LOGINI woke up the next morning with Brian’s cum still crusted on my inner thighs.
My pussy throbbed every time I moved, that deep fucked-out ache that made me bite my lip just remembering how angry he’d been while pounding me. I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart doing stupid little flips. Last night he’d tried to put me back in my place… but I still had the raw footage. Him moaning “Mistress,” ass up, cock leaking while I destroyed him on camera. That shit is my golden ticket. Downstairs Mom was humming, making breakfast. Brian's dad had already bounced for work. Brian was at the table, hunched over his phone, like he was busy with p**n. He didn’t even glance up when I came down in just an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my bare ass. Mom left for errands after a while and the house went dead quiet. I went back upstairs, cropped the juiciest thirty seconds — him on all fours, face buried in the pillow, broken moans while I railed him — and sent it to Brian with no text. Just the video. Not even two minutes later my door flew open so hard it bounced off the wall. Brian stormed in, eyes blazing. “Delete that shit right fucking now, Nancy.” I crossed my legs with a smirk. “Or what?” He grabbed my wrist, squeezing. “You think this is funny? If Dad sees that—” I yanked my arm back and stood up, staring him dead in the eyes even though he towered over me. “Then everyone finds out what a pathetic little slut their golden boy is!" "Nancy, you don't mean you..." "Yes!" I cut him off. "I'll show them how you screamed for your plain stepsister while she fucked your ass and made your dick drip all over the sheets." For the first time since I knew him, Brian looked scared. I got bolder and continued. "You’ve got three weeks till military training. That's plenty of time for me to make your life hell if you don’t behave.” His chest rose and fell fast. Hate, shame, and something darker all mixed on his face. I could see his cock already thickening in his shorts, pressing against the fabric like a traitor. “You’re actually blackmailing me?” he chuckled darkly. "Nancy you're really doing this to me because I don't have anything on you?" I stepped right into his space, letting my tits brush his chest. “Yeah. And you’re gonna let me. Because that big dick of yours doesn’t lie — you loved being owned yesterday.” He shoved me back onto the bed, fists clenched, breathing like a bull. I pulled my t-shirt off slowly, naked underneath, and lay back. Then I spread my legs wide, fingers sliding down to rub my already soaked pussy. “Kneel, bully.” “Fuck you,” he growled, but his eyes were glued to my fingers circling my clit. I held up the phone. “Or I send this to your dad right now. Your choice.” He dropped to his knees between my thighs like it killed him. I grabbed his hair and yanked his face into my pussy. “Lick it properly. No half-assing this time. Show Mistress how sorry you are.” Brian’s tongue came out hot and angry, dragging long stripes up my slit before he sucked my clit hard. I moaned loud, hips rolling against his mouth, watching his flushed face buried between my legs. “Mmm… yeah, just like that. Eat my pussy like the secret whore you are.” He groaned into me, the sound vibrating straight through my clit. Two thick fingers shoved inside me, curling furiously while his tongue kept working. The mix of hate and hunger had me dripping down his chin. I was close already, thighs shaking around his head, when I pulled him up by the hair. “Strip.” He stood, yanking his clothes off. That thick veiny cock sprang free, rock hard and leaking. I pushed him onto his back and climbed over him, but instead of riding straight away I turned around, reverse, and sat my pussy right on his face again while leaning down toward his dick. “Keep licking,” I ordered, then took his throbbing cock into my mouth. Brian bucked hard. "You know too much." I checked but said nothing. Brian groaned loud into my pussy as I sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the head, tasting every drop of precum. I pumped faster, stroking what I couldn’t swallow, grinding my clit on his tongue the whole time. The room filled with wet, nasty sounds — my muffled moans around his cock, his desperate slurping. “Fuck… you’re still so good at this when I force you,” I gasped, popping off for air before swallowing him again. He ate me like he was starving, fingers digging into my ass, tongue fucking in and out. My orgasm hit hard. I moaned. I came all over his face, thighs clamping around his head, crying out with his dick still stuffed in my mouth. I kept sucking through the aftershocks, pushing him right to the edge… then pulled off completely, leaving him twitching and desperate. “Not yet.” His face was shiny with my juices, eyes furious. I spun around, straddled his hips, and sank down on his cock in one slow, deep slide. “Fuuuuck…” I moaned as he stretched me wide open again. Brian gripped my hips and thrust up hard. “I still fucking hate you,” he snarled, even while pounding me like he’d die if he stopped. “Good. Hate me harder while you fill me up,” I whispered, riding him fast, leaning down to bite his neck and twist his nipples. Every time he got close I slowed right down, edging him mercilessly until he was shaking underneath me. “Please…” he finally broke, voice hoarse and broken. I smiled against his ear. “Please what, fucktoy?” “…Let me cum, Mistress.” Hearing it in my bedroom, raw and real, pushed me over again. My pussy clenched around him as I