We [FM] had sex until he [M19] passed out then I [F18] sent the pics to his gf

My revenge finale! The other parts can be found in my profile.

I came home and practically ran to my room, digging through my closet for the blue bag that until now remained a mystery to me. Upon opening it my eyes widened, an appreciative smirk growing on my face.

Now, I don’t want to give you guys the wrong impression about this story. Yes, this guy was my type and the past month was really fun sexually. Plus, after getting cheated on it felt really nice to fall asleep on the phone with someone who thought you were sexy beyond belief. But make no mistake, I hated Dean. The man, not even man, the BOY was a possessive, controlling, cheating sleaze ball. The only reason I did this for so long was the end result you will soon read.

I quickly touched up my makeup and put on my surprise. I was at his house in 15 minutes. I texted Dean letting him know I had arrived and within seconds got a response telling me to come inside. Getting into character, I walked through the unlocked front door and made my way to his room. All the lights were off, leaving only the glow of the sunset between the curtains. I glanced back into the hallway, catching a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. My robber costume was, and still is, one of my favorite things to see myself wear. The black tight crop top hugged my breasts and showed off my tight, fit body. With it, the skin-tight black shorts squeezed my ass perfectly, the black garter belt clipped to my thigh high stockings which disappeared under my leather boots. I readjusted the beanie and leather gloves before stepping into his room. I began to quietly walk around, looking at the awards and various Knick-knacks on his desk and dresser. I picked up a random statue that stood out on his desk to take a closer look when the lights flipped on. I spun around, my eyes meeting Dean’s as he leaned against the wall. “What the hell are you doing?” He smirked, cocking an eyebrow.

Playing along, I hid my smile, “I-I um… I’m sorry”

“Who are you?”

I shiver as he takes a step forward, “No one! I was just leaving”

He smirks, enjoying my performance, “This is breaking and entering, I’m calling the police!”

By now he’s standing about 3 feet from me, eyeing my body shamelessly. “Please! No, please don’t call the cops!” I beg, “I didn’t take anything I swear! I’m so sorry!”

He takes one more step, aggressively grabbing my wrist, “I can’t let you get away with this, it’s against the law! You deserve to be punished”

A shiver goes down my spine at the word punished . “Please, I’ll do anything” I smirk as I place emphasis on anything, “Just don’t call the police.”

Dean smiles, clearly happy with my response, “Anything?”

“Yes, anything, Just don’t call the police!”

He pushes me down to my knees, “then make it up to me, slut” I get to work undoing the clasp on his jeans, hooking my thumbs in the loops to pull them down. His boxers soon follow to reveal his semi-hard cock. Keeping eye contact, I lick one strip from his balls to the tip, slowly rubbing him as I feel his cock harden in my hand. I continue to lick every inch while my hand moves up and down. Dean groans as he grows harder and I lick my lips as my eyes flicker from his face to huge still-growing huge cock. My mouth then moves to his balls, licking and sucking them as I stroke his cock to its full size.

Once he’s fully hard, I waste no time wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. I’m not going to say I’m a blowjob Queen, but every man I’ve sucked has been appreciative of my abilities. Dean was no exception. His hands tangled into my hair, pushing the beanie off of my head. As he guided my warm mouth further onto his thick cock, I found myself quickly beginning to gag on the sheer size of him. I attempted to angle my head better and was able to swallow all ten inches, but tears still sparked into my eyes, drool dripping onto my covered chest as I bobbed my head on his monstrous dick. His hands kept my head where it was, refusing to let me come up for air. Dean groaned and moaned, uttering small words of encouragement as he gently rocked his hips back and forth in time with my mouth. After several minutes, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, prompting him to release my head and bring me to my feet.

Dean wiped the spit from my bottom lip, breathing heavily as he looked into my eyes, “such a good girl” he whispered before pinning my to the wall. One hand pinned my wrists above my head while the other began to fiddle with my shorts, attempting to slide the tight material down my thick thighs. His mouth attached itself to my neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving several purple hickies in its wake. I sighed in pleasure, stepping out of the shorts as he finally slid them down my legs. This left me in my crop top, the belt and boots, with no underwear to speak of. Looking down at my shaved pussy, Dean growled in appreciation before gripping the back of both thighs, lifting me against the wall as he shoved his thick rod deep into my aching cunt.

I cried out in surprise and slight pain. At this time, I was on birth control so his raw entry wasn’t alarming. However, true to his word, Dean’s thick, long cock made the dildo he bought me look like a well-used pencil. I winced in pain as my pussy walls struggled to accommodate him. Thankfully, Dean held himself there for a moment, our hot breath intermingling as he held me against the wall, his raw cock balls deep in my tight pussy. To the day I have never felt so full as I did in that moment. Soon, however, I was grinding against him, “daddy” I whimpered, silently begging for him to move.

