Danica tried to keep a positive outlook on life no matter how bad things would sometimes get. Even though things at home weren’t exactly peachy, she tried to find the silver lining in all of it. And one of her biggest pet peeves was people being negative. It drives her absolutely crazy.
Her everyday life involves taking care of her son while her boyfriend works all day. And even when he’s home, he really doesn’t pay much attention to her. He’s more in tune with the Xbox or the T.V. What’s even sadder is that he doesn’t even feel the need to touch her, to love her, to satisfy her
needs. She’s growing impatient, frustrated, while she sits there and watches him play his stupid video games when he could be making love to her – or at least attempting to – but no, he just sits there and ignores her.
If it weren’t for the fact that it weird’s her out to touch herself, she would’ve been satisfied by now. And she’s not going to cheat on him because that’s morally wrong even though she knows she could have the satisfaction by using another guy purely
for sex. But why take the risk of him finding out? All it would do is screw her over in the long run. Is it really worth it?
“How was work?” Danica asked as her boyfriend, Stewart, walked through the door.
“Eh, it was fine,” he answered before setting his stuff down and going to the couch.
“That’s good I guess,” she began as she sat next to him, “if you’re not too tired we could…you know…” she trailed off as she tried to kiss his neck.
“Danica, I’m tired. Maybe later,” was his usual response.
“Fine…” She sat back, frustrated and annoyed, as he turned on the Xbox and began playing his game. Would you just fuck me instead of playing your game for once?
She got up off the couch before going to the bedroom and lying on the bed.
*** What I would
give to have sex right now and you won’t fucking give it to me. I’m so frustrated, irritated, annoyed. I just want to get laid, but no, you have fifty million excuses as to why you won’t. What am I supposed to do? I’m not gonna cheat, I’m not gonna finger myself – that’s just weird – I’m not gonna do any of that. Maybe you’ll come around one day and finally give in…or maybe not.
All the cleaning had been done; the baby was down for his nap, which meant she had some free time – which rarely happens – before Stewart would be home from work. Sometimes she dreaded his arrival, sometimes she embraced it. Right now she didn’t care. They had a fight that morning and he could stay gone all night long for as long she was concerned.
And the cause of that damned fight had something to do with the fact they don’t have sex. She tried to corner him that morning, but he insisted that he were going to be late for work if he did. She became pissed off, threw a pair of shoes against the wall, and called him everything under the sun, yet he still left without so much as giving her a kiss goodbye. It seemed like the fights had been more common lately.
Danica decided to lie on the couch and watch some T.V. while she waited for the father of her child to get home. She flipped through channel after channel for something to watch, but to no avail. Guess I’ll just have to settle for Jersey Shore…
She began watching the show, which is when she realized just how bored she was. And speaking of bored, maybe it would be a good thing for her to get out of the house every once in awhile – with the exception of work, of course. Or maybe she just needed some time to herself, to just get away for a bit. But who would watch the kid while Stewart is at work? She quickly pushed those thoughts to the side as Stewart walked through the door.
“Hey, babe…how was work?” Danica asked as he came through the living room before heading straight for the room. Same old song and dance.
“Eh, it was okay…” he trailed off as he entered the room before grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom for a shower.
“Oh okay, well I missed you…”
“Yeah, me too,” he said as he closed the bathroom door and got in the shower.
That stung her a bit. She tried to see how his day was, to try to make things better from this morning, but all he did was shun her and go for the shower. And, by now, she knew his routine: get home, ignore her, take shower, ignore her, play Xbox, eat dinner and then ignore her. He didn’t do much with the baby – really didn’t do much with anything other than the Xbox – when he were around. Work and being tired were the usual excuses, but this time something didn’t seem right.
He sat down next to her on the couch before turning on his beloved Xbox. She began to study him, to see if there were something she’s been missing, as he began to play his game. Either he was oblivious to her penetrating stare, or he was completely ignoring it, as he just stared at the screen and didn’t even bother looking her way. She might as well make her move now.
“What the hell are you doing? Give it back to me!” He yelled as she took the controller from his hands before turning off his game and straddling his lap. He tried to push her off of him, but she wasn’t budging.
