[MF] Receiving End of A Revenge Blow-Job

Emily was pissed off.

In the three years that we had worked together, I had never seen her in this state. I had seen her stressed, frustrated and annoyed. But nothing like this, positively trembling with anger and scanning the restaurant as if she was assessing which of the objects nearest her would be most satisfying to destroy.

We were traveling together on a business trip to meet with a few potential clients in a neighboring state. The trip, so far, had gone mostly without incident; us both managing to secure a handful of new commitments before meeting up to recap the day over a pleasant meal at the hotel restaurant. Then a text came in to her phone and I saw her expression change from joy, to confusion, and then to pure fury.

When I started at the company, I had been immediately attracted to Emily with her sleek brunette hair, dark eyes and runner’s body. But I had shortly learned about her long-standing boyfriend and – though I still nursed a slight crush – I had never tried to bring our relationship beyond a middle-ground between professional kindness and platonic friendship.

Watching Emily sitting there, boiling with anger, I felt afraid to ask her exactly what was wrong; searching instead for anything I might be able to say to ease the tension of the moment. Then she looked me dead in the eye, pain and determination etched across her face. She took one deep, shaking breath of calming resolve and spoke for the first time since looking at her phone.

“Matt’s cheating on me.” She said, her voice cracking slightly.

“What?!?” I exclaimed, not quite prepared for that answer.

She pushed her phone across the table and I saw a text from her friend. It was a screenshot of a profile from a popular dating app, with the caption: “Did you know about this?!?!” And sure enough, there was Matt the Moron, framed by the app’s interface, in a photo from the grand canyon, his arm draped around the shoulders of a cropped-out Emily.

Emily’s finger was tapping anxiously on the table as I took in the photo and considered the implications. Drawn to the noise, I looked up to her hand and saw something I had not noticed before. There was an engagement ring on her finger. Oh shit, I thought…. this is fucked up.

I caught her eye again and the look I found there made my heart start racing. Pinching her lip and furrowing her brow, she seemed to be studying me like a professional gambler, assessing her next play. Then she seemed to make up her mind about something.

Reaching into her purse, she threw down some cash for our meal and stood up decisively, walking away from the table. Before I could decided whether or not to just sit here for a minute and give her space or follow her our, she was back at the table, grabbing my hand and urging me onto my feet.

“You’re coming with me.” She said, leaving no room for argument or discussion.

When we were in the elevator up to the rooms, she turned towards me and kissed me passionately. Her body pressing into mine. Her hips softly shifted against the erection growing in my pants. Her hands ran roughly through my hair and around my back as her soft lips squeezed against mine.

Then the elevator pinged and the door opened and we broke apart.

“Are you sure we should -” I started, as I followed her briskly down the hall, still a bit punch drunk from the kiss. She turned on the spot to face me.

“You don’t want to?” She asked, lustily. “I remember the way you used to flirt with me back when you first started.”

I swallowed. “Well, yeah…” I stammered. “That was -”

She cut me off again.

“Good.” She stated, before grabbing my hand and pulling me into her room.

When we were inside the room, and the door had closed, she pulled me into another deep and passionate kiss, expressing all of her frustrations and desires in the frantic and desperate way that her hands explored my body.

She pulled off my shirt as she backed me towards the bed, and I responded by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her smooth thin torso and bra-clad breasts. She didn’t have a large chest, but the soft skin of her tits peaked out tantalizing over the top of her nude colored undergarment.

I dove in without thought, gripping her back tightly as I kissed the soft velvety skin of her neck, collarbone and breasts. Her hands cupped the back of my head as she leaned back, thrusting her chest out and sighing with a deep satisfaction.

My hands roved down her back as I pressed my face into her chest, eventually settling on her firm ass, gripping it tightly as my lips explored her skin. I felt her hips lurch forward and her shudder slightly as my warm breath swept her neck and collarbone. I moved my hand around the front of her pants and began to softly but firmly rub her pussy from over the top of her pants and felt her knees weaken slightly as I did, letting out a soft moan of pleasure at my touch.