That was all he needed. Dean slowly pulled out his cock, only to slam himself back in. I cried out, my back hitting the wall with each harsh thrust. In the empty house, I didn’t bother being quiet, letting my moans ring loud as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. The noises could have been used in a symphony, my high-pitched moans of pleasure combined with the sounds of our thighs slapping together and my back slamming against the wall over and over. At some point, I vaguely remember something falling off the wall, but it all became a blur as I whimpered pathetically, my limbs clinging to his body for dear life as he fucked me mercilessly. “Ohhh daddy, mmm yes don’t stop, oh yes, thank you daddy, ughhh you fuck me so good. Fill me up daddy, I want your big cock to fill me up with cum”

After what felt like hours, but must’ve only been maybe 7 minutes, my pussy tightened around his cock. He groaned, pistoning into my dripping pussy faster “cum for me baby girl, oh yeah I’ve been waiting so long to feel you cum on my cock” Dean bit down on my shoulder, leaving yet another hickey. I cried out, falling over the edge as my orgasm shook my whole body. “Oh daddy, yes daddy make me cum” I chanted as I shook in his arms.

Dean carried me to his bed, dropping my still-shaking body onto the mattress before standing upright to remove his shirt and pull off his pants and boxers the rest of the way. Next, he slid off my boots, kissing his way up my thighs. Dean smirked up at me, taking a moment to lick a strip up my sensitive cunt. I cried out from the overstimulation, looking down at his smile as he continued to kiss up my stomach, removing my shirt so he can continue his trail up to each tit, flicking both nipples with his tongue.

As I come down from my high, I glance down at his glistening cock, still rock hard. I reach for it with one hand, only for Dean to slap it away. “Oh no you don’t baby girl” he admonished me, “you’re gonna cum at least one more time before I empty my balls into that tight pussy of yours”

With that he flips me over so I’m laying on my stomach, my feet hanging off the bed. Leaving my stocking and belt on, Dean easily slides his cock back into my pussy. I moan loudly, somehow feeling him go deeper than before. He proceeds to fuck me like this until my body shakes in orgasm, occasionally smacking my ass as he encourages me.

He ended up fucking me in two other positions before he finally filled my cunt with thick strings of cum. He had me get on my hands and knees on the bed, holding onto the headboard for support as he fucked me so hard the bed almost broke, pulling my hair and reminding me that my cunt belong to daddy. Not long as after that he finally took me missionary, choking me lightly as he filled me up with cum.

As the last drops of cum filled my used cunt, we both fell asleep, exhausted and sweaty. About two hours later I woke up, gazing up at his sleeping face before I completed my revenge. First I slid my body down until my face met his cock, taking my phone out of its place tucked in my boots. I slowly licked and sucked his cock until it was hard, taking a few pics as I feasted. When his rod was fully standing at attention, I straddled his hips taking a video of myself lowering my body onto his magnificent cock. I leaned over so my chest was pressed against his, propping my phone between the pillows and the headboard as Dean slowly woke up, feeling my soaking pussy envelope his cock. “Such a good slut for me,” he smirked sleepily as he gave me a sloppy kiss. I smirk, the camera now propped up behind his head where he couldn’t see. I sit up again, his hands reaching to grab my ass as he thrusts into me. “Oh daddy” I over exaggerate my moans, “oh you feel so good deep in my pussy. Do you love fucking my cunt daddy?”

Deans groans, thrusting up into me “fuck yes baby girl, you’re so fucking tight”

I moan, rocking my hips as our skin slaps together, “you’re so big daddy please never make me fuck my toys again, they’re nothing compared your cock”

“Yeah do you crave your daddy’s cock? Do you want me to fuck you all the time?”

“Oh yes daddy, make me your little cumslut”

Dean starts to fuck me faster, “oh yeah baby, let daddy fuck you”

With that he flips us over so I’m on my back. This fills me with panic as I expect him to notice my phone, but Dean’s only focus at the moment was burying his cock between my spread legs, pulling them over his shoulders as he fucks me as hard as he can, his eyes darting between my jiggling tits and my dripping pussy as his cock thrusts in and out at a rapid pace, the sloshing sounds of my wet cunt so loud you could hear them on the video.

Dean came more quickly this time, only making me cum once before his pace increased. He started thrusting like a madman, his fingers digging into my ass as he muttered, almost to himself “oh yeah, let me fill you with my cum. You love my big cock, baby don’t you? Oh yeah scream for daddy, tell daddy to fuck your cum-filled pussy”

Soon, Dean groaned, pulling out to empty his balls all over my stomach and tits. He immediately collapsed beside me, exhausted.

Once he fell back asleep, I sat up, stopping the video. I watched it through on mute, taking screenshots at several points. I cleaned myself up and got dressed, wobbling on sore legs to my car.

Once I got home, the first thing I did was shower. Twice. I had to get the smell of Dean and sex off of me. After that I blocked him on everything. Then I sent a select few pictures to Natalie with the message:

“Just wanted to elaborate, I’m not the girl men cheat on, I’m the girl men cheat with. I have the whole video if you need proof, you’re boyfriend has an amazing cock. Tell ‘daddy’ I say hi.”

I then proceeded to block her and wore my hickies with pride to school that Monday, watching with relish as she stared at me in hatred, tears from her obvious breakup about to pour down her cheeks. Next time Nat, don’t fuck with me.

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