“No! I want you and I don’t care what you say, you’re gonna fuck me!” She kissed him hard and deep as she began grinding herself against his growing bulge. That’s what I fucking thought…
“Is that fucking so?” The pitch in his voice rising as his cock grew harder.
“Yep!” She responded with authority as she pressed herself firmly against his hardened cock.
He said nothing. The only thing he could do was just sit there and take whatever Danica had planned for them. And whatever it was, he suddenly became intrigued. She had never acted this way towards him, but whatever it was, he was definitely paying attention.
She locked her lips with his, slipping her tongue in his mouth, before breaking the kiss to remove her shirt. She hadn’t planned for this to happen, but why go with the same old routine? He’s there for her disposal – whether he likes it or not – and she planned on fully taking advantage of that. The hard, throbbing member that she used
to know so well happened to be rubbing her clit just right. It’s a miracle she didn’t cum right then and there.
She quickly unhooked her bra before grabbing the back of his head and thrusting her breasts into his face. He took the hint and began kissing every bit of exposed skin he could find before biting down and sucking a bit into his mouth. He was able to elicit a moan that she had wanted so dearly to let go over the past few months.
Then the unthinkable happened – he took control and quickly turned over so there she was on her back on the couch. He removed his shirt, causing Danica to bite her lip in anticipation and lust. She wanted nothing more than to have the hell fucked out of her by Stewart. She eyed him up and down before realizing exactly how bad
him to fuck her. Without having to check, she knew exactly how wet her pussy was.
He pulled down her shorts and panties before running a finger up and down her wet slit, collecting her juices before pushing a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. He fingered her for a second; enough to confirm that she were wet enough for penetration, before he freed his cock and worked it deep inside her.
“Ohhhhh, baby!” She moaned out as he hit bottom before he pulled back and began fucking her like hell.
He were relentless with his fucking, pounding her tight pussy deeper and deeper with every thrust. But here’s the kicker – as soon as it began, it ended. Within fifteen seconds he was grunting on top of her as his cum filled her waiting pussy. Instead of waiting to get hard again to finish her off, he simply pulled out before getting dressed and going back to his game. Talk about being pissed off.
“Really, that’s it? That’s all you’ve got?” She asked him, extremely annoyed that it was over as soon as it started.
“You’re lucky I even fucked you in the first place. I’m really tired now…” he trailed off as he laid his head back against the couch.
“Wow, you’re an ass…”
“Hey, guess what…I set a new land speed record…” Danica said to her friend John as she saw him and Kyle in the waiting area to be seated.
“What do you mean?” He replied, somewhat confused.
“With Stewart…it only lasted fifteen seconds…”
“Wait, you mean?”
“Yeah, he only lasted fifteen seconds.” She quickly cut him off as she noticed a couple of people were listening to what was being said.
“Oh wow…that’s ridiculous…” He was appalled at her confession, mainly because he wasn’t expecting her to say something like that. Normally it would’ve been a ‘hey, how’s it going?’ Not ‘he only lasted this long, but at least he finally had sex with me’ kind of comment. But coming from her, should he really be that surprised?
“Hey, I know I was a slut back then, but do you blame me for trying
to get laid? It’s not like I’m trying to fuck some other guy…” Which she had a very valid point. At least she made the attempt to get it from her only source.
“Touché, touché…but like I’ve said, I’m open for business,” he said with a smug look before giving her a wink.
“I know, but I’m not gonna cheat on him! How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“I know, but just keep me mind if something ever happens.” Once again, that same smug, cocky look on his face that drove her crazy.
She stuck her tongue out at him before walking away. The rest of her shift was filled with nothing but confusion and want. Damn you, John…why didn’t you sleep with me when you had the chance?
To make matters worse, every time she would go by him, he had this look on his face that made her want to punch him. She could see the confidence and cockiness he possessed and it pissed her off because he knew he could get what he wanted. And from the looks of things, she
was the thing he wanted. She was full of confusion and regret by the time her shift ended. You know how confusing you are?
– The subtle text she sent to him as she watched him leave the restaurant. How’s that?
He replied ten minutes later. You just are! I sometimes can’t help but to think ‘what if?’ You had your chance… You bastard!
