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Revenge

Copyright© 2022 by Justin Case

Chapter 6

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - He lost his beloved sister, the only person he ever loved or who loved him, followed by both of his parents. He rightly blames the District Attorney, and the drugged out vagrant bums who killed her and then were allowed to go free. With no reason to suppress his inner demons, he seeks revenge on the guilty.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/Ma   Blackmail   Coercion   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Cheating   Cuckold   Wife Watching   Wimp Husband   BDSM   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Sadistic   Snuff   Torture   Black Male   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Enema   Fisting   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Size   Revenge   Violence  

I awoke feeling a bit better. The memory of SB1 and SB3 slowly sinking onto their deaths made me smile. Maybe I actually could finish my work here and get past the soul crushing events of my recent past.

But would I actually be able to find a happiness in my future and live again?

A quick call to my ‘guy’, and I was informed about the murdering motherfucker he had tracked down. I wasn’t as happy about the information as I thought I would be, but it was still good news.

Malcolm Jackson was already dead. He had attacked one too many ‘crackers’. In an attempt to rape and defame another white bitch, he had unwittingly chosen a visiting female MMA fighter on a city bus. She had beaten him to death before the driver could summon the police. She was currently in the county jail on charges of manslaughter, but I was sure the charges would be dismissed by midnight.

An ‘anonymous tip’ that he was the perpetrator of several other brutal rapes, and a few murders, had already set the machinery of justice into motion. Several attorneys had filed motions and gotten court orders for his DNA to be tested against open cases, including my sister.

I cried in the shower as I felt both frustrated and relieved at her killer being dead. I wanted to do him myself, but was still proud of the MMA woman.

I dressed and left the old packing plant. I had a couple of new targets to take care of, then I’d be able to concentrate on ending all of this once and for all.

On my way to see the sultry and horny Latin Fox, I stopped for a quick meal. Then at exactly midnight, I pulled up to the former home of the DA.

Almost as soon as I rang the doorbell, the living room light came on. She had been sitting on the couch waiting for me. She opened the door and didn’t even speak. She just lip locked me and tongue swabbed my tonsils as she backed me into the house and kicked the door shut.

Dropping to her knees, she ripped at my belt and pants. She finally slid them down my legs and sucked in the first three inches of my cock. Sucking it without stopping as she slipped off my shoes and helped me step out of my pants. I pulled off my shirt and wrapped my hands in her long thick hair, slowly pressing in then pulling back, teasing her with my hardening cock.

Becoming frustrated with my game, she grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and pulled hard, burying my full length into her throat. I fucked her face until I felt a little tingle in my balls.

Pulling out, I stood her and walked her to the couch. When I spread her sexy legs I could see the copious clear juices flowing from her pussy and spreading along her inner thighs. I pushed her legs back and sank into her easily due to the slick lubrication, and I started to thrust. She came immediately, throwing her wide womanly hips up into me, and kicking her heels into my ass to urge me on while begging me to fuck her and fill her pussy with my cum. And so I did. I fucked her for another five minutes or more, and she came several more times. Always screaming out her pleasure, and always fucking me back.

When I finally came, her eyes glazed over and she moaned as her pussy squeezed and milked my cock for all I could give her.

We lay panting on the now heavily stained couch. A pool of her pussy juices the size of a dinner plate under her ample ass. “Ohh ... my god that is good.” She said happily. “I could do that all night long.”

I kissed her hotly and licked down her neck, then bent to suck her nipples in turn. Finally I told her, “I might need a pause or two, but all night long sounds like a really good idea to me.” She pushed me up and I stood. While I grabbed up my clothing, she stood, cupping her hand over her dripping pussy. Then I followed her to the bedroom.

Inside, she flopped onto the bed on her back. Spreading her legs invitingly, she sucked up the handful of my cum she had leaked out into it while walking and climbing the stairs. “Come and get some more.” She told me. “Give me some more of your beautiful cock.” How could I refuse?

I fucked her five times before the sun came up. Twice in the ass, and the last time was a deep-throat face fuck. But I came every time deep in her perfect sexy pussy.

One of those ass fucks was with her riding my cowgirl, leaning back to shake and twist her ass like nothing I had ever experienced before. Hell, I’d never even seen a woman move like that in a porno movie. She was a sex machine, and I loved it.

I found a little ‘secret’ to her orgasms too. She would fuck me, or I would fuck her, with abandon until she was right near the edge. Then if I pinched and pulled on her nipples, or sucked and bit them, she’d go off like a nuclear bomb.

As the rising sun illuminated the room more and more, we lay together, cuddling in the aftermath of our wild and unbridled sex. I asked her, “Did your faggot do everything I told him to?”

She laughed, “Oh yes. He must have pulled every chain he could find, but he got all the paperwork filed and taken care of.” She giggled. “I hope you haven’t got a thing about married women.” She said.

“Why is that?” I asked.

She replied smugly, “Because he and I are divorced as of 5 PM this afternoon.” I whistled appreciatively. Impressed that he had been able to pull that one off.

She was quiet for several minutes, then spoke softly. Kinda timidly. “Will I see you again?” She asked me.

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