His Greatest Downfall

II.Flashback

I leaned my phone up on her night stand so it had a great side shot of her body and started getting undressed and put her phone on her bedside table.

Sanya started playing it up for the camera a little, making eye contact with the lens and arching her back. Then her eyes went wide as I dove into her p***y with my face, going hard at her with my tongue.

After a few minutes she was getting close to c*****g so I backed off, got up on my knees and rammed my c**k into her, with one stroke, and no warning. She let out a scream of pleasure, and started moaning in time with my thrusts.

We f****d for a while. I made sure to thrust hard so her incredible t**s would be shaking for the camera. She may have cheated on me, but damn, she was still smoking hot.

I felt myself getting close when she started quivering and panting, "oh, my god, I'm going, to cum."

There's no way I was going to let this cheating woman orgasm, and I had plans for my c*m, so I backed off the thrusting a bit so I wouldn't blow my load. I leaned over her body to reach for the right-side handcuff and clicked it tight. She sure as hell couldn't slip out of that anymore. Before she caught on, I'd also tightened the left one.

"Um, ok, little tight but OH MY GOD DON'T STOP," she managed to get out while grinding her hips, working my c**k around inside her p***y.

I slipped my rock hard c**k out of her with a slight popping sound and she stopped arching her back, and looked up at me.

"What the f**k?" she said, "I was so close!"

I crawled up her body so I was sitting just above her belly, my c**k slapping down between her t**s. I lifted her head and put an extra pillow there to keep her head facing down her body.

"Um, Brent," she said, "we have discussed this. I only want missionary with you, you're a nice guy, don't ruin it."

I grabbed her incredible t**s and started sliding my c**k between them while she protested. I f****d them with full, long strokes so the camera definitely caught my c**k poking out and bumping up against her chin, sometimes her cheek or lips, leaving small streaks of pre-c*m as she shook her head side to side trying to avoid my c**k.

I moved up onto her t**s, grabbed my c**k and started pushing it at her lips. She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head, making incoherent little "no" like sounds.

I grabbed her phone from her bedside table and my own, now recording from my point of view, my c**k pushing at her lips. I turned her phone on and showed her the picture from 'f**k Toy', with c*m all over her face.

"Who's the f**k Toy now, Sanya?"

My cell's camera recorded her perfectly while her eyes widened and her mouth opened, as if she was about to say "oh s**t," but I threw my hips forward, shoving my c**k past her lips and pushed all the way to her throat until she made soft choking sounds.

I dropped her phone on the bed and kept filming her confused, slightly panicked eyes and mouth wrapped around my c**k while I thrusted at her face.

My c**k slid in and out of her mouth. I grabbed her hair with one hand so she couldn't turn too far to the side, keeping her pinned under my rock-hard c**k. She gave up struggling but started gagging.

"This is what happens when you f**k over a nice guy," I snarled, pulling my c**k out of her mouth and filming myself stroking it over her face.

I felt my balls tighten and the charge build from deep inside. Something about hovering over her face and simply not giving a s**t about her opinion, this orgasm was going to be f*****g intense.

Sanya's eyes were open wide, her mascara running as she tried anything to avoid what she knew was about to happen.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I'm such a b***h, I get it! Just please, don't c*m on my face!"

My load came roaring up my c**k and I purposefully aimed over her right eye as my first rope of c*m flew out, splashing on her eyebrow and down into her eye as she squeezed it shut. I kept jerking while my load kept hammering her nose, forehead and cheeks. She was soaked, glazed with thick spunk that stretched up into her hair which I knew was going to be a b***h for her to wash out.

When I was spent, it dripped down her face while she stayed clenched up, stunned. I recorded myself rubbing my c**k on her nose and cheeks, spreading my c*m around, then gave her a couple hard slaps with my d**k.

I crawled off Sanya, filmed her from all sides and angles. The perfect t**s, her c*m covered face and the fact that she was now gasping made for some great footage.

I took her phone and dialed up 'f**k Toy'.

"Hey gorgeous," he answered, "I thought you were with Mr. Missionary tonight."

"Hey asshole," I countered, "she's waiting for you here, you can come by and clean up my mess." I hung up on him and threw the phone back on the bed. I was about to leave, but bent down over her as she started struggling to get free, looked her in the eye that could still open and said "you get what you f*****g deserve!"

I stopped filming, pulled on my clothes and left her apartment.

***

The next day I was sitting at a coffee shop with Levi.

"Holy s**t, dude, are you serious?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "She'd been f*****g this side guy the whole time, doing all the porno-style dirty stuff guys dream of with some asshole, while calling me a nice guy and screwing me over."

"You pay for dinner, but she was f*****g some other guy that night," Levi was shaking his head.

"Based on the dates and times of the pics, that happened more than once," I said.

"So how did you handle that? Did you guys have a big fight?"

I drummed my fingers on the table and considered how to answer that question. I figured the video would be the easiest way. Then I remembered how I loved her before and kept my silence instead.

I was so devastated at some point. Broken and lonely.