rode through it, then slammed down hard, letting him explode deep inside me. Thick hot cum flooded me while he groaned loud, body jerking. We stayed locked together, sweaty and breathing heavy. He didn’t say the usual “this doesn’t mean shit.” Just lay there with one hand still gripping my ass like he couldn’t let go. Outside, Mom’s car pulled into the driveway. My heart jumped. Brian tensed under me, cock still twitching inside my cum-filled pussy. This was only getting more dangerous… and I was completely addicted. But no matter the case — I got my revenge in full! How is it? Comments?I stared, unable to breathe. I watched my husband—the man I’d been texting all day, the man I’d just masturbated for—shoving himself deep into some random woman. He looked obsessed. He looked like he was enjoying it way too much.A wave of pain hit me first, like a knife to the chest. But then, that pain turned into a white-hot, raging anger. I felt like I was going to explode. He was cheating on me? While I was sitting in my car, dripping for his brother?I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. A dark thought entered my mind. If Justin wanted to play that game, I could play it better. I could do it worse.I slammed the car into reverse and pulled a sharp U-turn, tires screeching on the pavement. I didn't go home. I drove straight back to Julian’s office.By the time I reached the building, I was shaking. I didn't care about the risk. I didn't care who saw me. I wanted Julian. I wanted to erase the image of Justin with someone
My husband was gone for work again, so the house was way too quiet. Like always, I spent my time texting Julian. He’s my brother-in-law, and we’ve been playing a dangerous game for a long time. Most of the time, our texts are just normal and light, just checking in on each other and flirting a little bit. But today, around lunchtime, things changed.Julian started sending me texts that were actually naughty. He’d never done it like this before, and it totally caught me off guard. He told me he missed me, but then he got specific. He told me he missed the parts of me he loved the most. He described my nipples, saying how they looked all hard and puckered up because he was thinking about sucking them. He talked about the soft skin on my ribs and how he loved to trace it with his finger to make me giggle. He even mentioned the back of my knees and how he wanted to lick them to give me goosebumps.I couldn't stop staring at my phone. Every time it buzzed, I felt a jolt of heat in my belly
Diane locked her lips tight around the base of his cock, deep-throating him, and began to swallow rapidly, her throat working. Everyone at the table could see her cheeks puffing in and out with the effort. The groom’s body arched, his hands clamping onto my thighs as he erupted into her mouth with a series of ragged groans. When he finally went limp, Diane lifted her head. His cock, slick and soft, slid from her lips. She turned to the room, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, showing the thick, pearly load pooled there. The men cheered, stomping their feet. With a theatrical flourish, she bent and cleaned his softening cock with her tongue, taking her time, making sure every drop was gone. She gave it a final, almost affectionate pat before tucking it gently back into his pants and zipping him up. I was shaking, weak-kneed. I collapsed, sitting down right on the table, my legs straddling the groom’s head, which now rested in my naked lap. He looked up at me,
I stood there, completely naked in the center of the table, under the bright lights, surrounded by roaring strangers. I turned slowly, letting them all see everything—my full breasts, my flat stomach, the dark thatch of hair between my legs. I danced the length of the table, having to swat away a few grasping hands as I went, and jumped down at the end. I could feel a slight dip in the energy. They were a little disappointed I hadn't done more. Diane caught my eye. Her expression was unreadable—maybe approval, maybe pity, maybe irritation that I wasn't pulling my weight. She came to my side and took my hand, her grip firm. She leaned in, her perfume mixing with the smell of sex on her skin. "Okay, time for the main event," she whispered. "My turn to take on the groom. Just help out the best you can. Keep him distracted." We walked back to the front together. Diane reached over and clicked off the booming music. A relative quiet fell, filled with eager, drunken murmurs.
I followed her, my bare feet cold on the floor. John had kept his word. The hallway to the private Green Room was empty, and the door to the main kitchen was shut tight. We stood before the dark oak door. The muffled roar of male laughter and clinking glasses seeped through. “Ready?” Diane asked, her hand on the knob. I couldn’t speak. I just gave a stiff, terrified nod. There was no backing out now. The key to my future was on the other side of that door. John, standing sentry, gave me an encouraging wink that felt grotesque, then pushed the door open. The wave of sound and heat hit me first. The room was hazy with cigar smoke, loud with classic rock playing from a speaker in the corner, and thick with the smell of beer, steak, and cheap cologne. About twenty-five men were seated around a long banquet table littered with bottles and plates. As one, they turned. The music faded to the background as their eyes locked onto us. The reaction was immediate and deafening.
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