We take revenge on the tyrant
I had spent a long and wonderful weekend with my parents in my hometown, but I was very tired and just wanted to rest before the long drive home. I knew I'd be drinking, and since my parents' tiny apartment didn't have enough room for guests (unless I wanted to sleep on the couch - no thanks), I checked into a luxury hotel on the edge of town. Well, the townspeople thought it was luxurious...it was obviously a 3 star hotel at best, not up to my usual standards, but at least better than the crap that was the Holiday Inn.
It's getting late. I lay on the bed, turned off the lights, stopped watching nonsense on TV and scrolled through my phone, doing what every man in the world does when he’s alone in a hotel room and horny: I entertained myself.
Just as I closed my eyes, there was a sudden violent banging sound on the bedroom door.
"Open the door, you damn bastard!" A woman's voice came from the corridor. "I know you're still in there with your little bitch! Open the damn door so we can get it out the right way!"
Of course, I had no idea who this guy was or what he was talking about. Still, she kept knocking, seemingly determined to get into the room.
"Open the door or I'll break it down!"
I looked through the peephole. The fisheye lens didn't do her any favors, but she was a pretty blonde, about my age, wearing a long black coat. There was something familiar about her. She can be really attractive when her face isn't smeared with mascara and lipstick and she's not emitting a woman's scorned growl. But something about the eyes, about the hair triggered the memory.
Cindy Fletcher.
She had been the hottest girl in the class a few years ago and knew it. The body she died for, she didn't mind displaying it to further her own ends. All in all, she's a dirty little princess, and although she has a boyfriend, God knows how the rumors got out.
"You better open that door, Brad, or I swear to God..." she said. I reasoned that I was still with the same person at the time. Apparently there's trouble in paradise - and this perfect couple discovers life in the real world isn't so perfect. I don't think this could have happened to a more worthy couple. It’s not that I really have anything against Cyndy; In fact, I was very fond of her in school. But Brad? He is a tyrant.
Back here and now, I hate that my room is the center of the scene. I considered calling the front desk but thought it might be a long time before they could take any action. I just wanted her to stop screaming in the hallway, so I reached for the handle and pulled the door open.
"Cindy, I want to..." I started, but she didn't even acknowledge me as she rushed over and pushed the door aside, slamming me into the wall behind it.
She ripped off her coat and threw it onto a chair in the corner. "Where is this little slut?" she screamed, pulling the covers off my bed and trying to look under the couch as if someone was hiding there. "Jenny, you damn liar, I knew you were here!"
"Cindy, I think you made a mistake," I said quietly and calmly.
"Who the hell asked you?" Then she turned her head and realization dawned on her. "You're not Brad. Where the hell is he?"
"I said, you misunderstood..."
"Get out of my way," she said, rushing to the bathroom. "You must be here." Of course, the bathroom was empty.
"Cindy, please calm down. No one is here. This is my room. What the hell happened to you?
"Damn, this is your room. This is 2108, Brad and I always celebrate our anniversaries in this room. This is our room."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Cindy, but you're wrong. In 1908, you must have gotten off the wrong floor."
"No, that's nonsense. "That's not right. She rushed back to the door, opened it, and took a closer look at the number. I saw her running, breathless. "Well, damn it." " She stumbled back to the bed and collapsed on it. All the fighting seemed to disappear from her. "The other couple in the elevator must have pressed the wrong button. I swear this is my floor. "They all look so similar, don't they?" She raised her head and seemed to recognize me for the first time. "Um, sorry?"
"Are you okay?"
She ran her hands over her face and combed her hair. "No, not really," she admitted. "Looks like my husband insulted my best friend behind her back. On our damn anniversary!"
She suddenly seems self-aware as she sits in a stranger's bedroom, wearing a little black dress that can only be described as "fuck me." The hem was so short that it didn't cover her perky little bum when she sat down, and the top was cut to show off her ample cleavage. Feeling uncomfortable, she grabbed her coat and wrapped it tightly around her body.
"How do you know my name?" I sighed. Of course she wouldn't remember me - why would she? "Tom Slattery," I said. When that only resulted in blank stares, I added, "We used to be in the same class at school."
"Tom..." She shook her head slowly and thoughtfully. Then it occurred to her. "Oh, Fat Tommy! I remember! He..." Then she realized what she was saying and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
I wanted to tell her not to worry, but the old wounds still hurt. "Anyway, I'd better get out of your hair," she said, standing up. "I'm going to go down and argue with Brad. We're tired. I'm going to kick him out once and for all. That son of a bitch cheated on me for the last time."
