelf to do so. I yelled at him for twenty minutes, all the while naked, with a naked hooker next to me, and a Rubber cock on. I kept my hand on her cunt to tease him. Then i fucked her for hours, switching back and forth, teasing Paul, trying to murder him psychologically. Eventually, I realized i was going to have to pay this hooker, so I decided to stop. I took of the dildo and walked over and Slapped paul, then Unleashed his cock, which was hard as a log. I forced the hooker to kneel with me, and I pumped him hard and dry, not giving him the benefit of my lips. He came quickly, all over me and the hooker. We shot the cum back and forth a few times, getting it all over. She left, and I paid her a ridiculous amount of money. Paul’s Money of course. I walked through the house, getting all of his things. Him still handcuffed and me still naked and dripping with Cum. I threw all his stuff on the front lawn.

“I love you too, bastard” I whispered in his ear, then kicked him hard in the balls, unhooked him and threw him out the door.

Today, I spend a lot of time on the Literotica Chat room, under the name Amyo81, getting in on with men. AND with women. I always say you should walk away from an experience having learned something… I learned that women suck really good cunt. And i also learned never to trust a guy who wants to move into your place, instead of you moving into his.

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