She couldn’t reply to that because she knew he were right. But then again, he’s the one who didn’t mention he liked her before she decided to get back together with Stewart. She doesn’t regret having a kid because he’s the cutest thing ever, but she only regrets who she had the kid with. Obviously it wouldn’t be so bad if Stewart actually cared for her, but considering that he doesn’t, her regret is still present. Oh well, I guess…
*** Hey, do you want those pictures from that summer?
She asked John before leaving work. Uh, yeah, sure.
– John Ok, I’ll be by in a minute.
She arrived at his house, pictures in hand, and slightly nervous. She hadn’t been alone with John since the summer the two met. The attraction between the two had been pretty obvious, but there were times he weren’t sure if she liked him or not. It didn’t help matters that he was told that she liked one of their other friends and that she hooked up with him. When she found out what was said, she became very pissed off.
“Here ya go,” she said as he walked up to her car.
“Thanks,” he replied, taking the pictures before looking through them. “These were pretty good times…” He flipped through the pictures of them together and couldn’t help but bring back memories of that summer and the time they spent together.
“I know…” she said as she reflected back on her own memories, the feeling a regret once again over taking her.
“Remember the night of Dylan’s birthday when that guy named Aaron was following you around like a puppy dog? Cracked my ass up cause you kept trying to hang around me, but he wouldn’t take the fucking hint,” he laughed as he brought it up.
“Oh, geez. That kid was annoying. You know you should’ve done something about that. Maybe he would’ve caught on if you had.”
“Well excuse me for not wanting to hurt the poor kids’ feelings!” He laughed, heavy with sarcasm.
“Well you should’ve…”
They went on and on about the clingy kid. Apparently he didn’t know many people out there and felt the need to seek refuge with Danica. He thought she liked him, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. And for some reason he was oblivious to the fact that she kept hanging around John.
It made John laugh because he would not leave her alone. And when it was time to leave, he begged her to ride back to town with him. John became annoyed once they got back to their friend’s apartment. The annoying, clingy guy wouldn’t leave and even made himself comfortable in one of the chairs. And to top things off, he pulled her into his lap as she tried to walk by him on her way to sit with John.
“I’m like ‘what the fuck?’ when I saw him pull you into his lap like he thought he had a chance or something,” John said as the memory of that night came back to him.
“I know, me too…I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”
So she just sat there.
John and Danica began texting back and forth, John sending messages that should’ve gotten the message across to Aaron that she was only interested in John. Either he didn’t see her phone, or he didn’t care. In fact, the kid began acting arrogant and even had a smug look on his face that pissed John off.
John had enough. He got up to leave, but as soon as he stepped out the door, Danica was right behind him.
“Hey! Where are you going?” She asked, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Leaving, have a goodnight with him
,” he shot back as he tried to walk off.
“Don’t leave!” She cried out as she grabbed his arm. “I don’t want him.”
He said nothing. Instead, he pulled her to him and kissed her lips. She hesitated at first – mostly out of shock – before kissing him back.
“I’ll be right back,” he said before going to his truck to grab a beer.
He walked back into the living to see her sitting next to him. John still weren’t too happy about it, but he decided to ignore it. After he sat down, Danica got up and went to the bedroom that led into the living room, before calling for John to join her.
He got up and entered the dark room – confused, yet curious – before seeing her lying on the bed by herself. He didn’t really know what to expect, but as soon as he reached the bed, she pulled him on top of her.
“Stay in here with me for a bit. Maybe he’ll realize and then leave,” she whispered to him before kissing his neck.
“Mmmmm, I don’t want to upset the guy though.”
“Don’t worry about him.” She began sucking on his neck as he started grinding his bulge into her.
“I want to, but it’s going to be awkward if he doesn’t leave. We should go out there and you should tell him that he needs to leave,” he insisted, but she wouldn’t give in. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him mad even though she didn’t want him there in the first place.
But nothing ever materialized with John and Danica after that night. Either they couldn’t get alone time or someone was saying something about her to him. And to make matters worse, she ended up moving away for a few months. When she came back, no one decided to let him know, so she ended up getting back together with Stewart.
“You realize it’s almost three in morning, right?” Danica informed him after she checked her phone.
