The sweet irony of a vengeance

There she was, sitting on the bed of that motel room waiting for what lay ahead - feeling like a real victim about to be sacrificed at the altar of vicious desires by an opportunistic man who had practically kidnapped her and taken her into his hotel with the firm intention of gratifying his own desires at the expense of his victim's weakness.
As she waited for what was to come, sitting comfortably at the edge of that huge bed surrounded by mirrors on all sides, she thought about how she had gotten herself into this embarrassing and awkward situation. Her conscience weighed heavily upon her once again: it wasn't her fault; why did she allow herself to be overwhelmed with carnal lust for her husband's friend? How could he who robbed her when leaving home have made her get in his car claiming that he had compromising photos and would give them to her husband? The pictures! The cursed pictures of a moment's carnal weakness which, though not justifiable or comprehensible (or even forgiving), could never reach the eyes of her dear husband <unk> man of serious and morally unassailable conduct <unk> at risk of engendering far greater disgrace - his own friend!
As she listened to the sound of a shower and water falling on the floor in the bathroom next door, she wondered if there was some way out but soon realized that it was inevitable - much like sacrificing an innocent man for a ruthless torturer.
After all, he had been her husband's employee for a long time <unk> and she always noticed his greedy glances towards her body, the way in which he addressed her, showing more interest than it seemed to be <unk>and even after dismissal never stopped visiting his maid (they were friends), going on to frequent her house always in the absence of her husband.
And that was the moment; he had taken her by force, driven her to this motel far from his home; made her look at the receptionist as she handed over personal papers (more of a personal favor than revenge), and walked into the room stating that she would have what her husband could never give her.
She was so stunned by the thoughts swirling around her mind that she took a fright at the moment when he emerged from the bathroom <unk> naked as he had come into this world <unk> displaying his male object with a sting like no other man has ever seen before. It was true that she had known few in her life <unk> some boyfriends as a teenager, the husband and his best friend (!) - but at any rate he was a worthy member of pornographic films who watched several months ago with some friends in a private women-only session held at one's residence. She feared it would be an instrument of sweet revenge for him and unforgettable to her.
He stood where he was for a few moments with an ill-tempered smile on his lips and the look of one who could no longer restrain himself from what lay ahead. Penis in laughter, he walked up to her, getting close enough so that the huge stiff, pointy member would be only centimeters away from her face. "Suck it you bitch!" he said threateningly, leaving no room for her to dodge the order or the throbbing limb before him.
Gently, she began licking his foreskin (larger than the diameter of her lips), wondering what it would be like to have him whole in her mouth. The discovery didn't take long as he grabbed her by the long blond hair <unk>like one who holds a ponytail in heat<unk> and forced his face towards that villain penis.
The first moment was a little frightening, as she imagined that she would be unable to swallow this huge and pulsating thing, but it didn't take long for her to settle into the situation by sucking on the enormous organ even though she felt like she couldn't fit it all in her tiny princess mouth. She could feel every inch of this monstrosity which had gradually become receptive, causing an embarrassing sense of pleasure; after all she never did so with her husband or even at that one time when he went out with his friend. It was something deliciously perverted, and at the same time... Something she'd always wanted to do in a man (and what a man!).
The act became so inexplicably pleasurable that, even without her realizing it, this huge member was entirely inside her mouth going to the beginning of its gluttony and coming back into increasingly sharp movements which only served to further stoke her desire to continue sucking. It was an indescribable sensation; that "thing" entering and exiting her mouth operating a vagina replacement but with the same sense of pleasure enlarged by the possibility of having the male's rigid limb in her mouth.
Suddenly, he took his penis out of her mouth and again looked at her with a look that had many surprises still in store for Thursday afternoon. He grabbed her by the arms and made sure she got up from bed without any excesses; passed his hands over her bare shoulders which were only supporting the thin straps of her short dress of light fabric, and almost imperceptibly caused them to break off leaving behind nothing but lingerie <unk> dental floss<unk> (which, incidentally, she'd bought days before not imagining when she was going to wear it ... yet another irony!).
He began a stroll of his hands through her body, stopping only when he approached the nipples which were already completely numb and resembled ripe fruit ready to be devoured by the maddening male at the sight of those tasty little paradises. And as he savored its luscious fruits, she went back and forth from paradise thinking how someone so rustic (almost wild) could bring such pleasure to a woman (another irony!).