"Do you really think yelling at him in a hotel is the right solution?"
"What do you suggest, wise man?"
“Maybe go home and contact a good lawyer?”
"Do you know anyone?"
I smiled crookedly. "Maybe that could happen."
God, she's so sexy when she's angry. She was breathing heavily and her chest was moving in the most seductive way. And the dress hides almost nothing. Nor had her figure disappeared; time had been kind to her, and she fulfilled whatever was asked of her, but always remained in good health.
She caught me looking at her. More prone to drooling. She's not stupid, she knows the effect she has on men. She pursed her lips and looked me up and down.
"So, Tommy," she said. "It seems you've been training since you left school."
"I take care of myself, yes," I admitted.
"Brad always bullies you, doesn't he?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"I bet you hate him. Hate him as much as I hate him now. Maybe more?"
I'm not quite sure what's going on. "I try not to hate anyone," I admit. “I don’t like negativity bringing me down.”
“That sounds like a very healthy mentality,” she said, taking a step toward me. "Tell me, how did you do it?"
This predatory walk of hers tapped into some of my abilities. I know I have to stop this, turn it off...but I don't want to. This is Cindy after all. Cyn, as we always called her - fuck me, looked like the epitome of sin as she strode towards me, fire gleaming behind her eyes. She slipped the jacket off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor, once again revealing her sexy body in the daring dress.
I swallowed. "Well, okay, I just need to fix this," I said.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess I don't forgive easily," she said, kicking off her shoes. "No, I think of myself more as an Avenger." She licked her lips. "If he can have fun, why can't I?"
"Cindy, don't do anything you'll regret," I said, but my words sounded weak even to me.
"I'm going to fuck you," she said, leaning forward and crawling onto the bed. "I'm going to let you do all these disgusting things to me and I won't let him do it and I'm going to send him pictures."
"I don't think this is a good idea," I heard my weasel voice say while my cock screamed that it thought this might be the best idea ever.
"What's wrong, Tom? Don't you want to fuck Brad's girl? Don't you want to use me, ruin me, fill my dirty slut hole without even cheating on him?"
For both of us, rational thinking has left the building. My eyes filled with her lips, her breasts, her legs...I couldn't think of anything else. "Yes, yes, I screamed!" "Of course I know, Cyn. I had a huge crush on you in high school. I love you, Cyn. I think I always will."
Suddenly there was silence. I said too much and scared her. Then I saw determination return to her eyes.
"Just do it," she said, reaching down to grab my pants and pull them down. "Take me, show me how much you want me. I want you, want you to take me. I don't want to be his girl anymore." "Wow," she said as I noticed her said. "You kept this a secret, didn't you?" Her eyes sparkled as she reached up and caressed my hard body. "Damn, you're twice the size of this man Brad..." she gasped. "Now I have to have you!"
Part of my brain was trying to process that bully Brad had a small dick - probably from steroid abuse - and wanted to be happy about it, but the rest of my brain was fighting it, watching her kneel on me Majestic breasts came into view. . Plus, of course, there's not much blood left to nourish the brain; it's been diverted to more important things.
"God, I need you so bad," she said, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head, revealing the sexy lingerie underneath. I just couldn't bear to watch her writhing in my lap, all tied up in tiny lace and bows. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap, my mouth pulling at her breasts. I needed her, I had to enjoy her body, feel her body against mine. Her hips rocked as she rubbed her pussy against my aching cock. Her silk lingerie felt soft to the touch, a thin but effective barrier to our inevitable connection. I grabbed her face and pulled her lips to mine and she devoured my tongue while her manicured nails clawed at my breasts.
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me," she begged, pulling her thong aside and grabbing my cock, pointing the tip towards her opening. She was wet, hot and ready. The head slid into her body easily.
"Oh my God, it's so big," she gasped as I stretched her out. She was so tight; if I didn't know better, I would have thought she was a virgin. "I need you, I need all of you," she said, pushing me down and shifting her weight onto her arms and legs, squatting on top of me.She rocked slowly, meowing and moaning as she pulled me lengthwise into her, unfamiliar with my girth and overwhelmed by the sensation.
