Simon Says Revenge
Copyright© 2020 by Severusmax
Chapter 4
Suspense Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This is my own version of a sequel to "Danielle's Revenge" by Damon X. You could call it fan fic, though I'm not a fan of the ending, which cut off too soon.
Caution: This Suspense Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged BiSexual Crime Fan Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife BTB BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Public Sex Revenge Slow Violence
“Are you ready for it, babe?” I asked Michelle as I pointed my cock right at her asshole.
“Yes ... please! Fuck ... my ass! I’m tired of being dull and demure. I want to be your slut! I’ve wanted you for a long time, Simon! That stupid bitch Danielle didn’t know how good she had it! Fuck her!” Michelle snapped, now eager to take my prick up her tight, cherry pucker.
“Alright, here we go, then,” I eased my first few inches into Michelle’s brown eye, making my new blonde cum whore feel the loss of her anal maidenhood.
“Fuck ... yeah ... it hurts ... but ... I love ... the pain! I can’t believe ... I denied myself ... this!” Michelle gasped as she took me deeper inside her tush.
“I can’t believe that I denied myself more of you. If I’m gonna get punished for fucking you, I should make fuller use of you, right? You really are a dish ... now I recall why I was attracted to you in the first place,” I told Michelle as I went deeper and properly plowed the backfield.
“What would you do if I wanted to stay in these handcuffs for a long time?” Michelle teased me as she pressed her thick buns against my hands and welcomed my rough invasion of her big bottom.
“We can ... play that by ear and deal with that ... situation as it rises ... oh, fuck ... damn that ass of yours ... so ... fucking ... hot, slick, and tight!” I grunted as I rammed my new blonde slut harder up her rear.
“God ... yes ... Master ... for you ... anything ... Simon ... oh, fuck, yeah!” Michelle really got into the sodomy by now, pushing back at me with her hips in earnest, “thank you, Master ... I love it! I love being your dirty anal slut!”
“You’re my pain-slut and my butt-slut ... and my cum-slut, aren’t you, honey?” I demanded of Michelle as she threw herself with abandon into the act of pleasing me with her plump and juicy ass.
I yanked Michelle’s lovely golden curls and she moaned with sheer ecstasy, exulting in her eager service and bondage to me. She gasped and winced in pain, but she also creamed herself into a hot mess while I plundered her fine, thick booty as it ... and she craved. If there was any question left of Michelle’s true sexual inclinations, it was answered now. She was a masochist and submissive plaything, fuckmeat at her core, seeking to belong to and worship the sort of man who could bring out her inner wanton harlot.
She needed a Master and ... in me, she found him at last. She belonged to me now and we both knew that she was never going to leave her bondage to me. Ever. She never wanted to leave it. She wanted to be my personal whore and that she would be. Something about her now called out to me in ways that it never had before. She was what Danielle had only promised to be: promised to me and delivered to someone else instead. Michelle was loyal and would never betray me in that way or any other. She was mine. Finally, someone who lived to worship, praise, and serve me as I wished to be revered. A darker side of my soul that had long craved those things but never dared to voice such urges was now ascendant.
And my sweet Michelle had brought it out to the light of day. I would never forget that fact, I thought, as I emptied my balls into her asshole through my cock and she creamed herself all over again. Michelle was MINE and I wouldn’t give her up for anything. Perhaps I could own others, too, that other, new, more aggressive part of my spirit or soul asserted. Perhaps, but I would start with Michelle for sure. She was so much more than she once seemed to be.
What a difference such little time and certain events made...
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