And as he sucked on those firm, deliciously aroused breasts her hands continued their stroll towards the mound of Venus protected only by a thin layer of lingerie no longer able to conceal humidity and clitoral dilation causing the male present to tear off that small intimate piece without delay leaving exposed an entire vagina full of desire and clamoring for penetration.
Immediately, he threw her onto the bed and laying on top of it let his instrument do what it was designed to do by initiating a forceful yet meticulous penetration seeking pleasure in every inch of depth into that delightfully pure vagina previously untouched by something so large and thick. She felt an initial pinch of discomfort that was promptly replaced by an uncontrollable longing to feel the full extent of this object of desire, which even though it belonged to someone dishonest and immoral had become at that moment the only sufficient reason for her to surrender herself to him. Even if she knew that this was a very embarrassing situation in which she fell victim to an unforgivable slip-up (another irony?).
For more than half an hour the resolute movements of the working male served their purpose: she once again felt herself in the clouds, perceiving a sensation that had no equal in her recent or even remote past, and absorbing every movement which began in her vagina but ended by bursting through all the length of her sweaty body with satisfaction.
He moved his instrument with the mastery of one who knew well what results it could bring to a woman, especially an utterly inexperienced but yet full of modesty and fear. Who would seize the almost unique opportunity of being possessed by someone so potent.
In fact, she had mocked more than once and her groans denounced the redemption to the power of that male capable of providing so many orgasms that they left her almost helpless and that no one was ever able to grant him. "Oh, ... I can't hold it any longer, my little whore...
Almost immediately she was seized by an uncontrollable dread, feeling that this was a real threat. <unk>Don't do it, no! I have not taken the pill for some time now...please don't!<unk> She looked into his eyes and noticed an air of male superiority from someone who had control over the situation and could make that moment a painful one to remember forever.
"Shut up, you bitch! I'm not going to have fun in that tasty little mouthful of yours, but you will have to swallow all my milk!" And there can be no escaping even a drop. ...<unk> Having said this he pulled his penis out from inside it, rose quickly dragging him with himself and bringing the hard member closer to its mouth began slowly masturbating itself, letting the foreskin get into position to pour the contents of the member directly into the victim's mouth.
It didn't take long for her to feel that thick, warm liquid lying on her tongue and trickling down towards her throat. She was completely puzzled by the fact that this gesture had caused her enormous pleasure (more of an irony?), and that sipping that semen had been something new and wonderful which she had learned, mainly because the volume was such as she thought would at some point suffocate with so much semen coming from just one man.
As soon as it was over he knelt in front of her looking at the weakened limb that still repelled an uncontrollable orgasm. He stood up and taking her by the hands said: "Let's go your tasty, let's take a very tasty shower,... I want to see you soap me everything",...
Under the shower she realized how affectionate that brute could be; he took a soft sponge and went through every millimeter of her smooth skin, stopping at those points which he considered essential to stoke his desire yet again. And before she could sketch out any reaction, she felt as he made his hands land on the phallus already half stiffened by the sensation she had caused in him with that unusual bath.
Once again he was in laughter, ready for another unparalleled penetration. However, he wanted something different. <unk>Turn that huge and delicious ass which is him I'm going to party on!<unk> At this moment she held the already completely stiffened member with both hands <unk> since it was impossible to cover its circumference with only one of them <unk> and began masturbating gently. He stared at her with a defiant look, but the rhythmic movements in his organ became enough to make him give into yet another temptation.
She thought for a moment that she had gotten rid of the anal invasion by this merciless monster, since her masterly massage from someone who didn't seem at the time to be either an initiate or victim gave her the advantage she hoped to keep <unk> but certainly wouldn't do without it. After all, he was a spectacular male, well-endowed and even with his roughness and sordid words knew very well how to give pleasure to a woman. That really was unfathomable irony!
Yet as distraction is the enemy's weapon, while she was absorbed in her thoughts he took the lead; held her by the waist and with a slight twirl made his rear end exposed to him, preventing her from continuing the massage which until then had protected her from the next attack. There was no time for pity or submission, for she could feel the gland approach resolutely into its virginal untouched anus.