“No shit? Damn, didn’t realize we’ve been talking for over an hour. Are you gonna be in trouble with little Stewie?” He asked playfully, taking a couple steps back so she couldn’t reach him from the inside of her car.
“No I won’t! Besides, he’s asleep right now. He has to be up in a couple hours because he wants to go hunting. Watch, I’m gonna get home, slide into bed, and he’s gonna wake up asking ‘where have you been?’ Um work, you idiot,” she laughed, making John laugh as well.
“Well, you probably should get going then. I have to work in the morning as well. But thanks again for the pictures!”
“Okay and no problem. I figured if you have them then it won’t cause anymore problems between Stewart and I. Not like there isn’t enough as it is.” She began shaking her head.
“Hopefully it gets better for you. But you should keep me in mind if he still won’t give it up,” he said with a laugh before giving her a wink.
“I don’t cheat! And besides, you had your chance and you didn’t take it.”
“I know, I know…don’t remind me. But I’m going to bed now. Good luck,” he finished with another wink before she said her goodbyes and drove away. Damn you, John…you’re so fucking confusing!
Danica pulled up to the house and noticed that the living room and bedroom lights were on. This was a little odd considering Stewart was supposed
to be asleep. She put the car in park and carefully made her way inside the house as quietly as she could.
“What the fuck is this?” She yelled as she walked into the living room to see a naked blonde girl riding someone’s cock.
“What the…who the fuck are you?” The blonde girl screamed back.
“Um, Stewart’s girlfriend! Who the fuck are you, bitch?!”
“Ohhhh…um, Stewart is in his room with my friend. He said he didn’t have a girlfriend though,” the girl said as she made an attempt to cover herself up.
“Bull shit he doesn’t have a girlfriend. You’re looking at her right now!” Danica was pissed, angry, upset, hurt and even felt betrayed. She then realized who the blonde girl was riding. She looked over the couch to see Stewart’s best friend, Daniel, lying there with an ‘oh shit!’ look on his face. “And you! You motherfucker! You let him get away with this? How could you?!” She screamed at Daniel, on the verge of tears.
“I didn’t know! He said you two broke up because you were cheating on him with some other guy. I’m sorry, Danica,” he lied.
“Don’t give me that shit,” she screamed back before making her way to the room where Stewart were taking place in acts of infidelity.
She burst through the door, only to see her boyfriend on top of another girl with her legs up on his shoulders. He was driving hard and deep into her cunt, her moans echoing off the wall, before they both realized someone else were in the room with them. He looked up to see his girlfriend, the mother of his child, staring at him in horror as his dick was lodged deep in some other girl.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK?!” She screamed as Stewart looked at her in shock and surprise. “What the fuck were you thinking by bringing this bitch and her friend into our
bed? And to have your best friend out there fucking some other girl? What the fuck?”
“I, uh, well…you weren’t putting out so I found it elsewhere,” he stammered out.
“I wouldn’t put out? I was the one who wouldn’t have sex? Are you listening to yourself right now? I tried to get you to have sex with me for the past SIX FUCKING MONTHS! But no, you always had some sort of excuse as to why you wouldn’t fuck me!
“Fuck you, Stewart! And fuck everything for bringing her into our bed. I’m done, have a good fucking life!”
She grabbed some clothes from the closet before stuffing them into her car. She was so hurt, upset, so angry, that she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to go to her parents’ because they wouldn’t take her in. She didn’t have many friends apart from the mutual friends she had with Stewart. Her only other choice was John. But that would be like having something thrown back in her face all over again. At this point she had no other choice, so she bit the bullet and made the phone call.
“Hey, can I come over again? Something really bad happened and I can’t go home…ever again,” she sobbed through the phone after John answered.
“Yeah, what happened?”
“I’ll explain when I get there.” She hung up the phone before making her way back to John’s house.
Danica arrived at his house a short time later and was greeted by his presence at the gate. He quickly opened to let her in. She got out of her car before John pulled her to him for a hug.
“What happened?” He asked, holding her tightly to him.
“Stewart. I got home and found him in bed fucking another girl,” she explained as she began sobbing even more.
“Where’s the baby?”
“My mom’s. I’ll go get him tomorrow. Is it okay if I stay with you tonight? I really have nowhere else to go.” She looked at him through tear-filled eyes.