After a bit of Emily grinding on my hand, feeling her warm pussy beneath her jeans, I made to start undoing the button on her pants, but she reached down and moved my hand away.

Feeling a bit confused, I looked up at her questioningly. In response, she pushed me gently so I was sat down on the edge of the bed and started slowly moving down my torso, kissing my chest and my abs while her fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and released the button on my slacks. She took a second to take in the sight of my cock, which sprang happily and expectantly over the waistband of my underwear as she tugged them to the floor.

She grasped me lightly with her hand, squeezing slightly and seemingly assessing the girth and length.

“Oh, you are much bigger than Matt.” She breathed.

And then I felt her lips on my cock. She ran her mouth along the length of my shaft, her tongue poking out slightly between her parted lips, painting me slick with her spit as she slid from base to tip. I leaned back on my elbows and moaned deeply, letting the pleasure of her touch spread through me. I closed my eyes and stroked her soft, sleek hair as she worked.

And then I felt that unmistakable sensation of her lips wrapping around me and the tip of my cock entering her warm, wet and waiting mouth. My now rock hard erection felt her tongue glide along the base as she took me in deeper and deeper. I felt her slightly gag as my tip found the back of her throat and she pulled back slightly.

She took a moment to flip her hair to the other side of her face and determinedly tried again. This time, my cock greased with her saliva and her throat relaxed, she took me up to the hilt in one smooth glide. I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a deep sigh of absolute contentment. As Emily slowly bobbed up and down on my cock, finding her rhythm, I reflected that I wished this feeling could last forever, that I could just live from this day forth with this beautiful, willful and skilled woman’s lips wrapped comfortingly around my cock.

Emily was skilled. She seemed to know that a slow, deliberate methodical sucking would feel amazing but not get me anywhere close to orgasm. A few times she pulled me out of her mouth to swiftly jerk me off, watching my face as the climax built inside me, before slowing down and letting that feeling ebb away as she resumed her sucking. She knew that she could make this last as long as she wanted and she seemed to revel in the fact that I was at her complete mercy.

As bliss coursed through my body, I reflected on what must be going through her mind at that moment. The feeling of helpless betrayal and anger from a half-hour previous replaced with the singular sense of control that only giving a blow job can bring. She had me completely under her heal, my free will stripped down to my most basic instincts and she knew it. And she knew how this would effect her fiancé, thoroughly sucking her way to a revenge arrow to add to her quiver for the inevitable confrontation to come. A blistering shot that would show him just how much he had taken her trust for granted.

She drew back for breath and looked me straight in the eye, her expression full of sly confidence and playful expectation as she slowly stroked my slick cock.

“Are you ready?” She asked, lightly giving my tip a quick squeeze and sending a jolt of pleasure up my body.

“No.” I moaned, head swimming. “Keep going, please. Don’t stop.”

But it seemed the question was a mere formality. She picked up the pace dramatically on her strokes, focusing her efforts deliberately on my pulsing tip and I felt the overpowering climax soaring through me once more and this time I had gone past the point of no return.

My hips bucking in unbridled pleasure, my instinct to fuck every drop of cum out of my balls took over my body. And just as the first blasts started to escape me, I felt the warm sanctuary of Emily’s mouth envelop my cock once more. I looked down my chest, wonderstruck as she took load after load of my cum into her mouth.

“Holy shit.” I exclaimed, gazing down at her with grateful reverence. “You are fucking incredible.”

She slid her lips slowly and deliberately back to the tip, milking the last drops as she went and swallowing carefully. Once I was out, she held my cock lightly in her hand, studying the still dripping tip and gradually softening shaft like a scientist examining the results of her latest experiment. I caressed her hair gently once more as I lay back and breathed deeply, letting the aftershocks of the orgasm flow through me, starts and shivers randomly consuming my body.

“That was amazing.” I managed to say through shuddering breaths. “You are amazing.”

She looked up at me and smiled. A playful, naughty smile that in different circumstances would have me feeling more concerned than content.

But that expression was Matt’s problem, not mine.

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