Catfight On A Hot Big Cock

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My “boyfriend” had invited me over to his place for dinner. He’d given me the keys to his house and said “Just let yourself in, babe.” I took a moment to ponder this new and oddly romantic side that he was suddenly showing. It was uncharacteristic for sure. After all, this was the sick twist who pierced my nipples the first time we fucked. But I wasn’t about to knock it cuz I have to admit, this hot, hung sonofabitch had me from the moment he made me cum harder than I ever had in my life, which is saying something.

So I put on something slutty, drove over to his house and let myself in. The moment I entered, I heard the moaning coming from the bedroom upstairs. I ran up the stairs and I saw them. She had her back to me, her long, dark brown hair cascading as she threw her head back and rode his cock, her big tits bouncing up and down. She didn’t see me. But he did. He looked at me with his strange pale blue eyes and smirked. I totally lost it and grabbed the whore by her hair and threw her to the floor. She was totally naked….I pinned her down and began to pummel her. I was wearing a little jean skirt and I could feel her wet pussy against my bare legs. I loved the look of shock in her eyes and it registered briefly but strongly that even though she was a bit older, early to mid-thirties maybe, she was hotter than the six shades of hell.

I grabbed her by her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as hard as I could.

“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch,” she screamed.

“Teaching you whose man not to fuck, slut,” I yelled back at her, twisting her big puffy nipples even harder making her squeal in pain.

All this time, my “boyfriend” was standing over us, watching, again with that ghost of a smile on his face and a hard on the size of Florida. I realized that really it wasn’t this bitch’s fault at all. It was HIS.

“You are one sick fucking bastard,” I snarled, turning my head toward him. And that was all it took for his slut to gain the upper hand.

“You bitch,” she sobbed. I fucking hate crying women btw. Crying men, well, we won’t go into what I think about a man who cries.

“I’m gonna rip your hair out by its dark roots,” And yes, she yanked my hair HARD and tore my blouse so that my boobs popped out. But you didn’t see me crying about it! No. I just took back control of her immediately and grabbed her by the snatch and pulled her underneath me again.

Seeing this hot slut lying prone beneath me, panting, her big tits heaving, the tears running down her pretty little face…well, something changed…my anger…morphed…into lust.

Taking her hard by the hair again, I planted my mouth on hers and gave her a good long tongue fucking. At first she didn’t respond. But when I put my hand on her nice wet pussy, the pussy that had been riding my boyfriend’s cock but moments ago, and began to rub her clit slowly, and stick my fingers inside her, she started to writhe and her tongue met mine.

I should mention for those of you who don’t know me that cock is one of my favorite flavors in the whole wide world but a sweet juicy pussy is at least a close second. Depends on my mood.

And my mood at that moment was that I wanted to have her.

As my “boyfriend” watched, I sucked gently on her tits continuing my tender ministrations to her pussy with my talented hand.

Then I planted my mouth on her pussy and really went to work on her. She was writhing and moaning beneath my expert touch when HE came behind me, ripped my little panties off, pushed my skirt up and shoved his cock into me… rough. That is one of the things he and I have in common. We both like it ROUGH.

Fucking me from behind, while I went down on his slut, he grabbed her tits and grunting, gave them a couple of squeezes before he pulled out and shot his load, spurting first on my ass and then on her tits.

I felt her buck underneath me and her belly twitched as she squirmed like the hot bitch she was. I let her have a moment to savor the best pussy eating she was ever going to get before I gave one final long hard kiss and said, “OK, get your clothes and get out.”

And she did. People don’t tend to fuck with me …figuratively speaking anyway. I have the voice of authority and am also, let’s face it, just a lil bit crazy. You never know what I am liable to do if you cross me. So she got out fast, leaving her panties behind her.

He was watching me and smiling his sadistic, twisted smile but now there was a weird look of approval in his eyes.

“You said you were gonna make me dinner, lover,” I said with a faux pout. I lay back on the bed, my legs nicely spread, my clit throbbing.

“But it strikes me that I am the only one who didn’t get to cum out of your little…adventure. So instead of dinner, baby? I think you better eat me instead.”

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