“Of course you can. You can stay however long you need to. God, he’s such a piece of shit.” He put his arm around her before walking back into the house with her. He took her to his bed before laying her down. “I’ll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed.”
“No, it’s okay. I want you to sleep in here with me. I need to be comforted right now.”
He didn’t object. He lay down next to her before pulling her to him so he could hold her. He looked into her eyes before speaking.
“I’m so sorry he did this to you.” He really didn’t need to say it. She knew how he felt about her and previous feelings for him had suddenly risen to the surface.
No response from her seemed like the right thing to do. She kept her mouth shut mostly in fear that her tears would start flooding again. She didn’t want John to see her like this, to see her as an emotional wreck. But then again, if he could put up with her at her worst, how would he be when she’s at her best? The thought scared her in a way, and mostly because of the unknown, but it also brought excitement and hope that there might actually be a good guy in this world, someone who can care for the emotions of a girl without having to put on a front. If he’s at least half the guy that Stewart will never be, then there’s a ton of hope.
Danica closed her eyes before taking the plunge. It’s unorthodox for a girl to make the first move, but it was now or never. She pressed her lips to his without the fear of being rejected. The confidence – and now passion – was brewing behind the kiss. He kissed her back without needing to be prodded. This brought…happiness to her…something she hadn’t felt in quite some time.
She laced her fingers in his hair before taking the bold move of rolling on top of him. He scooted over and let her straddle his waist before their lips met once again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, forcing his lips and teeth apart, as their tongues met and began their dance as if it were something that had happened before. Everything seemed to be happening flawlessly, as if it weren’t meant to be. The way their hands roamed each other’s body, to the way they moved in rhythm. She could tell he wanted her by the way his bulge were pressing against her covered pussy.
She broke the kiss before sitting up and removing her shirt and then her bra. He could see her breasts from the light that was filtering in through the blinds from the street lamp outside. Even with the small amount of light, he could still see her natural beauty that Stewart never took appreciation for. He was mesmerized by the way her skin glowed with the light.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked as he took in the way her naked torso looked.
“Yes, I’m positive. I really need this. And didn’t you say to keep you in mind if something ever happened with Stewart and I?”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think that would happen this
soon. I mean don’t get me wrong, I want to, but I want to know that this is something you really want and not because you’re looking for revenge against him.” He looked up at her and could see the hurt coming back.
“I want to, I promise. I can tell you actually care for me and that makes me want this that much more.”
“Okay then, we can do this…”
She reached for the hem of his sweatpants before tugging them down, John lifting his hips to help her out, before his hard dick sprang free. She grasped it within her hand as she gave it a squeeze before slowly stroking his cock.
“You know, I haven’t actually felt a cock in my hand in the last eight months or so. And to be honest, I miss the feeling of hard flesh in my grasps,” she said as she looked down on him with a seductive look in her eye. Something was changing within her. Maybe the need to be a slut was resurfacing and she felt like she needed to embrace it… Or maybe it was just the need to have John inside her…
“It’s been awhile since my cock has felt a hand other than my own,” he replied, giving her the same look he was receiving. “And I miss it…”
She began stroking his cock harder and faster while continuing to look him in the eyes before leaning down to kiss him again. Breaking the kiss, she moved down to kiss and bite his neck, eliciting small moans from John’s mouth.
“Mmmmm, let me take my shirt off real quick,” he said before sitting up with her still straddling his waist. He quickly removed his shirt before laying back.
She went back to his neck, placing soft, wet kisses before trailing down to his collar bone. She continued down his chest before reaching his stomach, all while keeping a firm grip on his hard dick. She could feel him tense up, as if he knew what were coming. She wanted to please him, to give him the satisfaction that she craved. She knew she’s getting hers, it were obvious from the get go, but she also wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.
She finally reached his engorged member, kissing and feeling all around it, before flicking the head of his dick with her tongue. She began licking his cock to its base before coming back to the head, taking in the taste of his member.
Danica wanted him in her mouth, to taste him, to pleasure him. She quickly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside, before descending on his throbbing pole. Each thrust brought him further and further into her mouth until he finally hit the back of her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking as she went along, as his cock finally forced itself further down her throat. She quickly overcame her gag reflex, striving to take his entire length into her mouth.
