Revenge is a dish best served crea[M] [F]illed

So, in that [email](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibr1rr/shit_hits_the_fan_in_the_most_mind_blowing_way/) Bill sent me, he revealed something I long suspected, but had no idea on for sure. See, it turns out Paul is a bit of a voyeur, and being a tech literate one, he put some hidden cameras in his and Bills apartment. He said it was under the guise of security, but Bill always thought that it was to spy on him and the girls he’d bring back and ravage, hence them always going to his room. That part creeped me out, especially since we’d occasionally fool around out there, and the fact he could have videos of that pissed me off. I also wondered if the little shit had one in his room, or if he hid one in Bills when he was out. Bill reassured me there weren’t any, he had checked, and he might have implied that if any videos of him and those skanks showed up online, they’d be followed by one of him and Paul (he’d never actually do that, but Paul didn’t need to know that). Bill said he knew where the camera was, and that he’d move it into “prime” position before I got there. I told him that if Paul kicked him out, he could always stay at my place, but Bill told me “Why would Paul kick me out of my own place?”. Paul had told me that he was the primary on the lease, and Bill was subletting a room from him, but apparently Bill owned the place outright, and Paul was actually subletting from him. Looking back now, I can see so many other lies like this that Paul got away with at the time, and I can’t believe how stupid I was to believe him. I guess hindsight really is 20-20.

I had told Paul that I’d be over at 5, when he usually got home, but really, I got over there a little before 4. When I got there early, Bill was there, and I hammed it up how sorry I was that Megan dumped him, how she was a fool for doing so, yada yada yada, but I didn’t say anything about how it was Paul who told, but both knew it was. Bill then, surprisingly, went “off script” from what we had discussed to say. He said that he was always low key jealous that I was with Paul, and he brought home all those loudmouth skanks to try and make Me jealous. Then, after a while, when that didn’t work, he tried something more serious (dating Megan), and while it started out as a ploy, he genuinely had feelings for her, and was going to forget about his idiotic plan and take things to the next level with her. All of that just made her dumping him more tragic and real.

I sat there with what must have been a very confused look on my face, wondering where this all came from, if this was just part of his plan, or if god forbid, he was telling the truth. When I remembered how to speak, I just said it’s ok and went in to hug him. He embraced me back a bit tighter than usual, but I let that slide for now. When I backed off from the hug, and saw his face, it actually looked like he was crying, which is when I realized that holy fuck, he was telling the truth, he actually meant it, so I was glad I didn’t immediately dismiss it as a joke. I looked him in the eyes and went in for a kiss, only to have him pull back and ask what I was doing. I told him “taking my shot” and dove back in, this time he didn’t pull back. I pushed him down onto the couch and we started making out like dumb high-schoolers (right in view of the camera). His hands moved onto my breasts and he started playing with them over my shirt, but I put an end to that by sitting up and taking my shirt off, revealing the black lacy VS bra that Paul loved me in. The sight of that ignited a fire in Bill, and he practically lunged upward to put his mouth on them. I didn’t realize it at first, but eventually he took the bra off in a single motion and started sucking on my nipples. The attention he was paying to my breasts alone was almost enough to make me cum, but then he started moving down my chest, eventually running into my pants, which he removed in record time along with my panties. It was right then that I realized that the other day, Bill had somehow been holding back, because when he started eating me out, holy fuck did it feel good. He’d alternate between darting his tongue in and out rapidly, and taking long laps at my clit, sometimes bringing a finger or two into the mix, even at one point applying pressure to my ass, but never going in (have to save something for the 2nd date after all). I lost count of how many times he made me cum, hell, at one point I lost the ability to form words, but at one point he finally stopped and stood up. I was still laying there in a state of bliss when I opened my eyes to see Bill standing next to me, with his cock right in front of my face. It was bigger than I remembered, and even though I saw it before, I still let out a shocked “Holy Fuck” along with asking if it was real. Playing along, he “confirmed” it was indeed real, and followed up by asking if he was bigger than Paul, which I replied with “god yes, almost twice as big, and so much thicker” as I grabbed it and couldn’t reach all the way around it. He pulled my hand off and sat back down on the couch saying “It’s your turn to show me how talented your mouth is.” Now, something Paul doesn’t know, because it would piss him off, but when I first got to college, I spent the second half of my freshman year as a cumslut for this up and coming freshman basketball star, so I could deepthroat, or at least I hoped I could still do so after not having chance to do so with Paul.

