Vengeance Wears $Billion Heels

1: Dirty Confessions

I swear, I didn't mean to spread my legs for my bestie’s hot husband, dig my nails in his hard skin, and moan to every filthy ball-smacking thrust… I didn't mean to rewrite my existence on a bed of smoky-hot sin with streaks of his dirty c*m leaking out of my juicy milf cunt, and dripping down my thick thighs.

But I did.

Please, don't judge me. We all have this dirty sin we’d only take to our graves— well, this is mine…

I'm Bree, an overthinker. Thick, pale white skin like melting snow, maybe it's the only good feature about me. Unlike the other girls with long shiny hair, mine is short, brown, curly…

The bedroom door clicks shut, startling me a little. From the mirror, I see Mark rip open a pack of condoms and roll the latex over his fully erect c**k as he walks over to me, veined, stark naked.

‘Breathe, Bree.’ I suck in cool air, trying not to collapse from the burning guilt eating deeply in my heart like a virus.

I should look away, storm out of the bedroom, and end this madness, but I let my supposedly innocent eyes trail his wet skin… his firm bicep that pumps as he rolls on the latex, down to his abs.

‘Oh, Bree, stop…’

They run down the hard stomach, lean waist…

Fuck.

I shut my eyes, fighting the dirty image that haunts me. Instead of gross darkness, I imagine the tiny beads of water that drool down his hotness, the hairy base of his long, fat c**k, the extra fold of rubber at the tip, like a pouch meant to collect all of his sperm…

His firm hands rest on my shoulders and I gasp.

“You’re shaking.”

He kneads my tensed muscles gently.

My eyes are still tightly closed, and now, my lips are quivering.

When he leans in to bury his face in my neck, the tip of his c**k grazes my ass and pokes, desperate to break through my butt crack.

‘Oh, god. Oh, god…’

My muscles stiffen. My hands grab tighter till my knuckles turn paper white. “No kissing. No blow job.” I recite my rules for the hundredth time.

“Relax.” He whispers in my ear, assaulting my cold skin with his hot breath. “Let go of your fear…” one hand runs down my shoulder, along my full delicious breast. “… guilt…”

The wayward hand finds my leg and slips through the tiny opening. He grabs firmly and slowly parts my thighs.

I let him.

I f*****g let him spread me apart.

“Just… feel.” He slams his erection against my fat ass, driving the long length through the partition, as it thrusts past the thin fabric of my dress and slaps the hollow of my thighs, locking our bodies.

“Oh. My. God!”

I clap my thighs, accidentally trapping him against my body. They squeeze his long c**k and suck him in, layering him hard along the thick breadth of my slit.

Wait…

I feel something beating between my thighs. It's not his c**k… It's me. My thick, edible p***y. Something warm heats the soft walls of my p***y, seeps onto my cotton panties, and soaks it up.

“Hmmm,” his fingers tease the buttons on my dress, running along them in a straight line. “I want to take this off.”

My mouth opens wide as I stammer. My eyes are teary as I burn with hot flames of wild emotion that is not guilt… not guilt.

It's dark.

Raw.

Dangerous…

I clench my thighs, an innocent action to put pressure on my p***y, but I end up squeezing his c**k hard, grinding it to my throbbing cunt.

Fuck!!

First, I let this thought consume me and now, I’m wet for my bestie’s man and I want to f**k him badly.

My body responds to my dark need as I subconsciously rock him up and down, enjoying how he strokes me, how he swells against me… thrusts in and out of the opening, and aggressively brushes the tip of his c**k to the start of my p***y.

“Yeah… Grind my c**k like that.” He starts undressing me. “Ahhh… fuck.” He rams into me and goes rigid.

“Ouuuu… Mhhh…” Our groans blend.

The last button on my dress gives way. He steps back and lets it drop on the floor, leaving me with my too-small black bra and to match soaked panties.

“You’re so f*****g hot, Bree.” He latches onto me like a hungry dog, runs his hands all over my body, my breasts, down to my p***y…

“Ah… f**k…” I grab his arm and collapse against him.

“That's what I'm about to do to you.” His tone is deep, raspy.

The gentleman I once knew is gone. He breaks into my cotton panties, slides down, and peels it off.

“Oh, god!” I jerk, slapping my hard clit to his rough hand. The hot wave of electricity shoots through my spine and consumes me.

Brings me to my feet.

My walls crumble without a fight.

“Mmmm… touch me…” I grind against the tip of his fingers, needing something shoved into my hot, wet, slimy hole.

Fuck!!!

“You’re wet…” He groans. “Soaked for my cock.”

His filthy words leave me melting till I have nothing left.

The hand that shoves my panties to the side sustains it. I expect him to finger me, unfold every delicate layer of my throbbing cunt, learn my body… I'm not prepared when he pumps his hips into me, ramming his c**k into my body.

“AHH… ahh… o…” I'm breathless.

My voice breaks off as my words evaporate to horny whispers.

“Come here.” He bends me over, both hands on my shoulders and he bangs me.

Hard.

Brutal.

Slapping his balls against my juicy cunt and f*****g me hard till my legs are weak.

“Come to bed, I want to see you take my cock.”

He doesn't pull out. Instead, he locks me in a tight grip and leads me to the king-sized bed, all the while his c**k is trapped inside my body, breathing, filling me up.

“Yeah…” He lies me on the bed and lodges between my open legs. “So good… Oh, yeah…”

He slams into me.

Grinding hard.

I'm breathless.

Vibrating like jelly.

Thick sweat breaks out of my pores and I grab his arms, digging my nails into his skin in a bid to fight to intense ecstasy that’s flooding my system.

But I can't.

Blood draws out of his skin… He groans and slams in, mercilessly.

“Ah— I want to… c*m!”

I throw my head backward in surrender.

Inside of me, he grows thicker, harder. On top of me, his muscles tense and his moans deepen.

“c*m for me.”

He jams into my cunt with all his might, driving the last inch of him inside my body!

“f**k!!!”

I jump, this close to exploding in wrecked pieces, but my body stiffens mid-air. It feels like my senses are blocked, like they died. I struggle to give in to my forbidden orgasm.

“Ahhh!” My voice breaks.

“Uh… see what you made me do.” He pulls out his thick shaft from my hotness. The sloppy sound of my wetness drives me nuts.

The condom is coated with my precum.

I watch him drag it out, revealing his bare c**k.

“Hmmm… You’re so good, Bree.” He jerks off on me, pumping his spunk on my thighs, right at the start of my throbbing cunt. “Look at your dirty reward.” He sighs and shoots the last dose on my belly.

At the peak of it, Im high, with no iota of remorse. And just when reality starts settling in, so does my guilt.

I palm my face, close to crying in my palms.

‘Im a b***h. A dirty, stinky b***h!’

“Hey, love.” A soft feminine voice breaks the harsh voices in my head.

It's Ariana, my naughty bestie. The same one who talked me into this mess.

“You did well, Bree.” She crawls beside me and strokes my hair. “For a first timer, don't beat yourself over not splashing.”

I chuckle.

“And f**k, I didn't know you were this… sexy.” She sighs.

You can't blame her. I'm so shy that I tuck in every part of my thickness in baggy clothes as if hiding my insecurities. And my husband thinks it's perfect. An old-fashioned wife only useful behind closed doors while he cruises town with every skinny p***y on sight.