Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

**This is Part Two**

*lol that prick fired you? that’s rich considering the dirt I just dug on him and his little miss america gold digger*

Evan stared at the text from his former coworker, Nick, who had recently transferred to the finance department. Having spent days wallowing in anger and self-pity, Evan finally sat up on the couch, kicking his empty can of beer aside to type a hasty reply.

*dude. What the fuck did you find out?*

***

God, he was getting hard just looking at the receipts.

*Note to self: Don’t ever be a dick to your employees,* Evan thought as he marveled over the fact that this information would’ve never been compiled if people didn’t hate Bryce and his spoiled fiancee so goddamned much. Long story short, Summer had recently gone on a vacation in Miami with her sisters, and they’d gone all out in terms of lodging, shopping, spa dates and clubbing, racking up a whopping $113,000 bill in four days.

All on the company’s dime.

Evan flashed his eyebrows. “What is this?” he asked as Nick brought up a video on his phone.

“You don’t need to know how I got this, but it’s from the surveillance at a club she went to one night,” Nick grinned as he watched Evan stare in shock at the footage. It was grainy, so it didn’t quite capture the full glory of Summer’s smooth tan or gorgeous smile or perfect tits with those perfect, fucking rose-pink nipples. But it was clearly Summer alright, and in it, she was in some back office – fully naked and sitting on a man’s desk as he leaned back in his chair. Her pussy at the level of his eye, she spread her legs for him, rubbing her clit sensually as he watched on.

“Holy *shit*,” Evan breathed.

“It gets better, too, so I’ll leave you to watch the rest of it alone,” Nick laughed before he got up and left. “She’s a bitch, but you gotta admit, she’s hot as fuck. Jerking off to her is better than fucking a seven.”

Nick might be right about that. The second he was gone, Evan had his cock out and his grip tight on his shaft as he watched the rest of the footage.

Another video showed Summer in that same office with that same man. *And* his friend. On her knees, she held her long, blonde hair up in a high ponytail, her mouth sucking hard on that man’s cock as the other one grinned and watched on, swigging from a bottle of champagne and occasionally pouring the bubbly down Summer’s naked front. Evan stroked faster as he watched Summer withdraw from giving head to push her supple breasts up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around her nipple and greedily sucking – like she truly fucking loved the taste of her champagne-soaked tits.

*I can’t believe this is happening.*

Evan had hit the jackpot. He had a best case scenario. Summer and Bryce had royally screwed him over but now, he had the means to turn the tables on them *both*. And with Summer, he was about to have some fun with it. Dirty, filthy, cum-soaked fun. Because for once, Summer would be helpless.

The thought alone made Evan burst to a sudden finish. He groaned as he imagined his thick load splattering all over Summer’s face of protest. He imagined her delicate features – the way she’d squeeze her eyes shut and hold her mouth open, shocked and breathless as she dripped his cum from her lips and chin.

*Fuck yes.*

He technically didn’t have a position there, but God Evan couldn’t wait to go to work tomorrow.

***

“The hell are you doing here?” Mouth full, Bryce barely finished his sentence before casually reaching for his phone. “What’s up, my man. Can I get security? I’ve got a disgruntled – ”

Evan interrupted with a wad of receipts tossed onto Bryce’s desk. “A hundred-thirteen grand for four days in Miami?” He soaked in the moment when Bryce fell deathly silent. “Can’t imagine how you’d expense all that – especially when half that cash was dropped on fucking high heels and handbags.”

Eyes unblinking, Bryce hung up the phone. Evan took a rather sick satisfaction in the way his normally smug face turned ghost white. “That’s not what it looks like.”

“What is it then?” No answer. Evan laughed. “While you figure out an explanation, I’m going to go back to my desk and resume my old position with this company. I probably won’t do much today besides research where I want to go for my all-expenses, company-paid vacation,” Evan said with a placid smile, “but I’m sure you’re fine with that. Anyway. You hold onto those receipts. I’ve got tons of copies.”

***

The familiar 12PM *ding* of the elevator came and immediately, everyone on the floor scrambled to prepare for Summer’s presence.

Except Evan. He’d already taken quite a bit of pleasure in seeing his coworkers’ shock over his return. Now, he was going to take pleasure in seeing Summer’s.

“Um – excuse me?”

Evan knew he’d been spotted the second he heard Summer’s bratty voice. Turning in his chair, a relaxed expression on his face, he looked at her.