I went to town on that thick monster, slobbering all over it, using my hands along with my mouth, hell, I can grab it with both hands and still suck on what’s left. I could tell that my enthusiasm was unexpected by Bill by the look on his face, but the “Fucking Hell Ally” he muttered confirmed it. After working on his cock for a few minutes, my jaw needed a brief break, so I replaced my mouth with my hands and started sucking on his equally big balls. I thought he was gonna lose it when I got them both in my mouth and was working the head of his cock with my hands, but he held back, not wanting to waste his load. That didn’t stop me though, I was determined to out on a show for both Bill, and Paul’s hidden camera. I got him close again, then stopped briefly to ask him “Hey, wanna see a magic trick?”, then without waiting for a reply proceeded to force as much of that cock down my throat as I could. Thankfully, deepthroating is like riding a bike, and after a few attempts I was able to somehow get down to the base of his cock. I could feel him throbbing in my throat, so I stuck my tongue out and played with his balls, with his cock still down my throat. That surprise was too much for poor Bill though, and felt him start to cum down my throat. I tried to swallow everything as it came out, but there was just too much and, I wanted to taste it anyway. So, I pulled it out of my throat and let him finish cumming in my mouth, teasing his bulbous head with my tongue which he seemed to enjoy. When he finally finished cumming, I opened my mouth to show him what a good girl I was before swallowing it all.

“Goddamn Ally, you’re something special, you know that?” Bill asked as he sat there contemplating life, meanwhile I just sat there on my knees with a mile-wide smile on my face because I managed to swallow that entire thing and live to tell the tale. That’s when it hit me, that despite my having sucked the soul out of him through his cock, it was still hard. I thought I had messed things up by making him cum early, but that apparently didn’t deter him, or his cock. I climbed on top of him and without saying a word, I just gazed into his eyes as I impaled myself. It took a bit, I guess I was still a bit tight, but that wouldn’t last long. When I finally got his fat head inside me, I just sat there for a bit, anticipating just how full I was about to be. Slowly I sank down, savoring every inch, until I couldn’t go any lower, so I sat there for a good minute or two waiting for the rest of my body to catch up with my whorish mind, rocking back and forth. Eventually though, I did manage to get down all the way, and holy fuck did he fill me up. I could feel every inch of him inside me, and he was hitting all of the right spots with his fat cock. I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit, because Bill eventually piped up with “While this feels amazing, how about I take things from here” as he grabbed my hips and started bouncing me up and down on his cock.

I’ll admit it hurt a bit at first, I was still adjusting to his size, but when I started to do some of the bucking on my own, he moved a hand onto my clit, and what pain I felt was almost instantly replaced with unbridled pleasure. I think I reverted into primal grunts and moans of pleasure at this point, it’s a bit of a blur, but what I do remember is cumming at one point, and when I did Bill lifted me up off of his cock and I squirted all over him. I had only done that a few times before, mostly just by myself in the shower, never with Paul, so it was surprising to say the least. After this I vaguely remember hearing a beeping coming from his phone, which I’d later find out was his find a friend app letting him know that Paul was gonna be walking through the door in a minute. So, we got into out pre-determined position of me bent over the back of the couch (one of the few things Paul brought to the place when he moved in), though I needed a bit of help getting back there, something about having too many orgasms and wobbly knees. I bent over and Bill bent down and whispered “This is gonna be a bit rough” and all I could think is that he was going to kill me with this thing.

He didn’t wait for me or anything this time, this time he had a goal in mind, and nothing was gonna keep him from it. He slammed back into me with great force and really put his all into it, long and fast strokes, almost coming out of me completely before slamming back in. The sensations were too much for me, and I lost track of time, but before I knew it Bill was pulling my hair, pulling my gaze up to see Paul standing there with this stupid look on his face.

“Sorry babe, I took a shot, not my fault it worked out better than yours” When I finished saying that, Bill went back to work rearranging my insides with new purpose. Paul just stood there; mouth agape as I went back to making animalistic sounds bent over the couch. This whole situation turned me on in a way I didn’t realize, Bill too, and before I realized what was happening, he grabbed my hips and thrust himself as deep as he could and started cumming again. The sensation of getting filled up in front of my now ex was enough to send me to the fucking moon, I can’t ever remember cumming so hard before. I think I might have passed out for a bit even, because before I knew it, Paul was gone, and I was laying on the couch trying to recover.

Bill said that Paul was pissed, and thought that Bill had hurt me, or had forced me into it, but Bill just told him to pull up the video on his phone to see the truth. Bill then ripped the camera out and told him he needs to start looking for another place to stay, and not to come home tonight, because we’d be busy.

He wasn’t wrong about that, we were busy the rest of the night, but it wasn’t just more amazing sex. Bill and I talked over dinner, and he said he meant what he said before about having feelings for me, and while he understood I might not feel the same way, he’d hoped that I could at least give him a chance. While I told him, he went about this in the stupidest way I could think, bringing home bimbos to make me jealous, he seemed sincere. So I figured, what the hell. It’s been a little over 2 months since then, and I haven’t regretted a second of it (well, maybe a few seconds when we were trying anal for the first time, but that quickly passed). My lease is up next month, and Bill offered to let me move in with him since he had the room now. I think I’ll take him up on that, and I think my ass will be sore after thanking him.

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