(I feel obligated to say…potential trigger warning. Read at your own discretion)
I slept in the next morning. I watched Red’s video countless times, but rather than feeling anger and betrayal like I had expected. I was only getting excited by the footage. There was no doubt in my mind that Red was with my boyfriend all night. She still had yet to come home. I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder if she was trying to take him from me. Was it her plan to have me fuck around to leave him wide open for the taking? I remembered her glee when texting with him. The look of pure bliss and affection. There was no doubt, Red was in love with my boyfriend. But was he in love with her? Did he still love me?
My mind was tormented at the considerations. There was no evidence to support how he was feeling, and I couldn’t be mad at him. I had given in to extreme lust in the short time we’d been separated. I needed to talk to him and Red. This needed to be sorted out.
The front door opened and I heard Red’s bag drop on the floor by the couch in the living room. She walked to Jake’s bedroom door which I had left open.
“Hey,” she said.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
She furrowed her brow, showing concern. “You good?”
I stood up from the bed, walked over to her and pinned her against the door frame. Holding her there I leaned into her and planted a savage kiss. She returned by sliding her tongue over mine.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Shut up.”
She weakly tried to push me back. “I need to shower.”
I pulled her shirt up, her braless tits bounced from the pull, nipples erect, and pressed the fabric into her mouth. I held her there like that, holding the fabric on either side. There was a shock and slight fear in her eyes. I leaned down and licked the roundness of her breast, circling until my mouth sucked on her nipple. She squirmed and gave a whimper.
I got down a little further and ran my tongue up from her navel to the base of her chest. Her breathing seemed panicked and hesitant. She quivered. She tasted of stale sweat and cum, like a fucking whore.
“You taste just like him,” I said. Her eyes wide with realization that I knew. “Were you not going to tell me?”
“Wait!” She said, or as much as she could with her jaw held open, and voice blocked by the taught fabric.
I pulled it out the shirt and twisted, locking it tightly around her collar. I had full control.
“Leah, hold on.”
I slid my hand down the front of her jeans and shoved two fingers up her dirty hungry cunt that spent a full evening engulfing my boyfriend’s cock.
“Ow! Shit. Slow down. Leah,” she whimpered. “You’re freaking me out.”
“Good,” I whispered. And proceeded to finger fuck her wet snatch. “Seems like you really like this.” I dug my hand deeper, my knuckles knocking around her walls. “Let’s find out what a nasty little bitch you really are. Get down on your knees.” I let her slide down, still tightly holding her shirt. I pulled my panties to the side. “Lick me clean. Clean my cunt, slut.”
She started to slurp at my hole like a hungry and desperate animal. I flexed my hips in motion with her face that I held with my other hand. She whimpered like a pathetic puppy.
“Play with your tits. Show me how much of a bitch in heat you are.” I grinded my pussy hard up and down on her face. Air escaped from her nose on my clit as I moved my hips downward. Her face was shining with my juices and her spit.
She moaned as she tried to say something. I held her face against me.
“I don’t want to hear your fucking words,” I said. “There is nothing you can say to change the situation.” I removed my own shirt and pulled her away from my crotch. Her face was dripping. She looked up, gasping.
“Leah, hol…”
I stuffed my shirt into her mouth and pulled her toward the couch. I walked full nude out and the blinds on the windows open. Good, let the world see.
“Be a good fucking slut and shut the fuck up!” I lifted her by her shirt and pushed her onto the couch. Her tits bounced. I lifted the shirt off her, grabbed, and tied her wrists together. Above the couch was a shelf with a metal, looped support that hooked. I tethered her arms back to that.
I slapped her tits, watching her pale skin turn red. I pinched her slutty nipples as hard as I could. She squealed as she bit down on my shirt. With one hand twisting her hit, I undid her pants. With both hands, I grabbed her jeans and pulled. The smell of sweat and cum, my boyfriend’s cum, filled the air.
“You smell like a fuck toy,” I said as I leaned in and slid three fingers back I to her. I didn’t give a shit about pacing. I just did whatever motion I wanted. “Let’s see how much we can get up in that nasty hole. You like it being filled up.” Despite the look in her eyes her pussy was on fire and flooding. She started moaning and grunted as I slid all five fingers in her. “See, you’re just a fuck hole and nothing more.”
I played with my pussy, squatting down in front of her legs which she now held up by her waste. I waa making a full fist as I pummelled her fun hole.
“How do you think he’ll like your pussy all stretched out? He probably won’t feel a thing anymore.” She whimpered and shook her head. “Why would he love a used up gutter slut like you? You think you’re special?” She nodded.
Her rebellion pissed me off and I began to pummel her pussy, twisting and stretching. Her feet twitched and her legs kicked as she squealed and cried. Despite the gag, no doubt she could be heard down the street.
“Only a real slut would come to this, you fucking cunt. Show me what a slut you are. A boyfriend stealing, conniving, hole whose only purpose is to be used like a fuck toy. Come on slut, cum!”
I thrusted my fist faster and faster until she let out a thunderous gagged cry, and she flooded my arm and the floor. She squirted or pissed whatever. There was so much. It puddled in the same spot where Jake’s cum dripped out of me, washing away any bit of that memory.
She laid there just breathing and shaking. I grabbed a sheet off her bed and began to tie each end around her knees and anchored the sheet in the middle behind her neck so her pussy was open for the room.
I saw the pizza box from yesterday. “Are you hungry?” I asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xcqzld/the_break_and_the_bestfriend_pt_7_ffpunish
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