"To hell with you, Brad," she yelled. "Fuck you and your bitch Jenny! I can cheat too, you know that! Look at me, fucking a guy I just met in our hotel!" She came down on me with her eyes closed, her pussy clenching around my cock, her juices flowing inside my womb. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she slammed into me. I pulled them to the front so they could hit me in the face while I worked.
"Look at me, Brad, little Tommy from fucking school, letting him use me as a fucking toy! Oh my God, he's so huge, so much bigger than you! He's almost gonna split me Come on! God, this feels so good, I'll never do this again, "I'm gonna fuck you, you pathetic little loser!" "
Does it matter to me that I am being taken advantage of? I fucking did it! This is the hottest thing I've ever experienced. The teen part of my brain was ecstatic—I was finally having sex with the hottest girl in school!
She felt so good, so tight, so hot, I was overwhelmed. I can't hold on much longer...
"Oh God, oh God," she gasped. "I think I'm going to cum...let me cum, Tom! I have to make you cum! God, this is so hard..."
"I'm close, too, Cyn," I said. "Where do you want me to go?"
"Right where you are. In me."
"But it's no use to us!"
"I don't care! Fuck me, cum deep inside me! You hear that, Brad? I'm gonna make him cum in my whore pussy! Kick me, Tommy! Fuck, teach me ! Give me this kid Brad, "I'm not man enough to put myself in!" "
Her words hit me right in the balls without even thinking about it. Before I could even breathe I released directly into her cheating pussy, pumping huge amounts of fluid into her over and over again, feeling her pussy clenching with every thrust.
"Oh God, I'm cumming..." she screamed, her whole body shaking, her eyes rolling back white as she twitched and shuddered, her pussy twitching around my cock. I held her sides and kept her steady as she lost control.
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What would you say to someone after going through an experience like this? Thank you so much? It almost seems rude and superficial. We lay in bed and almost forgot about sleeping.
"Did you really like me at school?" she asked, stroking my chest.
"Yes. You're too hot. "You're too hot," I corrected.
She almost blushed.
"Brad has never been like this," she admitted. "It lasted about thirty seconds and was done before I was really ready. The only time he would let me go was when we played for a long time beforehand and he never had time to do it."
"I'll take my time," I said, then realized my mouth was still connected to my thought process.
"I bet," she said.
"Where are your other friends?"
"Who else?"
I looked at her. "Surely you're not just with Brad?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. "Remember, we met in school. He was so jealous and angry that I never dared; no one would risk me for fear of his comeback." "How dare he cheat on me, even with the best of me Friend, he doesn't even allow me to have contact with other people?" My fingers caressed her soft skin, her breasts resting on my chest. My touch made her purr. "You said you knew someone who could help me, were you serious?"
"Yes," I said.
"Do you know a good lawyer?"
"the best."
"WHO?"
I laughed. "Me, you idiot. Don't you remember I've always wanted to do this?"
She frowned. "No, I'm sorry..." she muttered. "I thought you were just a little nerd."
"Well, the book's wisdom paid off in the end. I have my own firm in town and we take on all types of family and business cases. If you want the best, then I'm afraid it has to be this" Just be myself,” which might create a huge conflict of interest, but at the moment I just don’t care.
She smiled and reached between my legs. "You can say it again," she said, lowering her head.
"Cyn...you don't have to do this..." I said, still placing my hand on the back of her head.
"Oh, I want that. Not just to get back at Brad. This is for me," she whispered, wrapping her lips around my tip and licking me with her tongue, making me growl. "I mean it," she whispered, putting one leg on my chest and kneeling on my head, licking up and down my cock. "We would do all the things I wouldn't let Brad do. She slid her lips down, trying to take me all the way down her throat while pressing her pussy against my mouth.
The smell of her...the feel of her soft body covering mine, her breasts teasing my stomach, her hair tickling my ribs, her taking me inch by inch down her throat. I couldn't get enough as she engulfed me, digging deep inside her and exploring her.
"What about this?" I asked, kissing her ass that was twisting with my breath.
"Do one thing at a time," she whispered, which didn't sound like an objection to me.
Cindy is still celebrating her anniversary at this hotel. It has become a tradition to celebrate the day her life truly began. Not just her life; our lives – not to mention our beautiful daughter’s life. Every year I thank fate: for Brad's wandering eyes, and for two strangers in the hotel elevator who coincidentally stopped him on the wrong floor.
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