*Goddamn.* Evan feasted his eyes upon Summer’s body wrapped in a white, zip-front halter dress. Her tits looked like they were fighting to break free from their skintight confines, her nipples poking through the cotton so hard that Evan’s fingers actually twitched with the need to pinch them. She was fucking gorgeous. But the best part of her ensemble today was the indignant look on her face.

“Someone doesn’t quite grasp the concept of being fired.” She sauntered over to Evan. Shielded by his cubicle walls, she took a seat on the edge of his desk. Evan’s eyes were unapologetic as they followed the hem of her skirt, which hiked several inches up her silky, toned thighs. “You know, Perv, you look a little too comfortable for someone who’s about to be removed by security,” Summer simpered.

Evan raked his gaze over her lap, envisioning her lace panties and smooth, juicy cunt. “Yeah, I’m back at the company as of today.” He dropped his voice a bit lower. “I found out about your little Miami getaway on the company dime and I guess your fiance is now inclined to keep me around. Wonder why.”

Summer froze. Blue eyes wide, she stared, for once utterly silent. Evan leaned back in his chair, grinning at his view of gorgeous Summer sitting on the edge of his desk, looking utterly mortified.

“He’ll give you whatever you want if you ask him,” she finally blurted.

“Oh, I will. But at the moment, I don’t want anything from him. Only from you.”

Summer scoffed. “I’m not here to clean up Bryce’s mess. You want something, you ask him.”

“I prefer to cut out the middle man. It’s a favor only you can perform anyway.”

Summer rolled her eyes. “What is it then?”

Evan dropped his gaze to her chest. “Those. I want to see them.”

“*What?*” Her eyes blazed at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what. Your big fucking tits, Summer. I’d like to see them. Maybe play with them a little.”

She stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Um, well, too fucking bad, *pervert!*” Seething, Summer slid off his desk to leave. Evan rose to his feet and blocked her.

“Miles Taylor and Drew Berkley,” he murmured an inch from her face, watching the names sink into her skin as once again, she froze. “I know those are the men you cheated on Bryce with. Matter fact, I have a video in my phone that shows you masturbating for one and then sucking his dick later, while his friend pours fucking three thousand dollar champagne on your tits.” Evan paused. “Which, by the way, look even better when they’re in your mouth,” he smirked, soaking in the absolute shock that paralyzed the features on Summer’s heart-shaped face. Sliding his hands in his pockets, Evan nodded casually at his desk. “Now sit back down for me, Summer, and tell me again whether or not you’d like to show me your tits.”

Lips parted, Summer backed up and sat again on the edge of Evan’s desk. He took his seat back in his chair, watching her expectantly.

She swallowed. “You’re serious then.”

“Yes. In case you were unaware, no man has ever been kidding when he’s expressed an interest in seeing you take your clothes off. Now grab that little zipper on the front of your dress and pull it down till I can see your tits.”

Summer shook her head, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief as she grabbed hold of her zipper. “This is so unfair,” she whispered, her voice wobbly as she started pulling down.

“Faster.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, though she did comply. Unzipping another few inches, her breasts looked ready to spill from her top, their full upper mounds bursting against the neckline. Her smooth skin was practically glimmering, so golden and evenly tanned, even inches from her nipple. *Dirty slut*, Evan thought, imagining Summer topless on a beach, her arms up behind her head and her lips curved as she basked in the attention of ogling men. She probably faked a big stretch when the good-looking ones passed by, just so they could see some serious jiggle.

Damn, the idea of it was getting Evan hard as a rock.

The second her tits popped fully out of her dress, he groaned.

“Quiet!” Summer hissed nervously, instinctively reached for her zipper.

“Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t say you could cover up yet.”

“I don’t care! You’re not the boss of me, Evan – I’m going home!”

“You can go home. After you jerk me off.”

“Oh, you are out of your *mind* if you think I’m – ”

“Fine. I’ll just go show Bryce your little sex tape,” Evan shrugged, getting up from his chair.

“*Wait!*” Summer yanked him back down, panic on her face as she looked around hastily. “Evan,” she whispered seriously, her bottom lip quivering. God, Evan wanted so bad to suck on it. “Evan, if I… if I do this. If I jerk off your cock, will you promise not to show the video of me?”

“Which video?”

“You know which!”

“Fine. I won’t.”

Closing her eyes, Summer heaved a sigh, making her breasts bounce delectably. Evan winced, his cock swelling angrily under his slacks. Christ, he really couldn’t wait for her to wrap her fingers around it. “Alright,” Summer finally said begrudgingly. “I’ll play with your dick.”