The first blow was swift enough only for the introduction of the enormous swollen gland. She felt a passing discomfort (but certainly painful), and thought that the worst was yet to come. And when the onslaught began, not even the warm shower water rushing through her bodies softened the almost stabbing ache which took over her being.
He thought he was going to die of so much pain, and when he felt his end approaching, he realized that the hairy scrotum from his whip brushed against his buttocks - all consummated! - signaling that anal invasion had completed its course.
Then followed a strange sensation <unk> mixed of pain and pleasure <unk> that amalgamated, with the pleasure going on in dynamic crescendo, and soon there was no more pain. And the pleasure - alas! what delight! - it was something divine. The vigorous movements made her anus increasingly receptive and dilated, bringing about sensations and spasms which she had not even imagined could exist.
And the most amazing thing happened when she realized that an orgasm was coming, and it was also something unprecedented and wonderful; she enjoyed prematurely but intensely. She felt warm liquid flowing from inside her and completely moisturizing the vigorous penis which did not give in to its innovative foray into her.
"Hold your buttocks here, you bitch! Leave more room for pleasure to enjoy!" those words sounded strangely exciting and provocative, causing her not only to hold and open up her butt but also to make responsive movements that immediately rhythmed with the partner's. And further orgasms came - intense, gluttonous and impregnated by an uncontrollable desire that it never end.
The joy lasted for a while, and the dominant male gave no sign that he was going to carry out his attack on what she really wanted to happen. But at one point he said arrogantly: "Alas, alas, my sleazy little whore! I'll have fun, can not hold it any longer! Here comes hot tasty molasses all inside your delicious ass!"
The wave of the semen jet was so intense that she had a distinct sensation that it poured out an even larger volume than before, and that this liquid penetrated her not only into the anus but also throughout his being. And when he finished withdrawing the half-softened instrument the little pain from its exit wasn't enough to suppress the pleasure she had felt.
She wanted only to lie down and sleep, but as she collapsed over the bed on her stomach felt the warm body of her executioner cover her with measured softness.
It was only a few minutes before she realized that he wasn't on her anymore, turned his face in the opposite direction to the bed and saw him wearing his clothes giving signals that the private prison had been closed. <unk>Let's go you little tesuda bastard ... if I keep seeing you there naked and hot I will want to eat you again, ... unless you are still not satisfied!, ... although with one pin of these I doubt that you are not well fed!<unk>
She got up and took her dress which lay near the bed; she put it on herself, went about looking for the panties that she thought were lost in some corner of that room. But what was not her surprise to find that the piece in question was in his hands as he turned it between his fingers with a malicious smile on his lips?
You lost your bitch, this one is going to my collection even though I've never had any of those. Every time I look at her it will remind me of that delicious pork which I ate all the way! Go right now! Let's go because it's late and there's a long road ahead.
They got in her car and drove to the concierge where she was forced to pay the bill <unk> even though he had no money and was unemployed because of her husband <unk> which she did thinking that evil is always the lesser (and how much less! ironic once again).
Upon leaving the motel he ordered her to take him home as she had left "unexpectedly". She wanted to argue, shout that he'd made her his victim but memory silenced her words. And when they got close to his house he told her to drop him off at a corner and get out of there as quickly as possible since they were in what he called an 'heavy barrier suburb'.
"Wait a minute! What about the pictures? Are you going to give me the photos or not? Tell, I need to know!" He looked at her well and was unable to hold back his laugh that rolled loose from his mouth. It was an amusing laughter of one who tasted a victory only he could understand.
There's no picture, just your loose-tongued maid and some small talk I had with the friend of your husband! The rest was all 171! And he will say that he didn't like it ... until you see Madame again, and take care of this hot ass because he deserves my tesuda jeba!
Saying this, he jumped out of the car and walked away. He didn't look back but his gait showed that he was still amused by what had happened to her former employer, knowing she would never be able to discuss it with anyone else, including or especially her husband.
As he drove back home thinking about how to justify his absence for such a long time, he found himself laughing at the whole situation. It was indeed an ironic revenge. On one hand a man who wanted to take revenge on the boss by eating her mistress and another woman who through unforgivable betrayal felt pleasures that she had never experienced before. Even with pain from anal penetration, she considered valid the law of compensation. She has cheated her husband and been betrayed by destiny. This is really sweet irony ... but also sweet vengeance.
After all, who knows? That irony might happen again someday.