John lay back, enjoying everything her mouth was doing to his cock. He loved the feeling of his cock penetrating her throat, feeling her clench around him with every thrust.
“Oh, shit…I’m gonna cum if you keep this up,” he moaned out.
She sped up, bobbing faster on his cock. She wanted his cum in her mouth, she wanted to taste him. She cupped his balls before gently squeezing them while sucked harder and harder, desperate for her prize. She felt him tense up, his cock thicken, just before his release.
“Fuckkkkk!” That’s all he was able to say as he was rocked by his orgasm. Rope after rope of cum splashed inside her waiting mouth. “Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk!”
She kept sucking until his cum had completely left his balls before freeing him from her mouth. She swallowed his cum before lying next to him.
“Mmmmm and it’s been awhile since I’ve had cum in my mouth…”
“Damn, you’re good,” he said, slightly out of breath as he looked over at her.
“No, thank you,” he said before he rolled on top of her.
He took a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, before gently sucking on it. He used his free hand to work her other nipple before trading places. He made sure to work each nipple, to bring her as much pleasure as she had brought him. He kissed between the valley of her breasts before making his way down her stomach towards the hem of her pants.
He reached her waist line, nervous yet excited at the same time for what he were about to do. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just hasn’t done it in awhile and he was afraid his skills might not be up to par. Pushing the apprehension aside, he pulled down her pants and panties at the same time to reveal her pussy to him for the first time. He could see the moisture glistening on the lips of her pussy, clearly indicating the obvious arousal she felt towards him.
He took a moment to gaze at her moist lips before parting them with his fingers. With a flick of his tongue, he began collecting her juices that were seeping out. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her pussy, up to her clit and back down, before closing his mouth around her lips and thrusting his tongue inside her.
“Ooohhhhhhhh!” She moaned out as his tongue penetrated her tight hole.
“I should’ve done this when I had the chance…”
“Shhh, don’t worry about it now…mmmmmmm…”
He went back to her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, his tongue delving inside her love hole, as she began moving her hips in time with his tongue. He then moved up to take her clit in his mouth as he slipped two fingers in her tight pussy, seeking out her spot before rubbing on it. She was incredibly wet and probing her pussy with his fingers came a lot easier this way.
He kept sucking away as he rubbed her rough spot at the top of her pussy. Her moans gained in pitch and tempo the more he rubbed, causing his dick to regain it’s hard form. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, to have sex with her, but he wanted to make sure she came first. He’s cared for her for the longest time and, now that she’s finally his, he planned on making the best of it. After all, he better since little Stewart couldn’t appreciate her.
John dipped his fingers deeper in her wet pussy, increasing the levels of her moans, as he sucked harder on her clit. He could tell she was close – the tightening of her walls against his fingers, her erratic breathing, and the arching of her back. He wanted her sweet release, to feel it flood his mouth and hand. He wanted her to have all the pleasure possible. His hand sped up as did her moans.
“Ohhhhh, shittttttt!” She screamed as she stiffened before letting loose her orgasm. He could feel her body shake beneath him as he slowed his pace down.
He slowly pulled his hand out of her pussy before kissing back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, before gripping his hard cock and easing it into her tight hole.
“Ohhh, myyyyyyy,” she let out a slow, drawn out moan as he sank further and further into her tight depths.
John broke this kiss before bracing himself on his hands. He began thrusting in and out of her tight hole, making sure to hit as deep as he could with every thrust. Her moans spurred him on, giving him the want and desire to fuck her harder and faster. Hearing a woman moan was one of the biggest turn ons for him because he knew she were moaning for him and that he’s the reason she’s moaning.
“You feel so fucking good inside me!” She moaned out as he placed her legs on his shoulders to drive deeper and harder.
“And you’re soooo tight!” He replied, really driving deep inside her. Good thing he came in her mouth earlier or he may have already filled her tight pussy.
He pushed the thought to the side as he began fucking her even harder. The noise of skin on skin was masked by her heavy moans and pleas. He loved what he were hearing and the harder and longer he fucked her, the more she screamed out for him.
“OH MY GOD!” She shrieked. “It’s been wayyyy too long since I’ve been properly fucked!”