“Good girl,” Evan said. “Why don’t you come straddle me so I can suck on your tits while you do it?”

Summer flashed her eyebrows and paused as if she planned to protest. But then with another sigh, she hopped off the desk, pulling her tight skirt high enough for her to spread her legs and straddle Evan’s lap. She rolled her eyes as Evan gazed down at her pussy, barely covered in a layer of thin, black lace. She was so smooth and creamy under there. Evan could already tell and it made him want to fucking bust right away as Summer undid his pants, refusing to make eye contact as she reached with surprising tenderness into his boxers to pull out his cock.

“Good girl,” Evan murmured as Summer took it upon herself to grab his lotion and squeeze a generous dollop, rubbing her palms together and warming it up before forming both hands around his shaft. Gripping with the perfect tightness, she began a slow stroke, inadvertently pushing her plump breasts together with every pull. Evan’s jaw dropped slowly, his senses launching into pure fucking heaven as Summer found her stride, even letting Evan guide her hands a bit so she could jerk him off to his exact liking. “Holy shit,” Evan groaned quietly, in awe of how good she was making him feel despite looking so utterly disinterested. “Yes… oh yeah. Good girl. A little faster. A little… *ohhh yeah*… oh fuck yeah.”

Evan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Summer picked up her pace to the point that she bounced in his lap as she stroked his shaft.

*Slap…slap…slap.*

Evan opened his eyes when he realized Summer was jerking him so hard that her remarkable tits were softly clapping against each other.
“Yes,” Evan groaned, grabbing them both in his hands and roughly pushing them together. His fingers indulged themselves, squeezing, kneading, massaging hard as he sucked her nipple, lolling his tongue over her tight peak. A deep groan shuddered from his lips as he felt her pebble stiff in his mouth. Withdrawing from her body, he leaned back to feast his gaze on her tits and her wet, pink nipples. He watched her finally cut her eyes to him, glaring at him as she sat topless on his lap, visibly hating his guts while expertly stroking his cock.

*God, I wish I could’ve told you*, Evan thought, recalling the days she actually pointed and laughed at him in class, surrounded by her friends, telling him he was nothing. *I wish I could’ve told you that eight years later, you’d be showing me your tits and jerking me off in my cubicle.*

The thought alone sent Evan over the edge.

“Get on your knees,” he murmured hastily, wetting his lips as Summer did exactly that. Eager to get the deed over with, she got on her knees in front of Evan, even arching her back and lifting her tits up for him to aim at. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he grinned, breathing jaggedly as he clenched his teeth and gave a couple final jerks of his cock.

“Omigod!”

Summer’s little gasp squeaked from her mouth as Evan blasted her with one thick, solid jet of white cum. It hit the top of her left breast, splattering her skin and dripping down slowly, seeming to savor its time on her nipple before dripping onto her thigh.

Panting hard, Summer stared down at the massive load, seemingly in shock. Unless Evan imagined it, she breathed out a little, “*Wow*,” which he found irritatingly cute. Assuming it actually happened.

“That was perfect,” Evan said when he finally caught his breath. Tucking himself back into his pants, he redid his zipper and button. He smirked as he gazed down at Summer, who was still gazing down herself, in awe of the thick ribbon of seed draped over her perfectly round tit. She wet her lips, which had swelled redder and plumper than before. Evan couldn’t wait to see them wrapped around his cock – nor could he wait to see her reaction when he told her that she’d be sucking him off.

But that was for another day.

“Shit,” Summer hissed when she heard her fiancé’s voice coming from a couple yards down. Grabbing a napkin off Evan’s desk, she wiped hastily at his cum on her skin, missing several spots before zipping back up and bouncing breathlessly out of Evan’s cubicle, rushing to Bryce and giving him a hug and a kiss. Evan glanced up for a moment and grinned, taking satisfaction in the fact that Summer still wore his cum on her tits as Bryce wrapped his arms around her.

Over Bryce’s shoulder, Summer glared at Evan, mouthing “*fuck you*” as she seemed to read his mind.

Much to Summer’s irritation, he simply mouthed back, “*Soon. Can’t wait*.”

She turned promptly away from him before telling Bryce she’d have to take a rain check on lunch. “Fine. Will I see you here tomorrow?” Bryce asked. Summer clenched her jaw, eyeing Evan before forcing a smile for her fiancé.

“Yes. I’ll come tomorrow.”

Evan smiled as he passed her on the way to the cooler. “See you then,” he murmured in her ear, palming her ass and giving it a firm squeeze that dropped her jaw.

God, he was really starting to love his job.

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