01-04-2019, 11:39 AM
"I did that because I wanted to have a little word with you on my own, Chad. You see, Troy was right when he said you deserved SO many things. And me, I'd be happy to give them to you. See, no man has ever done to me what you've put her through; no man is CAPABLE of doing that to me, but I've had friends who've needed helping like Susan does... or did... and I've seen what pieces of shit like you have done to them. So I take things like this quite seriously, and I have a LOT of ideas for how to deal with you.
"Would you like to be unable to get an erection ever again? Become a crazy homeless person wandering the streets, unable to even remember your name? Seek out relationships where a bigger, stronger woman abuses you for a change? Strung out on crack and sucking cocks for drug money? Walk backwards and bent over into a fetish club and beg every man there to fuck you up the ass?
"Or we could just leave you right here, unable to leave this chair, jerking your tiny pecker til you die. I'd leave you a couple bottles of water so you'll die of hunger instead of thirst; slower and more painful that way. Your last meal would be that plain kid's burger."
Back in my Universe, I was catching my breath from my second orgasm. Troy lay back on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. He took hold of me and pulled me onto him this time.
"I need to make you cum again, Susan, my dear. More. Need more."
I could see the need in his eyes. It was a look I hadn't seen from a man before. He'd seemed in charge and in control of himself constantly since I'd met him and now he needed ME. He needed Susan. My fires ignited at once.
"My pussy is yours, My Love," I said as I straddled him. "Fuck me, Troy. Make me cum again!"
Julie had paused from her speech to Chad to watch. Somewhere outside the universe ...was that applause? I brushed the thought aside as we found our rhythm. Julie turned back to Chad.
"But I won't do any of that, Chad. I won't utterly destroy you like you deserve. And do you know why? Because that man there, the man I love? The man who's making your ex-girlfriend scream louder with his cock than you ever could with your fists? The man who makes ME scream like that every night? That man is a FUCKING SWEETHEART and he'd feel bad about it forever! And I'm going to BE with him forever and we don't need your ghost haunting him.
"So, when they're done and he has another talk with you, I want you to understand: You will be receiving mercy compared to what I would choose to do to you. And if any thoughts of revenge or taking Susan back enter your skull, I want you to remember..." She grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it, then cupped his balls with her left hand and looked him in the eye as she brought the broken glass carefully up near them, Chad still unable to stop stroking. She stopped short of making contact with it, just getting close enough to make him aware of where she was holding it. "If I ever have to speak to you again, the conversation won't be nearly this pleasant."
In my universe, Troy's hands took hold of my tits as I slammed down again on his cock. This fuck had been worth waiting all day for, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as me.
"Shit, yes," I cried out. "I wanna make you cum, Troy. Cum for me!" His hands ran down to my hips and grabbed hold of my ass, slamming me into him harder.
"Can't...ngh...cum...til...Susan cums!" Hearing that just sent a shock up my spine. I wasn't sure how I could possibly pick up the pace, but found it within myself. I wanted him to cum, and if he couldn't til I did, that meant I had to cum for him.
My hand reached down and stroked my clit as I bounced on him. The cloud was...creaking? Do clouds creak?
"Oh, God! I love you, Troy! My cunt loves your cock!"
"Ungh...yeah...I love you, Julie!"
Huh? Julie? If it had been anyone else fucking me, if he'd called out any other name, if I wasn't so close to the edge of orgasm, I might have been insulted at another woman's name being called out. I might've gotten upset and ended things right there. I did it all the time with...Who Cares?
"Would you like to be unable to get an erection ever again? Become a crazy homeless person wandering the streets, unable to even remember your name? Seek out relationships where a bigger, stronger woman abuses you for a change? Strung out on crack and sucking cocks for drug money? Walk backwards and bent over into a fetish club and beg every man there to fuck you up the ass?
"Or we could just leave you right here, unable to leave this chair, jerking your tiny pecker til you die. I'd leave you a couple bottles of water so you'll die of hunger instead of thirst; slower and more painful that way. Your last meal would be that plain kid's burger."
Back in my Universe, I was catching my breath from my second orgasm. Troy lay back on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. He took hold of me and pulled me onto him this time.
"I need to make you cum again, Susan, my dear. More. Need more."
I could see the need in his eyes. It was a look I hadn't seen from a man before. He'd seemed in charge and in control of himself constantly since I'd met him and now he needed ME. He needed Susan. My fires ignited at once.
"My pussy is yours, My Love," I said as I straddled him. "Fuck me, Troy. Make me cum again!"
Julie had paused from her speech to Chad to watch. Somewhere outside the universe ...was that applause? I brushed the thought aside as we found our rhythm. Julie turned back to Chad.
"But I won't do any of that, Chad. I won't utterly destroy you like you deserve. And do you know why? Because that man there, the man I love? The man who's making your ex-girlfriend scream louder with his cock than you ever could with your fists? The man who makes ME scream like that every night? That man is a FUCKING SWEETHEART and he'd feel bad about it forever! And I'm going to BE with him forever and we don't need your ghost haunting him.
"So, when they're done and he has another talk with you, I want you to understand: You will be receiving mercy compared to what I would choose to do to you. And if any thoughts of revenge or taking Susan back enter your skull, I want you to remember..." She grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it, then cupped his balls with her left hand and looked him in the eye as she brought the broken glass carefully up near them, Chad still unable to stop stroking. She stopped short of making contact with it, just getting close enough to make him aware of where she was holding it. "If I ever have to speak to you again, the conversation won't be nearly this pleasant."
In my universe, Troy's hands took hold of my tits as I slammed down again on his cock. This fuck had been worth waiting all day for, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as me.
"Shit, yes," I cried out. "I wanna make you cum, Troy. Cum for me!" His hands ran down to my hips and grabbed hold of my ass, slamming me into him harder.
"Can't...ngh...cum...til...Susan cums!" Hearing that just sent a shock up my spine. I wasn't sure how I could possibly pick up the pace, but found it within myself. I wanted him to cum, and if he couldn't til I did, that meant I had to cum for him.
My hand reached down and stroked my clit as I bounced on him. The cloud was...creaking? Do clouds creak?
"Oh, God! I love you, Troy! My cunt loves your cock!"
"Ungh...yeah...I love you, Julie!"
Huh? Julie? If it had been anyone else fucking me, if he'd called out any other name, if I wasn't so close to the edge of orgasm, I might have been insulted at another woman's name being called out. I might've gotten upset and ended things right there. I did it all the time with...Who Cares?
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