John loved hearing that. He knew he was getting the job done and that made him feel that much better about himself. He knew his skills at pleasuring the opposite sex were pretty decent as it was, but to know that he was getting this
particular girl off was just an added bonus. Not like his ego needed anymore fuel.
Over and over again, his cock plunged deep in her wanton depths as her moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom. He began concentrating on not cumming. He diverted his thoughts anywhere else but her tight hole so he could ensure that she came once more before he blew his load deep inside her. He planned on making her cum, but then he also had another position in mind – one that could be used in the degradation of any other girl he may have fucked.
“Turn over,” he ordered as he pulled out of her pussy.
He waited until she were in position – on all fours – before reinserting himself deep within her hot, tight depths. From this angle he was able to hit different spots, quickly sending her over the edge as slammed deep inside her.
Her walls gripped his cock tight as he hammered away at her pussy from behind. He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back a bit, as pounded her hard and fast. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer, so he figured he may as well take advantage of what he had before he filled her womb full of his hot, sticky cum. And then came the begging.
“I want your cum deep inside me, John…please? Can you please cum deep inside my pussy?” She pleaded as he began fucking her harder. “I want it sooo bad...I neeeeeed itttttt,” she moaned out as she met him thrust for thrust.
A few, short thrusts later and he was pumping his seed deep inside her pussy, feeling her walls clenching his cock tightly, as if to milk the cum from his willing sack. He groaned, spurting deep inside her, before collapsing on top of her from the sheer pleasure that were racking through his body. And in the midst of his own orgasm, she came again, almost pushing his cock out of her. Together they collapsed on the bed, both worn out from the sex they just had.
“Oh. My. God. That was amazing…” she sighed as John wrapped her up in his arms.
“That was incredible…wow…”
The early morning rays showed through the blinds of John’s bedroom much sooner than he had previously wanted. He awoke feeling comfortable, tired, yet happy about what took place the night before. He looked over at Danica to see her still sound asleep. Apparently the sound of the alarm clock wasn’t enough to wake her from her deep slumbers.
He carefully slipped out of bed before making his way to the dresser that faced the end of the bed. Being as careful and quiet as possible, he removed the concealed camera from its hiding place, before going into the other room to check the quality of the video from the night before. This is gonna be goood…
He removed the tape before placing it inside an envelope – with a note – and scribbling Stewart
on the front. He placed it in the pocket of his jacket before quickly getting ready for work. He glanced at Danica one last time before leaving his house. He needed to make a stop before work – a little trip by Stewart’s place to slip him the tape of Danica and himself from the night before.
John knew that Stewart had cheated on Danica, but he just didn’t have the heart to tell her himself. And what was even more disheartening about the whole situation, is the fact that Stewart slept with the girl that John had been casually dating. This fueled rage and discontent towards Stewart and the only way he could think of getting back at him for what he did, is to sleep with Danica and be able to prove it.
Once he realized that she had discovered his acts of cheating, she would rush to him in hopes of comfort. He wasn’t expecting to have sex with her that night though. He figured she would be too upset for that, but he still set the camera up just in case. Obviously his plan worked out well, but he knew it wouldn’t be the end of him and Danica, at least not for awhile. Whether she found out about the tape or not really weren’t a concern for him. All he cared about was making sure she was happy.
As for Stewart, well, he received the tape – and the note – when he returned from work that night. He was pissed to say the least. Stewie, Thanks for showing me the kind of slut that Jamie
really is. I really appreciate that, but I’m not fond of the way you fucked over Danica. I hope you realize what you’ve done and that she’s going to be better off now that she’s not with you anymore. Enclosed is a tape that you may or may not enjoy. I know I had
great satisfaction in making this for you. Take care and enjoy this…
Stewart was livid, but he knew he also deserved it. He fucked up by cheating on her with Jamie on a stupid, drunken night, but didn’t have the morals or self restraint to end things with either of them before everything got out of hand the way it did.
As for Danica and John, well, things worked out for them. She eventually discovered what John had done, but she weren’t upset about it. In fact, the thought of having sex on tape was such a turn on, that they recorded themselves a few more times – for their own viewing pleasure, of course.
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